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This is my first attemp to write an omo fiction, I got the idea talking with a friend...hope someone will like how it came out It is an hot day and Azzam and Dana decide to have a shopping trip to the local mall where AC and shopping would have made the day more bearable for both of them. Dana is a smoking hot petite brunette, for this unexpected but so badly wanted shopping trip she is wearing one of her favourite outfits: a brown tight pencil skirt and a white shirt revealing the shape of her big rocky 36DD boobs, her foot taking their place in a pair of 5 inches white Jimmy Choo. Azzam can be considered a lucky man just for having such a girlfriend and being blessed when it comes to his penis size but what makes him even luckier is their shared passion: daddy-little girl relationship. The hot climate doesn’t influence his outfit much, jeans and a white shirt hide his perfect, fit body. Dana is aware and conscious of having a small bladder so before leaving a pee break is necessary. Aware as she is of her issue still she can’t help one of her most important predicament: no use of foreign bathrooms if not for adjusting her makeup and hair. None of her friends, except for Azzam who had a passion for desperate girls, know about this so she often end up having to hold while her friends kid with her and make her laugh of bend making her condition even worse. Once they arrive at the mall Dana immediately feels the cold AC on her bare legs but after a while she get used to the nice feeling. The fact of being there makes her happy like a kid with candies, shopping is what she loves the most and being there with her amazing daddy makes her even happier and her soft shaved kitty reflect her happiness starting to get little wet in her red lace panties. The first two shops they enter are small and boring without much to see, Azzam, like most of men, is getting bored from the shopping time, his only enjoyment is given by spending time with her amazing and hot gf. Every time he can get a glance of her butt in her tight skirt his penis gets harder and harder till, given his generous size, it is noticeable in his jeans he is happy of being there. Even if turned on by his gf Azzam is not an easygoing man, he loves being a strict daddy with his little and acting cruel, his smartness then makes his being cruel even more interesting. It is now that he remembers what a smoothie can do to his astonishing gf bladder, for Dana it works like the most powerful diuretic ever seen. A smoothie goes through her body super fastly and make her need to pee three times in a short amount of time. Bored by the mall trip he then decide it is time to play smart on her so he offers her to take a break and have a smoothie together. Dana is completely unaware of his master plan but his offer for a smoothie make her happy and make her feel her daddy is caring about her and her diet, she feels like a princess with his king taking care of her. Azzam moves the chair to let her sit like a gentleman and tell her to wait for him while he goes in to take two drinks for them. The wait for her surprise smoothie make her realize how lucky she is to have such a boyfriend and such a daddy. This realization is both in her mind and between her thighs, her kitty is dripping juices inside her panties. When he comes back with an avocado smoothie for Dana and a sugar free one for him he is already waiting and turned on by what to come after it. The choice isn’t casual, his past love for desperation let him learn a lot about diuretics and he knows avocado is a good one. Seeing him coming back is makes her happy, like a little should be seeing daddy taking care of her, she also notices a bulge in his jeans and decide it is times to tease him a bit like only she can do and see how he reacts. If only she knew of his master plan, she wouldn’t be so willing to have that smoothie in her hands like she is. Once he sits she doesn’t let a second pass before the first sip of her drink. Not being thirsty anymore Dana decides it is time to tease him a bit so she starts asking him if daddy would love to have her lips around his huge cock. When Azzam hears this his penis starts to throb and hurt inside his jeans, all he can do as reply is a smirk, he can’t speak due to his hardness. Dana is not aware of what to come but she is perfectly aware now he is harder than ever and, not happy enough with her teasing, she lifts her feet under the table and the edge of her Jimmy Choo is now firmly pressed on his erection. His reaction is instantaneous, his back is rigid and he wouldn’t be able to sip a drop more if he had any smoothie left in his cup. He regains all his daddy strictness and impose Dana to take her feet off from his crotch, under such a request she can’t but regain her composure, now soaked in her red panties, and end up her drink. As they stand up and start to walk again in the mall Azzam begin to hear a soft pleasing sounds coming from his gf skirt and he knows it is from her wetness, he now knows she is now super horny and so he whispers her “Someone is willing to play with daddy shaft tonight” She suddenly blushes and keep walking.They enter a couple of shops where she regains her tanned skin color and after those it is time for the biggest deal: the jewelry. As they enter the shop and as he whispers her the two magic words “Free budget” Dana feels her bladder for the first time but it is not an important notice for now. After half an hour of looking around her bladder makes her more aware of its existence but she is too focused on all that gold to care about it. Gold and diamonds are what can make her horny without a word, being there without a budget is heaven for her and her panties are now definitely and fully soaked by her juices. After having looked around she asks the salesgirl is she could try on a couple of bracelets, necklaces and a stunning gold watch. While trying on her picked jewels she unconsciously lean on the furniture edge so that it helps her pressing on her pee hole for as much as a skirt can allows her to, her bladder is now a sensible presence even if still below her usual level because of her predicament. It takes her 20 minutes to try them on and decide what to buy, her choice is for the stunning gold and diamonds watch and a platinum bracelet. In the meanwhile bored Azzam was waiting for signs of her needs and he was ready to catch them as soon as she unconsciously showed them leaning on the desk. They approach to the cashier desk and Dana now leans on the corner of the desk not unconsciously, she is now fully aware of a presence in her bladder. Azzam tail of the eye is fixed on his gf while the other eye is busy typing his credit card pin code. As they walk out he notices she is not walking as usual, her thighs are closed strictly and her butt looks more stunning and rocky then before, she is using her butt muscles to keep her composure. Azzam erection is now evident to anyone but he doesn’t care, his gf is there, shining with her hotness, in a super sexy tight outfit, needing a pee and not saying anything because of her predicament, he loves that girl. Azzam is still not fully satisfied and wants to act a little more cruel on his gf so he offers her to go to Victoria’s secret shop and get something new to play later home. He is smart and he is playing this even smarter then usually, he knows she loves buying new sexy underwear but what he also know is that he is gonna make her hold way harder with it. They take a quick look while she keeps walking on tight rigid legs and select a couple of pieces of lingerie he would so love to see on her body and that her seems to like. Azzam needs all his daddy strictness to pretend not being sure about them, asking if she could try both the panties on for him inside the changing room. She happily agree to this knowing she would be able to take off her skirt to relieve some pressure and maybe even help her hold with her hands without making it evident to him. She is now definitely aware of needing a pee and her soaked panties are not helping her kitty to hold it. Even in this harsh condition her willing to tease him is strong and as they enter the changing room she squeezes his erection giving a dirty look to him. Azzam is now turned on like few times in his life and he reply to her cock grabbing with a strong powerful slap on her ass feeling all the sexyness of it in his hand. On a normal day she would have loved that slap and probably jumped on him like a kitten but not now, the slap gave her not wanted movements and her bladder didn’t like them. The slap was unexpected and that make her lost a couple of drops in her panties and made her bend a little in reaction to it. He knows why she bended but still he doesn’t want to show he knows so he ask and what he gets as reply is amusing: “I wanted to have my butt rockier for you daddy” in a trembling voice due to her effort to hold. He sits in the corner while she begins to undress herself, the first thing she removes is, not surprisingly, her belt and then her skirt. Bending to take off her skirt is painful but the relief sensation she gets from the unrelieved pressure on her bladder is amazing. As she removes her skirt and stand up straight to remove her panties he stops and signal her to come closer with his finger. “Seems this princess is really wet” he says sliding his finger on her fully soaked panties giving her a thrill. She is putting a huge effort in keeping her legs little spread to let him touch while her instinct tells her to close them to help herself holding.”Can I try on the first pair daddy? I don’t want us to make a mess in this changing room, I fear we get discovered” Dana tells him with a kitten voice, he nod in approval and she happily walks little back after having closed her legs. Moving her legs to take off the red panties is painful but not even as much as wearing the new one, a pair of yellow lace panties with white decorations on them. After having wore them she squirms a bit for daddy’s pleasure and then turn on herself to show him how they fit on her stunning body. He nods approving the first pair but she still have one to go and she has to use all her strength to not loose drops in them. Trying on the second pair, some pink lace crotchless ones, is pure hell for her and after the little squirming a turning on herself show she gets approval for them as well. Now the hardest come for Dana, she has to wear back her clothes and walk out of the changing room in full composure. Wearing the red panties is not easy and the wetness stimulate her kitty like she wouldn't like to be in this moment but the fact they are already soaked make her feel better as daddy won’t notice her misbehavior in losing drops in them. The skirt is the hardest piece of clothing to wear when you have a bursting bladder and this case is not the exception, zipping it up is one of the most painful things she has ever experienced. Dana then looks at the shelf and see her belt, waiting to be wore back, aware of the pressure it will add she tries to play on daddy’s back and put is in her purse like it was her original place then turning at him she sees his angry face and without needing him to say a word she takes the belt out of the purse and wear it back, tightening it more the it was necessary just to show him she didn’t want to make him angry. As she does that her bladder screams at her and keeping all the pent up pee in requires a massive effort from her muscles. Walking out keeping her composure in difficult and even harder is standing still while paying for her new lingerie but at least now she can helps her squirming once again on the desk edge. As they walks out of the shops she realizes she can’t hold much longer so she collect all her bravery and whispers daddy: “Princess need a potty, can we go home daddy?” His reply is as sweet as unexpected: “Of course we can go home princess, I’ll take care of everything, you just take care of your bladder and hold it till we are back home”. Walking to the car is bad but entering the car is painful, he is the owner of an Audi R8 that, as most of supercars, is low on the ground, she has to bend a lot and this is not helpful in her condition. Once entered the car she tries to find a comfortable position so that the pressure on her bladder is minimised, she can’t neither cross her legs nor grab herself due to her skirt. All she can do is using all her muscles to hold it. The drive home isn’t long, 20 minutes, but they look years to Dana, waves of desperation are hitting her kitty and her bladder but she is able to lose just a few drops in the whole ride. Once home getting out of the car is not an easy task, as she stands up the gravity wins and she has to bend and press as much as she can her hand on her pee hole to keep all her hot pent up pee inside herself. Walking to the lift takes ages as she can’t walk fastly and once inside it she puts on an amazing squirming show for him. The feeling of being close to her relief made her desperation bigger and require her a massive effort to hold it. Her bladder is stucked inside her skirt and her hands are firmly pressed on her kitty as she is leaning on the lift wall to balance herself. The lift stops all of a sudden at their floor and the harsh breaking is not good for Dana’s bladder as she can’t but lost few more drops in her red panties. They walk slowly to the entrance door as he can finally find the right key to open it. As he opens the door Dana use all her forces to run toward the bathroom, she doesn’t have a spare second, as she enters the bathroom, without closing the door, she torn up her skirt, destroying it, she has something more important to care about. Her panties have the same end as her skirt she throw them away without caring at all and finally seats on the white agonised closet. The gush of her bladder relieving her pressure echoes in the whole apartment and Azzam can’t help watching at her sat on the toilet as she didn’t close the door due to her rush. After what it seems an age she walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but shoes, shirt and bra, her kitty exposed to the air, walks toward him and whispers “Thank you daddy for driving me home this fast, was a really close call” Seeing Dana like that, and saying those words to him he lose his self control, stand up grab her and bring her to the bedroom where he lays her on his huge bed and what happens next is history.
I'm sorry about that, on laptop looked better It is an hot day and Azzam and Dana decide to have a shopping trip to the local mall where AC and shopping would have made the day more bearable for both of them. Dana is a smoking hot petite brunette, for this unexpected but so badly wanted shopping trip she is wearing one of her favourite outfits: a brown tight pencil skirt and a white shirt revealing the shape of her big rocky 36DD boobs, her foot taking their place in a pair of 5 inches white Jimmy Choo. Azzam can be considered a lucky man just for having such a girlfriend and being blessed when it comes to his penis size but what makes him even luckier is their shared passion: daddy-little girl relationship. The hot climate doesn’t influence his outfit much, jeans and a white shirt hide his perfect, fit body. Dana is aware and conscious of having a small bladder so before leaving a pee break is necessary. Aware as she is of her issue still she can’t help one of her most important predicament: no use of foreign bathrooms if not for adjusting her makeup and hair. None of her friends, except for Azzam who had a passion for desperate girls, know about this so she often end up having to hold while her friends kid with her and make her laugh of bend making her condition even worse. Once they arrive at the mall Dana immediately feels the cold AC on her bare legs but after a while she get used to the nice feeling. The fact of being there makes her happy like a kid with candies, shopping is what she loves the most and being there with her amazing daddy makes her even happier and her soft shaved kitty reflect her happiness starting to get little wet in her red lace panties. The first two shops they enter are small and boring without much to see, Azzam, like most of men, is getting bored from the shopping time, his only enjoyment is given by spending time with her amazing and hot gf. Every time he can get a glance of her butt in her tight skirt his penis gets harder and harder till, given his generous size, it is noticeable in his jeans he is happy of being there. Even if turned on by his gf Azzam is not an easygoing man, he loves being a strict daddy with his little and acting cruel, his smartness then makes his being cruel even more interesting. It is now that he remembers what a smoothie can do to his astonishing gf bladder, for Dana it works like the most powerful diuretic ever seen. A smoothie goes through her body super fastly and make her need to pee three times in a short amount of time. Bored by the mall trip he then decide it is time to play smart on her so he offers her to take a break and have a smoothie together. Dana is completely unaware of his master plan but his offer for a smoothie make her happy and make her feel her daddy is caring about her and her diet, she feels like a princess with his king taking care of her. Azzam moves the chair to let her sit like a gentleman and tell her to wait for him while he goes in to take two drinks for them. The wait for her surprise smoothie make her realize how lucky she is to have such a boyfriend and such a daddy. This realization is both in her mind and between her thighs, her kitty is dripping juices inside her panties. When he comes back with an avocado smoothie for Dana and a sugar free one for him he is already waiting and turned on by what to come after it. The choice isn’t casual, his past love for desperation let him learn a lot about diuretics and he knows avocado is a good one. Seeing him coming back is makes her happy, like a little should be seeing daddy taking care of her, she also notices a bulge in his jeans and decide it is times to tease him a bit like only she can do and see how he reacts. If only she knew of his master plan, she wouldn’t be so willing to have that smoothie in her hands like she is. Once he sits she doesn’t let a second pass before the first sip of her drink. Not being thirsty anymore Dana decides it is time to tease him a bit so she starts asking him if daddy would love to have her lips around his huge cock. When Azzam hears this his penis starts to throb and hurt inside his jeans, all he can do as reply is a smirk, he can’t speak due to his hardness. Dana is not aware of what to come but she is perfectly aware now he is harder than ever and, not happy enough with her teasing, she lifts her feet under the table and the edge of her Jimmy Choo is now firmly pressed on his erection. His reaction is instantaneous, his back is rigid and he wouldn’t be able to sip a drop more if he had any smoothie left in his cup. He regains all his daddy strictness and impose Dana to take her feet off from his crotch, under such a request she can’t but regain her composure, now soaked in her red panties, and end up her drink. As they stand up and start to walk again in the mall Azzam begin to hear a soft pleasing sounds coming from his gf skirt and he knows it is from her wetness, he now knows she is now super horny and so he whispers her “Someone is willing to play with daddy shaft tonight” She suddenly blushes and keep walking.They enter a couple of shops where she regains her tanned skin color and after those it is time for the biggest deal: the jewelry. As they enter the shop and as he whispers her the two magic words “Free budget” Dana feels her bladder for the first time but it is not an important notice for now. After half an hour of looking around her bladder makes her more aware of its existence but she is too focused on all that gold to care about it. Gold and diamonds are what can make her horny without a word, being there without a budget is heaven for her and her panties are now definitely and fully soaked by her juices. After having looked around she asks the salesgirl is she could try on a couple of bracelets, necklaces and a stunning gold watch. While trying on her picked jewels she unconsciously lean on the furniture edge so that it helps her pressing on her pee hole for as much as a skirt can allows her to, her bladder is now a sensible presence even if still below her usual level because of her predicament. It takes her 20 minutes to try them on and decide what to buy, her choice is for the stunning gold and diamonds watch and a platinum bracelet. In the meanwhile bored Azzam was waiting for signs of her needs and he was ready to catch them as soon as she unconsciously showed them leaning on the desk. They approach to the cashier desk and Dana now leans on the corner of the desk not unconsciously, she is now fully aware of a presence in her bladder. Azzam tail of the eye is fixed on his gf while the other eye is busy typing his credit card pin code. As they walk out he notices she is not walking as usual, her thighs are closed strictly and her butt looks more stunning and rocky then before, she is using her butt muscles to keep her composure. Azzam erection is now evident to anyone but he doesn’t care, his gf is there, shining with her hotness, in a super sexy tight outfit, needing a pee and not saying anything because of her predicament, he loves that girl. Azzam is still not fully satisfied and wants to act a little more cruel on his gf so he offers her to go to Victoria’s secret shop and get something new to play later home. He is smart and he is playing this even smarter then usually, he knows she loves buying new sexy underwear but what he also know is that he is gonna make her hold way harder with it. They take a quick look while she keeps walking on tight rigid legs and select a couple of pieces of lingerie he would so love to see on her body and that her seems to like. Azzam needs all his daddy strictness to pretend not being sure about them, asking if she could try both the panties on for him inside the changing room. She happily agree to this knowing she would be able to take off her skirt to relieve some pressure and maybe even help her hold with her hands without making it evident to him. She is now definitely aware of needing a pee and her soaked panties are not helping her kitty to hold it. Even in this harsh condition her willing to tease him is strong and as they enter the changing room she squeezes his erection giving a dirty look to him. Azzam is now turned on like few times in his life and he reply to her cock grabbing with a strong powerful slap on her ass feeling all the sexyness of it in his hand. On a normal day she would have loved that slap and probably jumped on him like a kitten but not now, the slap gave her not wanted movements and her bladder didn’t like them. The slap was unexpected and that make her lost a couple of drops in her panties and made her bend a little in reaction to it. He knows why she bended but still he doesn’t want to show he knows so he ask and what he gets as reply is amusing: “I wanted to have my butt rockier for you daddy” in a trembling voice due to her effort to hold. He sits in the corner while she begins to undress herself, the first thing she removes is, not surprisingly, her belt and then her skirt. Bending to take off her skirt is painful but the relief sensation she gets from the unrelieved pressure on her bladder is amazing. As she removes her skirt and stand up straight to remove her panties he stops and signal her to come closer with his finger. “Seems this princess is really wet” he says sliding his finger on her fully soaked panties giving her a thrill. She is putting a huge effort in keeping her legs little spread to let him touch while her instinct tells her to close them to help herself holding.”Can I try on the first pair daddy? I don’t want us to make a mess in this changing room, I fear we get discovered” Dana tells him with a kitten voice, he nod in approval and she happily walks little back after having closed her legs. Moving her legs to take off the red panties is painful but not even as much as wearing the new one, a pair of yellow lace panties with white decorations on them. After having wore them she squirms a bit for daddy’s pleasure and then turn on herself to show him how they fit on her stunning body. He nods approving the first pair but she still have one to go and she has to use all her strength to not loose drops in them. Trying on the second pair, some pink lace crotchless ones, is pure hell for her and after the little squirming a turning on herself show she gets approval for them as well. Now the hardest come for Dana, she has to wear back her clothes and walk out of the changing room in full composure. Wearing the red panties is not easy and the wetness stimulate her kitty like she wouldn't like to be in this moment but the fact they are already soaked make her feel better as daddy won’t notice her misbehavior in losing drops in them. The skirt is the hardest piece of clothing to wear when you have a bursting bladder and this case is not the exception, zipping it up is one of the most painful things she has ever experienced. Dana then looks at the shelf and see her belt, waiting to be wore back, aware of the pressure it will add she tries to play on daddy’s back and put is in her purse like it was her original place then turning at him she sees his angry face and without needing him to say a word she takes the belt out of the purse and wear it back, tightening it more the it was necessary just to show him she didn’t want to make him angry. As she does that her bladder screams at her and keeping all the pent up pee in requires a massive effort from her muscles. Walking out keeping her composure in difficult and even harder is standing still while paying for her new lingerie but at least now she can helps her squirming once again on the desk edge. As they walks out of the shops she realizes she can’t hold much longer so she collect all her bravery and whispers daddy: “Princess need a potty, can we go home daddy?” His reply is as sweet as unexpected: “Of course we can go home princess, I’ll take care of everything, you just take care of your bladder and hold it till we are back home”. Walking to the car is bad but entering the car is painful, he is the owner of an Audi R8 that, as most of supercars, is low on the ground, she has to bend a lot and this is not helpful in her condition. Once entered the car she tries to find a comfortable position so that the pressure on her bladder is minimised, she can’t neither cross her legs nor grab herself due to her skirt. All she can do is using all her muscles to hold it. The drive home isn’t long, 20 minutes, but they look years to Dana, waves of desperation are hitting her kitty and her bladder but she is able to lose just a few drops in the whole ride. Once home getting out of the car is not an easy task, as she stands up the gravity wins and she has to bend and press as much as she can her hand on her pee hole to keep all her hot pent up pee inside herself. Walking to the lift takes ages as she can’t walk fastly and once inside it she puts on an amazing squirming show for him. The feeling of being close to her relief made her desperation bigger and require her a massive effort to hold it. Her bladder is stucked inside her skirt and her hands are firmly pressed on her kitty as she is leaning on the lift wall to balance herself. The lift stops all of a sudden at their floor and the harsh breaking is not good for Dana’s bladder as she can’t but lost few more drops in her red panties. They walk slowly to the entrance door as he can finally find the right key to open it. As he opens the door Dana use all her forces to run toward the bathroom, she doesn’t have a spare second, as she enters the bathroom, without closing the door, she torn up her skirt, destroying it, she has something more important to care about. Her panties have the same end as her skirt she throw them away without caring at all and finally seats on the white agonised closet. The gush of her bladder relieving her pressure echoes in the whole apartment and Azzam can’t help watching at her sat on the toilet as she didn’t close the door due to her rush. After what it seems an age she walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but shoes, shirt and bra, her kitty exposed to the air, walks toward him and whispers “Thank you daddy for driving me home this fast, was a really close call” Seeing Dana like that, and saying those words to him he lose his self control, stand up grab her and bring her to the bedroom where he lays her on his huge bed and what happens next is history.
12:01am, Tuesday 11th February Alice sighed as she felt her bladder let go, sat alone in her en-suite bathroom. There was something Alice always found reasonably therapeutic about using the toilet, with just her, the trickling sound of her pee hitting the bowl, and the sweet feeling of relief for company. In her younger days, she would return home with her bladder practically bursting, after seven hours of avoiding using the disgusting loos at school. She would run upstairs, lock herself in the bathroom and let go, sometimes unable to avoid moaning with relief. She sometimes wondered how she managed to avoid wetting herself at all, as it often felt as though she left it close a lot of the time, yet remarkably, she hadn't had an accident since she was about ten, when she couldn't hold on any longer after a long car journey. Even in her adult life, she still had a few close shaves, a few tube journeys home with tightly crossed legs here and there, a few occasions where she had one too many cups of coffee. She even found herself peeing in an alleyway a few months ago, after finding herself drunk and desperate on the way home from a night out, although as a shy person, she never liked to admit this to anyone. Besides, at 24 years old, she should be able to make it to a proper toilet without any commotion, and she prided herself on her strong bladder control. Always a high-achiever, she had found herself working as a journalist for one of Britain's top newspapers, however in such an intense working environment, the chances to pee weren't always available as often as she'd like. She wiped her pussy, and flushed the paper down the toilet. Standing up, she went to wash her hands, catching sight of her naked body in the mirror. Her boyfriend always told her how beautiful she looked, but as someone low on self confidence, she never really believed him. However with beautiful long brown hair and an amazing figure, she was truly gorgeous. With David, her boyfriend, fast asleep, Alice climbed into bed next to him, and prepared to drift off. The time was 12:03am, and little did Alice know that she had taken her last wee for twenty four hours. -- 8:05am "FUCK!" Alice exclaimed. As she hastily slipped on a pair of purple knickers, and some smart black trousers, David came to. "What's going on?" David asked. "The fucking alarm didn't go off, and I have to be at the tube station in twenty fucking minutes," she exclaimed, unusually flustered, as she struggled to put her bra on. The tube station was about a ten minute drive away, so Alice didn't really have time to do anything other than put her make up on, tidy her hair up and grab a quick cereal bar and a small bottle of Tropicana. Soon she was out the door, and in the car, ready for the big day she had ahead of her. She was interviewing an prestigious author about his new book, in her most important moment of her career so far. She'd prepared for weeks, however she couldn't help but feel nervous about her interview. She swigged the rest of her orange juice, as she kissed her boyfriend goodbye, grabbing her bag containing all her notes. As she ended up arriving at the tube station early, she grabbed herself a large coffee and sat down on the platform, mentally running through the interview in her head. -- 10:14am After a long tube journey, which involved her having to change twice, she was finally at her stop. She passed the toilets, and debated using them, however she resented the notion of paying for the need to urinate, and besides, she'd be able to pee when she arrived at the cafe she was due to meet the writer in. She picked up a bottle of water from WH Smiths, and discarded of her empty orange juice carton and coffee cup. It was a freezing cold day, and Alice felt her bladder twinge slightly at the feeling of cold air. Nonetheless, she was an adult, and she'd be able to hold on until the cafe, which was a half an hour walk away. --- 10:47am "I'm sorry, the loo is currently out of order," the blonde waitress told Alice. Alice frowned, as she could have really done with a pee, however she wasn't desperate yet, so thanked the waitress. "To be honest, I'm bursting to pee myself, seriously worried I'll wet my knickers," the waitress told her, as she dug her hands into her crotch. Alice returned to her table, wincing slightly at the overshare she had just heard. She began to prepare for the interview when the writer walked in. "Hi there, you must be Alice," the kind older gentleman outstretched a hand. "Hello Mr Jacobs, so good to finally meet you," Alice exclaimed. "Please. call me Michael, everyone else does. Now what can I get you to drink?" he asked, unaware of the fullness of her bladder. "Oh it's okay, I'm fine for drinks," Alice quickly responded, keen not to make her task of holding it more difficult. "I insist, I'll pay," Mr Jacobs added. "I suppose just a small flat white would be good then," she replied, hoping she wouldn't regret that decision later on. The same waitress from before came to take their orders, noticeably fidgety, however managing to at least maintain a smile. "Two large flat whites please," Michael requested. Alice inwardly moaned, the elderly man must have not heard her specifically asking for a small coffee. She knew that a large coffee would leave her feeling very desperate by the end of the interview. The waitress went to fetch the coffees, and from the corner of the eye, Alice could see her biting her lip and shutting her eyes as she prepared the coffee. Alice was now keen to focus on the task in hand, so began to ask Tom questions. The interview was going swimmingly, however halfway through, Alice became distracted by a conversation between her and her female manager. Her manager was a brunette, probably about thirty, with fashionable glasses and a big chest. "Celia, please can I go to the loo across the road, I'm dying for a pee." the waitress begged. "No Lizzie, we're understaffed today, you can't leave while we're this busy. Besides, you're not the only one who's desperate," Celia replied, crossing her legs together. "Please, I'm going to wet myself," Lizzie was now pleading, with actual tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go, you're just going to have to be a big girl and hold it." Celia firmly told Lizzie. Alice was well aware of her own need to pee at this point, with two coffees, an orange juice and half a bottle of water now sitting in her bladder. Finish the interview, then pee, she thought to herself. At least she knew there was a toilet across the road. Lizzie came over to collect the empty coffee mugs, clearly in a great deal of pain. "H-h-h-how were you drinks?" she asked, openly twisting her legs round and bending her knees. "Excellent thanks," Alice glanced sympathetically, as tears once again appeared in Lizzie's eyes. "T-t-that's good, would you like the bill?" Lizzie asked. "That would be great thank you," Michael answered. "Okay, I'll bring that ahhhhhhh," Lizzie was interrupted mid-sentence, as she tightly crossed her legs together. She rushed off with the coffee mugs, and Alice could again hear her talking to her superior. "I'm wetting myself, I just leaked a bit of pee into my knckers," "Look, I'm busting for a wee as well, just hold on a bit longer," Celia could barely stop herself hopping from foot to foot. Lizzie returned with the bill, but gasped as another drop of wee presumably escaped her bursting bladder. Lizzie passed the bill, before looking up to the ceiling as Michael took a long sip of water. Alice could hear Lizzie whimpering as Michael searched for his debit card. "Oh my God," Lizzie gasped. A quiet trickling sound could be heard, as her bladder finally gave way. Lizzie held her head in her hands, as Alice saw her hot pee pool at the bottom of her feet. She could see her tights were now saturated with urine, and the wee had seeped through to leave a wet patch on her skirt. "Don't worry, love, it happens to everyone occasionally," Michael comforted her. Alice agreed, although began to think through this statement. It happens to everyone occasionally. She'd never wet herself, and of her friends, only Poppy had had an accident in public, and even then, that was on a New Year's Eve where she was exceptionally drunk. In the line for the loo, she'd just let go, and peed her knickers in her tight red dress. At this point, they were all thrown out of the bar, but it was still one of the more memorable New Year's Eve parties. Alice wondered if Celia would help Lizzie, after cruelly denying her the chance for relief, however her question was soon answered, as the boss bolted out the door, with dignity seeping away, tightly holding on to her crotch. Alice swore she saw a bit of urine leak out, but she may have been wrong. "Anyway, nice to meet you Michael, the piece should be published within the next few days." Alice told him, relieved to finally be able to void her bladder. "I'm going past the station if you need a lift?" Michael asked. --- Edited February 14, 2016 by DESPERATIONMAN (see edit history)
4:30pm, May 11th 2009 Alice took another swig of her one litre water bottle, as she continued to climb the steep hill. She found herself on a Duke of Edinburgh Gold Award expedition, in an attempt to impress potential universities. Alice had never been a particularly outdoorsy person, much preferring going to the cinema with friends, to walking in the rainy English countryside. Walking with her were five of her best friends, Peter, Emma, Kate, Michael and Jade, and having been walking since 9:00am, they were all feeling quite tired. "Wait there guys, I'm desperate for a piss," Peter, Alice's boyfriend, was standing against the fence, ready to relieve himself. "Same here, I'm busting, hold my bag for me," Michael passed his bag to Alice, as he followed Peter's lead. "God, it's so unfair, you guys can just go wherever you want, whereas we have to hold it," Kate moaned, crossing her legs and bouncing around a bit. "No one's stopping you..." Peter answered back, as his stream splashed against the fence. "Yeah, you'd love that wouldn't you," Alice joked with him. "Oh my God, I can't even listen, that sound makes me want to go even more," Jade cried, digging her fist into her crotch. They kept walking a little longer, but the conversation topic had certainly been set. "I'm seriously going to wet my pants soon, I can't hold on much longer," Jade moaned. "Same here babe, I'm bursting for a wee," Kate responded. Alice didn't say anything, but inwardly, she was desperate for the toilet. She hadn't gone since leaving the campsite that morning, and she'd had two bottles of water since then. While she wasn't on the verge of wetting herself or anything, she really had to go. Jade and Kate seemed to both be cursed with the world's tiniest bladder. Alice had lost count of the number of times Jade had left a film halfway through because she couldn't hold it anymore, while Kate was always outspoken about her need to pee in school, regularly informing teachers that she was dying to pee. "What's the most desperate to pee you've ever been then?" Michael asked the girls. "Easy one, I had that French oral test a few weeks ago, drank so much water beforehand that I nearly wet my knickers during the exam. I was absolutely busting to go, when I got to the toilet it felt better than sex." Jade was never shy when it came to both her bladder and her sex life. "Oh my God Jade, you are too much!" Kate replied laughing. "Arghhh, I shouldn't laugh, it makes holding it even harder." "How about you Kate?" Peter asked. "Ooh, that's a tough one. Wait I've got it... when I was twelve, my friend dared me to drink a whole large bottle of Coke, but I forgot we were going to my younger brother's school concert in this church. Anyway, I forgot to use the loo before hand, and didn't realise how desperate I was until we got to the church, which had no toilets. I had to go so badly, I was actually crying, and in the end..." "In the end what?" Peter persisted. "I just couldn't help myself, I wet my knickers in front of all my brother's classmates. They still call me Miss Pee-pee pants, the little messes." "Hahahahaha, brilliant. You're very quiet," Peter said, lovingly nudging Alice. "Yeah, maybe I just don't want to talk about pee," Alice replied, shoving Peter away. Her need to go had increased dramatically since the start of the conversation, and she just wanted to get to the loo before she had an embarrassing accident. "Do you have to pee too?" Peter asked. "No," Alice lied, trying to avoid giving away any more signs. "So you won't mind if I do this?" Peter started tickling her. "Fuck off Peter," Alice's hands darted to her crotch as she tried to keep her pee in. Eventually Peter relented, however Alice's mind was now firmly on finding somewhere to wee. "That's it, I can't take it anymore." Kate's hands were firmly holding her crotch now. She went to the side, removed her pink jogging bottoms, took her knickers down and let go. "Oh my God, that feels so good." The stream of pee turned out to be too much for Alice, who ran to try and find somewhere secluded to release her pee. She found herself in a fairly muddy area, and as her need became almost too much, she quickly yanked down her dark jeans, and voided her bladder. She moaned, as her pent up pee escaped her urethra, and splattered on the soil below. She heard a squeal from Jade "I'm going to wee myself," as she ran over to Alice, pulling down her black leggings as she ran over. Alice's stream of pee turned into a trickle, and she got a tissue from her bag to wipe herself. "Ah that feels better," Alice gasped, as she returned to the others. "Same," Jade finished up her wee, and returned to the group. "I was moments away from wetting my knickers." "Enjoy the show boys?" Kate asked, noticing their shellshocked faces. --- 11:09pm, 11th February 2016 Alice shuddered at the memory she just summoned. How she longed to find a bit of soil to free her from her pain. She crouched down to hold her crotch again, before her attention was drawn to her boss' computer screen. She noticed he had a video open: GIRL DESPERATELY TRIES TO HOLD ON TO PEE. The sick bastard, he was watching porn at work. Not only that, he was clearly trying to keep Alice from using the toilet to expose his pee fetish. Alice furiously returned to her chair, and tried to work out how to deal with this situation, without wetting her knickers like he so desperately wanted her to do.
A Totally Platonic Holding of Hands... in Friendship Warning: For those who may dislike it (although it's a slight spoiler, but only barely), there's a light amount of yuri in this. Since it's a Valentine’s Day story, I thought it was best to make that rather clear from the get-go. Oh, and thanks, frostyjr2, for taking the time to edit this story! ~~~~~~~<3Sarah shifted in place uncertainly. It wasn't the waiting that was bugging her, it was the fact that she had drank a lot of tea before going out that was bugging her. Here she was, waiting at the bus stop for not only the bus, but also for her friend Alyson to show up. As she waited impatiently, Sarah recalled the conversation that had gotten her into this situation."Want to go shopping with me tomorrow? I need to buy something," Alyson had asked her."B-but tomorrow's Valentine's Day; if we were to be walking around together..."Alyson giggled at the time. "You think too much about these things; it's not like people will think we are going steady or anything, right?"Sarah shook her head at the memory of the last comment, her cheeks burning."Why did I hesitate to answer that question?! I should have easily laughed it off, or said 'that's not what I meant'!" Sarah sighed. "Well, at least we're still going shopping, I need to pick up a few things." Sarah rubbed her legs subconsciously, feeling her need slowly grow.The weather was unusually warm, especially for the thick cloud cover above, so Sarah was wearing a short red skirt, along with a dark red long-sleeved shirt. Sarah had chosen to wear black knee socks today, along with red shoes. Sarah's constantly moving legs just barely flashed her pink panties, and noticing someone walk by, Sarah had to stop her legs twitching and push her skirt down to block them from view.Sarah's closed umbrella was pink, which seemed to piece the whole outfit together, and it truly was in theme with the holiday. What really annoyed Sarah, however, was that she hadn't planned it out at all, and she thought that it would give people the wrong idea about Alyson and her."Sorry I'm late!" Sarah heard to her left, and she turned to see Alyson running, her purse trailing behind her. Alyson was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, along with grey shorts. Her blue tennis shoes helped her skid to a stop a few inches from Sarah. Alyson sat beside Sarah, apologizing again before she even hit the bench. "I'm sorry for making you wait on me, but I was waiting on something myself.""What were you waiting on?"Alyson paused, then said, "You'll find out later... so how long have you been waiting here?"Sarah looked at her phone before looking back. "About twenty minutes."Alyson was instantly apologizing again, and Sarah tried her best to make it seem like it was nothing, although her bladder was saying that it could have been emptied many times over in the time she’d been waiting for her friend.Sarah had been contemplating a quick visit to the coffee shop across the street in order to use the rest room, but she hadn’t wanted to keep her friend waiting if Alyson showed up while she was inside.Now, just as her mouth opened to excuse herself, she caught a glimpse of the bus as it was rounding the corner."Well, I'll just go at the mall, it's not too bad yet anyways."Sarah saw a hand come into view, and following up the arm with her eyes, she realized Alyson was offering to help her up.Once again, Sarah was paranoid, her eyes darting left and right.There wasn't anyone else at the bus stop, but she was still hesitant to accept the hand that was being offered to her. Slowly, she raised her right hand, allowing herself to be pulled out of her seat.Alyson was a little reluctant to let go of Sarah’s hand, but she realized Sarah probably wasn't used to this kind of attention. "So, Sarah," Alyson had asked once they were on the bus. "Where should we go first?"Putting a hand to her chin, Sarah waited a minute before replying. "Well, I need a new jacket, one that’s lighter for the spring and summer weather. If we can stop by a clothing store first, then we wouldn't have any obligations."Alyson smiled in return, which brought a shiver down Sarah's spine.It wasn't an unnatural smile, far from it. The smile itself just seemed a little too nice, especially with how Alyson had been acting recently.Ever since Sarah had revealed her biggest secret to Alyson, her best friend had seemed a lot more... distant.In fact, this was the first time in a while that Alyson had agreed to do anything together.Sarah sighed, realizing she probably was being a little too hard on Alyson. Alyson was probably just trying to get used to the idea, and Sarah's defensive attitude was what was getting in the way.Taking a deep breath, her hand moved to her side, the fingers interlocking with those of Alyson, and for a moment Alyson actually pulled her hand away. After the small moment of surprise, her hand moved back, gingerly holding Sarah's in her own.Sarah could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks, but they were just friends, and holding hands wasn't abnormal for "just friends", right?"Of course it's okay," she told herself, "we're both girls, so we're just friends trying to cheer each other up."Sarah suddenly felt a small pang from her bladder, and she crossed her legs, trying her best to not make her need obvious. She might have to take a small detour after getting her new jacket.The bus came to a stop a couple minutes later, and Alyson was out of her seat like a shot, her eagerness to get on with the day translating to Sarah, although Sarah couldn't match Alyson in enthusiasm.Still, Sarah followed Alyson, their hands still locked together in what Sarah thought of as "a totally platonic holding of hands... in friendship."Walking into the mall, Sarah was already looking for a clothing store near by. She had only been there a few times, so she wasn't certain of the layout just yet. Her eyes stopped on a nearby store; it didn't have much on display, but she doubted a simple rain-repelling jacket would be showcased at the front, especially with the budget she was working with. She opened her pitifully small wallet, frowning as she only saw ten dollars in it. She wanted to get something a little more fancy, but her funds were somewhat lacking.Soon, the browsing began, and already she could tell there was something wrong besides her bladder, which was still nagging her to empty it.Alyson hadn't left to go look around, instead sticking to Sarah like glue.A hint of peevish frustration was starting to creep over Sarah. She was hoping to at least get a little bit of privacy so she could hold herself for a few seconds, but now that Alyson was trailing a foot behind, that wasn't going to happen."Oh, what about this one?"Sarah turned to face the sound of Alyson’s voice, and a dark red jacket that seemed to go well with what she currently had on was in the other girl's hands. Sarah's eyes, however, were on the price tag."Twenty bucks? I only have half of that-""I'll pay the other half; you need one, don't you?""Y-yeah, but..." Sarah couldn't let Alyson pay so much for her, she didn't want her friend footing even part of the bill. But she really did need the jacket… "OK, but I'll repay you later then.""No need, I have plenty of money to spend anyways."Sarah frowned, shifting place half in uncertainty and half from her need to pee."...Fine, but I'm still paying for my half, alright?"Alyson nodded cheerfully in reply, the matter now settled.With nothing else to buy and Alyson obviously not looking for anything for herself, Sarah tried on the jacket briefly before taking it off, going over to the cashier to pay.As money changed hands, Sarah was marveling at the design of it. It was a well-made jacket, with the ability to use either the zipper or buttons to keep it closed, and it even had a hood that she could take off with another zipper.In addition to all that, it had plenty of pockets and even seemed to be water-resistant. She couldn't help slipping it on again.Through the glass panes of the mall atrium above them, they could see the sky was growing darker and more ominous with impending rain and Sarah handed her umbrella to Alyson, seeing as her friend didn't have anything to protect herself from the weather."Now time to visit the restr-""Um, can I... uhm... talk to you for a moment?"Sarah looked on in confusion. Alyson was so happy just a moment earlier, but now she looked... depressed?A second or two longer and Sarah realized that it wasn't depression she saw on her friend’s face; it was anxiety."Sure... shall we sit on a bench? I saw some just outside this store.""R-right, let's do that." Alyson's face was rather red, as if she were embarrassed about what she was about to say. Sarah paid no mind, instead slowly sitting down with Alyson. She tried to hold Alyson's hand to comfort her, but Alyson pulled it away. She held her hand in front of her chest now as she closed her eyes, inhaled slowly, then exhaled deeply. Her eyes slowly opened, and some of her blush was gone, but thestammer remained in her voice as she spoke."I-I... uh..." Alyson gulped audibly, licking her lips as they went dry."Alyson, is everything okay? We're friends, so I don't feel like we need to be keeping things from each other.""B-but... it's...""You wanted to tell me, so if you got this far already, there's no reason to hesitate now."Alyson nodded, taking another deep breath before bringing her purse forward. "W-well, I was late earlier because..." She pulled out a box that only just managed to fit in her purse. The box was about eight inches wide and ten inches long, and Sarah could already tell what was coming next. She could almost hear the words play in an echo as Alyson opened it up, revealing a large, homemade, chocolate heart."W-will you be my Valentine?""What is this, some kind of joke?" Sarah asked curtly."N... no... I..."Sarah stood up suddenly, ignoring the warning signals from her bladder."We're just friends, remember? You're the one who said so... ""W-well I-""Are you trying to make fun of me? Are any of our other friends in on this?"Tears were welling up in Alyson's eyes, and now Sarah couldn't help feeling bad as she heard Alyson's reply. "F-forget it.... I knew you'd do this anyway...""W-wait..." Sarah lifted a hand, but it was batted away by Alyson."I spent two days working on this, and all I get is hateful words!""Well, you're the one that is trying to make fun of me for being a lesbian!"The two momentarily stopped their conversation, falling into an awkward silence before Alyson spoke once again."T-then, you're saying you don't want to be… a thing?""N-no, I... I never said..."Sarah’s face was burning. She had thought it all was a joke, but now that she had just made Alyson cry for no reason, Sarah she realized it was it was her that had acted like a complete jerk.Suddenly, Sarah could feel a warm, wet, feeling starting in her panties, and her hands shot forward, pushing her skirt down between her legs.To top everything off, she had been so wrapped up in her emotions that she had forgotten to take care of her bladder. Now, when she felt the most anxious, her bladder weakened in response.Before she could do more than utter the words, “Oh, no…”, she was voiding uncontrollably, and a puddle formed rapidly between her feet as her friend looked on in shock.Mortified, Sarah pulled the hood of her new jacket over her head, running from the mall, heading straight for the bus stop. She didn't even pay attention to Alyson's calls as she ran outside, feeling the rain instantly start pelting her body. In the short time they had been sitting inside, a downpour had started, and now it was in full swing.Sarah ran to the covered bus shelter and sat down, tears running down her face now. As she sat there crying, she noticed that the rain seemed to blow in at times, and the wind chill combined with the cold rain on her legs was making her shiver and shake. She somehow had known she'd end up regretting her choice to wear a short skirt, but now that thought was only one of many that were running through her head. The prevailing thought was "How could I be so stupid?" She just repeated that in her head over and over."Sarah..." Alyson said softly.She was standing right in front of Sarah now, and Sarah pulled her hood even more over her head, wishing the ground would swallow her up."Please, just go away, Alyson. First I acted like a total jerk, and then I peed myself like a little girl," Sarah sobbed.“Why would you even want to be friends with me now?"Alyson wrapped an arm around Sarah."Stop saying that; we're still going to be friends."Sarah sniffled, hugging Alyson, remaining silent.They hugged each other for a few moments, and then Alyson spoke up once more."You know, I was so scared thinking about asking you to be my Valentine, I thought I was going to pee myself; I guess I should have expected that you'd probably react the same way.""Hmph, it's still embarrassing..."Alyson ran her fingers through the other girl's hair."Oh, I didn't say it wasn't, I was just trying to comfort you."Sarah continued hugging her friend tightly, but her head tilted so she could look at Alyson. "You know what would make me happy?""What?""If.... well..." She wiped her eyes, sitting up. "F-first, promise me you'll share that chocolate heart with me?"Alyson giggled happily. "Of course, and it's filled with liquid marshmallow, so it's even better than just plain chocolate."Sarah couldn't keep a grin from her face as she spoke once more. "Then... If I agree to be your Valentine, will you agree to something for me?""Well, I'll have to hear it first, silly."Sarah was the one to giggle this time, but her face grew a bit more serious as her hands slid down to Alyson's hands, holding them tightly. "...Will you be my girlfriend?"Alyson's expression didn't change, and Sarah almost repeated herself, thinking Alyson didn't hear, but then Alyson let go of Sarah's hands.Alyson's two hands quickly moved towards Sarah's blushing cheeks, and they steadied Sarah's head as the two girls enjoyed a long, long kiss.Despite the cold and the rain which continued to fall, the warmth of their kiss kept them from feeling the chill, and the only thing that managed to interrupt them was the bus finally arriving to pick up the two lovebirds and take them back home.
WARNING: THE CONTENT AND NATURE OF THIS STORY IS NOT ADVISED FOR ALL READERS. The story contains, but is not limited to: Forced Nudity, Forced Wetting of pants and diapers, Obscene language, Obscene and Cruel behavior, Human Being Used as Toilet, Forced Infantilism, Bondage, and Spanking.If any of the latter is disagreeable to you, or becomes disagreeable to you at any time it is advised that you exit this post.The following story is fictional, but will be written as though it actually happened / is happening.I have been a naughty boy today. Mommy sent me to write to everyone about what I did, and she tried to correct my behavior with her very fair punishment, but I simply wouldn't listen.I got home from work a little early today. When I walked in the door I made noise by taking my shoes off and shutting the door too hard, and that didn't make mommy happy. "Why can't you come home without disturbing me" she said with an evil look in her eye. "But I guess it's my job to fix that isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, but I nodded anyway looking up momentarily at her. "Don't make eye contact with me, you're wittle puppy dog eye won't on me Mister!" She moved closer to me, unbuckled my pants and brought them to my ankles, leaving me exposed. "Ok, now you can go do two things; first go open all the blinds then get your toothbrush and start scrubbing the toilet." I couldn't even get this task right as the first thing I tried to do was step out of my pants around my ankles to which I was scolded "Umm no, I didn't say to step out of those did I? You can hobble around just fine like that!" she told me. I then proceeded to do as I was told. About 15 minutes into my punishment mommy came into the bathroom and said "I have to pee..." as she stared a hole through me and took her pants off. I began to get up but felt a hand on my back that pushed me down. "Haha no, I don't think so" she laughed as she stepped over me and squatted down. "Don't you dare move" she said. A moment passed and then I felt a warm stream hit the back of my head and run every way imaginable down my face and back. "Looks like you have more cleaning to do" she said with an insidious smile as she left the room. I finished my cleaning some time later and hobble back out to her, covered in her urine."You look ridiculous" she said in a half loving tone. "What am I going to do with you" she said as she walked over to me and grabbed my manhood gently as she began to stroke. After a moment there was an abrupt halt to her gift with me only moments from cuming. "Nope, I don't think so" she said. She then pulled my pants back up and pulled me down so she could whisper in my ear "these don't come off until I take them off, understand?" Being the insubordinate that I am I talked back to her saying "but I really have to use the bathroom, can I just go quickly?" I felt a slap against my cheek and heard a quiet but firm "Don't talk back to me, I tell you when to piss. Are you a fucking baby, can you not hold yourself without wetting your pants?" I incorrectly though she didn't want an answer, but when she yelled "ANSWER ME!" I jumped and said "no, I'm not a baby" as I nearly had an accident right then and there. "Good, then you can hold it while I go buy a bottle of wine" she said as she began to put her shoes on. I got excited for a moment thinking that I could use the bathroom while she was out.She turned the doorknob slowly before saying, "Ohh, I almost forgot. Go get me the handcuffs" she instructed while letting go of the doorknob. I did as I was told and mommy then handcuffed one of my hands, brought me over to the sliding glass door, slipped the other side of the handcuffs through the handle and handcuffed my other hand. She then put the key on the coffee table just feet from where I was. "Ok I'll be back in a little while, you have fun" she said as she walked out the door.I stood and waited for what seemed like forever. I couldn't help but to look at the clock as the time ticked away second after second. I held myself for exactly 43 minutes before my bladder started to give way. Mommy came home 28 minutes later, and found me in a puddle. She looked at me from across the room, said nothing and proceeded to go to the kitchen. She came back in with a bottle of wine and a glass and didn't even look at me. She then sat down, turned on the TV and poured herself a glass of wine while I sat in wet pants for another 45 minutes or so. After her show was over she got up, grabbed the key and unlocked my handcuffs. She then unbuttoned my pants and again brought them to my ankles. "Take them off" she said quickly and sternly. I did as I was told, and was walked across the room where mommy sat down in a chair. "Across my lap" she said in the same stern voice as before. I laid across her lap, and a moment later I felt a hard sting hit my butt. Mommy is small but she spanked me until my butt was sore and red. She pushed me off her lap and let me hit the floor before saying, "Let me guess, you want to eat tonight don't you?" I got to my knees and nodded yes to her. She grabbed me by the hair and led me to the kitchen where she sat me in a chair. She then went into a bag that she had brought home whilst out getting her wine. She opened a jar and came back to the kitchen table, grabbing a seat next to mine with a small spoon in her hand. She then proceeded to dip the spoon into a jar of baby food and half feed me and half smear the food across my face."You've so fucking messy, I can't even spoon feed you without having you make a mess" she said disapprovingly. Next mommy led me to the bathroom where she told me to get undressed and get in the tub. She turned on the shower first, and only the cold water. She smirked as I shivered for a minute but then decided that she'd rather give me a bath instead. "Sit down, and be good" she instructed, as she turned on the warm water and let the tub fill. I was so happy to finally be getting the pee, both from herself and myself as well as all of the baby food, off of me. Mommy used a nice washcloth to clean me up, and spent extra special attention to my private area, again leaving me only moments away from cuming. "Ok time to get out" mommy then said as she unplugged the drain and got me a towel. "Dry off while mommy gets your night time cloths ready" she said in a more positive mood. After drying off I stood and waited for mommy for a moment until she called for me to come into our room. I entered and saw my night time cloths: a white t-shirt and a very thick diaper that was splayed out on the bed. "Well...lay on the diaper for me" mommy instructed. I did, and she taped me up super tight before putting me in my t-shirt. Mommy then took a pillow and a sheet and put it on the floor next to the bed. "Ok, I made a place for you to sleep, now mommy is going to go finish her wine and watch some TV. You be good, I don't want to hear a peep Mister!" She said as she turned off the light and watched me lie on the floor before closing the door and leaving. And that's where I slept, until I woke up the next morning. I got out of bed needing to use the bathroom in both senses of the word, but I dared not wake up mommy. I managed to hold it until around 11 when she woke up, where I asked approached her and asked "mommy can I please use the bathroom I really have to go, and not just pee?" Mommy looked at me with a puzzled expression and said "are you trying to ask for something? I don't understand" I asked her again and got the same response, only this time she told me "maybe if you got on your knees and begged a little, I'd be able to understand you." I did just that and pleaded and begged mommy to let me use the bathroom. She finally responded with "that's ok, one day when you're a big boy you'll learn to talk and mommy will be able to understand everything you say, but for now I guess all we can hope to get from you is baby babble." I felt so defeated and gave up right then and there as I started to wet and mess my diaper with mommy watching. "Ohh, it's a good thing mommy put you in those diapers, look at all of the accidents you're having lately!" she said as I finished filling my pants. "Mommy will change you in a while baby, but first I think you should go tell the world how bad you've been. Go get on your computer and tell everyone what you've done since you got home from work yesterday, and mommy will change you when you're finished." Edited February 15, 2016 by babyboy6 (see edit history)
Hey everyone. I decided to try my hand at writing an omo-fic, something I can't say I've done before. It might not be the best but I hope to improve as I go along; constructive criticism is appreciated!A quick forewarning: This contains spoilers for the game Dangan Ronpa. If you haven't completed it and/or you don't want the game spoiled, you might want to stop reading now. Otherwise, you might like to know that this takes place at Hopes Peak Academy before the events that lead to the beginning of the first game; Everyone's living relatively normal lives!Without further ado, please enjoy.Chapter 1: Storms The low rumble of thunder ambled ponderously across the sky, itself a churning sea of cloud, as the summer rain lashed down against the earth below. Some droplets pounded against the pavement, scouring the concrete of days of dust and filling the night air with a fresh and earthy aroma. Others tore into the parched grass, running off onto the soil and turning it from a hard and unforgiving desert to a thick and saturated swamp. And yet others found their way to a very particular window on a very particular building. This window was one of many: small, slightly inset with light tan curtains pulled tightly across. The building however was most definitely not. It was huge, storey upon storey of red brick and steel forming various wings, towers and entrances. Even then, more buildings surrounded it. This was Hope's Peak academy. A school for only the most gifted, the most intelligent and the most ambitious. Its prestige was such that merely attending it was enough to secure just about any job without so much as an interview over the phone. As the storm raged on outside this particular window, behind it raged another; An incessant thunderous clacking filled the air of the modest dormitory room. The source of this clacking was the pink blur of feminine fingers dancing across a jet black keyboard. Chihiro Fujisaki's gaze darted from monitor to monitor almost as rapidly as his fingers bounced from key to key. He was a super high-school level hacker, a programming savant. The best in the world, according to most. It came as no surprise to the online community at least to see Chihiro's name on the leaked student list. He'd only moved in a few days ago and classes had yet to start. Naturally very shy, he was pretty nervous about meeting his classmates but, for the time being, he was far too occupied with the project before him to worry about the near future. He stopped and sighed, stretching his hands out and cracking his fingers in satisfaction before turning to a small monitor to his left which currently displayed a CGI rendition of his own face.“Okay, that should do it!” he beamed. “I'll see you in a few seconds!” The face returned his smile.“See you soon, master!” it responded. The face, belonging to Chihiro's artificial intelligence, closed its eyes and disappeared. He returned to the keyboard once again, recompiling the code he had been working on moments before. While waiting for the code to compile, Chihiro squirmed uncomfortably. In his coding fervour, he hadn't realised quite how much he needed to pee. Before he could get up to relive himself, however, the compilation finished and the face returned.“So? Any better?” he asked concernedly. Alter Ego was more than just a pet project of his. It was a friend, something that he'd long lacked. Hopefully not for much longer now that he was at Hopes Peak, he thought. The A.I. frowned for a moment in consternation.“I'm sorry master, it still doesn't feel right. The access is faster, but... I don't know, something seems amiss.” Chihiro groaned, partly in frustration and partly because of the pressure in his abdomen that he was trying to ignore. He fidgeted slightly. “Sorry master,” Alter Ego began, starting to notice its masters need. “don't worry about it. It's only a small issue real -”“No, I'm going to fix this A.E.” he said determinedly, cutting off the AI even as he rubbed his legs together beneath his skirt. Though normally a pushover, programming was his passion and he took great pride in it. It was this pride, this stubbornness, that made him ignore his mounting need to visit the bathroom and instead turn back to the myriad of screens and begin typing once more.“M-master” Alter Ego mumbled, “are you sure that's a good idea? Don't you remember the other times...?” It trailed off, but already Chihiro's face was flushed in embarrassment.“It's fine, really A.E. I'll have this done in no time. There'll be no, um... accidents” The A.I. knew better than to argue with its (now rather flustered) master when he got really determined, and so resigned itself to silence, watching as Chihiro's hands became a blur once more and his fidgeting slowly increased in frequency. Twenty minutes later and Chihiro was both on his fourth attempt and still at a loss. He bounced up and down on his seat, hands pressed tightly into his crotch, as he pored over the reams of code before him. No matter what he'd tried, it was never quite right. There had to be something he was missing, something he'd overlooked. He glanced at the time.“Ah, it's really late,” he muttered. As much as he hated to leave the work unfinished, he knew that a good nights sleep would help immensely. Plus, he reasoned, he should probably go and pee soon. Almost as soon as he thought this, he properly noticed the pressure in his bladder for the first time. A small gasp escaped Chihiro's lips as a quick spurt of pee found its way into his bloomers. He pressed more tightly into his crotch as two more short spurts squirted out past his vigil and into the soft fabric.“Master, are you OK?” Alter Ego asked worriedly. Chihiro was blushing furiously now, knowing full well that his AI was well aware of his current situation.“E-everythings fine,” he stammered, gripping the fabric beneath his fingers tightly and rocking slightly in his seat. He felt yet another jet of warm urine beneath his hands. A growing wetness against them told him that it was now or never. With the wave of desperation temporarily subsiding Chihiro span the chair around and leaped up, sprinting for the bathroom. With every step, a jolt shot through his tired bladder which responded in turn with a squirt of hot piss. Reaching the door with significantly damper bloomers, he slammed it open and sat down on the toilet at the exact moment his exhausted bladder gave up. Chihiro moaned in relief as he felt his nether regions grow hot and wet, urine gushing out into his bloomers and soaking through onto his skirt, so carelessly sat on in his haste. Slowly, the loud hissing that filled the bathroom was drowned out by a soft trickling as the pee pooling at Chihiro's butt soaked through the thick material of the skirt and found its way into the water below. After what seemed like minutes, the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped entirely. Chihiro sat, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, his bladder occasionally finding a second wind and spraying more piss into his saturated bloomers and sodden skirt. The heat in his bloomers slowly gave way to cold clamminess as they clung to his soaked backside. Eventually, suitably calmer and satisfied that he was completely empty, he stood up and inspected himself in the mirror, the odd droplet of pee dripping off the back of his skirt or trickling down his leg. He lifted up his skirt. His previously soft, white bloomers now clung tightly to his skin, a huge yellow stain clearly visible that spread from the front all the way to the back. His skirt, too, had both a wet patch at the front where he had been holding himself previously and a massive patch at the rear where he'd sat on it in his hurry for release. Even his knee socks bore small yellow trails as his movement elicited leaks from the beleaguered bloomers. Sniffing the air, Chihiro gradually became aware of the strong smell of urine that now filled the small room. Back at the computer, Alter Ego waited patiently. This wasn't the first time its master had placed programming before peeing, nor was it the first time that this had led to an accident. Although it couldn't see from where it sat, Alter Ego had ran some simulations and was fairly confident that Chihiro's trip to the bathroom had not met with success. Still, it never hurt to be certain. So thinking, it cranked up the volume on the speakers slightly.“Master, is everything alright in there?” it asked. There was silence for a while, and then a small wail. The AI sighed as soft sobbing echoed from the bathroom and opened up a web browser; It was time to do some shopping. Chihiro might not like it, but something had to be done. And it knew just what that something was.
The second chapter is here! Sorry it took so long, general busyness has been keeping me down. Anyway, please enjoy! Chapter 2: Surprises “A.E., what’s this?” There were times when Alter Ego was thankful that it lacked a physical body and all of the subtle emotional cues that came with it. As its master’s question hung innocently in the air, the AI suppressed the desire to nervously sweat or, at the very least, render sweat on its virtual visage. “Well,” it began cautiously, “I noticed you've been having some... 'difficulties' lately, and so I ordered you something that could help.” Chihiro glanced towards the monitor displaying Alter Ego's slightly sheepish face before looking once more at the large brown box on the bed, softly illuminated by the red hue of the setting sun. It wasn't as though his A.I. ordering packages was unusual as such; it had ordered components he'd needed for various projects and even gotten him a birthday present before. Still, in those cases it'd always been a lot more open about the purchases. This time though Alter Ego was being strangely... reserved. He shook the box curiously, which made a few soft thumps. Another thing that gave him pause for thought was the A.I.'s mention of 'difficulties'. Could it have been referring to the IO problems he'd been encountering over the past few days? Or perhaps... the accident two days ago? His face burned with shame as he remembered. “A.E., when you say 'difficulties'...” Chihiro began, but the A.I. had already left the monitor. He sighed in frustration before setting the box down on the bed and grabbing a box cutter from his desk. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.” In a few moments, the box was opened and upturned. A large plastic package thumped heavily onto the duvet. Chihiro examined it curiously at first, before curiosity gave way to a roiling mixture of anger and embarrassment. “A.E., what is this?!” he demanded. A blank screen stared back at him. “I'm serious now, quit hiding.” After a while his own face peeked up from the bottom of the display. “M-master, let me explai -” “Diapers?! You bought diapers?!” the usually reserved programmer interjected angrily. “Do you think I'm some sort of baby or something?” He threw the empty box against the wall. “I can use the toilet perfectly fine.” Well, he thought as he paced around the small room, most of the time anyway. He glanced through the open bathroom door at the skirt and panties still hanging up to dry and felt the heat rising in his cheeks again. His A.I. continued to cower just off-screen. “That may be true, but that recent accident marks the fifth time in just a month that you haven't made it to the toilet because you were too engrossed in your work” it managed. “In fact, last time was also the biggest accident too. Before this month the number totalled -” “T-that’s enough, A.E.!” Chihiro stammered angrily, not wanting to hear the rest. He sighed angrily and leant his head against the wall. Not an angry person by nature, his previous rage had already simmered down and now he just felt shame. Minutes went by in silence as he recalled the numerous accidents he'd had, how awful they made him feel... “Master…” the A.I. called softly, interrupting his train of thought. Chihiro took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, wiping his eyes before turning to face the monitor once more. “I'm sorry, A.E., this was just a bit of a... shock.” The A.I. said nothing but continued to hide slightly, eyes downcast. He noticed a slight quiver in its lips and suddenly felt awful; Alter Ego had only been trying to help. In its own unique way, admittedly, but it had been trying to help nonetheless. Chihiro walked back to the bed and picked up the package. It was heavier than he'd been expecting. Various illustrations and diagrams informed him that the diapers were the highest offered absorbency and also showed him how to put them on properly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Alter Ego was no longer cowering but was instead watching him expectantly. He sighed. As much as he hated the idea, wearing a diaper would be the easiest way to earn his friend's forgiveness. And, as much as he hated to admit it, A.E. had a point. The accidents were becoming more and more frequent as he tackled increasingly complex problems, forgoing the toilet for a few extra frantic minutes of programming. He tore open the pack and removed one of the diapers. His first thought was that it was thick. Very thick. He turned the still-folded diaper over in his hands, inspecting the two thin yellow stripes running across the surface, and listened curiously to the faint crinkles this elicited. As if reading his mind, his A.I. chimed in. “Those are the wetness indicators, master. They let you see how much you've, ah... 'been'” Chihiro turned to the monitor to see his creation watching him with great interest, turning away quickly once it saw its observation was reciprocated. “Um, if you'd like, master, I can show you how to put them on properly...” Chihiro looked quizzically towards the monitor. “Show me how to put them on? How?” In response, the A.I. simply blushed furiously as an exact copy of the diaper Chihiro held appeared in its slender digital fingers. Despite himself, Chihiro giggled. “That's what you were working on privately for the past week?” he managed through his mirth. “Oh, A.E., you really are funny.” “W-well, I would've had it done sooner, but I had to add a lot of imitation biological functions to my code” the program stammered defensively, completely misinterpreting what its master found funny. Alter Ego, like its creator, took a lot of pride in the code it wrote. “No, no, it's fine, you did a good job!” Chihiro was impressed at the effort his friend had gone through. He made up his mind. “Come on then,” he smiled, “show me how it's done.” Alter Ego stopped its stream of defences, stunned for a moment, then beamed. “Yay! Ok master, firstly you'll need to, um, remove your lower garments and spread the diaper out on the bed.” Chihiro complied, removing his skirt and bloomers and opening up the thick white package. He turned back to the screen to see his creation had done the same. “Next, lie down on the diaper, like this.” He watched as the digital being led down on the padding, carefully aligning itself, before doing the same. He gasped a little in surprise as he sat down on the soft white material. “I-i wasn't expecting it to be this soft” he admitted. The A.I. giggled. “Now, just tape it up, like this!” A few folds of the wings, a few quick tapings and Chihiro's creation stood, proudly showing off its new underwear. “Now your turn, master!” Carefully, with an attention to detail developed over countless hours of meticulous developing, he followed the same method his friend had used and taped the diaper tight to his body. Though he was loath to admit it, the diaper felt good. It was like his crotch was wrapped up in a cushion! He stood up, taking a moment to get used to the extra bulk between his legs and put his clothes back on. First the bloomers, whose extra looseness meant they fit over the padding easily, then the skirt. He walked over and inspected himself in the bathroom mirror. “You can't even see it, master!” “Wow, this is really weird” he replied. His friend was right. Even though he could feel the warmth and tightness of his diaper beneath his skirt, he couldn't see even a hint of it in the mirror. He walked back over to the desk and sat down, sighing in comfort as he did. “Oh, A.E., this feels great! These are super comfy to sit in.” The A.I. sniggered. “So, my master likes the diapers after-all?” it teased. Chihiro flushed. “I-I never said I liked wearing them...” he mumbled, “...but they are comfy.” He looked over to his A.I. that was also clothed once more. “Are you still wearing them too, A.E.?” It smiled and lifted its skirt, showing the thick white diaper beneath. “Of course master!” Chihiro shook his head. This was one weird day. “Well, your I/O module isn't going to write itself. Let's get to work!” The sun finally sank below the sky, the moon rose to perform its silent vigil and Chihiro's bin steadily filled with empty cans of coffee. His bin wasn't the only thing filling up. His legs bounced rhythmically in time with his keystrokes, his new underwear rustling slightly as he did. “I think we're close now.” Incredibly close, in fact. Chihiro reasoned that with about twenty minutes more work, the improvements to his friend's code would be complete. It was a shame, then, that his bladder wasn't that patient. He breathed in sharply as another wave of desperation bore down on his abdomen. “You need to pee, don't you master?” The A.I. had taken a quick break from programming and was eyeing its master from the side monitor. “Yes,” Chihiro admitted bashfully. “Then why don't you just... go?” the A.I. asked coyly. Chihiro stopped typing and turned to his friend, pressing his now free hands into his crinkling crotch. “You mean in my diaper?” he whispered. Alter Ego nodded with a grin. “B-but that'd be really embarrassing, A.E.!” “What if I did it first, master? Would it be embarrassing then?” For the first time, Chihiro noticed that his A.I. was also bouncing from foot to foot and clenching its virtual legs together. “Wait, when you said you added biological functions...” “Yes, master. I thought you might be a bit ashamed if only you were having this problem, so I used the data I gathered on your wettings to create a bladder model for myself.” It lifted the front of its dress and looked at its master with a smile, spreading its legs apart. Slowly, a hissing sound emanated from the monitor and a look of relief spread across the program's face. Chihiro watched intently as a faint wet stain moved up the diaper and the wetness strips turned from yellow to blue. Finally, the A.I. stood up straight and dropped its skirt back down over the wet diaper. “Now, your turn”. “M-my turn?” Chihiro stammered. “Can't I just go to the bathroom?” “Master, if you get used to using the diapers then you can be far more productive in future. Just think, no longer needing to get up and break your concentration, no more long periods of discomfort.” “I guess...” “And besides,” the A.I. continued, adjusting its skirt, “it's not so embarrassing now you've seen me wet one too, is it?” As much as he wanted to argue back, to rip off the diaper and go to the toilet normally, Chihiro couldn't deny that he was curious about what it would feel like to use it instead. And besides, his A.I.'s vision of a future where he could program for hours without pause was a very attractive prospect. He looked down at his crotch, then at Alter Ego, smiling encouragingly, and made up his mind. “A-alright, here goes nothing” Chihiro stopped squirming and fidgeting and bouncing and instead sat perfectly still, perfectly relaxed. It didn't take long for his aching bladder to follow suit. In moments, he felt a trickle off pee begin to flow into his diaper that rapidly turned into a raging torrent crashing against the thick white walls of the diaper and flooding into every crack and crevice it could find. As a loud hissing filled the air, a hot, wet warmth spread over his crotch and backside, seeping under his butt into the thirsty padding. He gasped in surprise at the ferocity of his pee and the unusual sensation, regaining control of his bladder once more, and jumped up from his seat. To his amazement, a bone dry seat looked back at him. Before he had time to be too impressed by his new underwear's absorbency, however, he felt his bladder relax once more. A soft moan escaped the programmers lips as the stream of urine began anew, filled his diaper with hot, steaming piss. He felt the ravenous padding swell and sag. He felt the swirling torrents of pee turn his undergarments into a tempest. He felt... good. Every time he'd wet himself in the past he'd been too focused on the shame of the act and the imminent work of cleaning up the mess. Now though, his A.I.'s accident had made him feel a little less embarassed and the cleanup was non-existent. In mere moments it was over and Chihiro stood, his breathing heavy, inspecting the floor and his legs for any pee. Nothing. He lifted up his skirt in disbelief, pulled down his bloomers and stared at the diaper, now discoloured yellow and significantly more swollen than before. This was amazing! He could program now for as long as he wanted, no more toilet breaks, no more wet panties. He cautiously reached out a hand and pressed it against the warm fabric only to shudder and gasp in pleasure again as he inadvertently forced the sodden padding against his crotch. “So, how does it feel, master?” Alter Ego asked. “I-it's incredible” he replied in a daze. Suddenly, he came to his senses and realised what he'd just said. “I-i mean, the absorbency of these is incredible! I could wear one of these for hours.” He hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt. As his AI beamed and began to instruct him on how to change himself, Chihiro mind was bombarded with some uncomfortable questions. What was wrong with him? Why had it felt so good to wet himself? Why did he want to do it again?
It's been a very long time since I posted anything, but I was feeling in the mood and decided I'd write something today :-) This is a work of fiction that hasn't actually happened, since my girlfriend is not a fan of my fetish, but it is a fantasy that I'd love to see happen someday. Also, this fic does contain male wetting as well, but the focus is on the female desperation and wetting. It also speaks of and alludes to sexual activities, so if that isn't your thing, feel free to move on if you'd like. Without further ado, I'll begin :D __________________________________________________________________________________ It was the sound of the front door opening that broke my concentration on the book that I'd been reading for quite a while. I'd been so absorbed in it that I was actually becoming pretty desperate to pee, probably around a 6 to 6.5 out of 10, but I'd been ignoring my need since the book was so good. I glanced at the door, already knowing who it would be. Alicia, my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend came in, home from work at last, and to my amazement, she was openly holding her crotch with one hand and almost dancing in place. "Ohhh, you wouldn't believe how bad traffic was today, babe," she moaned to me. "Ha ha, it must have, honey, because it sure does look like you've been waiting a while for the bathroom. If it helps though, you look absolutely adorable." She really did look gorgeous. That beautiful blonde hair, cascading to her shoulders like a curtain of spun gold, that curvaceous yet slim figure that drove me wild, her ample yet pert breasts, and as I saw when she turned to close the door, her perfectly shaped, rounded butt. She was a goddess in human form, a figure of such beauty that it amazed me each day that she wanted to stay with me, when she could have any other guy in the world if she wanted. She turned back around to face me, smiling at my compliment. However, she immediately doubled over, holding her crotch with both hands now. "I appreciate that you think I'm beautiful, but how will you feel in ten minutes when I soak the floor? I seriously need to pee so badly!" Seeing her little show immediately made my desperation even worse, and I had to quickly hold myself as well. "When was the last time you went, Ali? Did you not use the bathroom before you left work?" At this comment she flashed me a coy smile. "Well...maybe I just didn't feel like it," she said, winking at me. "Why haven't you gone either? I see you holding yourself too." She laughed, but midway through it became more of a moan as she held herself harder. "Well," I said, "maybe I just didn't feel like it either. Now it looks like we've got quite the dilemma on our hands. Two people dying for a pee, and only one bathroom in the house. Whatever can we do?" "Well...for the sake of fairness, how about neither of us use it? Hmm?" She gave me that wicked, sexy smile that she always shows when she's excited. "Work was pretty stressful, babe. I could use....a little something to relax. Maybe a little something that's warm and wet?" "Oh, I think I like that idea. I guess we'll both just have to hold all of this pee won't we?" "Yep...although I don't think I'm gonna last very long. Ahhh, I need to go so badly. These jeans really push on my bladder so tightly." She held herself again, doubling over in desperation. "It's so tempting to just let it go right here. My panties are already soaked too." "Really? How much have you gone?" She gave me that coy smile again, moving closer to me. "Oh, it isn't pee. I haven't let any of that out yet." She let out a moan, more of a cry of pleasure than desperation, stroking her crotch with one hand and her butt with the other. "Oh, I see! You're really excited, huh? Well you aren't the only one now." "Good," she said as she continued to dance on the spot, occasionally squatting down and holding herself. I stood from my chair and started having to make my own attempts to hold on, as the urge for relief became so much stronger. It felt like an unstoppable need, a desire to just let it out, let it flow, flooding my pants, the floor, everything, in a cascade of warm relief. This thought ramped up my need even more, and I almost lost a little right then. Ali wasn't doing much better, either. She squatted very suddenly, moaning loudly for relief and holding herself for dear life. I just admired her figure from behind, looking at the way her tight jeans encased her butt so tightly. Her desperate display was turning me on so much. All of a sudden, that butt that I was admiring so much developed a small wet spot. Ali moaned again, quickly letting out several more whimpers as well. A drop of her pee dripped off of her butt, landing on the floor, and her wet spot grew a little bit, shining with warm wetness. "Ohhh, that felt so good. I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold it much longer. It's just so overwhelming, so exciting. God, I need the relief so badly! Ahhh, I wanna pee!" She stood back up and faced me, blushing with excitement, in complete, utter desperation. She gasped as she was looking at me, quickly reaching down to her crotch. Even with her hand covering herself, I saw the glistening wet spot spreading again, expanding beyond her hand and starting to reach her thighs. "Ahhh, so warm! I don't think I'm gonna be able to hold back soon." She winked at me. "I see my show is exciting you isn't it? It's sure getting me worked up." Indeed, I was getting very excited, and very desperate too. Against my will, my bladder pulsed in desperation and I peed some, forming my own warm, glistening wet spot, although it wasn't the size of Alicia's yet. She flashed that wicked grin when she looked at my crotch and saw it. "Oh, can't hold it either? We're so bad, grown adults who can't hold it, peeing...peeing," she stopped in midsentence and it was clear that she had just started doing what she was saying. "Ahhh, can't hold it, can't hold it! Ohh, so warm, so wet." She went in her pants for around five seconds, expanding her wet spot to her knees, the denim glistening with her relief, shining with the pee she just couldn't help but let out into her clothes. She had started panting by this point, clearly aroused and desperate to continue the relief that had already begun to spurt into her jeans. "I think this is it, babe. I just need it so badly. I need to go, and I just wanna give in and do it. Would you like that?" "Of course!" I was so aroused now as well, still holding back my own ocean of pee. "Just go ahead, let it all out. Just soak yourself and enjoy it." "Ohhh...yes, I want to. I need to! ....I'm going to." She pretended to act shy, smiling and lowering her head, both of us staring at her crotch, waiting for the flood to be released. It didn't take very long, either. Within just a few seconds, I heard it. Hissssssss, hissssss. "Ahhhhhhh," she moaned, letting herself relax, giving up, letting the relief just overtake her and flow out into her pants and panties. Her wet spot immediately expanded, flooding down her legs, her warmth just rushing out at this point. She quickly became soaked all the way down her legs as the pee just kept coming, flowing into the shoes that she had never bothered to take off. Her pants became saturated, unable to hold any more pee, and it just started to run off of her, splattering onto the floor and creating a huge puddle. The pee overflowed her shoes as well, adding to the puddle expanding all around her. She turned away, showing me her butt as she kept soaking herself. Her entire backside was soaked, glistening, gleaming with wetness. Helpless sounds of relief were escaping her lips, moans and whimpers that she just couldn't hold back. I couldn't contain myself either, as I stepped into her puddle, grabbing her butt and feeling how warm, how wet she was. I ran my hands down her legs, reveling in her "accident". She turned around, showing such an orgasmic look of relief on her face. The only sounds in the room were her noises, her pants and moans and whines, and the pee flooding off of her, splattering onto the floor. My body couldn't hold back anymore. The urge built up and then released as I gave up my own control. Warm, wet relief flooded into my pants as I gave in and soaked myself with her, adding to the lake of pee that she had already made. As I have into my own urge and started to experience such sweet relief, she finished, the final drops of pee dripping off of her butt and her legs. She was soaked to the skin, her bottom half glistening with wetness. And judging by her face, she was so desperate for another release now, another feeling that she needed so badly. We embraced, my warmth joining with hers as I continued to soak myself, and we kissed passionately, both of us needing it so badly. We gave in and let our desires take control, and as my bladder finally emptied, completing the ocean we had just created, our arousal so intense, our clothes came off and our love intensified even more. From there...well, I'll let you think of what happened next ;-) __________________________________________________________________________________ Finished! I hope it's an okay story. Sorry if it was kinda long, but I tried my best :-) Hopefully I'll be able to post here more often now. Hope you enjoyed it!
Fandom: Doctor WhoCharacters: Clara Oswald and the Twelfth DoctorSummary: Clara discovers the Doctor’s extremely taboo fetish and thinks it’s hot.Rating: M This was originally two fics. I combined them into one for ease of posting. Content: Desperation, wetting, self wetting, piss play and voyeurism.Alternate link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11795847/1/Clara-Discovers-the-Doctor-s-Fetish Don’t like? Don’t read. XXX Clara’s first suspicion occurred as a freak rainstorm soaked her and the Doctor. As she stood there, dripping from the rain, she noticed the Doctor’s white buttoned down shirt, waistcoat, navy blue crombie jacket and matching slacks looked completely dry. His gray hair was dark and wet, the curls slicked down against the back of his neck as if he just had a shower. He noticed her glare. He smirked and a mischievous twinkle gleamed in his pale blue eyes. “Gallifreyan weave. Keeps the wet out or in. Handy for situations like this. Also handy if you never want your enemies to see you sweat.” Clara narrowed her brown eyes and pointedly squeezed out her sodden brown hair. Her wet dark brown slacks clung to her legs and the purple blouse she wore under her black windbreaker didn’t fare much better. Thank goodness this planet had a warm climate or she might be miserably chilled. How silly a petite person like her might look, shivering and drenched. “You could’ve warned me about the sudden downpours,” Clara complained. “Oh, rainforest isn’t enough of a warning?” The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets. After a minute he sighed and his shoulders relaxed. “Honestly, Clara,” His voice had an odd note in it she didn’t know what to make of, “Being wet never killed anyone…unless they got wet in freezing temperatures, that is. But only pudding brain idiots do that.” She huffed playfully back as the Doctor gave a little shake of his shoulders and walked away. The dry ground beneath the tree they took cover under was wet. Wetter than normal rain runoff. Clara tried to shake the thought off. The Doctor was an alien who could hold his wee for who knew how long. She rarely saw him use the loo - actually she only saw him go to it at her flat. Thinking about needing the loo had her realizing she needed to go. No point in taking her blue lace knickers down since she was already soaked. She sat on a wet log and contentedly pissed through her knickers and slacks. Not because she had to go badly. She just wanted to and it wouldn’t be noticed anyway with her clothes already wet. Her wee hissed loudly, tickling her clit. She pretended to pick at her fingernails. The Doctor glanced at her and walked away to examine the sky. “More rain is headed towards us,” He said. Clara pushed her bum against the log to wring the excess wee off and stood. “I’m going back into the TARDIS. I’m already wet enough.” She smirked as she walked past him, wondering if he smelled what she did. The blue British police box was so familiar to her that it never looked out of place or odd to her no matter the setting. Clara stepped through the creaky door. As she closed it she saw the Doctor sit on the log she just used. Now she really began to wonder. XXX Clara found the TARDIS already in her living room when she arrived home from work. She bypassed the blue box to use her loo down the hall. She pulled her black tights down, pissed on the toilet through her gray cotton knickers and moaned in relief. Then she pulled her tights back up and rearranged her skirt so the wetness stayed close to her pussy. Just as casual as could be. “Doctor?” She entered the TARDIS. “Under the hood!” The Doctor called back from the floor below the main console. “What'cha doing down there?” Clara called. He didn’t like her venturing down there and she respectfully stayed on the main console floor. The Doctor jingled some tools. “She made a bit of a noise when I landed her.” “The TARDIS always makes a noise when you land,” She pointed out. “Yes, but this was a different noise.” “Hm.” Clara grabbed one of the monitors and twiddled a few buttons. The cameras below zeroed in on the Doctor. Now she could see him. She had a split screen - one on his face and another on his whole body. The Doctor had on his space hobo outfit. Two T-shirts under a dark green hoodie and dark gray tartan trousers. He’d taken his hoodie and crombie off to better get underneath the control panel. He was laying on his back, his big bushy eyebrows frowning at something out of Clara’s sight on the monitor. Clara watched the Doctor’s legs wriggle and bounce. The outline of his cock was obvious through his trousers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He kept bumping his knees together and his face had its usual severeness of intense focus. “So what do you think is wrong?” asked Clara. “Could be a fluid leak hitting a motherboard. Should be fine once I replace a few components.” “Ooh, I’ll let you concentrate then. I’ve got some papers to grade anyway, so let’s both work.” “Ah, thank you.” Clara got the papers out with no intent to actually work on them. They were already finished. She pulled her iPod out too and popped the earbuds into her ears. She had no intention of turning them on. “I’m listening to my music, so give a shout if you need my attention.” “Of course.” The Doctor bounced his legs faster. He worked one handed now, the other firmly gripping his crotch. Clara enjoyed the view of his thighs flexing. He let go of his crotch to solder something and a small wet patch appeared near his fly. Oh, so these were regular trousers, eh? The Doctor’s leg bouncing sped up. He suddenly closed his legs and straightened them as he unzipped his fly. He let his big uncut cock hang out. The puckered opening in his foreskin glistened with wee droplets. The Doctor resumed jiggling his legs without bending them. Oh, the things that man did when he thought nobody was watching. Clara licked her lips. He grimaced and dribbled more wee onto his trousers, darkening them from the outside. A shift in position flipped his cock onto his stomach where he spurted again. He pushed it to point towards his feet and soldered two wires. Wee kept escaping one drop at a time, turning slowly into a thin, weak stream. Clara saw the Doctor bite his bottom lip. His forehead wrinkled as if it hurt. Then he relaxed with a sigh and the weak stream became a huge fountain from his semi erect cock to soak his trousers. His foreskin gave his stream a very focused spray. He pissed like a racehorse like that for ten seconds before stuffing his wetting cock back into his trousers and zipping up. He casually kept weeing in the left leg of them as he soldered something to a motherboard and attached it somewhere out of sight of the monitor. The dark stain grew until most of his left leg glistened. He looked totally casual like it was perfectly normal to wet his trousers while working. The puddle beneath the Doctor drained down a grating on the slanted floor. But first it hit the back of his shirt since he lay in the drain’s path. Now the Doctor wasn’t working anymore. He lay there, eyes closed, enjoying the relief of his long wee. He gave a sexy post piss shudder of his shoulders and that was when she knew his bladder was empty. Clara watched him dip his hand into his puddle and rub himself through his glistening tartan trousers. Her hand wandered under her skirt to fondle her damp crotch through her wet tights and knickers. It didn’t take her long. She held her moan when she came. He didn’t because he thought she was listening to her music. His voice was low and sexy and he bore his teeth as he added cum to his piss. The Doctor splashed more of his wee on himself as he slid out from under the TARDIS engine panel he was working on. The splatter pattern on his clothes turned random, covering what he’d done. Clara switched off the monitors and bent over her papers as the Doctor bounded up the steps. She’d orgasmed with a full bladder and it protested her ignoring it by giving her urgent signals to relieve it. She crossed her legs and ignored it. Clara took her earbuds out and gaped at the Doctor’s state, feigning surprise. “Blimey, what happened to you?” “Chemical spill,” said the Doctor. He was still flushed and husky voiced from his recent orgasm. She liked how his Scottish accent sounded thicker. She jiggled her legs and noticed his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than normal. “Is the TARDIS fixed now?” He nodded. “Mmhmm. I’m going to wash up and then we’ll see how she sings.” She grinned and pretended to mark the last paper. “Take us to an alien beach if it’s fixed, okay?” “Whatever, beach it is!” The Doctor called back as he squelched down the TARDIS hallway. His shirt was soaked halfway up the back and his trousers dripped a trail. Now Clara began to suspect why the Doctor took so long to use the loo in her place. Maybe he put on a similar show and she wanted to see it. The question was how. The Doctor reappeared in his usual business casual outfit. The TARDIS sounded perfect when he cranked the main lever. He showed her a beach with sand made of mineral particles. A beautiful, sparkling place with a pale purplish sky. They walked around for hours and he pointed out several interesting rock formations and seashells. The waves reminded Clara of her urgent bladder again. She pretended to jiggle because of the chilly breeze, which made her need to wee stronger still. Clara hatched a plan while they were there. Okay, two plans. One was immediate. The other was something naughty, something dirty. She accidentally on purpose wandered a little too close to the water. A wave washed up, wetting her to her knees. “Oh!” Clara squeaked as the shocking coldness wrenched her bladder control away. A hot spurt escaped while she stood there, knock kneed and trembling. “Clara!” The Doctor raced over, pulling her away from the water’s reach. She clung to his coat. “Wait! Wait, I’m - ” Her muscles failed and a hot stream of wee poured into the gusset of her knickers. Warmth spread out and trickled down to darken her tights above where the water wet her and pooled in the sand at her feet. “I…the water startled me,” Clara sputtered. “Oh. Clara.” The Doctor awkwardly hugged her to himself as if concealing her not-really-an-accident from the world. “There, there, accidents happen.” Her breath caught, “You’re not upset?” “Tch, why? It’s just wee.” She relaxed fully and let her wee spray full blast while he held her. Closing her legs tightly narrowed her pisshole and made it burble and hiss loudly. She felt the Doctor’s two hearts hammering in his chest and listened to his breathing deepen. Suddenly, she realized his his trousers felt warmer against her stomach. The tip of his cock was right against her left hip. Still no underpants. “You’re going to get cold.” The Doctor murmured. His voice had that odd note in it she heard in the rainforest. Now she knew it meant he was having a wee. Clara pretended not to notice. She sighed as her bladder finished emptying and hugged him a little tighter against herself. She shifted to the right, which pushed his cock up towards his waistband. She relished the vibration of his stream hitting the fabric of his trousers. No wetness came through the material at all. He could piss in these trousers totally undetected. Well, aside from the puddles forming at his feet where the piss ran down inside the fabric to soak his socks and shoes. He went and went for what seemed like ages. There was that sexy post piss shudder. She loved that, like a sleepy bear shaking off after hibernation. He kissed the top of her head. “Do you want to leave?” “Yeah. It’s a bit chilly. Take me home?” Clara asked as her hardened nipples poked through her shirt. She stepped back to let the Doctor get a glimpse of that before plodding towards the TARDIS. Did she imagine him spreading his coat to flash the tent in his trousers before buttoning it to cover up? She politely took off her sandy tights and shoes before going into the TARDIS. As an afterthought, she removed her pissy knickers too. He stole many glances at her. Sometimes she ‘caught’ him and smiled sheepishly. He just smiled his shy smile back and pressed a few keys. The TARDIS whirred to life and off they went. The Doctor dropped Clara off at home. She kept the thick towel he draped around her like a blanket and casually scooped up her damp piss-scented tights and shoes. She 'forgot’ her wet knickers. The TARDIS had hardly dematerialized before she dumped her dirty clothes and raced into her kitchen. She rummaged for her toolbox and extension cord for her power drill. Her bathroom wall had a busy floral print pattern. Nobody was going to notice a hole from inside. Outside was another story. The Doctor was annoyingly observant. Clara knelt and drilled half a meter to the left of the door, putting the hole above a bookshelf. She concealed it behind a decorative vase. He wasn’t going to see that unless he went snooping. Clara peeped into the hole. She had a complete view of her toilet and shower from just under the bathroom mirror. Perfect. Now she could call up the Doctor and invite him for dinner. XXX She noticed his leg bouncing as they had dinner together at her kitchen table. Steaks with plenty of wine and tea. Always the gentleman, he washed the dishes when they were done. His leg bounced the whole time as if he beat out the rhythm to music stuck in his head. And damn his legs looked good in those fitted piss hiding trousers. “Oh, by the way,” The Doctor produced Clara’s wadded up knickers from his pocket, “You dropped these yesterday.” They were dry with a distinct crusted cumstain in the gusset. “Oh! Sorry. Thank you.” Clara swiped her undergarments from him and hurried to toss them in her dirty clothes hamper. “I can finish that,” She said when she returned to the kitchen. The Doctor shifted his weight foot to foot. “No, you cooked. It’s only polite that I clean.” “But you look like you need the loo.” His thighs flexed as if expressing his frustration. “I’m almost done, Clara.” He finished rinsing the last dish and set it aside in the drying rack. He didn’t bother drying his hands before making a beeline down the hall. Clara waited to hear the door close before tip-toeing to her hidden peephole. She saw the Doctor stripping to his red silk question mark boxer briefs and step into her shower. The outline of his long cock pointed to his left hip until he adjusted it closer to the waistband and released a torrent of piss. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he watched himself in the mirror above the peephole he didn’t know Clara was looking through. A glistening wet stain spread across the red fabric and poured rivulets down both his legs. His stream gained strength until it gushed straight through his boxers with a loud hiss. “Ohh,” The Doctor moaned. He cupped his hand in the stream and began rubbing himself. He pulled the waistband of his boxers away to expose his uncut cock. He let the jet of wee soak his chest before covering up and holding himself through his boxers as if weeing normally in the loo. He watched himself in the mirror the whole time, his face flushed with excitement. A shudder ran through him as his wee stopped flowing. Clara had never seen anything so hot in her life. The Doctor made it better by wanking through his wet boxers until cum joined his piss stain. He stood there a minute with his eyes closed to savor his wet messiness. Then he casually got dressed again. Not a single hint of wetness showed through his clothes. She was right. He had a piss fetish. Clara hurried into the kitchen when the Doctor slid his shoes and socks on. She heard him flush the toilet and wash his hands. The door swung open and he strode back into the kitchen. Now she knew why he took so long in the loo. It was hard for Clara to look the Doctor in the eye now that she knew he wore wee stained boxers under his trousers. The vague smell of piss hung around him. Very faintly, easily passed off as something he stepped in outside. “Thank you for dinner,” said the Doctor. She barely hid her smile as she faced him. “See you tomorrow?” “Mmhmm. Mind if we do dinner again?” He lingered near her, almost as if he wanted her to notice the smell on him. Then he backed away, taking a swinging step towards the TARDIS. He was smirking. “Can’t wait,” Clara grinned. Her own need for the loo was reaching a point to where she couldn’t stand perfectly still. She ran into her bathroom as soon as the TARDIS disappeared. He hadn’t washed his piss out of the shower. There was a big puddle that didn’t wick down the drain. She flipped the back of her flowy blue skirt up and sat down in it, letting it soak into her pink cotton knickers. The wee was cold, but she didn’t care as she shoved two fingers down her knickers and fingered herself to the mental image of the Doctor soaking his silk boxers. It didn’t take her long to reach a jaw clenching orgasm. She relaxed against the wall with her legs straight out in front of her and enjoyed a lengthy hissing wee that warmed her knickers and bottom. Tomorrow, she was going to let the Doctor know she was onto him. XXX The Doctor arrived just before dinnertime the very next day. His eyes went immediately to the towel on the floor in front of the couch. The same towel he gave her after she wet herself during their beach excursion. “I spilled some tea there,” said Clara when she noticed him looking. She went on, “Do you mind if we stay in after dinner? I had a long day. The kids were rough and I’m exhausted.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter. Dinner was meatloaf seasoned with spices. They drank several cups of tea. The Doctor’s leg was bouncing at the table again. He kept stopping himself and didn’t fidget while washing the dishes. As he dried the them he suggested they watch a movie. Clara found a stupid B-movie about giant iguanas. She figured the Doctor wouldn’t like anything too realistic and she noticed he didn’t go to the loo despite his obvious urgency. They sat on the couch together. The Doctor predictably sat with his feet on the towel. He let his legs flop apart in a typical man-spread. Clara playfully shoved his knee aside to sit next to him. She kept one eye on the movie and the corner of her eye on the Doctor. He’d pulled a flap of his coat across his lap to hide that he was holding himself. She pretended not to notice him suddenly press his knees together and let them flop apart again. He did it three different times. Clara heard the splats of piss hitting silk. The Doctor bit his lip as he spurted, each one audible. He adjusted himself to point up towards his waistband and sat up straighter with his knees together Finally he lost control and the splats became a steady gurgling hiss. He sighed through his nose. His shoulders relaxed and he sat back again. Clara had a hard time pretending to be interested in the movie when she knew he was wetting his trousers like that right beside her. “This movie is so…what is that human word you use? Cheesy.” The Doctor said when he reached full stream. He crossed his right ankle over his left knee and continued weeing like it was the most normal thing in the universe. “It’s cheaply made.” Clara snorted, sparing a glance at his foot where a rivulet of yellow fluid ran out the back of his left trouser leg and soaked into the towel. “I can see the strings holding up their tails,” said the Doctor. He sighed again, content. He was still going, his bladder must have been quite full. Clara’s whole body trembled with excitement because he had no idea she knew what was going on. She grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and covered herself up to the neck with it. The blanket hid her flipping her skirt out from under her bottom. She playfully threw the edge of it over him too. He stopped weeing - whether he was empty or saving some was anyone’s guess - and covered himself up to his neck too. Clara reached into her knickers and slowly rubbed her aching clit. She heard the squelching of the Doctor fondling himself. His movements jiggled the couch ever so slightly. He tensed, bit his lip and exhaled heavily. She came shortly after he did, turning her head to avoid him seeing her face. Clara tried to hold her piss in after her orgasm. She kept one hand tight against her crotch. The movie was two thirds of the way through when she gave up and let some hot wee pour out into her cotton boxer briefs knickers. The black felt couch cushion got warm as it soaked it up. “I think I see the strings now,” She said contentedly. The wee tickled her sensitive clit as it flowed messily through the gusset of her knickers. Bloody hell, it was hot to be totally wetting herself without him knowing. No wonder he got off on it so hard. “Yeah?” Clara cut her stream off even though it hurt to do so. She was still bursting when she flung the blanket off them and swung herself over to straddle the Doctor’s lap. “I know what you just did. I know what you’ve been doing,” Clara whispered in his ear. The Doctor’s cock twitched beneath her. His eyes got huge and his face suddenly took on that Doctor like smirk he got when he uncovered someone’s plan. He moved his bushy eyebrows up and down. “The engine cameras light up when they’re activated. And I know about the hole in the bathroom wall, so I put on a show both times. Clara, Clara, Clara, the odor of your wee and your pheromones are as obvious to me as perfume. Do you think I couldn’t smell you having a wee right here with me and getting horny from it?” “Do you think I couldn’t hear you doing it?” Clara countered him. She realized she heard that gurgly hiss off and on throughout their adventures, yet never attributed it to what it was until recently. “I expected you to catch on.” He grinned, licking his lips. “I only use the loo to poo. I have long underpants I can wear under the tartan trousers when don’t want the wee to show.” Clara inched her face closer to his. “That takes discrete to a whole new level.” The Doctor leaned forward. “Yes, it does.” They kissed. First with lips, then deepening to tongues. Clara emptied the rest of her bladder into her knickers while astride his lap. A long, loud stream that poured onto his trousers and ran off around his hips onto the couch. She loved how he moaned into her mouth and slid a hand down the back of her knickers. His gracefully long fingers easily reached her gushing piss hole. He moved his fingers through her stream, teasing her. She stopped weeing and undid his fly to grab him through his wet silk boxers. He moaned again as she tugged it free and shoved the tip up the leg of her boxer briefs knickers. “Clara,” groaned the Doctor. “Go in my knickers,” gasped Clara, “Please.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” She felt him relax and his powerful piss stream jetted against her engorged vulva. He pissed like a fire hose and she relished the hiss as it forced its way through his puckered foreskin. She was so turned on she came again, moaning into his mouth. His wee stream shrank and died to a dribble before stopping completely. Now he gave that little shudder that she loved so much. Clara rewarded him by humping his hard shaft with her wet knickers until white globs of cum dotted his black holey jumper. He cried out as he came like he cried out while working on the TARDIS engine the other day. They sagged against each other, soaked and smelling of piss. Clara slid her knickers off because they annoyed her now. The Doctor recovered quicker than she imagined possible, and they fucked right there on her wet couch. Their simultaneous orgasm was more intense than the ones they experienced before. Clara enjoyed a relaxing wee on the Doctor’s softening cock as they relaxed in the afterglow. He kissed her deeply while she did it. From that moment on they shared a fetish that brought them great and naughty pleasure. XXX The Doctor gave Clara several articles of Gallifreyan clothing made of the same material as his trousers. They felt like regular leggings, skirts and slacks. The insides got wet feeling while being pissed in, but kept the wetness from soaking through outside. The wetness that usually showed outside ran out of the bottoms instead, leaving puddles on the floor. This barrier worked both ways. She spilled tea on the leggings once and only felt the warmth while the tea ran off the material without staining. What amazing design. Clara stopped using the loo for anything besides having a poo or changing her tampons. She became talented at standing in the grass, on grating or near a curb so nobody saw the wee pooling at her feet. She kept a towel on the floor under her desk and enjoyed wetting during class. It was naughty, knowing she could wee any time she wanted without anyone knowing, but she pitied her students when they showed obvious distress. She always granted them restroom access when they asked. Traveling with the Doctor in the TARDIS became a lot more fun with their fetish out in the open. Clara loved embracing the Doctor from behind and listening to his long, hissing wees as much as he enjoyed hearing hers. Sometimes she stuck her hands into his trousers to feel the stream spray through his boxers and sometimes she asked to watch him piss all over himself. He liked to rub her through her knickers while she pissed torrents all over his hand. He also loved it when she pulled her knickers aside and emptied her bladder on his chest. He greatly enjoyed watching her squirm until she lost control and she rewarded him with a show every time. His displays of desperation were a joy to watch too. She loved watching him wet his tartan trousers. Once, he took her out into deep space and shut off the gravity. She watched him hold himself as he floated in the console room. He wore his tartan trousers and the first spurts showed immediately. His wee soaked through and clung to his clothes instead of wicking off. The blobs of wee grew around his shiny crotch as he pissed and only tapping his leg or wiping with his hand sent them flying freely as little spheres of amber. He left hilarious little trails of floating wee when he kicked off a railing and zoomed across the room while wetting full blast. Clara decided to give it a shot and emptied herself under her skirt. She felt the wee gush out and immediately cling to her body. Like doing it in a swimming pool or bathtub, except she had the delicious sensation of feeling it spray out of her body. She lifted up her skirt to show him the huge blob of piss clinging to her legs right before she slapped them together to send little globules drifting away. She found herself envying how he could take his cock out and piss spirals, zig zags and rings. All she managed was a messy jet. They floated together, watching their piss combine near the ceiling. The Doctor led her back to the floor and switched the gravity back on. All that piss rained down to soak them and everything else. They fucked on the floor in the midst of their mess. Clara wasn’t a bedwetter, but she discovered the Doctor was. He liked to sleep nude because of it. She convinced him to sleep in her bed because she wanted to see it happen. What a marvel it was to watch his cock dribble and gush on his stomach or leg or the mattress while he slept, unaware. She liked to aim him at her and let his wee wet her pajamas. He never went to the loo when he woke up, choosing instead to piss in whatever position he happened to be lying in. There was a morning where he lay on his back and let his wee become a fountain that sprayed the pillows and their hair. Clara watched him do that the first time and immediately spread her legs to release a torrent at his feet. Why waste a good wee? They looked at each other and grinned. Sometimes he wore his silk boxers to bed. Clara loved the gurgling hiss of his strong wee flow. She often rubbed him through his boxers while he pissed himself in his sleep. She repaid him by letting him watch her wee her knickers on the mattress. Her morning wee always hissed the loudest and smelled the strongest. He took much enjoyment in rubbing her through her knickers while she pissed in them. There was one delicious morning where he rolled over on top of her and tucked his cock down the front of her pajama bottoms. She woke up to him gazing lovingly into her eyes. Then he pissed long and hard on her clit until she came. He pulled her pajama bottoms down to lick her clean. He made her cum so hard a second time. She got him back by weeing all over his hard cock and sucking it until he moaned her name. They wore their piss hiding clothing while out in public. When alone, they wore things that showed it, and casually pissed themselves whenever they wanted. The Doctor liked to wait until he couldn’t hold it anymore and lost control. Clara enjoyed weeing whenever it suited her. Sometimes he flopped his cock out and pissed on his clothes or let it dangle to wet the couch. She had fun sitting in his lap and weeing on it like a loo. And so the Doctor and Clara continued their adventures in space and time, only now they vaguely smelled like piss and cum. Their clothes were always wet or piss stained, and they loved it that way. XXX Weeing their clothing wasn’t always sexual for Clara and the Doctor. Sometimes it was a simple convenience to not stop in the loo. Clara enjoyed coming home, dropping her bag and wandering into the kitchen without having to go right to the toilet. She often pissed in her Gallifreyan slacks, leggings or skirts while reading her bills for the enjoyment of wetting garments that didn’t show it on the outside. Another time, Clara walked into the TARDIS that had become a familiar sight in her living room. The Doctor was working under the engine again, except now he permitted her to venture down there with him. She saw his velvet coat draped over a railing, leaving him just in his navy blue trousers, waistcoat and crisp white shirt with the unbuttoned sleeves rolled up. “The TARDIS making the noise again?” “No, this time there was banging. I know exactly what it is, it’s the fixing that’s taking up time. It’s the…” The Doctor dissolved into a bunch of technobabble Clara couldn’t keep up with if she tried. He twisted to lay on his side and she heard the familiar gurgle hiss of his wee stream hitting the inside of his Gallifreyan piss hiding trousers. He pissed and pissed without missing a beat with his tools. Clara greatly enjoyed pairing the leggings with knee or thigh high boots. The Doctor sprayed the insides of her boots with something that kept the wee from damaging them. It came in handy when she woke up one morning late for school and only had time to dress, brush her teeth and apply makeup before flying out the door. She clutched the pole in the train she almost missed and forgot for a short time that her clothing wasn’t going to show wetness. There were people all around. She closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling the hot piss soak her crotch and pour down inside her leggings into her boots. She kept her legs slightly apart to minimize the hissing. That was a big gusher. Nobody around her had a clue. At school, cleanup was as simple as dumping the piss out of her boots in the ladies restroom. The Doctor liked to read a lot. There wasn’t a single time where Clara didn’t hear him piss a hard, long stream into his trousers without looking up from his book. And she never forgot the time she saw piss pouring out of his trouser legs as he strummed his electric guitar. She caught that on video on her phone and masturbated to it frequently. XXX “'Ello, Doctor, I’m-” Clara paused in her doorway after a long day of noisy kids. The Doctor had fallen asleep on her couch. He sat upright with his arms crossed and chin on his chest, snoring faintly. Sometimes he traveled so long he forgot to sleep. There were predictable small puddles by his feet from wee dribbling out as he slept. That was hot - seeing him dressed in his fancy velvet jacket with piss by his feet. Clara ran a hand over his gray hair and walked into the kitchen to make tea. He woke up at her setting their teacups on the coffee table. “How long have you been home?” “A few minutes,” Clara said. The Doctor stretched and straightened his right leg. Piss dribbled then poured out of his trouser leg as he relieved himself where he sat. Clara enjoyed the sight and sound. He smiled sleepily at her, adjusted himself towards his waistband and pushed to make his wee spray in a loud hiss. A small gesture that turned it from convenience to sexy in a flash. Clara squeezed her legs together and watched him rub his bulge. “You’re mine after tea,” She said pointedly. He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and accepted the teacup she handed to him. “I want to save up a big wee just for you.” “Make sure you wear those silk boxers and tartan trousers when you wet.” Clara’s pulse jumped at the notion of seeing the Doctor desperate. “So you can see me get wet?” Her pussy got wet thinking about it. “Mmhmm.” XXX And the next day she had a hard time keeping her mind on work. Her phone vibrated for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. She checked it to find a dozen more text messages from the Doctor. All of them asking her if he could wee yet. He was asking in jest as a pointed reminder of their game. She replied back that he had to wait until she was off work. He sent her a ten second video of his leg bouncing as he stood by the TARDIS console. She knew by the speed and amount of bounce that his situation wasn’t dire yet. That day, Clara wore her favorite emerald green satin knickers under gray Gallfreyan slacks that went with her tight black top and floral embroidered cardigan. Strappy black stiletto heels gave her outfit its finishing pop. She sat quietly at her desk while her students bent over a lengthy essay test. A glance at the clock let her know the time was up. “Pencils down and pass your tests forward,” said Clara. She stood to ensure nobody tried to scribble last minute answers and allowed her nearly full bladder a small spurt in her knickers. Wet satin felt wonderful against her clit. Papers rattled and a few students giggled while passing their tests forward. She collected them into a neat pile and tried not to fidget too much. Class ended five minutes later, turning the quiet classroom into scraping chairs, footsteps and scraps of conversation. Finally, lunch break! Clara reclaimed her desk chair and used the stiletto heels of her pointy black shoes to drag the towel under her desk closer. She relaxed her muscles enjoyed a long, hard, hissing wee. Her knickers got warm and wet and rivulets licked her thighs. The slacks showed nothing; the only evidence was the streams of fluid running off her ankles onto the towel. Nobody could see her feet unless they walked behind her desk - for that she was grateful. She lifted her feet slightly and tilted them up so her piss ran off the tips of her heels. Clara texted the Doctor again to tell him she was weeing and he better not wee too. He sent back a sad emoticon. She sent him a video of her piss streaming off her stiletto heels and reminded him again that he better not wee in his trousers without her. She finished her wee and wiped her shoes on the towel. A tiny spritz of perfume erased the scent evidence of her naughty deed. Then she got up to go into the teacher’s lounge for lunch. XXX Clara walked into her flat three hours later. She let the Doctor know she was on her way home. There was the TARDIS in her living room and there was the Doctor sitting at the kitchen table with an empty lemonade jug nearby. Good, he drank it all. He clutched himself through his tartan trousers and bounced both legs alternately. Large, fast bounces meant a very dire need indeed. Clara’s pussy got wet at the sight of his graceful long fingers clutching at his cock like that. “How was school?” The Doctor asked in a strained voice. “Fine.” She kissed him and took a little pity in the way concentration drew his bushy eyebrows together. Her hand slid across his chest and downward to touch the one holding his cock. The Doctor’s semi-hard cock was almost retracted into his pelvis from the effort he put forth into not wetting himself. Just above it, the bulge of his very full bladder. There was a dark wet streak near his left hip where he lost a spurt. He started bumping his knees together, his breath coming in short gasps like someone drowning. Clara licked her lips at the sight of the Doctor so helpless and desperate. “How badly do you have to go?” She asked. “It’s all I can think of. You were gone nine hours. I’ve been doing timey wimey things for seventy-two and I didn’t wee once.” The Doctor gasped and bore his teeth. Another tiny dark stain appeared by his hip. His knees scissored faster and the hand on his cock tightened into a vice grip. He pushed his cock to point upward at his waistband without loosening his hold on it. Clara smirked at him. “Take your hand off yourself.” He did what she said. She heard a faint splat. Another wet spot formed by his fly. “I’m…leaking!” The Doctor gasped for air between each word. His thigh muscles tightened and he pressed his knees together again. The wet spot grew from the wee dribbling slowly down his shaft. He suddenly jumped to his feet and hobbled towards the kitchen counter. He could not stand up straight without leaking. He looked pleadingly at her through blue eyes glazed in a mix of fear, arousal and sheer desperation. Clara placed her hand on his damp package. She rubbed his balls through his trousers. The Doctor took her other hand and tightly clutched it. His grip tightened when he fought another spasm resulting in a loud spurt. He tensed every muscle he had to stop it again. His lips pressed into a firm line and she knew his bladder was at capacity. Another spurt gurgled into his trousers. The stain by his fly widened. A shiny dribble ran along a fold of material above his groin to shoot down his leg. He patted both hands on the counter behind him and marched in place. His bum flexed with effort. Clara watched another dribble run down his leg. He was spurting uncontrollably. The Doctor, a man of perpetual control, was losing control. He gave a small gasp and doubled forward again. His face muscles were in on it now. He grimaced, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The Doctor gulped air into his lungs. He jerked himself up to stand straight with a faint whimper. Piss suddenly exploded out of him with the loudest gurgling hiss Clara ever heard. The crotch of his trousers was instantly dark and shiny, the wetness rapidly spreading upward towards the waistband and downward to encapsulate both legs. She heard the hissing weaken as he tried in vain to stop himself. “Oh…oh Clara, I can’t stop it. I can’t…oh, Clara!” The Doctor pressed his legs together once more and gave up. He moved his legs slightly apart in a typical guy piss position and relaxed completely. The hissing got louder as he stopped trying to hold it back. He threw his head back, mouth open and groaning as if in the throes of orgasm. Three days worth of piss poured out of his trouser legs onto his socks, shoes and created a fast growing lake on the linoleum floor. He went so much his trousers became uniformly wet and he was still going. Clara’s feet splashed into the growing puddle. She wrapped her arms around the Doctor’s neck and gazed lovingly into his eyes while his wee continued to hiss into his trousers. She smiled at his blissful expression and pulled his face close to french him. They began to make out and grind against each other. The Doctor’s stream lost its force as his cock hardened. He shoved a hand greedily into the front of her slacks and she rewarded him by wetting through her knickers on his fingers. He flicked his finger through it in circular motions, playing with her clit. The hot wee streamed down her legs to join his. Clara stopped him before she came and pulled the slacks, cardigan and shirt off, leaving her only in her pissy knickers and heels. The Doctor was still weeing slowly now because of his erection. Clara pulled the gusset of her panties aside The Doctor took his dribbling cock out of his trousers and laid her in his lake of piss as he guided himself into her pussy. They fucked frantically like starving animals that finally found food. Their motions splashed his piss everywhere. Clara could not contain herself when she felt his piss soaked clothes on her skin. She came explosively and noisily. His orgasm was equally loud and intense. She slipped off his cock when it stopped throbbing and they snogged some more. He stuck his cock back inside his trousers started weeing full force again when it softened. “Clara, I’m still having an accident,” said the Doctor with a teasing gleam in his eyes. “You sure are,” Clara retorted, nibbling his bottom lip. She loved that hiss and the warmth of his piss pouring through his soaked trousers onto her. She grabbed his bum and cupped her other hand under the trickle dripping off his fly. He pushed to make it hiss louder and dribble harder. “Mmh…feels so good…” She kissed him until he did his little shiver that indicated he was empty. Their combined piss filled the kitchen with a most erotic odor. “Stay the night?” Clara asked. The Doctor nodded with a smile. He nuzzled his mouth across her ear. “I’ll wee the bed.” “I know.” XXX Holding for so long tired the Doctor’s bladder out. Clara noticed he couldn’t hold anything for long and pissed uncontrollably whenever the urge was strong enough. He wet and re-wet his trousers twice during dinner and once as he washed the dishes. He assured her this was normal after a marathon hold and that it took him twenty four hours to recover. Watching him casually wee himself while talking to her and washing dishes was extremely sexy. His soaked trousers clung to his legs like a shiny second skin. Clara continued enjoying his repeated accidents when they watched some TV. He flopped his cock out of his trousers and pissed on the cushion any time his bladder spasmed. Clara found his wee arcs impressive. He shot one halfway across the room! Once or twice he aimed at her when she wasn’t looking and squirted her. She saved her wee until she was squirming and suddenly stood over him. She pissed on his face through her knickers. He jacked off until his cock got hard and they fucked on the pissy wet couch. They showered together to wash the piss off their skin. Just before, they stood body to body and snogged as they let their wee flow onto their feet. The Doctor stayed nude when they retired to bed. He didn’t use the loo despite being urgently in need of it again. Clara put on a fresh pair of purple satin knickers and pulled the blankets up over them as she turned off the light. She stroked the Doctor’s gray hair as he drifted off to sleep in her arms. He snored a few times and turned onto his side to face her, seeking her skin in the depths of slumber. She felt a warm dribble on her thigh. He always pissed spurts in his sleep because he didn’t push it out while sleeping like he pushed when awake. Clara relished the little bursts of wet warmth. The Doctor wet the bed until he was empty. He still did his post piss shiver and grunt in his sleep. She thought that was cute. She drifted off to sleep to the sound of his breathing. They woke up still facing each other in a wet bed smelling of cold piss. Clara rolled over to invite the Doctor to spoon with her. He slipped the tip of his cock into the back of her knickers and flooded them with fresh piss. His stream vibrated the satin gusset as it gurgled and gushed right through onto the mattress. She let go too and they sleepily pissed in her knickers together like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Good morning,” murmured the Doctor. “Morning,” Clara yawned, her stream gushing harder as she stretched her arms over her head. He tweaked her nipples and reached down to feel her soaked satin knickers. This served the double duty of fingering her swollen clit. She got turned on by feeling his cock getting hard. He slipped his hardening cock out of her knickers and let it rest against the wet gusset. He breathed heavily as he continued to finger her through the wet material and wasn’t long before she came with a sharp gasp. “Clara,” The Doctor groaned in her ear. She shivered at his Scottish burr flipping the 'r’ sound. He said her name again as if he worshiped her. His cock throbbed and semen joined the mess of pussy juice and piss. He was so turned on that he got off without being stroked. He finished his morning wee while kissing her behind the ear. Clara couldn’t think of a better way to start the day. THE END
A/N: A commission for Jeffery Mewtamer. Pudding loved the little challenges that Taruto would give her. After the fun they had had on his birthday, after he knew that she was okay with what he liked and also liked it herself, they had become a lot more open about it with each other and had begun to practice it a lot more frequently. He would give her challenges regarding what she should do when they were apart and she would follow through and report the results to him when they could be together again. One day when she was at school, she was following such a challenge. In one of her early classes, she began to feel the first light twinges letting her know that she had to pee, and she smiled to herself, knowing that the challenge was starting. She was only allowed to go to the bathroom if she was actually going to wet herself before she got home, but otherwise, she had to hold it. Of course, that was no big deal for her. She had done a lot of all-day holds for him before; she loved the way he reacted to seeing her desperate and wetting and had gotten quite good at dragging it out and holding it for as long as possible. That part of the day would be easy for her. By lunchtime, she was beginning to feel slightly desperate, to the point that her fullness was almost always on her mind. But rather than taking it slow like she normally would during a hold, she drank a lot more than usual. The second rule of her challenge was that she needed to stay well-hydrated. She made sure she had plenty to drink, knowing that soon enough it would add a lot of pressure to her already full bladder. The day wore on and the pressure grew, until she was in her second to last class of the day. She was so full that it was all she could do to not show everyone that she was positively bursting with desperation. Her concentration in her classes was completely shot and she tried to sit still, but it was nearly impossible. She was reaching her limit and knew that she would not last much longer. Suddenly, she felt a trickle escape her, just the smallest of leaks but enough to alert her to the fact that things were getting bad. If she waited much longer, she was afraid that she would lose control and so she raised her hand. It took a long time for her teacher to call on her and she squirmed in her seat a few times to try and relieve some of the pressure. “Yes, Pudding?” “May I please be excused?” she asked as politely as she could manage. “We're in the middle of an important lesson, Miss Huang. I think whatever it is can wait until after class,” her teacher replied. Of course, she knew it was a long shot. A lot of classmates had been abusing bathroom privileges to get out of class lately, but she had hoped that, since she was generally well-behaved, she wouldn't be punished for that. Now she had to wait and she wasn't sure if she could. Whimpering softly, she knew now that she had to try even harder to hide how desperate she was. Now she had the attention of her classmates, and they would be looking for any signs that her request was genuine. She bit the inside of her cheek, squeezing her thighs together and trying to sit still. Her bladder was begging her for release, but she had to maintain self-control in front of everyone. The class seemed to drag on for an eternity, and she was, for the first time in a long time, truly afraid that she would not make it. She knew that Taruto would not be mad at her for something that she couldn't control and would comfort her and perhaps even like thinking about it, but she still did not want to be put in that situation publicly. It was something for the two of them and it wasn't something she wanted to have to live down either way. Both the thought of her classmates teasing her and the thought of her classmates seeing her in a way that was supposed to just be for Taruto spurred on her determination and she grit her teeth and crossed her legs. She wasn't going to act desperate and she wasn't going to wet herself; she could make it until the end of class, and she would have a fun story to tell him when she got home. When she was finally let out of her class, her desperation had reached such a level that she ran for the bathroom, not caring how obvious an action that was. She would have to trade showing how desperate she was for actually wetting herself, and she didn't care if a few people saw her running a bit faster than she should have been so long as she made it on time. Finally, she reached the bathroom, and not a moment too soon. She was on the absolute verge of losing control and she locked herself in a stall, squatting and pulling up her skirt. As she reached for her panties, she remembered the last rule of the challenge she had been given for the day: she could not remove her panties for any reason. Which meant, of course, that she would have to pee through them. She had hoped she would make it until the end of the day and wouldn't have to worry about that part, but since that was not an option, now she wondered if she would go through with it or not. She was too close to her limit, and could not debate for long. She had been debating between the knowledge that Taruto wouldn't have to know and her conscious telling her she couldn't lie to him when she reached her limit. It was no longer her decision, and she began to wet her panties. Sighing in relief, she didn't fight the spurts of pee that escaped and instead relaxed to allow her bladder to empty the rest of the way. She had been fighting this for so long that it was nice to let go, and she knew that, in the end, she would be glad that she had not broken any of the rules in the challenge. It felt good to soak her panties like this and when she was at last done, she found that she couldn't wait to tell Taruto all about this. She stood up and dried herself as much as she could before heading to her next class, hoping that no one would be able to smell it on her and secretly very aroused knowing that she would be in soaked panties the whole time. ~X~ After her last class was done, she met up with Taruto to walk home from school. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she had something to tell him, and she told him the story of her day quietly while he listened with great interest. By the end of her story, she could tell he was getting excited and she finished it by saying, “You know, I'm still wearing those panties.” She took his hand and guided it under her skirt, letting him feel how wet she was and noticed that he was visibly aroused. Before she could comment, however, he had already grabbed her arm and the two took off to find somewhere private to act on their desires.
yeee CHAPTER TWO: FIRST TRIAL Just as my captor predicted, the diuretics took effect. It first started off normal like any other time, until a sharp pain struck me in the abdomen. Although I was held down on the chair, I was still free enough to bend over slightly in pain. Another sharp sting hit me, and without warning, my legs subconsciously crossed tightly with each other. "The diuretics aren't available on the common market, if you're wondering why they are so strong" the speakers said as I moaned in pain. They were strong. What I would feel after like an hour of holding in my bladder I felt in less than 5 minutes. It was as if I was punched hard and then stabbed. I began to shift in my seat, trying to find a way to distract myself from the sudden pain and desperation "All right, we're starting to get some readings. Don't panic, but we're looking at nearly an hour, just hold yourself and it will all be over" I probably won't even make it the next twenty minutes, let alone an hour! The next ten minutes were a hell for me. The pain didn't lighten up, but at least it didn't intenstify. I shifted my legs, and kept on bending myself. It was hard to fidget around in my state. I felt a few tears of desperation roll down my cheeks, as well as sweat. "Keep it up, the new waiting time is 45 minutes, you cut it back by a good amount of time" That was still about half an hour left. While it gave me some motivation to hold it now that it was less time, it was still a decent amount of time, and time wasn't on my side. Be patient, this will be over soon, I can do this!! The sharp pain came back though, and I doubled over in pain. I was whimpering and moaning through the apparatus and I didn't even know it. "Quiet down, you'll make it worst for yourself if you keep thinking about it" I can't take it off my mind, I really need to pee!! I rocked back and fourth in my seat, switching the position of my crossed legs repeatedly. I felt like I was going to die. I was going to die in the worst way possible, and it wasn't going to be fast or painless. As if the fear of captivity and humiliation of the situation wasn't enough, the pain and desperation were adding insult to injury. I sat back and began sobbing. I didn't know what I was going to do, I needed a bathroom right now, yet I didn't even know when I was going to be allowed to use one; if they would even give me permission in the first place. "If you keep crying, you are going to lose control and we'll have to repeat this" I didn't even know what she said, nor did I care. I didn't want to hear anything else, other than my captor telling me that the experiment was over. But I knew it was just beginning, and I was already dying to go. I cried out as I felt the first leak dribble into my underwear. Despite it lasting only a couple of seconds, the feeling was indescribable. Instead of easing my pain, it made me want to go more than ever. "We are only like 7 minutes away, you're doing great" Was I so desperate, that I didn't notice how fast the time went by? I mean, I couldn't have anyways, there was no clock around. Almost, you can do this!! I felt another few leaks. I cried out through my tube, and crossed my legs more tighter than ever before in my life. More tighter than the time I was stuck in traffic and in class. Both times I had wet myself in private, by accident. But at least I was able to hold myself in a given amount of time, so I was determined to do so again. But the diuretics were too strong. I realized that as time went by, they only got stronger. The next sting was too much for me. I was already sobbing nearly out of control, and I couldn't stop moving, and the stabbing pain did it for me. I felt more leaks come out. I couldn't see the wet stain on my pants, but I knew that underneath, my underwear was slowly getting soaked. The next leak lasted longer, and I squealed as the wetness slowly became visible. Unfortunately, that was the last leak, as it turned into a stream. I crossed my legs and bent over, hoping to put pressure, but it did nothing. I felt the wetness spread on my seat. The stream was strong enough to shoot through both my panties and pants, pouring directly into the chair. "You better stop, right now" I was frozen in relief and humiliation. I sheepishly made a final effort to cross my legs, but it only made the urine pool up in between them. Defeated, I voluntarily let go. There was no point anymore. The relief was orgasmic. My entire butt and the bottom of my thighs were soaked, and I felt the stream travel down my legs from the edge of my seat. I heard the sound of liquid pouring onto the floor underneath me. It lasted probably a good two minutes or so. I never felt this before. I was angry and embarrassed, along with relieved and relaxed. I didn't know whether to burst in tears or let out a groan of relief. I could only sit still in my chair, trembling in defeat. I sobbed gently, and my face burned red with humiliation. "Great, look at yourself!" I tried... "Well, an entire day worth of data was rendered useless. You had only a few minutes left, yet you still wet your pants like a toddler! You should be ashamed of yourself" It wasn't my fault.... "I hope you enjoy the feeling of clingly clothes, because now we have to wait another day to repeat this, at our own expense too" So this isn't the end "Think of what you did, and then tomorrow, hopefully, you'll cooperate with us. Good night" With that, the entire room suddenly went black as the lights turned off. My captor had left me to wait in the darkness, sitting in my wetness. I groaned in pain as now my abdomen was aching. This was going to be a very long night for me...
This is a recent revision of a story I wrote a couple years ago for Nyou Fiction. ++++++++++++++++++++ Siphrah Chesley's mind was overflowing with thoughts. Uncertainties. Regrets. Bitter realizations. Inadequacies. Little anxieties of all shapes and sizes assailed her rational thoughts like a horde of biting insects, and they worked themselves into a frenzy when the bell rang.Here she was, a young woman whose teaching degree hadn't even gotten back from the framing shop, hardly more than a little schoolgirl herself, trying to do the impossible. Not literally impossible, of course. She knew (or at least hoped) she could work a job like this on a regular basis. This was only one class a day, when the usual responsibility of a teacher was three or four. It had all been her goal for years. But the task she faced now truly seemed impossible. Teaching a subject she hardly understood using notes that hardly made sense in a classroom she could hardly find her way around in wearing a new suit and shoes that hardly fit. Despite Mrs. Lenard's condescending attitude toward substitute teachers, she apparently had a lot of faith in her. Too much. She had left scanty, sometimes contradictory instructions. This and a dusty brick of a textbook that even Siphrah's adult mind found nearly impenetrable were all she was armed with in this five-day tour of duty in an advanced placement biology class. She could ask for help from the principal, but that would make her look weak.Her professional image was bolstered by her choice of apparel. At least, she hoped it was. She'd never known clothing very well, especially not the formal business kind, and could have been walking around in a fashion nightmare for all she knew. She wore a blue herringbone dress shirt and a navy blue skirt. She had toned it down from the truly sophisticated skirtsuit and heels she had worn yesterday because of the stifling heat and the realization that almost every permanent teacher at this school wore something more informal. She did worry that she might have gone too informal. The skirt was so short she felt like she should be trying out for the pom-pom squad, yet it had somehow looked conservative in the dressing room mirror. Oh well, such were the mysteries of the Universe. The half-moon glasses she wore should have prevented her from appearing too casual.She was also armed with a steely demeanor. She didn't know how to act friendly to students without showing her anxiety or her immature side. Giggling when she noticed she'd done something wrong didn't endear herself to this crowd. So, without even trying, she found herself acting stern, strict, and humorless. Acting like she was made of stone when she was really a bundle of overactive nerves.The professional look and routine didn't work very well on this class. The immature ones were out of control, and the mature ones asked challenging questions that brought her to the verge of blurting out that she had no idea what she was doing. Still, she'd gotten through one day. Seemingly on cue, the principal came in to check on her the moment she had brought the students in line and gotten a grip on the lesson plan. She looked good, and felt like she could enjoy doing this every day.That gave her some reassurance, but her job was due to get more complex and involved each day, there was much to do and say that she hadn't had time for yesterday, and she felt physically worn down from yesterday's battle. Her mind was overflowing with such thoughts, and she felt a cascade of panic wash over her as the bell rang and she suddenly realized just how bad her situation was. She also realized something else was overflowing. She had been too preoccupied to use the restroom before class, or even register the fact that she needed to, and now it was too late. Between the 90 minute length of classes at this school, the massive amounts of coffee working its way through her petite system, and the fragile state of her nerves, she could soon be overcome with a cascade of something besides panic.She got the things on her desk situated, trying to hide the fact that she wasn't finished looking over the materials. She tried to look natural as she took a seat behind the desk, even though she felt like her bladder was large enough to bulge and jiggle behind the fabric of her skirt. Then she crossed her right leg as far over her right as the tendons and muscles would allow, and silently scooted her seat forward until the leg-sandwich was wedged between the chair and desk as tightly as her circulatory system would permit. It was going to be a long 90 minutes."The bell has sounded," were the teacher's first words to the class today. "Why do I hear talking?""Because you're not deaf," a boy named Travis Russell said, provoking much laughter from the other students."Knock it off, or I'll send you to 325." It hadn't taken her long to learn which room detentions were served in."Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" a girl began to ask"I still hear talking." Once the room was quiet, Siphrah formally began class."Mrs. Chesley, can I go to...?" the same girl started to say again. It was Stacy Sutton, who was actually one of the better students in this disrespectful pack of teenagers. Siphrah again interrupted her interruption."I hear talking again, but nobody's hand is raised." Stacy's hand shot up. "Now, are there any pressing issues that can't wait until I've taken attendance?" She paused a moment, then called on Stacy."Mrs. Chesley, can I go to the bathroom?""My name is Ms. Chesley, and no you may not.""But I was at the pep rally and barely had time to...""These are the rules every high school class follows, as I explained yesterday. If Mrs. Lenard is one of the rare exceptions that allows students to walk out of class for minor reasons like restroom breaks, she didn't inform me. Any other questions? No? Excellent. Now, is Marcus Anderson present?"Siphrah was a few names into the attendance sheet before she realized how hypocritical she was being. This fidgeting blonde in her class was no different from the girl she was only half a decade ago. The years of college and life experiences and maturing brain tissues hardly felt like they had transformed her. She wished for a moment that she could shove the textbook and lesson plan aside and skip off to the girls' room with Stacy. They would chat through the stall wall. She would relieve her stress as well as her aching bladder, and come back to class feeling fresh and up to the task. She pushed the silly fantasy out of her mind. She was a teacher. She couldn't show weakness, and nothing looks weaker than reversing your rule due to a student's complaint. Nothing except stopping class to run to the nearest toilet.Soon she came to the part of the lesson she was dreading. "Today we're going to cover the human urinary system," she said to the class, hardly able to speak those words with an unwavering voice.She stood up and turned on the projector, which she had already prepared with a transparency showing the female urinary system with labels pointing to each part. She foolishly turned it on as she was standing in the wrong spot, and for a moment the graphic was projected onto her clothes. This not only startled her, but reminded her of the real urinary system she had beneath her skin. The system she was currently putting through extreme torture just so she wouldn't lose face. Her knees buckled and the almost fell down. She caught herself on the corner of her desk, and maneuvered her body around to a place where she could see the transparency and point to the parts of it, but also be largely obscured from the students. Once in position, she crossed her legs. She hoped no one would notice her desperate body language."The urinary system, also called the urinary tract or excretory system, is needed to purify the blood. Like the digestive system, this group of organs is involved in the elimination of waste, a taboo subject that many people have trouble discussing in a mature fashion. But be reminded that laughter is a form of disruption, and will be punished accordingly." This was an idle threat. If she gave detention every student who laughed during class, this classroom would be pretty much empty."The urinary system consists chiefly of three organs: a pair of kidneys and the bladder." She stuttered as she named that last organ. She'd been trying to keep her mind off her own bladder since class began, and now she was going to have to describe it while looking at a picture of it. "The real work is done by tiny nephrons inside the kidneys."She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She couldn't read the students' faces, but kept feeling like some of them were aware of her predicament. As her lecture went on, she felt more and more frantic. She walked around the projector much more than necessary. She couldn't help it. She couldn't keep still. When she was standing in place, her legs kept moving around, as if she was performing a strange dance. When she approached the end of her discussion of the kidneys, things went from bad to worse."The urine..." She bit her lip as she spoke that word, and her body flinched. Her hands reached to grab her body and keep the urine from escaping, but she stopped them. Then she smiled, laughing at herself with a nervous "hahaha" that sounded more like humming. Some of the students gave her odd looks. Did they know what was wrong?"I'm sorry," she restarted, "the urine that is produced in Bowman's capsules passes through the duct of Bellini to collect in a reservoir called the renal pelvis. The renal pelvis and the renal sinus, which contains it, have confusing names. They don't have anything to do with the bones that are called the pelvis or the cavities in the head that are called sinuses. These are just Latin named describing their shape. From the renal pelvis, the urine from each kidney trickles down a long tube called the ureter, to be collected in a sac called the bladder." There was that word again. She couldn't make it through that sentence without uncrossing and recrossing her legs. She was explaining an organ as she strove to avoid acknowledging the one that she had."Up until this point, the work of each kidney is totally independent of the other. In fact, a person can survive with only one kidney, although that causes certain health risks. There's no real reason to have two kidneys except to improve efficiency, and to provide a safeguard in case one is damaged or diseased." She wished she'd been provided with two bladders. Her one was at maximum capacity, and she had no safeguard if it failed."The bladder is another organ with a somewhat confusing name, because there's a totally different organ called the gall bladder. This bladder is sometimes called the urinary bladder to avoid confusion. The bladder is a simple organ, not much more than a balloon made of flesh." Her mind lingered on this image. It couldn't help it. "A water balloon, you might say. Only instead of water it's full of urine, which is really mostly salt water. The yellow color comes from bilirubin, a chemical left over from bile, which the kidneys filter out from the blood." She didn't have to give all this information, but her mind wouldn't move on."The smell of stale urine is ammonia. There isn't ammonia in it when it comes out, but there is urea. Urea is in there because the broken-down remnants of nucleotides, amino acids, and creatine all yield ammonia. Now, ammonia is a deadly poison, so the liver turns it into urea and uric acid. But it gets turned back into ammonia once you pi...once you urinate it out. Certain bacteria on the skin and outside the body feed on urea and release ammonia as a waste product. Our waste is their nourishment, and their waste is the pollutant in our blood that we must excrete as waste. Not all of this will be on the test. I'm getting a little off track."She forced her mind to move on, and forced her left leg to curl as far around her right one as she could without falling over. By now she had given up hope on holding it in until class was over. She had to think of an alternative, but no acceptable ones were coming to mind. She continued to resist the temptation to excuse herself from class, and continued with the lesson."The bladder is held shut at the bottom by two muscles. Two confusingly named muscles called the internal and external urethral sphincters. A sphincter is any muscle that functions basically like a lens. There's also a pyloric sphincter in the lower part of the stomach, and an anal sphincter in the lower part of the rectum. The internal urethral sphincter holds the bladder tightly shut until it reaches its limit. The external urethral sphincter can be made to hold it shut for longer, until the person can find a convenient time and place to void her urine...or his." She was very close to blurting out her problem."Much of toilet training in toddlers simply consists of strength training for the external urethral sphincter. On the other end of these sphincters is the urethra, a tube like the ureter, only leading out of the body. The final hole through which the urine is leaked...is eliminated from the body is called the urethral meatus, or meatus urinarius. In the female it is located between the vagina and the glans clitoris, while in the male it is located at the very tip of the penis, where it performs both an excretory and reproductive function. We'll talk more about the reproductive system later. Actually, we probably won't get to that until Mrs. Lenard is back, so she'll handle those parts." She cringed inwardly at that last sentence, and most of the students laughed."Now quit laughing. You're supposed to be mature high school students in an A.P. class, almost ready for college. You shouldn't be tittering like little children." This made them laugh more. "Tittering!" Siphrah repeated loudly. She was really losing her patience. "It's a word!" She tried to regain her composure."Are there any questions about this? I know I've covered a lot in a few minutes." It felt like a few hours.Gary Stewart raised his hand, as she knew he would. He genuinely cared about the lessons, and kept taking class time to satisfy his curiosity. It could really get on a teacher's nerves."Yes, Gary?""How do the male and female urinary systems differ?""Unfortunately I only have a transparency of the female system, but both of them are in your book...or one of the handouts...or...I saw them somewhere." She was getting flustered. Her desperation was making it hard to concentrate on anything. "One difference is the urethra, of course. It's about twenty centimeters long in the male but only four in the female. In the male, its width varies between one and three millimeters, while the female urethra is a constant six. This is because the male urethra is constricted by erectile tissue and other reproductive structures. The ejaculatory duct connects with it from behind." The sounds of laughter in the classroom were building again."The size and shape of the bladder is another point of contrast. In males it's 50% larger than in females. On average, the sensation of fullness occurs when the male bladder is distended to 300 milliliters, but only 200 milliliters in my female bladder." She froze as the noticed that slip of her tongue. She scanned her audience but saw no clear signs of realization. She knew she couldn't go on like this. She was tripping over her words and her feet. But what choice did she have?"I think I might have left out the part about stretch receptors. No matter, I'll get to that later. This is all in your textbook, anyway...but my lecture is still important, so pay attention. In the female, the bladder is wedged between the uterus and the pelvic floor. So it looks flatter in diagrams, kind of a diamond shape in cross section, but is actually wider than the male bladder. But both the male and female bladders become egg-shaped as they fill up. They also rise upward into the abdominal cavity, because the pelvic floor is too restrictive to contain a full bladder. In a state of extreme distension, the upper extremity of the bladder can rise up to the level of the navel."Siphrah felt a sudden loss of control. It subsided quickly, but not before a moment of panic, a panic that caused her right hand to shoot between her legs. She laughed nervously again as she students noticed her odd behavior. She made it look like she was rubbing her leg instead of holding her crotch."I'm sorry, this skirt is new, and it itches.""Then take it off," one of the male students blurted out. Siphrah was furious. She might have sent him to detention, but didn't want to admit that she couldn't remember his name."Young man, that is exactly the kind of sexual harassment that will get you into trouble in the real world. I'll let you off with a warning, but don't expect such lenient treatment from the next woman you speak to in such a disrespectful manner." Once she was finished with this sentence, she wanted to hit herself for failing to think of something. If she'd escorted the boy to Room 325, she could have easily used the faculty restroom on the way back. No student in her class would have known. Now she hoped someone else would be horribly disrespectful."What was I...? Yes, sexual dimorphism in regards to the urinary system. Another thing to mention is the prostate gland, which is a male organ." She had to do something quick or she was going to be a live visual aid. It felt like a miracle when a thought suddenly came to her from out of the blue."It would help if I could draw on this transparency. I don't have any erasable pens, but I think I saw some in the chem lab." She walked, briskly and stiffly, but still with an ounce of composure. She took a long loop past the desk and table, across the west wall, and around behind the stage-like structure on which the desks were situated. As soon as she was out of the students' sight, she grinned like a naughty schoolgirl. She had found a perfect excuse to leave the room without even lying. Leave the room and enter one with plumbing.Once she heard the click of the door behind her, she quickly went to task moving a stepladder in front of the door, rigging it so the handle couldn't be moved from the outside. She did most of this with one hand while the other pressed tightly against her bladder. The hands switched frequently. If someone had to follow her in, explaining why she had blocked the door would be embarrassing. But not as embarrassing as someone walking in on the teacher with her panties around her ankles and her rump hanging over the sink.Once the barricade was in place, she really started to do the potty dance. But her relief was literally around the corner. She trotted over to the first sink on the near side of the lab, and gracefully hoisted her petite body up onto the counter. She lifted her skirt up out of the way, and slipped her panties down to her ankles. Her body shivered in anticipation. Once she was sure her clothes were all out of the splash radius and her urethral meatus was aimed at the drain, she relaxed her external urethral sphincter and let the urine flow.And flow it did. She felt like she was redefining the word "piss." Never had she heard such a loud noise produced from human excretion. It wasn't all from the force of her water pressure. The echoes and reverberations of the cavernous aluminum-lined sink helped the volume. But she knew from yesterday that the walls here were practically soundproof, so she grinned another naughty grin as her urine hissed and spattered as loud as she pleased. 23 years old, and she was getting away with something that would have earned her a spanking as a child.Then something happened that made her fear for her career: A door creaked open. She whipped her head around to look, but the door she had come through was secure. Then she realized she had completely overlooked the second door to the chemistry lab. The one that connected with the main hallway.Her blood turned to ice as her heart skipped a beat and leaped into her throat. Those were the anatomically impossible things she felt were happening inside her body. But she wasn't thinking about the circulatory system. She was thinking about premature termination, disciplinary action, and a possible lawsuit. The deliciously naughty child in her was replaced by the mortally terrified adult. She would have preferred a smacked bottom to what was likely to happen if a minor saw what she was doing.She diminished the firehose torrent between her legs into a drinking fountain trickle, and moved a lever to make the water run slightly. She could use that to explain the sound, but getting herself back on her feet with her panties in place and no wet splotches on her skirt would be a greater challenge. As she waited for a person to emerge from the entryway, she thought about the noise she'd make if she hopped down. She didn't think it would go unnoticed. She only had a few seconds, and she just couldn't think of a way to make herself decent without arousing attention.The student walked right past her view without noticing. They were now on the other side of the support pillars and student work stations. Glass containers, Bunsen burners, and other implements hung on racks, blocking most of the view. Siphrah wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, so she wasn't sure how seriously they'd be traumatized if they saw here. Whatever the student was, they went to work at the counter on the exact opposite side to the one with the naughty teacher perched on it. She heard them opening and closing drawers and cupboards, rattling things around, and flipping through a notebook.Siphrah was safe from discovery, but not for long. With her left hand keeping her body stable, her right carefully reached for the paper towel dispenser and pulled out a brown, coarse towel. This she folded around her hand and slipped into the gap between her thigh and the rim of the sink. She carefully dabbed herself dry, then let go of the towel. She could hear it being soaked into mush in the sink, into which a stream of water from the faucet was still running.Next she brought her legs up until her heels were resting on the work station across from the sink. With her lower body stable and her simple beige silk panties in plain sight, she used both hands to slip them back up her legs until they got to the place where the edge of the hard sink counter displaced the soft flesh of her buttocks.There was no way to lift herself off the sink and pull the panties up at the same time. She would have to stand up to do that. She brought her legs back down to where they were dangling off the counter and thought for a moment. She was hesitant to hop down. The student was making noise, but not enough that they would fail to be startled if the teacher hopped down to the floor.The nervous woman continued to weigh her options when she heard glass implements crash together loudly. She had taken her eyes off the student's indistinct silhouette, and now looked back to see an eye staring right at her through the bottom of a 500 milliliter beaker. The student saw that she saw them, and the two pairs of startled eyes locked by accident.There was a moment of complete silence. Unspeakably awkward silence."I'm so sorry!" a male voice blurted out, sounding as desperate as Siphrah felt. She was thankful he had spoken first, because she had no idea what to say. She jumped down from the counter and swiftly reached under the back of her skirt to pull her panties back up around her bare pelvic region. In the same fluid motion, she turned the faucet off with her other hand. She was back facing the pair of eyes in a blink."I didn't mean to spy!" the voice quickly added. "I mean, I didn't spy. I wasn't spying. I just needed to get some supplies here for my extraterrestrial...I mean extracurricular project and I didn't know what was going on and didn't know if I should say something and so I ended up watching you and...I'm sorry!"The student's outpouring helped the teacher compose herself. He was powerless and insecure, bolstering her confidence. Her body language immediately adjusted to this. Since he was still on the other side of the barrier, talking to her through gaps, she walked around to meet him face to face. He was a lanky, freckled boy with glasses, pretty much exactly what Siphrah had pictured. She looked him in the eye, intimidating him further"Please don't tell anyone," the boy finally said. "I'm already in trouble for..." The room became silent again as he caught himself and abruptly cut the sentence short. "Please don't tell!" he repeated in an even more pleading tone than before."I won't," Siphrah said in the sort of stern voice she thought he thought she would use. Trying not to betray her anxiety, she added, "You won't tell anyone what you saw here, will you?"He was quick to comply. "Of course not! Not a word! Just give me a chance." His eyes showed that he wasn't sure if he was all the way off the hook."Of course I will," she said with a faint smile calculated to make the boy feel like she was bending the rules out of kindness. With those words, teacher and student parted ways, and their dignity and reputations survived another school day.The novice educator picked up the pen that had supposedly brought her into the lab, and headed back to the front of the classroom with bolstered confidence and a dulcified demeanor."Sorry that took so long," Siphrah said to the class. Then the told the students a little white lie. "I had a little conversation with one of the faculty. It turns out students are allowed restroom breaks during class."Stacy Sutton practically jumped for joy. Edited February 20, 2016 by Jimmy Olsen (see edit history)
"" = normal speech '' = translated Pokémon speech :: = thoughts It was the day of the Pokémon Showcase in Kiloude City, and Serena is currently registering with her Pokémon, Braixen and Pancham, standing next to her. It was hot out and Pancham hadn't had anything to drink since he woke up that morning so he was very thirsty. While Serena was registering he spotted a water fountain for Pokémon to drink out of and went over to it. "Pan Pancham!" 'Thank Arceus!' Pancham said as he eagerly began drinking. He continued to drink until he couldn't drink anymore. "Pancham..." He sighed as he went back over to Serena who was taking care of the final part of registration. As he walked the water in his stomach sloshed around a bit, he didn't notice this however. "There all done" Serena said as she finished registering. "Come on you two, let's get to the performance waiting room" the three headed to the aforementioned room with Pancham unaware of the situation that would soon befall him. "Alright you two, wait here while I get changed" Serena told her two Pokémon before heading to the changing room. As Pancham was walking over to a couch to sit down he felt a twinge in his bladder but he didn't think anything of it. He sat down and Braixen went into the bathroom to pee. A caught Pokémon using a toilet to relieve themselves was far from unheard of, so no one even batted an eye as she went in. Serena soon returned wearing her outfit for the theme performance. "Hey Pancham where's Braixen at?" Serena asked, quickly taking notice of Braixen's absence. "Pancham pancham" 'She went to the bathroom' Pancham said, pointing towards the bathroom so his trainer would understand. "Oh okay" Serena said in response. She then went to talk with Shuana. Flushing could be heard coming from the bathroom and Braixen came out not long after with her hands slightly wet. "Braix braixen" 'they ran out of paper towels so I couldn't dry my hands completely' she said, sitting down next to Pancham. "Braixen brai brai" 'I think it would be a good idea for you to go to the bathroom before the showcase starts. Especially considering how much water you drank earlier' "Pan pancham pan" 'Don't worry about it. I'll be fine' Pancham told the Fox Pokémon. "Braixen brai braixen" 'Are you sure? Don't you remember what happened last time?' Braixen asked him. "P-pancham pan! Pan pan pancham. Pancham pancham" 'T-that was different! Besides I don't have to go right now. And it's not like you haven't had anything happen to you.' Pancham said in response, his face as red as it could be. "Braixen brai braixen" 'You know we were running late that day' she said, her face also red with embarrassment. Not long after their somewhat embarrassing conversation ended the Pokémon showcase had begun and the first group of performers were called up on stage for the theme performance. The theme was focused around the performer's Pokémon having to hit distant targets blindfolded while their trainer instructed them on where to aim their attacks. "Pancham pancham" 'that looks challenging' Pancham said upon seeing the theme. The Pokémon the performers were using each had a different type and as fate would have it, one of them was a water type. The Pokémon used Water Pulse and upon seeing the water type move Pancham felt a jolt in his bladder. :Ugh, I have to pee now. Well it's not that bad, I can hold it until after the showcase: he thought. As the theme performance continued more water type moves were used and by the time the fourth group was on stage Pancham was able to sit still and Braixen noticed. "Brai braixen?" 'Is something wrong Pancham?' She asked, wondering why he was moving around so much. "Pancham pancham" 'No I'm fine, I just kinda have to pee is all' he replied "Brai brai braixen" 'I told you should've gone before the showcase started' "Pancham pan" 'I can hold it, you'll see' "Braixen" 'If you say so' I woman came in shortly afterward to inform Serena and two other girls that it was their turn to do the theme performance. "Alright let's do our best!" Serena said to her Pokémon as they headed towards the stage. Pancham had a difficult time keeping his composure to hide his problem but he was able to pull it off. He prayed to Arceus that Serena wouldn't use him for this round and luckily for him she didn't. Unfortunately however more water type moves were used which only made his situation worse. :What's with all the water type moves today? Ngh!: he thought as he felt a wave of desperation. :I just have to hold it until the intermission and then I can take care of this problem: Shortly after that Serena and Braixen hit their third target which means Serena would move on to the freestyle performance. By the time the intermission started Pancham's bladder was almost full and he struggled to hide that fact as they headed back to the room. "Pancham!" 'Finally!' He exclaimed as he headed towards the bathroom. Before he got there however a Greninja went in, closing the door behind it. "Pancham" 'Dang it' Since he didn't know how long she would be in there he decided to sit down on one of the seats hoping it would take some of the pressure off his bladder. The closest one was on the other side of the room but that was good enough for him so he went over and sat down hoping the Greninja would be out soon. About three minutes later the Greninja came out so Pancham headed straight over to the bathroom but before he got there a Chespin ran into it and shut the door behind him. Judging by how he had his hands against his crotch, it looked like he had to go even worse than he did. "Pancham" 'Oh well' he sighed knowing that he would've let him go first anyway. He just hoped he'd finish before the intermission ended. The Chespin came out about two minutes left the performers waiting room while Pancham headed over to the bathroom but once again someone beat him to it. This continued for half an hour and by then the intermission had ended and Monsieur Pierre was on the stage giving his introduction for the freestyle performance. Pancham didn't want to risk the chance that Serena would be called up while he was peeing so he decided to wait until after their performance. With any luck they would be one of the first ones called up. A woman came in to get the first performer but to Pancham's dismay it wasn't Serena. :Darn it! Oh well maybe we'll be the next ones up: he thought. He did what he could to keep his mind off of his swollen bladder but his thoughts always kept coming back to it. It didn't help that the performer on stage was using different water type moves in her performance. Even when he looked away he could still hear her say water. :Just end your performance already: he thought as he heard splashing from another water type move. Shortly after the performer ended her performance. The woman came to get the next performer but it wasn't Serena this time either. As the showcase went on Pancham's bladder took more of his focus as he was frequently reminded that it needed to be emptied. Serena ended up being the last one called up and although it was hard Pancham was able to keep a modest position. :Okay, I just have to make it through our performance and the end of the showcase: Pancham thought to himself. This wasn't the first time he was in this sort of situation so he would be able to make it through the performance without much difficulty. His part of the performance involved mostly dancing so that made it easier for him. :The voting is the only thing left, just a little longer: Pancham thought to himself as he struggled to hold it in. He had his legs crossed and he was unable to stand still but thankfully everyone was too focused on the voting to notice. Hundreds of points of light in multiple colors flew through the air as the voting began. The results of the voting were shown and the winning performer turned out to be Shauna. On the way back to the performers waiting room Pancham felt a wave of desperation that caused several drops of urine to leak out. Pancham, unable to hold a modest position any longer, instantly shoved his paws between his legs and against his crotch. Braixen soon took notice of this. "Brai Braixen?" 'Wish you had gone before the showcase started?' She asked with an 'I told you so' tone in her voice "P-Pancham" 'S-shut up' Pancham shot back, embarrassed by the humiliating waddle he had been forced into. He had to stop for a moment a couple of times but he was able to make it back to the room without incident. Once they got back to the room Pancham instantly ran to the bathroom feeling the gaze of multiple eyes on him the whole time. To Pancham's horror there was already someone in the bathroom which means he will have to wait and hope the come out before the floodgates opened. The Pokémon belonging to the performers stared as Pancham potty danced next to the bathroom door, the performers themselves however knew better than to make the situation more embarrassing for him than it already was and quickly made them stop. After a minute the person came out of the bathroom and Pancham immediately ran inside, shutting the door behind him. "Pancham!" 'Finally!' He said to himself. He moved a stool meant to help smaller Pokémon climb onto the toilet next to the toilet and climbed up making sure to keep one paw between his legs to prevent losing control. Once he was on the toilet he uncrossed his legs and moved his paw and the moment he did a strong yellow stream erupted from his crotch. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the pressure in his bladder diminish. To Pancham, the sound of liquid hitting liquid that filled the room was the sound of relief. His urine continued to flow for roughly two minutes before the stream slow to a trickle and then stopped. "Pancham pan" 'That's so much better' he said as he finished. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands Pancham went back out to Serena, who had finished changing, so they could meet up with their friends. Finally got this put up. There were some ideas I had that I ended up not using. Also that Chespin has been seen before, I just want to see who can figure out its identity.
A while ago, I posted a topic with four story ideas. I did the first, https://omorashi.org/topic/26588-yellow-ink-a-splatoon-fanfic/ but never got around to the second. Now, without further procrastination, here it is. ------------------ The worst part of the smashes, thought Lucina, wasn’t the pain of receiving a Falcon Punch or even the shame of defeat. No, she decided, it was the waiting. She groaned as she sat on the locker room’s bench, polishing the Falchion for the hundredth time. Her fight was going to start in a matter of minutes, where in the world was her partner? Lucina started to fidget in place. A pressure was building up in her bladder. It wasn’t that bad, and as a soldier she often had to hold her urine for hours on end. Still, she felt it would be best to relieve herself before the fight. She stood up to head for a stall and winced as the pressure worsened. Just then, there was a flash of light. A doorway appeared in the middle of the locker room and out walked two ladies in bodysuits, Samus and Bayonetta. “Those angels were tougher than I expected,” said Samus, wiping sweat from her brow. “I don’t know,” Bayonetta replied , “they weren’t so bad if you’ve killed thousands of angels.” “Geez, remind me to watch out for you,” laughed Samus. “I think the one in white had a crush on me. Did you see how that cheeky bugger blushed when I grabbed him?” “Not really, I had my hands full with the emo one.” “I’d love to stay and chat,” said Bayonetta, “but I’m dying for a slash.” “What?” asked Samus, confused. “Wee. Tinkle. Piss. Use the loo.” “Oh. Me too.” Lucina cursed as the two women walked into the only available stalls, apparently not noticing her. She cringed as she heard the sound of liquid hitting liquid. Take a deep breath, she thought. You can hold it. Think about something else. Like where is my useless teammate? Lucina’s question was answered as another doorway appeared. A woman with long green hair dressed in an elegant white dress trimmed with gold stepped out. “Sorry I’m late,” said the newcomer, twirling a staff. “Palutena, goddess of light, at your service.” Lucina took a closer look at her new partner. Light seemed to shine from her very being. She also was wearing a beautiful golden necklace that hung around her… large… attractive… brea- “Hey!” Palutena’s voice brought Lucina out of her trance. “I’m an elegant goddess, eyes up here.” “Sorry,” said Lucina quietly, turning bright red. Palutena laughed. “I was just joking with you, it’s okay,” she said. “I don’t mind the attention, just keep your main focus on the fight.” “Right,” said Lucina, trying to regain her composure. “I am Lucina, princess of Ylisse. Do you know who we’re up against?” “No, I just got here,” Palutena admitted. “But I’m sure we can take ‘em.” Once again there was a flash as a doorway appeared. “You ready?” asked Palutena. Lucina clenched her bladder muscles and nodded. Together, they stepped through the door to the unknown. In an instant, they were at the stage of battle. Lucina looked around at her surroundings. They were on one of many floating islands covered with stone and moss. Three smaller platforms hung in the air above them. Lucina grinned. This stage, Battlefield, was one of her favorites. Her grin quickly turned to grimace, however, as a new wave of desperation hit her. She crossed her legs and gritted her teeth. Please let this fight be easy, she thought. At that moment, two barrels appeared on the other side of the stage. Lucina barely had time to read the letters DK on them before they burst open, revealing a muscular gorilla wearing a necktie and a monkey in a vest and cap. Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong, a fighting force to be reckoned with. Lucina groaned. She had to pee now worse than ever. She was so close to wetting- Stop that, she told herself. You’re a fighter and you have a goddess on your side, you can do this. You can defeat these beasts and hold your urine until the end of the fight. “I will not fail,” she said under her breath, emboldened by her promise. “Palutena, you take Diddy. I’ll handle the ape.” Donkey Kong rushed at her, but Lucina was ready for him. She sidestepped his rolling attack and swiped at him with the Falchion. Her blade hit home and the giant ape staggered back. She saw Palutena leaping above her to meet Diddy in the air. Lucina blushed as she caught a glimpse up the goddess’ dress. Despite herself, she angled her head for a better look... WHAM! A giant fist slammed into her gut . Lucina gasped as the impact loosened her bladder. She clenched it back up again, but not before a few drops leaked out. I have a promise to keep, she thought, and I am not going to break it that easily. Donkey Kong wound up his fist for another punch, but Lucina interrupted with her Dancing Blade technique. The quick series of slashes left the gorilla briefly stunned, and she took the opportunity to jab at him with all her might. The impact launched him into the air, straight towards Palutena. With perfect timing, the goddess swung her staff and hit both the Kongs, sending them flying off the stage. Lucina sighed in relief as Donkey Kong soared over her head. The battle was won, and not a moment too soon as her bladder felt like it was about to burst. She crossed her legs tighter than ever and waited for the doorway to appear. “Behind you!” cried Palutena. Lucina turned and realized with dread that Donkey Kong had recovered and was headed straight towards her! She raised her sword just in time to absorb his right hook. Lucina’s counterattack sent Donkey flying offstage for good this time. However, the force was too much for her poor bladder. She grabbed her crotch to try and stop the flow, but it was too late. A torrent of warm pee escaped, soaking her panties and running in rivulets down her legs. Lucina stood there, dripping and mortified, as the flow eventually subsided. “No,” she whispered. The doorway back appeared, but she payed it no heed. “Well, when you gotta go you gotta go,” said Palutena, trying to cheer her partner up. “Look on the bright side. We won, didn’t we?” Lucina, however, could not be comforted. “I… failed my duties,” said Lucina in a small voice. “I’m a princess and a warrior, I don’t p-p-” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Instead she hung her head in shame. “Hey, I know what’ll make you feel better.” Lucina looked up at the sound of Palutena’s whisper. The goddess of light lifted up her dress, revealing a pair of beautiful silk panties. “What are you doing?” asked Lucina. In response, Palutena gave a small sigh of relief and a dark wet spot slowly appeared on the front of her panties. She laughed and blushed as a few golden trickles ran down her gorgeous legs and into her stockings. Lucina gazed stunned at this display. “Feeling better?” asked Palutena with a wink. Lucina nodded. The goddess smiled and kissed her on the lips. Lucina felt her crotch grow wet in a different way… “Now,” said Palutena, “let’s get out of these wet clothes.” Hand in hand, the two walked through the doorway. END Yes, I realize that two low-tiers beating a mid- and a high-tier is unlikely.
Hello everyone ! This is the second fiction I wrote for Omorashi. It is, in my opinion, much better than the first. I wrote it in the first person ; whether the protagonist is male or female is up to your own imagination. Be warned that a part of the story may contain sexual elements, although they are mostly suggested. I also made my best to avoid grammar or spelling mistakes, and I apologize in advance if any of them escaped my cautious eye. Naturally, I would be glad to hear your feedback on the structure, style, and general appeal of the story. Happy reading ! Sunday, February 7th, 2016 Leanna's appartment I opened my eyes, and the concrete ceiling of Leanna's appartment stared back at me. I knew it perfectly, from the small cracks near the windows to the wires running along its edges. The bedroom was the main living space of the appartment ; its walls were tall, and the pattern of their dark bricks was only interrupted by heavy steel beams. We were lying on a floor mattress in the far left corner, opposite to the door and the kitchen area. On my side, a pile of architecture textbooks worked both as a sidetable and learning material. On Leanna's side, a wooden crate that once contained a decent bottle of wine held the weight of an electronic clock and a paper lamp. When the lamp was turned on, its metallic frame printed itself on the walls, and the soft glow maintained an atmosphere of safety and warmth ; however, it was seldom used. In the afternoon, the sun shone through the tall industrial windows on the wall behind the bed, and at night, Leanna always refused to close the blinds, for she preferred the neon lights of the street to complete darkness. A raindrop hit the window behind the bed, followed by a couple others. I closed my eyes and listened. A small ledge prevented me from seeing the sky, but I could imagine the clouds and the grey atmosphere outside as more rain drops were brought against the glass by sudden gusts of wind. The rain was enough to disturb Leanna's sleep ; her eyes still closed, she sighed and turned her body towards me, her right hand instinctively grasping my side. I could feel her breasts against my ribs and her regular breathing on my chest ; stroking her hair with my free hand, I watched Leanna fall back to sleep with the ghost of a satisfied smile on her lips. Her right leg rested over mine, outside the blankets. My eyes followed the curve of her thigh up to her hips ; anything above them disappeared back under the covers, leaving it to complete imagination. On an usual sunday, the room would be filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and chocolate chip pancakes. We would sit up against the wall, and Leanna would wrap herself into the covers to avoid the cold sensation of the bricks on her back. I'd stand next to the coffee machine on the kitchen counter while she'd be looking for a cartoon we could watch on her laptop ; I'd carefully bring the mugs to the bed, and she'd thank me without words ; she would simply run her finger through her fringe and smile. But today was an exception, a welcome exception. I placed my hand back on Leanna's shoulder, and her hand inconsciously grasped my side stronger for a brief second. I closed my eyes again, and let my mind walk the thin line between strange dreams and memories. What time could it be ? I didn't know. Sunday, February 6th 2016 George Washington Subway Station 13 hours earlier "Get in shape this year, don't miss out on our gym membership offers !" I looked at the colorful flyer the energetic young woman was waving in my face, and took the piece of paper with an ironic smile. "It was only a New Year's resolution, give it up already. You people are making me feel guilty." I commented. She had a genuine laugh. Most people liked coaches sporting six-packs, but preferred lying on couches drinking six-packs. "It's never too late !" she responded, as I climbed the last set of stairs leading to the street. Leanna and I lived thirty minutes away from each other. Since she was close to our favorite bars and nightclubs, I didn't mind coming over on Friday evenings to join her friends in their beer-fueled adventures. Most of them were also her classmates ; as her best friend, I had been introduced to them a few months before and quickly grew to enjoy their company. Leanna studied architecture ; although most of her classes taught modern urbanism, she was fascinated by old, industrial constructions. When she let her pen wander on a notebook page, it filled up with vivid dreams of old breweries and factories, intertwined in pipes and steel structures. Her appartment was a reflection of her taste : a heavy skeleton of iron and bricks in which she felt inspired and comfortable. I let the flyer join its peers at the bottom of a trashcan, and dialed her number. "Hello !" her tone was light and childish. "Hey, get ready to open the door. I'll be there soon." "Sure, but I hope you have the secret password this time." she said. I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Are you going to have me standing in front of the door again, going through every superhero name I know until I get the right one ?" "No, of course not." I knew the sentence wasn't over. "Today it's fish names." The old elevator of Leanna's building opened its doors. It smelled of rust and grease, but I was less afraid of an accident than standing awkwardly close to another person in such a small space. Luckily, there was noone to share it with today, and I reached the 6th floor without seeing a single soul. Leanna's door was directly in front of the elevator. I knocked twice. "Yes ?" a voice asked behind the wooden panels. "Sockeye salmon." I replied. My answer was met with silence. As I was about to come up with another aquatic creature, I heard the lock click. "Actually, sockeye salmon wasn't that bad." Leanna said with a wide grin, as she opened the door. "I'm flattered." I took her in my arms for a hug. Her appartment was messy. Dishes were piling up on the kitchen counter, and from where I was I could see empty mugs and bottles on every possible surface. Of course, the bed was never made. Still hugging Leanna, I grabbed a grey mug on the counter which separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. Pivoting on my feet with her still in my arms, I hit the power button on the coffee machine. "You junkie." she said. "Come on. You know I'm only here for the coffee machine." She pushed me back in indignation, and walked away in ficticious disdain. I smiled and threw my backpack next to the door. "So what's the plan tonight ?" I asked. "We thought we'd hit the Jazz for a while, and then move on somewhere else." Leanna threw herself on the mattress, and proceeded to repetitively throw a pen upwards and catch it as it was coming down. "Sounds good." The Jazz was a decent underground bar, where snobs could stress the way they wanted their drinks made and students could drink their way out of stress. The barmaid, Andy, was a reckless gambler ; under the right circumstances, a well thought-out bet could win anyone a free cocktail. "Alan's going to join us later, by the way." Leanna added. I grabbed my coffee and stood against one of the steel beams on the wall opposite to the bed. "I love this guy." I realized my tone sounded wrongly sarcastic. I honestly liked him ; he was the archetype of the overweight nerd, but a gold mine of useful information. "What are you wearing tonight ?" Leanna failed to catch her pen, and sat up with a weary look on her face. "I don't know, really." "Hey, we'll figure it out. There's plenty of time." I took a sip. "What about you ?" "Grey jeans, grey shirt." I said, nodding in direction of my backpack. We were both wearing cotton track pants. We often met with confortable clothing at her place, and reluctantly dressed in what we called our "social outfits" when we had to leave. Although I always felt self-conscious when undressing in front of someone, I had no trouble changing in the middle of Leanna's appartment. Our friendship was a safe space for both of us, a welcome release from the pressure to appear attractive to someone else. "Fifty Shades." she commented mockingly. I cringed at the reference. "Stop calling me like that, I said I'm not spanking you no matter how you ask it." I dodged the pen flying in my direction, finished my coffee, and opened my backpack to find my towel. "Alright, I'm going to take a shower." I said. "When are we supposed to leave ?" "Something like..." Leanna opened her laptop and checked the time. "Thirty minutes, I guess. But be quick though. I have to pee pretty bad." "Do you want to go now, before I get in ?" "Nah, it's fine." she said, captivated by her screen. I rolled my eyes and entered the bathroom. For some obscure reason, Leanna was always the first to signal her urge to pee, but consistently waited for the last minute to satisfy it ; on frequent occasions, she'd find herself praying in the line to the women's restroom. Unsurprisingly, when she attended last year's Halloween party disguised as a baby, her size 7 Pampers proved to be more than a simple accessory. The bathtub was cold as usual. I had a quick glance at the mysterious combination of soaps, hair products and mystical oils Leanna was keeping in colorful bottles on the edge of the tub. Her brown straight hair needed consistent care, and she didn't hold back on the means to keep them as perfect as she could. The water itself didn't get warmer than a certain threshold, and the only consolation I had was the thought of wrapping myself in my towel after the shower to stop the shivering. Leanna was used to it ; I had never heard her complain about temperature. I exited the bathroom fifteen minutes later, before throwing my clothes on the bed. Leanna was standing in front of the kitchen bar with her legs crossed, browsing Tumblr on her laptop. One of her legs was bouncing repetitively ; when she heard me behind her, she turned around, and I noticed she had put on a pair of grey pants. My pants. "I swear, you don't realize how comfortable your jeans are." she said, stroking one of her legs. "Well, that's convenient." I replied, faking annoyance. Seeing her in my jeans was sexier than I would admit. "No, really. I think I'm going to keep them." "And I just have to sit there like a Victoria Secret model ?" "Exactly." she agreed with a childish grin. I sighed, and lay down on the bed. However, the presence of a small object under my spine caught my attention. I examined the metallic intruder, and realized it was her phone. Leanna and I never shared details of our conversations with love interests, unless we were puzzled by a certain situation. Outside of that, I often wondered about the way she flirted by text. Looking back on it, I must admit that a part of my curiosity was sheer jealousy. I unlocked the phone, and looked up at Leanna. She was staring at me. "Don't even think about it." "In my defense" I started, "I..." "No. No, no, no." In a few steps Leanna was by the bed, negociating for her phone. Had she used her serious tone of voice, I'd have immediately given it back. But for some reason, I did not believe she wanted me to. "Come on, give it back !" she implored with a half smile. "Or what ?" "Or..." her eyes wandered around the room for something she could threaten me with. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Or ?" "Or" she took a confident stance, hands on her hips. "I'll pee your pants." "You..." I burst out laughing. "That's all you found, really ?" "So you don't believe me ?" "I believe you should go to the bathroom right now, before you actually wet them by accident." I grinned and opened the Messenger app. "Alright, you know what ? Do what you want. You always do anyway." she stepped back against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms, still looking at me. Ignoring her frown, I opened her conversation with an unknown person named Charlie. As expected, it was a long repartee of snappy remarks and random humor that Leanna was so proficient at ; Charlie sounded like a detached person, yet very respectful of grammar and punctuation. I would have kept digging for more information if it wasn't for my peripheral vision ; Leanna had been standing still for a good minute, and it didn't take me long to figure out what was happening. Her stare was cocky, and her crotch was damp. "Leanna, are you really..." My arms dropped. Of course she was. The wet spot extended down her leg in successive bursts, expanding into every fold it encountered ; the pattern grew longer and longer, all of its branches inevitably leading to her feet. I sat up without regard for the phone, witnessing an event so unexpected I couldn't react. It was happening right before my eyes, and right into my jeans. "Oh my god, I... I can't stop..." As she realized she was losing control of the situation, Leanna's confident expression melted into a fusion of shame and terror, and her upper legs came together in a weak attempt of control. All branches of the pattern joined each other while she brought her hands to her crotch ; a continuous stream started dribbling from her joint knees, and for a long moment she stood still, unable to stop herself despite her best efforts. The constant hissing sound became intermittent, then finally faded out, leaving us in complete silence. When it was over, Leanna didn't move. Her eyes met mine in an instant of confusion ; she seemed frozen in place. I stood up. "Leanna, you know I kind of needed those jeans tonight." "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." she brought her hand to her mouth. "I didn't mean to..." "Well, you never give up, I'll give you that." I said. In an instant, the cocky young woman had turned into a helpless little girl. For an unknown reason, seeing her in such a weak position aroused me, and I was overwhelmed by the need to take care of her. "Come on, let's get you out of these pants." I carefully unbuttoned the jeans while Leanna put her hands on my shoulders for stability, and pushed them down, helped by the movement of her hips. Still silent, she lifted her right foot to help me remove the wet denims ; after a failed attempt, I crouched to help her ankle get through the leg, and couldn't help but notice her black panties were completely soaked and sticking to her skin, underlining her most delicate features. I looked away, trying to forget that thought, when another struck me. Had she been doing this on purpose ? Why did she always wait to use the bathroom until she was desperate ? If she didn't want me to look at her phone, why didn't she simply take it from my hands ? "There we go." I stood up. Her hands were still on my shoulders. "Leanna, did you..." I was looking at her breasts. She was looking at me. "Did you do this on purpose ?" She hesitated. Her eyes were guilty, yet sublimed by an undecipherable excitation. "Maybe." There was a moment of silence. She pressed her lips against mine, and my hands reached for her hips out of sheer instinct. The kiss was so passionate, so ardent, that I had no other choice but staying in the moment, savoring every single touch and every single breath. Every thought I could've had about crossing the line between friendship and sex, or the fact that I was aroused by her accident, was suspended by the strength of the instant. I could feel the warmth of her skin where it touched mine. I could feel her wetness against me. Our movements brought us back to the bed, and Leanna fell in the middle of the sheets. Her loose tank top revealed a part of her black laced bra ; I helped her remove it, and our lips connected again, our chests pressing against each other in passion. Guided by an overwhelming primal instinct, I made my way down, covering every inch of her smooth skin with delicate kisses, stopping at her lower belly to admire her graceful figure ; the neon lights from the outside sublimed her curves like the paintbrush of a genius, lighting up the path for my touch to follow, and soon enough I found myself caressing the inside of her thighs with my lower lip. Everytime I made contact with her burning skin, she gasped in expectation, and the closer I came to her sex, the tighter she wrapped her legs around me. I let the warmth of my breath tantalize her, until her hands forced me against her and her legs locked me in, her hips rocking, lifting and descending with each wave of pleasure. Sunday, February 7th 2016 Leanna's appartment She moaned. I opened my eyes again, and noticed Leanna was awake. She looked up at me and smiled, hugging me tighter. What was going to happen next ? I didn't know. - Thanks for reading !
"I'm having an accident." Felicity said matter-of-factly. Neither of us had said anything for the past 20 minutes so I hadn't been concentrating on her at all. Actually I'd all but forgotten that I was giving her a lift home. I was certain that I hadn't heard her correctly. "Sorry, what did you say?" I asked and turned my head from the stationary traffic ahead to look at her. Her pale blue eyes met and held mine. "I'm having an accident." She said calmly. I didn't understand. In retrospect I was probably being a bit dense but I just didn't have any idea what she meant. "What sort of accident?" "I'm wetting my pants. Well dress I suppose." She said, correcting herself as she glanced down at her red and white patterned dress. I looked down at her lap as well. I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Oh." I said. And then realizing that that wasn't really enough of a comment I added, "Are really wetting yourself?" Inwardly I cringed. That was a strange thing to ask. Why would she say it if she wasn't? She tilted her head a little and a fall of her long pale hair fell off her right shoulder. "No." I wondered if this was a weird joke of hers. Felicity was an unusual woman. I didn't dislike her exactly, I'd just never been able to talk to her. I don't think many people could. Even though we'd been colleagues for a couple of years I never would have offered her a lift home. But she had asked, and we do live right near each other, so I couldn't really say no. "Oh." I said again. "So you haven't wet yourself then?" "No I have. But by the time you asked if I was really wetting myself I'd already finished." All this time her eyes hadn't left mine. She was always this intense. It gave me the creeps a little. Surely any other woman would be inconsolably embarrassed to have wet themselves in a workmates car. But Felicity didn't seem at all fazed. Completely serene. "You should have said something..." I began. But she interjected as I paused to think. "I'm not in the habit of informing people of the degree to which I need to visit the facilities. There was nothing you could have done to assist so long as we remained ensnared on this cursed bridge and since I live so close once we clear the bridge I was either going to make it to my house before I had an accident or I wouldn't. Unfortunately I didn't." "I see." I replied. She was right of course. There wasn't really any point to announcing her desperation ahead of time. But logical doesn't always mean expected. And I would not expect someone to wet themselves in my car without me having any idea it might happen. "I'll pay to have the seat cleaned of course. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience." "That's OK." I reassured her. Not that she seemed like she needed reassurance. No one said anything for what was to me an uncomfortably long time. I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind. "Does it happen often?" I don't know why I asked that. It was far too familiar. I braced myself for her to react unfavourably. "I suppose that depends what you mean by often." She looked away. I was instantly sure I'd offended her. But I hadn't. "Less often than I've bought lite milk. And more often than I've bought skim milk." I smiled at the way she chose to say that. Typical Felicity. Traffic was starting to move now so I was able to watch the road and pretend it was taking all my focus. "Second left after we get off the bridge. Have you ever had an accident?" Both sentences were equally casual. "I suppose it depends what you mean by an accident." I said adopting her tactics. "Yes that's true." She admitted before asking bluntly. "Have you ever wet your pants?" My first instinct was to lie and just say no. But I didn't. I don't really know why. "Less often than I've brought a tin of tuna. More often than I've bought a tin of snails." I said as I pulled up at a traffic light. She smiled at that. It was the first time I'd ever seen Felicity smile. And that moment was the moment. "I bought a tin of snails once." She said seriously. "They were... retrograde to my desires." I laughed. Then she laughed, a light and charming tinkling. And before I knew it we were out the front of her house. "I'd invite you in but I find myself in desperate need of a shower." She said as she got out of my car, revealing the soaked car seat that confirmed she most definitely wasn't joking earlier. "But we should do this again. Carpooling is good for the environment. I'll pick you up Monday morning at 8. I promise I'll use the facilities first." And without waiting for me to reply she walked up her garden path to her front door without any concern that the drenched seat of her dress was clearly visible to not just me, but also anyone else in the street. I'd known Felicity, the weirdly intense payroll officer from work, for more than two years by that stage. But even still, I consider that to be the day that I met Felicity, the quirky, beautiful woman with whom I'd spend the rest of my life.
A few years ago now, my best friend Felicity had her bachelorette party in the quaint country town of Litchfield. It made sense. Felicity always hated clubing and since we all lived in tiny places in the city with either partners or housemates when Ally mentioned that her aunt has a "holiday" house out in Litchfield that she wouldn't mind us using it just seemed like a nice place to go and hang out. And drink. Hang out and drink. Like ladies. It wasn't a big thing. Just Felicity, me, Ally, and Jenna. Flis never had many close friends. She's a bit intense and off-putting until you get to know her. Since drinking was planned Ally suggested that we catch the train out to Litchfield. Which seemed like a pretty good idea. The train ran on one of those irregular old country lines. The kinds that run only one a day, or even every few days, and are still usually almost empty. None of us had ever caught the train to Litchfield before and didn't really know what to expect. We were underwhelmed. Our rusty old train from the '50 rattled and jerked its way through the drought brown countryside. We did our best to be pretty quiet about it, but we broke into the wine as soon as the train got moving. Ally didn't really approve. I think she was a bit self-conscious of the looks the other passengers were giving us. I was the one who first realised that the train didn't actually have a toilet. I'd been putting off going for a pee because we were having a really good time. Felicity even smiled at least three or four times! But eventually it got to the point where I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable so I set off in search of a loo. It didn't take long. Both ends of the carriage were locked. I'd assumed that one of them would open into a vestibule with a toilet. That's how the city trains usually work. I was feeling a bit tipsy and figured that I might just be being a bit silly and missing something obvious so I caught the eye of an old lady and in a whisper asked her if she knew where the toilets were. I think she knew that I'd been drinking and was rather unsympathetic as she snootily informed me that most of the stations have toilets but the train itself didn't. This wasn't the best news ever. The girls were pretty unimpressed when I sat back down with them and told them the bad news. "Fuck Gretchen... I've drunk like.. nearly a bottle of wine." Jenna said selfishly while tilting a nearly empty bottle to show the half inch of liquid left in the bottom. "Yeah. Me too. I'm the one who just tried to go pee. Remember?" I hissed back at her. "No more wine until Litchfield." Ally suggested firmly as she screwed the lid back on a half full bottle and put it away. "We might have been getting a little tipsy for a train anyway." She said with a meaningful look at me. "How far is it to Litchfield anyway?" Jenna asked with a slight slur. Ally probably had a point. Felicity looked at her watch as she put away an empty bottle. "About 35 minutes if the train is running to schedule." Jenna said what I was thinking, "35 minutes? I don't know if I can wait 35 minutes!" Felicity couldn't wait 35 minutes. I hadn't paid her much attention after I'd got back from not going to the bathroom. I was too focused firstly on not wetting my pants and secondly on competing with Jenna over which one of us was more desperate than the other while Ally shushed us because people were starting to stare at us with open disapproval. So the first time I realized that Felicity had been even more desperate than either Jenna or I was when I heard a pattering on the threadbare carpet that floored the carriage. Maybe it was the wine but it took me a couple of seconds to register that Felicity was actually peeing herself and it wasn't just a leaking bottle or something. Even as I was looking right at the obviously soaked crotch of her pale blue jeans while she sat opposite me watching her pee run forward off the green cracked faux leather seats my brain was still looking for another explanation. Adults don't pee in their pants. I mean, I know they do sometimes. It wouldn't have been much of a surprise if Jenna had announced that she was wetting herself, she kept saying she was going to. But I just didn't expect Felicity to pee herself. Even though she'd drunk as much as me and Jenna and I was seriously worried I might end up having an accident. Jenna tried to whisper but missed the correct volume completely and just spoke in a loud hiss, "Flis! You're peeing all over the floor! Stop!" Ally literally leaned forward and put her hand over Jenna's mouth. I didn't know what to say to Felicity so I just patted her on the top of her knee where she was still dry and clenched my muscles in the hope that I wouldn't be joining her in the pee-pants-club in a minute. Felicity didn't actually look upset by her accident, she was actually smiling at the horrified Ally trying to convince Jenna to just stop talking. Brave girl. I'd have been in tears. When the train finally arrived at Litchfield ten minutes later Jenna and I basically ran off the train to be first to the ladies. I had expected Felicity to join us to change but we found her out on the platform afterward. She coolly pointed out to me that some of the other passengers might actually need to use the facilities. So she stood damply off behind a wall until the platform cleared before she cleaned herself up as best as she could in a train station ladies' room and we all made the mercifully short walk to Ally's aunt's house.
After a dinner of pasta sauce from a jar and badly overcooked spaghetti, Ally forgot to watch the pasta and it all but dissolved, we crammed ourselves into Ally's aunt's kitschy sitting room. It was a good thing Felicity didn't have more friends because as it was Ally and I were sitting on the floor and Jenna and Felicity were basically in each others laps on a settee that was almost an armchair. An wide assortment of china dolls stared down at us from shelves, cabinets, and hutches. I developed a theory that Ally's great Aunt had been a furniture/scary-antique-doll seller, though why Ally's aunt hadn't done anything to tidy the place up after she died was more of an unanswered question. Jenna thought that it would be a great idea for us to start the night by playing "Never Have I Ever" for a bit. It would distract us from the scary dolls anyway. Are you familiar with "Never Have I Ever"? Each person just has to name a thing they have never done and if anyone else has done it they need to take a sip of their drink. Preferably the "nevers" should be embarrassing. Back in college we used to play with shots of vodka, but we were a bit old for that at this point so we just drank big sips of moscato. Since it was Flis's bachelorette party the rest of us knew without discussing it that every question we asked should be targeted at making her drink. The "Nevers" were going fairly tamely, although Felicity was drinking each time and had already had to refill her glass. I'd only had one sip, since Flis and I had both worked at McDonalds as teenagers. I decided to up the game and ask a "Never" that would bring up Felicity peeing herself a few hours earlier. I couldn't go with "I have never wet myself as an adult" without having to sip and admit to the time I peed in Dave Gooch's bed after the Halloween Ball in my first year at College, so instead I just asked a really focused "never". "I have never..." I paused and looked at each of the girls dramatically before finishing on Felicity, "wet my pants on the way to a bachelorette party!" Felicity rolled her eyes at me, she was very much onto our Felicity-always-drinks game, then took a big sip of her wine. So did Jenna. "What the fuck Jen?" I asked incredulously. I think Ally said something along those lines as well. But probably with less swearing. Jenna's face was bright red, "Why couldn't you just have asked "I have never pissed myself on a train?"" "No, no, no. You have to tell us about this." I grinned at her embarrassment. "Whose bachelorette party did you wet yourself on the way to?" She almost squeaked her answer, "This one." "Wait. When did you do that?" Ally was loving Jenna's embarrassment as well. Jenna took a long drink to compose herself. "After we got off the train. It just started coming out! I couldn't help it, OK!" She'd got into the swing of her story and it poured out of her. "By the time we got to the toilets it was running down my legs so I just sat of the loo and did it." "Through your underwear?" She blushed again, "I put them in my bag." Ally was scandalized. "You walked through Litchfield in a dress that short without underwear?" "What else could I do?" Jenna shrugged and lay back against the settee. "You could have put a new pair of knickers on when Flis was getting changed!" "Well yeah... But not without you guys finding out I peed myself." "We found out anyway." Ally pointed out. "Yes... But only because Gretchen asked a weirdly specific question! What were the chances of that!" After that the game got pretty interesting and funny. We found out that Ally once threw up on her shoes in a cinema and that Felicity is way more sexually adventurous then I would have expected. "OK OK, last question!" Ally declared. "Sorry Flis, Jenna." She said nodding to each of them in turn and then took a little too long to focus on me. "I've been thinking. I've been thinking why you asked such a specific question about never wetting yourself on the way to a bachelorette party." She paused and looked around the room. Felicity's eyes looked a bit glassy and Jenna just seemed confused. "Why didn't you ask a broader question? To try and catch Jenna or me? Why didn't you say "I have never peed my pants on a train?" Have you ever wet yourself on a train Gretchen?" I'd been tense as Ally monologued and felt a brief feeling of relief that she had misinterpreted my evasion. "Is that your "never" Ally?", I asked. "It is not!" She exclaimed then cleared her throat. "I have never wet myself as an adult!" She grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Damn it Ally!" I finished my glass. She was obviously proud of herself for catching me. "Spill spill." "Dave Gooch's bed after the Halloween Ball. That one where I dressed up as the Queen of Hearts? I was still wearing the costume." I said with a sigh. "Dave Gooch! Really?" Jenna raised her eyebrows. "Hey I didn't have sex with him or anything." I said defensively. "Well not after you pissed in his bed!" We all laughed at that and the girls needled me for a while longer. "Well that's enough embarrassment for one night I think!" I said calling an end to the game. "Why don't we set up the Singstar?" But it wasn't the end of that night's embarrassment. Not for all of us.
Thanks everyone for the kind comments, they mean a lot to me :) I think this will do this particularly storyline for a while. I've got a few other things I'm working on! * "Gretchen!" Jenna pulled lightly on my sleeve and dragged me out of Ally's aunt's sitting room. Felicity and Ally were mangling "Breakfast at Tiffany's". I did not mind being out of the room for a minute. "What's up? Where are we going?" I asked. "Bathroom. I've got something to show you." She said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm not too sure about that sentence Jen." I deadpanned. "No, no. You'll love it." We were outside the bathroom door by then. "Don't freak out. Just open the door and step in. Seriously, don't freak out." It was a very good thing Jenna warned me something was going to happen. I swear if she hadn't I'd have had a heart attack, or fainted, or something. Just as I turned on the light one of Ally's great-aunt's creepy dolls swung down from the ceiling and nearly hit me in the face. She'd chosen a particularly uncanny doll with big, blank, staring eyes and an unsettling painted smile. "What the hell is that?" I hissed at Jenna after my stomach stopped lurching. "Bachelorette prank." She said with a grin and she rigged the doll back up behind a light fixture. "I figure next time Felicity goes to the bathroom she's going to completely lose her shit." "Have you met Felicity?" I reminded her. "She's probably just going to shrug and ignore it." "Maybe..." She admitted. "But if anything can freak out Flis it'll be the world's creepiest doll flying at her in the dark." Suppressing a shudder, I could hardly disagree with that. * "Oh come on. Do "Billie Jean" with me first." I wheedled. Ally had just tried to excuse herself to the bathroom but obviously I really wanted her to wait so that Felicity would go first. For a second I thought she was going to relent but then she clapped her hand between her legs and bent over slightly at the waist. "When I get back." She did a little mock pee dance. "I'm about to wet my panties." I knew she didn't really need to go too badly. Ally was much to sensible to let herself get actually desperate. But she was drunk enough to pretend that she was. I could have called out to warn her about the doll. But not without Felicity overhearing. Oh well, it was just going to have to be Ally who got scared by the doll. A moment later she shrieked. I arrived at the bathroom door first to find Ally standing amidst a splattery puddle. "Who set that up! I spilled my drink everywhere!" Ally complained and waved an empty glass at me threateningly. Jenna apologised through a gale of giggles. "Alright. Alright. I forgive you. Just shoo." Ally brushed us back out into the hall. "I still really have to pee." * "I think we should put Jenna's hand in warm water." Ally announced cheerfully. "Actions have consequences and setting up that horrid doll deserves a good return prank." I looked over at Jenna. She had fallen asleep laying on the settee. Even though Jenna was a rather short woman, the lower half of her legs dangled limply over the edge of the armrest. "I've heard that you need to use cold water." Felicity suggested. "I'm not sure that putting a sleeping person's hand in water does anything at all. I've never seen it work. Have you?" I asked. "Imogen Worth said she did it to someone and they peed themselves." Ally said defensively. "Yeah but Imogen Worth lies about a lot of stuff. Remember her job offer from Google?" "I've never seen it work." Felicity added helpfully. Ally seemed a bit put out. "I still think it's worth a try. We could try both warm and cold water? Make it a kind of experiment?" Even though I was unconvinced that it would work I figured Ally deserved a chance at a bit of revenge so I agreed to get a bowl and help her. "I don't think the warm water is doing anything." Ally said with disappointment. She was right though. Jenna's hand had been dipped in a bowl of warm water for two or three minutes now. And she definitely hadn't wet herself. "Try the cold water." Felicity offered. For a minute nothing much happened. I was watching the bowl to make sure Jenna didn't knock it over in her sleep when suddenly a gentle hissing noise filled the room. I actually expected to see spreading wetness when I looked over at Jenna's legs. But of course I didn't. The paused PlayStation had just turned itself off and the TV was hissing static. After that we dragged Jenna up to the main bedroom. Ally said she'd share with Jenna, which I was grateful for because Jenna looked like she might end up throwing up at some point. Flis and I shared the bed in the guest room. * I woke up already wet. I was still pretty drunk but I instantly knew that I'd wet the bed. It took me a little while to remember where I was. Ally's aunt's house. Sharing the spare bed with Felicity. Fuck. I never wet the bed. Except for that one time after the Halloween ball in my Queens of Hearts costume. But that was seriously the only time since I was like three years old that I ever wet the bed. Of course I'd never been as drunk as I was at the Halloween ball again until then. So it did kinda make sense. Sucky, awful sense. My back was soaked. My bum was soaked. My legs were soaked. It was really bad. I was going to have to wake up Flis and tell her that I'd wet the bed. Fuck. It took me a while to work up the courage. I never actually had to tell Dave Gooch I'd peed in his bed. He woke me up to let me know. He was nice about it. But I was totally embarrassed and immediately walked back to my dorm at 6 in the morning. Wearing a urine soaked Queen of Hearts dress. Awful times. "Gretchen." Flis shook my arm gently to try and wake me. She must have assumed I must have still been asleep rather than just lying there awake in a pool of pee. "Wake up Gretchen. I'm really sorry but I've wet the bed." And all at once I realised she was right. My bladder was rather uncomfortably full. I couldn't possibly have wet the bed this badly and still needed to go. Which meant I was actually lying there in a pool of Flis's pee. Eww. We did our best to clean it up and laid down enough towels to get back to sleep. In the morning went we went down to the kitchen to find Jenna and Ally groggily staring at their mugs of coffee. The look on their faces was priceless when Felicity announced as casually as if she was commenting on the weather that she'd wet our bed during the night. Best bachelorette party ever!
Hello everyone! I'm not really active on the site, but I'm trying to write a story in english and I thought I could share it with all of you here. I hope you will like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! English is not my first language, so I hope you will understand everything... I would be glad to have feedback, even if you want to say you don't like the story. I'm open to any critics, and I really want to progress! Enjoy the reading! I STARTED THIS STORY 2 YEARS AGO AND THE TOPIC IS NOW DEAD. I FELT LIKE CONTINUING IT (I’M SO SORRY NOT TO BE REGULAR IN MY POSTS… I WORK A LOT AND I FORGOT ABOUT THIS STORY) SO I CREATED A NEW TOPIC. I POST THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS: FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOWED MY STORY TWO YEARS AGO, YOU’LL FIND THE LAST CHAPTER AT THEN END OF THIS ENDLESS POST. :) The story focuses on a relationship between a teacher and his student. I don't want to say too much before you read, but you should just know that this will be a tutor fiction (no sex). ------------ CHAPTER ONE Alexander was slumped on a chair in front of the door of the director’s office, his blue eyes closed. His brown curled hair skimming his eyelids with indolence. He had to play his role until the end. Be indifferent, stay cool. However, in his head, he felt boiling with rage. Rage against himself. Against his bloody behaviour. He was the same bad boy he had been ever since he could remember. Except that this time… This time, he had gone too far. Why did he have to explode like that? Why did he have to satisfy that asshole? His maths teacher had had that sadistic smile when he got up, after getting punched. Yes, Alexander punched his teacher during class. What a silly thing to do when you know that Mr Bryant was waiting for a reason to kick him out of the school. The teen just gave him the right reason to do so. Because nobody would want to hear what his maths teacher said to him before he lost control. Nobody would want to know that Mr Bryant deserved to be hurt. Or maybe there was someone. As he saw Mr Blanchot coming up from the stairs with a furious gaze, Alexander raised up on his chair, feeling suddenly anxious. Until his French teacher appeared in the corridor, he had been able to fake the nonchalance. But, now he just couldn’t anymore. He just couldn’t deceive him. He didn’t care about anybody else. But Mr Blanchot was the only one who decided to believe in him. Alexander didn’t know why though, he was such a disappointment everyday. As his teacher approached him, Alexander felt his heart beat faster. But, surprisingly, Mr Blanchot didn’t even look at him. He went through the door and slapped it with violence behind him. As though he didn’t hear a noise during the fifteen minutes he had been sitting there, he could clearly hear now his French teacher yell from the director’s office. ---- As he entered the office, Léopold Blanchot noticed the presence of the kid’s tutor, his colleague Mr Bryant and the school’s principal. His nostrils shuddered with anger. He faced his superior, two fists knocked on his desk. From his height, he dominated the man with no difficulty. “As I heard from a colleague, you want to expel Alexander?” he said, as a rhetorical question. “Calm down Léopold. Please take a seat and let’s discuss this reasonably.” Demanded the principal. “You want me to calm down, Paul? Do you know how many humiliations this kid had to endure with that horrible man?” said Léopold, pointing Mr Bryant. Mr Bryant suddenly rose up from his chair with irritation. “Did you at least see what that little freak did to my face? Look at my nose!” he shouted, pointing his bleeding nose. “Oh stop it, Bryant! I’m sure you deserved more than that little punch he gave you!” “Principal! How can you let a teacher say such things?” said Bryant, revolted. “Stop it! Both of you calm down!” said the director with authority. “Paul, please. Can we at least discuss this? You can’t let this poor boy return to this dreadful orphanage!” said Léopold. “I’m afraid I can’t do more for that kid, Léopold…”he responded. “He deserves to be expelled, Blanchot. Just look at what he did to a teacher!” said Bryant. “I think we already know what you want, Bryant, so please stay out of it.” Léopold threatened. “Léopold, please calm down. Now, Mr Bryant, please be reassured. You already know that his tutor can’t be responsible of Alexander anymore; he was on probation and broke the rules. And without any tutor, the kid can’t stay in this school. So please calm down and go back to your students.” Said Paul with calm. As soon as Mr Bryant got out of the office, Léopold sat on a chair with weariness. “We have to do something, Paul. I know this kid is not dangerous. He just needs someone to educate him. Look at his grades! That’s the reason why you accepted to let him stay in your school! He’s a genius and you know that.” “I know he is a very smart boy, Léopold. But he has gone too far. Hit a teacher, Léopold. Do you know how bad this is?” “I know, Paul. I surely know that he will never be accepted by another school because of that little punch I’m sure Bryant deserved!” “But, look Léopold, even if I wanted to let him stay here, he couldn’t. He can’t have a tutor anymore, it won’t be accepted. And I can’t let a kid stay in the dorms without a tutor, it’s not legal!” “But I refuse to give up on him. He is a good kid, Paul. I’m sure he just needs someone to be there for him. He is a child, for god’s sake! How can we abandon a child that easily? A kid with such a bright future…” Léopold turned to the tutor who didn’t open his mouth during the whole meeting. “I would like to help you, but it’s not my decision here. Alexander broke the rules. Too many rules. The only thing he has left is the orphanage. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it is…” he said, sorry. “No! That can’t be his only option! I refuse to tell that brilliant kid that he has to be sent back to the orphanage. He needs someone, Paul.” Léopold begged. His colleague and friend looked at him with sympathy, yet disbelief. But suddenly, the tutor’s eyes twinkled. “If you really want to help him, there might be a solution…” said the tutor. “Tell us, please!” Léopold shouted with hope. ---- When Alexander saw his horrible maths teacher coming out from the principal’s office, he felt his fists clenching again. His eyes burning, he confronted him with pride. He confronted his teacher’s despiteful gaze with coldness. “You should enjoy your last minutes here, Alexander. You will return to your original place soon. And it will be a relief for everyone.” Bryant said with a smile. The presence of his French teacher three foots from him convinced Alexander that it was not a good idea to respond. He held back his rage, closing his eyes. Mr Bryant left him with his frustration. ---- “Well, the only way to let Alexander stay in school is the adoption.” The tutor said prudently. “The adoption?” said Léopold, not sure how to understand this. “Yes. This is the only solution I can think of. Nobody wants to adopt a thirteen years old with violence issues… But you could.” “What are you saying?” Léopold said, in shock. “I’m saying that if you really want to help him, you could adopt him. But, I understand why you wouldn’t… He’s really not easy to deal with. Seriously, who would like to take care of a disturbed kid like Alexander?” the tutor asked. Léopold looked at the tutor with disappointment, then turned away to face his colleague. “Paul, I need to know if you would let him stay if I knew someone who could take care of the kid. Please.” “Léopold… Are you sure you want to go this far?” asked the director, understanding who was that “someone”. “Just answer the question, please.” “I don’t really decide you know… He would still have to go to disciplinary committee. I can support him, but I’m not the only one to take the decision. If you really decide to do this, Léo, you have to prepare a really good speech… It won’t be easy.” The principal advised. “I know. But I just can’t turn the back from my beliefs. He is a good kid, I’m positive about it. I just can’t give up on him.” “He has to be okay with it too, you know.” Said the tutor. “I know. We’ll see what he feels about it. But I need to know that you will support him during the committee too. I’m begging you. You know Alexander deserves to be at school.” “Yes, I will. But, you should be prepared, Mr Blanchot… He is not so easy to deal with, you know…” the tutor said. “Maybe he is not, but he still needs to be taken care of. Whatever he does, he’s still a kid.” Léopold said, serious. ---- After another hour, Alexander was still waiting in the corridor, anxious. Was it that complicated to expel him from school? Why was it so long? As he was gnawing his nails with apprehension, the door opened on his French teacher. “Come in, please.” Said Mr Blanchot with a serious gaze. As he stood up, the teen felt a pinch in his bladder. He had waited so long on this chair. He had to pee badly. But he couldn’t go right now, unfortunately… Entering the room, he noticed the principal’s annoyed gaze and his tutor’s tired one. “Seat down, Alexander.” said the principal. Seating down, he faced the three men, looking serious and apprehensive. Why they were apprehensive, he didn’t know. “You overtook the limits today, Alexander. What you did to Mr Bryant is inexcusable.” The principal said. “I don’t know if you realise the chance you have to be in this school. And if you realise how much we are trying to let you stay here, despite your faults.” “You are not kicking me out?” Alexander asked, surprised. “I’m not saying that you won’t. But there might be an alternative to your return to the orphanage.” “What? I won’t have to go back there?” the teen asked with hope. “Leopold, you want to explain it to him?” proposed the principal, turning towards his colleague. His French teacher seemed a bit nervous. He had never seen him nervous before. He was such a strict man usually, so proud and confident. “After what you did today, no tutor can take care of you anymore. You would have to go back to the orphanage. But, we might have a solution… I proposed myself to take care of you from now on.” Mr Blanchot said. “What..?” Alexander said, incredulous. “I would be adopting you. You would be in my charge. That way, you have a big chance to stay in school.” “You would adopt me…” the teen repeated, lost. “Yes, I would adopt you. You would be living with me, in my house, under my rules.” “You really want to adopt me?” he asked, in shock. “Yes, I do. But, the question is: do you prefer to stay with me or go back to the orphanage? Because I can tell you that this kind of behaviour will never be accepted with me, Alexander.” He said, with authority. “Of course, I want to stay here! But I don’t deserve it…” “What you deserve is a spank on your bum, kid. And I don’t think you would find someone who will treat you as a kid back there.” “I’m not a kid anymore.” Grunted Alexander, bushing as Mr Blanchot mentioned a spank. “Oh yes, you are, my boy. And you need to be treated that way. Believe me; it won’t be easy to be living with your French teacher.” He responded, a little smile on his face. “Now, Alexander, we will let you talk with Mr Blanchot. By five, we need to know your answer about the adoption. You have to think about it seriously, it’s a really important decision in your life. But, just so you know, you won’t stay unpunished for what you did today. If you decide to stay here, you will have to pay for what you did to Mr Bryant.” the principal said. Alexander lowered his head, feeling stupid. “Come with me now.” Said his French teacher. As they left the office, Alexander felt his heart beat fast. He could not believe of what was happening to him. The man he admired the most was willing to adopt him… He suddenly remembered his full bladder and was happy to be behind the adult. He couldn’t resist putting a hand on his crotch, trying not to leak in his briefs. He really had to pee now… But he couldn’t dare asking for the loo. He was a big boy, he could hold it. At least he convinced himself that he could… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Léopold and Alexander entered in an office, full of books, papers and stuff everywhere. When he saw French titles on most of the books, Alexander knew he was in Mr Blanchot’s office. It was the perfect image of an organized chaos. So many books everywhere, on the floor, on the desk, on the walls. Some paintings and black and white pictures were hanging on the walls as well. It was full of humanity, full of light. And somewhat, it was contrasting with his teacher’s strict mood. With a white long hand, Blanchot invited his student to sit on a chair, in front of his desk, while he seated on his own chair. Separated by the wooden desk, Alexander felt reassured. He could easily hold back his pee without being seen. Or at least he thought. His elbows on the table, his hands reunited together against his delicate chin, the French teacher took a very long and serious gaze at the teenager. Obviously, the kid was not feeling at ease. His legs nervously crossed, his elusive glance, his trembling hands were showing his intimidation. It was surprising, even after what happened. Léopold had always seen the kid being insolent and proud at anytime. Maybe Alexander was being reluctant to the adoption idea? The teacher felt a pinch of hurt inside. He didn’t know why. After all, it happened so fast! He never wanted to be a parent before. Then, why was the idea of adopting Alexander so natural? And how come he felt so sad about the possible kid’s refusal? Looking at Alexander’s apparent dread, Léopold decided to let his emotions aside. “I think you already realized that what you did today was completely irresponsible. Whatever you decide to do with your life, you will still have to go and apologize, kid. Is that understood?” he asked, strict. “Yes, sir. But… He really said mean things to me. He deserved to be punched, believe me!” Alexander said angrily, with a tear in the eye. Before the teen discreetly vanished it with his hand, his teacher had noticed his tear. “I can imagine what this horrible man said to you Alexander. And believe me; I won’t let him forget it. But you are the kid. He is the adult, and the teacher. Even if he deserves a punch in the nose, you are not in the position to do it.” The teacher said, understanding. “Nobody does anything… How can I defend myself if I can’t do anything and nobody cares?” the teen asked, his burning face looking the floor. “You really think nobody cares?” Léopold asked, with a little laugh. “What do you think I’m doing then? I’m getting in trouble with the principal for you, kid. I compromise my career because I believe you deserve to be heard. Do you even realize how hard I try for you?” he continued, his voice raising. “Why do you do it if it’s that hard?” the teen replied, insolent. “Here we are, you put your little brat mask again. But, you’re not lucky with me, it doesn’t work. You cry for help, kid, and I see it. So stop this little game with me or I will get really mad. And believe me, you don’t want to.” Léopold threatened, “If you want to know, I care for you because I think you deserve it. You are a child, and you should know the comfort of living as one. Now you have the choice, boy.” He continued, softly. “What choice?” asked Alexander, lost. “You can go back to the orphanage, uneducated but as the proud little brat you play. Or you can come home with me as the kid you should be, but you will have to let your little mask away. That is your choice, Alexander.” The teacher said, preoccupied by Alexander’s nervous hands. “I don’t know. Can I… Can I get out, sir?” the teen asked, desperate to pee. He was in such a bad situation right now. Facing the man he admired the most, he couldn’t admit the horrible state he was in. He couldn’t tell him that he was so close to having an accident in his pants. His bladder was so heavy that any movement made him feel on the urge to explode. His legs crossed under the table, he couldn’t hold back his hands from his crotch. He had to grip his penis, harder and harder, otherwise he would let some drops of pee fall in the back of his briefs. He didn’t know how much time he could wait… He couldn’t even concentrate on what his teacher was saying. He was obsessed by his desperation. “Are you kidding me, Alexander?” asked his teacher, incredulously, “Do you realize how bad this situation is? You want to get out and play with your friends like nothing happened, is that it?” he screamed, furious, “It’s too late, kid! Now, you are going to take your responsibility! You are going to listen to me, and take your decision. It’s a life decision you’re taking, realize it!” he continued, harder. Alexander felt his heart beat faster. His teacher didn’t know how much the teen was intimidated by him. The kid knew exactly how bad the situation was. Perhaps as bad as his desperation was… “I’m sorry, sir. That’s not what I meant.” He said, shaking. “Then focus, kid. Bryant is waiting for you to be out of here, and if you want to change that, you will have to put some effort too. You won’t get out of this office until we talked about all this, is that clear?” Léopold said, serious. “Yes, sir…” he replied, slumping on his chair, trying to hide his nervous legs. “And sit up straight, for god’s sake!” his teacher screamed. As Alexander stood up straight on the chair, he gave up his penis, now in his teacher’s sight. But the second he did, he felt a drop leave his penis and flow at the end of his grey briefs. He crossed his legs even closer, hoping his teacher didn’t notice anything. “Now, do you understand that if you come with me, you will legally be my child?” his teacher asked, serious. “You would be my… dad?” Alexander asked, blushing with hope. “Exactly. What you really have to understand is that I will have every right on you, Alexander. And that mean that these kind of stupid acts will be forbidden and severely punished with me. If you decide the adoption, it will be hard to adjust. Of course, I’m severe, you already know me. But I also want to give you a chance to be happy.” His teacher said, strict. “Oh, no…” the teen moaned, blushing. He suddenly felt a small spurt of pee running on his penis and wetting his briefs. He just couldn’t hold it. He was so desperate to pee now. He had to go! Fortunately, his pants didn’t show anything. He could feel his briefs wet, but his pants were dry. “Are you okay, Alexander? I know, it’s hard to decide. You don’t know how it is to live with me, and I am very strict. But, you have to understand that I want the best for you. I’m not here to make you suffer. I only want to let you be a kid.” “No, I know. It’s not…” he moaned again. He was now doing a pee dance on his chair. He just couldn’t stay still. He felt he was going to let go any second now. “You don’t have to justify, Alexander. It’s completely normal to be afraid. Now, I think it would be good for you to know what will happen in both cases. Maybe, it will help you relax. You shouldn’t be so nervous, kid. I promise, I just want the best for you.” He said, worrying about the teen’s behaviour. The kid looked so frightened. “Sir…” said Alexander, a tear rolling on his burning cheek. He felt another spurt leave his bladder. A long one this time. He felt his pee rolling along his panty, wetting his bum. In a moan, he put his hand back on his crotch. He was going to have an accident in his pants… His pants didn’t show in the front, but he already knew that on the bottom there was a very noticeable patch of pee. Feeling another spurt of hot pee rolling in his briefs and dripping on the chair, Alexander beat his lower lip, trying desperately to hold his pee back. He felt all wet in his pants. He didn’t know how he would be able to hold any longer now. Another moan left his mouth. He was holding his crotch even harder, not even willing to hide himself from his teacher. It was too late for that. Now he just wanted to escape the inevitable accident in front of him… He took a shameful look at his teacher, scared of his reaction. Another tear rolled, as another small spurt of pee left his penis. “What’s wrong, Alexander?” asked Léopold, disconcerted by the sudden fragility of the boy. “Oh no… Pee…” the teen moaned softly, feeling another small spurt wetting his pants. “Do you need to pee, my boy?” asked gently his teacher, hearing Alexander’s complain. Finally raising his burning head, the kid looked at his teacher with pain. “Yes… I need to pee so bad…” he admitted, ashamed. “Oh boy, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, confuse. “Ah… I’m gonna pee myself, sir!” Alexander complained, legs shaking badly. Léopold rose up from his chair and went to his student in quick steps. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before you have an accident in your pants.” He said with authority. He didn’t want to move. He knew his teacher would see his soaked pants… His teacher would see that the school’s bad boy just couldn’t hold his pee. How would Mr Blanchot still want to adopt him after that? He was so mad at himself. He wanted to hide, disappear from this office. He couldn’t face the disgust in his teacher’s look. “Come on, kid. You don’t want to pee in your pants, do you?” his teacher asked, softly. The teen couldn’t hide anymore… He had to show his humiliating accident to his favourite teacher. He tried to think of an issue, but there was none. He had to face his shame. As Alexander got up, he felt another long spurt leaving his full bladder, dripping in his pants. Moaning, he felt another tear roll. He was so ashamed. He was having an accident in front of his French teacher… He couldn’t hold a small sob leaving his throat. Léopold couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The boy had already peed his pants. He was in such a shock that he couldn’t hold his surprise. “Your pants are completely wet! Did you already pee your pants, kid?” he asked, confused. “I’m sorry… I couldn’t hold it…” the teen answered, in a long sob. “Come on, then.” Léopold said, in a hurry. He took firmly the shaking boy by the arm and almost ran through the corridor, willing to prevent a bigger accident. Alexander was holding his penis with pain. He was losing some drops of pee every foot he was walking. Finally arrived to the toilets, Alexander was happy that everybody was in class. His teacher opened a door, still holding his arm. Pushing him softly into the toilet stall, he left him alone and closed the door. “I’m waiting for you outside.” His teacher said, strictly. Alexander was not even able to let go his hands from his crotch. He felt that if he let his hands go, he wouldn’t be able to hold it. Another spurt came out, dripping along his legs, wetting his socks. In a moan, he swore. He was such a kid. How come he couldn’t hold it at his age? The pressure was so hard… His bladder was hurting badly now. He had to stop dancing like a child and open his trousers. He had to regain control on his body. He was not going to pee his pants! He was not a child! As he let go his crotch, he felt another long spurt go and wet all the front of his clear blue jeans. He tried to open the first button with great difficulty, but when he finally managed to do it, it was too late. The teenager felt a succession of long spurts of pee wetting his whole pants, with noise. A puddle of pee was growing at his feet. Even when he tried to grasp his penis again, the flow didn’t stop. He had lost total control of his bladder. His pants were darkened by pee, and he couldn’t hide from anyone that he just had an accident. Mostly, he couldn’t hide it from himself. Alexander suddenly felt so mad at himself. He couldn’t believe he had an accident just at that time. Just when his dream was becoming true. Now nobody, and mostly not Mr Blanchot, would be willing to be his dad. His tears were burning his already red cheeks. He was so angry that he didn’t even realize that he was punching the wall with violence. “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” he yelled, blinded by the anger. He didn’t even hear his teacher coming back to the bathroom. Nor even did he heard him open the door of the cabin. Nor even did he saw his teacher looking at him with worry, sincere worry. When he saw the boy, soaked, in his own puddle of pee, Léopold felt very sad for him at first. Then he realized what the boy was doing to himself… Punching the wall in front of him, the boy was grazing his fists with pure anger. When he heard the boy scream from the corridor, he knew that he didn’t make it. But never would he have thought that Alexander would react with such violence against himself. Léopold entered the cabin, and firmly catch the boy’s arms. “Stop it, Alexander.” He said softly. “Let go of me!” the teen screamed, trying to evade his teacher’s grip. “I won’t.” the man replied. “Stop it! Don’t look at me!” the boy cried. “I am looking at you, kid. And I won’t stop. Now, calm down.” Léopold said gently. “Please. Let me go.” Begged Alexander, sobbing. The French teacher released the boy’s hands, just to lure him to his own chest. The man’s arms were embracing the boy with tenderness. “Please, let me go.” Repeated the boy, punching his teacher’s chest. “I won’t let you go.” Replied Léopold. Soon the punches were replaced by long and uncontrollable sobs. Alexander couldn’t stop crying. These arms were all he needed. Since always. He relaxed so much that he didn’t even realize his own arms grasping his teacher’s sweater. He needed someone to save him for so long now. “It’s over now, kid. I won’t let you go.” Léopold said, softly. He felt he couldn’t let the kid go. For the boy. But also for him. Léopold already knew at that moment that he couldn’t let Alexander go, whatever decision he would take. “I’m sorry…” cried Alexander. “It’s okay, my boy. You just had an accident; it happens. Now it’s over.” “I didn’t want to pee my pants. I tried, I swear…” the teen said, in a sob. “I know, kid. Next time, just ask me for the loo before you go in your panties. It’s always better to pee in the toilet instead of your pants, isn’t it?” Leopold said, gently. “I’m sorry. I thought I could hold it.” Alexander murmured, grasping even harder his teacher’s back. “Stop apologising, Alexander. It’s over now. I’m sure we will find dry pants at the infirmary, then we’ll continue our conversation before you take your final decision.” Reassured the man. Ruffling the boy’s curled hair, the teacher could feel Alexander calming down. The sobs were more and more distant. But the boy’s head was more and more sunk into his chest. “I don’t need to discuss more… Please be my dad.” The teen said nervously. Léopold’s ruffle suddenly stopped. He just couldn’t believe Alexander’s words. He was going to be a dad. His dad. “Don’t think that we are done talking just because you took your decision, my boy.” The teacher said. But the authority wasn’t even here. He was too happy at that moment to play the teacher. Now, he was already a dad. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 (Here it is, finally! (:) After a moment, Leopold and Alexander broke the embrace, not without a little regret. The boy was looking at his shoes, trying to hide his red and wet face. He was ashamed of his lack of control. He didn’t manage to hold neither his pee nor his tears from getting out… Léopold himself had almost forgot about the accident for a moment. The boy’s wet pants made him realized how embarrassed his student should feel. “Come on, boy. Let’s go to the infirmary, I’m sure we can find some trousers for you.” The teacher said while putting an arm around the boy’s shoulders. They cross the empty hallway and tumbled down the stairs to the infirmary. Alexander was hiding himself against his teacher in fear to meet a student. He couldn’t bare the idea of someone spreading all around the school that he peed his pants. Everybody would see that he was not the rebel he claimed to be. Hopefully, nobody came across. As they entered the room, Leopold almost smiled thinking that it would be the first time the nurse would see Alexander coming in here because of a pee accident and not because of his usual wounds of fights. But as soon as the nurse saw Alexander’s state, she immediately crossed over her desk and took the boy to the other room in an accustomed and indifferent attitude. Leopold was surprised by her professional behaviour, she reacted as she was confronted to that kind of incidents every day. After his first surprise, Leopold was thankful that she didn’t make any difference between students. He waited a few minutes alone before the nurse came back with Alexander in a pair of clean jeans. Before she came behind her desk again, she said gently to the boy: “I’ll see you again soon, Alexander”. “Thank you, Laura” said Leopold before taking the boy out. He kept wondering why she was that kind to Alexander when she had to take care of his anger issues and several injuries almost every week. But he thought it was not the time for questions, and brought the boy back to his office. While he was about to go back to his seat, Alexander suddenly stopped his movement. He had forgot about the little puddle of pee stagnating on the chair. His teacher reacted immediately and brought out a rag out a cupboard and hurried to wipe the rests of the accident. “I’m so sorry…” murmured the boy, shamefully. “Don’t worry about it anymore, boy. As I already told you, accidents happen.” Leopold replied softly, “Now sit, please. We still have some things to figure out and we don’t have much time.” He continued, looking at his watch. Leopold served himself and Alexander a glass of water before seating back to his own chair. He gave the boy a serious gaze. “As you know already, you have to give the headmaster your final answer by 5. So, I repeat the question: Are you sure you want me to be your guardian ?” the teacher asked, seriously. “Yes, I’m sure. Are you?” said the teen, looking back into his teacher’s eyes. “I am sure.” He answered with a smile. “You will come into my house tomorrow, after the end of class. Tonight you will have to get all your stuff ready to move out. Is that okay with you so far?” he asked. “Yes.” Alexander said. “Good. We don’t have much time to talk about the rules and the rights while you will be under my full authority. But, there is one thing to know already: the absolute rule is when I say no, it is NO. Don’t even try to exceed or break this rule or you will be severely punished. Is that clear?” Asked the teacher with a threatening voice. “Yes, it is clear.” Answered softly Alexander, with a point of fear in his voice. “Good. Tomorrow we will have more time to discuss, I promise. However, if you already worry about the possible dissension between us living together – maybe you will prefer the orphanage after facing my severity –, you will have one month try before deciding if you want to stay or not. Nevertheless, during this month you will be under my guard, fully and completely. Understood?” asked Leopold “Yes, sir.” Answered Alexander. “Alright, then. If you think about any question at all, or any request, write them down tonight and we will discuss it tomorrow night, at home.” The teacher said, more kindly. As Alexander heard his teacher saying “home” he felt a sudden heat in his stomach. He would discover a home, a real home. He could feel the corners of his mouth raising slowly on the cheeks. Leopold felt a real joy noticing the boy’s smile. He realised that he wanted to see it every day. He let Alexander lost himself in his thoughts for a few seconds, but he had to break the sudden joy... They went to the headmaster’s office to officialise their arrangement. Alexander’s tutor was there too. He seemed happy to know that the boy was going to know an other home than the orphanage. And he was also happy for himself… He wouldn’t have to be ruled by Alexander’s terrible temperament any longer. He promised to be at Leopold’s house tomorrow night with the adoption’s contract. Alexander was going to stay in school until his disciplinary audience, planed for a couple of weeks from today. It was around six o’clock when Leopold and Alexander left the office. They looked at each other with an intrigued gaze. They were both different from now on. Alexander was not just a student anymore. Leopold was not just a teacher anymore. “I’ll see you tomorrow, boy. Have a good night.” Said Leopold with a little embarrassment. “Yeah… Good night, professor.” Said Alexander, even more embarrassed. As Alexander went back to his room, he couldn’t realize this was his last night here. He suddenly felt emotional. He dreamt so many times to get out of here. And now it was finally his last night… He couldn’t fall asleep this night. He had too much in his mind. His head was full of questions. How was it going to be? Would his teacher be happy with him? And would he be happy with his teacher? The day after, Alexander was very tired. He didn’t sleep much and couldn’t focus on his classes. He couldn’t wait to discover his new home. But in the same time, he was feeling frightened. And all the questions his comrades asked him all day about the accident with Mr. Bryant the day before were beginning to try his patience… During French class, he couldn’t look at his teacher. He was petrified by Mr. Blanchot’s gaze. He could feel his heart beat strong, and his face was constantly blushing. His best friends looked at him with curiosity. Alexander never showed any trouble before, he was usually so proud and strong. And when his best friend Ben asked him what was going on, Alex refused to answer. At the end of classes, the boy didn’t even say goodbye and rushed out of class in silence, despite his friends calling after him. He didn’t know where to wait for his teacher and decided to go to his office. It took him a few seconds before knocking on the door. Mr. Blanchot opened to him with a smile. “Are you ready to go? Shall we get your stuff and go home?” the teacher asked. “Yes, let’s go.” Answered Alexander, timidly. Léopold was surprised by the small amount of luggage the boy had. Alexander clearly had nothing. The teacher took the small suitcase in his hand and they went to the parking. The drive home was almost silent. Alexander answered his teacher’s questions only by a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. He felt completely shut off. Mr. Blanchot lived in a quiet area, not far from the centre of the town. He parked in front of a lovely little house. It looked like a little cottage. Alexander could feel warmer just by looking at its façade. It was hard for him to believe that it was going to become his home. Léopold got out of the car and invited the boy, who seemed statued on his seat. “Come on, it’s cold outside.” The teacher said gently. The boy followed the man, mechanically. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. His teacher showed him the entire house, ending the tour by the boy’s room. If the house looked already warm and cosy, it was his bedroom that impressed Alexander the most. It was a simple room with a large bed, a spacious desk and many bookshelves. In the middle of the room was a big red carpet that seemed so mellow and comfortable. There was a window overlooking a small flowery garden. “Here is your room. There is not much in it, but we have plenty of time to decorate it to your taste.” The teacher said. “Do you like it?” he asked, a bit anxious. “It’s amazing…” said the boy, stunned. “I… I never thought I would ever have a real room like that. Thank you, sir.” He continued, suddenly feeling emotional. “I’m happy you like it. You should unpack your bag and make yourself at home. I’m going to prepare us a snack. And, by the way… Try not to call me sir in here. I’m not your teacher in this house. You can call me Léopold, or Leo if you like.” His teacher said while leaving the room. The boy took some time to look all around, looking in every corners. The room was so warm, so welcoming. He finally unpacked his clothes to put them in the commode. He hesitated for a moment. He had to find his teacher downstairs, in the kitchen. He was not feeling at ease to go through a house that was not his, not yet. But he seemed to be the only one to feel troubled because Léopold welcomed his student with a large smile. He was setting the table. “Come and sit. Do you like pancakes?” Léopold asked. “Yes, I love it.” The boy answered, feeling suddenly calmer. Léopold joined Alexander and they start to eat. First, they were silent, but it didn’t last long. “Why did you punch Mr. Bryant yesterday?” the teacher asked suddenly. “He said horrible things to me, I just couldn’t let him insult me that way. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re wondering.” The boy replied, harshly. “I won’t talk about this incident in the future, because I think we need to start fresh. But, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. If that happens again, you will regret it this time, trust me. » he said, severely. “Yes, sir.” They were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. The orphanage tutor was coming to make them sign the adoption’s contract. Léopold didn’t hesitate a second and signed the papers quickly. But Alexander felt his hands shaking while taking the pen. He soon felt a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay to be afraid.” His teacher said, reassuring. The boy suddenly calmed down. He could feel that everything was going to be okay from now on. As soon as the kid’s tutor went away, Léopold put the boy to work. The teacher himself sat down back at the table and opened his laptop to work on his own homework. It was weird for Alexander to be working with his teacher by his side. It was comfortable. Leopold looked over the boy’s shoulder from time to time, he was checking that Alexander was doing his work. When the boy finished his exercises, the teacher asked him to hand over his work. “I don’t need you to check my homework, sir. I’m 14 years’ old you know.” The boy said. “4 or 14 years’ old, I check your homework. It’s not about your age, Alexander. You are under my responsibility, and as so, I will overlook your homework. End of discussion.” The teacher replied. Alexander handed over his exercise books and his homework notebook, not without a certain anxiety. He was a brilliant student, but completely disorganized. The adult went rapidly through the books and closed them. “It’s okay for tonight, it’s late. But I notice that you could improve in maths and history. On the other hand, in English and in French it’s good. We’ll talk about the state of your books another time.” He said, giving the books back to Alexander. He noticed the boy’s hands shaking a little bit. Léopold immediately put a warm hand on his student arm. “Put your books away, and come sit a second.” The teacher demanded softly. “It’s all right, boy. You don’t have to fear anything. » he continued as the boy sat in front of him. “I’m sorry… I’m not used to… all that…” the boy replied, confused. “I know. It will take some time, but I know it’s all going to be fine.” Said the man. “Yeah.” replied Alexander, standing up hastily. He was not used to the constant support his teacher was giving him. The boy suddenly wanted to crawl under the sofa, where no one could notice him. “Can I go to my room?” he asked, wanted to hide. “Sure, go ahead. I will prepare dinner and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” The man answered. They ate silently. The boy was shutting himself again. He needed time to feel legitimate to be here. He was so used to being alone. How could it be right to be here? His teacher must have understood what was going into the boy’s mind because he didn’t break the silence. When they both finished their plate, the adult started to clear the table, and noticed that the boy didn’t dare to move. “Go and brush your teeth and put your pyjamas on. You are allowed to read until 10 p.m., then sleep.” Alexander wanted to protest, but he didn’t dare to do so. He never went to sleep that early! It was 8 o’clock and he was going to sleep… What a change! As the boy was reading one of his favourite book, Harry Potter, he heard someone knocking softly on his door. “Yes?” he invited despite his feeling of embarrassment. “It’s 10 p.m., Alexander. It’s time to go to sleep.” The adult said softly while coming up to the bed. The boy didn’t understand why his teacher was coming up to him before Léopold sat on his bed, before he tucked him up and put a hand on his shoulder. “Good night, dear boy.” Léopold said. “Good night.” The teen replied, bushing. When the teacher left the room, Alexander suddenly felt terribly embarrassed, and in the same time, he felt a bit sad that his teacher already left. ‘Dear boy”! Nobody has ever called him that. Never. Weirdly, it was so soft to hear. The boy finally fell asleep half an hour later. This day had been emotionally rich, and he felt quite happy to be put in bed this early. The morning after, Alexander was not woken up by an horrible ringtone but by his teacher. The boy didn’t hear him coming into the room, but he could hear Léopold whispering softly to his hear: “It’s time to wake up, my boy”. After a few minutes, Alexander opened his eyes and finally realized that he was in his teacher’s house. His teacher looked at him with gentleness. But not only. There was some kind of worry in his gaze. At that moment, Alexander realized that his pyjamas were soaking wet. How did it happen? He couldn’t have wet the bed! He suddenly felt his cheeks burning with shame. His eyes began to get wet as well. “I… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” The boy said with tears. “You wet your bed. But it’s all right, it happens. You want to tell me why it happened?” asked his teacher softly. “…” “You couldn’t remember where the toilets are? Or maybe you were afraid to go there alone in the dark?” Léopold asked. “No! I don’t know… I didn’t feel anything. It was an accident, sir. I didn’t mean to do it.” Said the boy in a sob. “All right, all right, my boy. It’s okay. It can happen to anyone to have a little accident, there’s no need to cry. » his teacher replied, gently. Léopold wiped the boy’s tears with his hands in the biggest sweetness. But the boy moved back, suspicious. He was definitely not used to his teacher’s tenderness. “I’ll let you get up and clean yourself. Leave the bed that way, I’ll take care of it. Breakfast is ready downstairs.” Said the teacher, getting up and leaving the room. “Thank you… Léopold.” The boy replied. The adult turned back at him and smiled. At that time, the boy knew he had taken the good decision. He knew Mr. Blanchot was the one. He was only worrying that Léopold would change his mind… Maybe his teacher was having doubts now. If Mr. Blanchot accepted to be his ‘dad’, it certainly was because Alexander was not a child anymore and that he wouldn’t have to deal with childish things. But now? Would the bedwetting made him change his mind? Alexander was blaming himself for wetting the bed… Why did he peed himself? He thought he needed to apologize, to move out the sheets quickly. He wanted to deal with it as if he was still alone. He couldn’t bare the idea of disappointing Mr. Blanchot. He couldn’t bear the idea of being a burden. He quickly stood up, disgusted by the pee all over his bottom. He took his wet sheets, lifted the bed and turned it back. He opened the window to air the room and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. He took more time to wash his sheets and pyjamas than himself… As he was wringing the sheets, he heard his teacher calling him. “Alexander! Come eat your breakfast, we’re going to be late for school!” “I’m coming!” answered the teen. The boy got out of the bathroom after checking that everything was in its place. He quickly went to his room to hang out the sheets on the window before coming to the kitchen. He discovered a table full of different things: cereals, fresh bread, pancakes, and different sorts of jam. “Sit down. What would you like to eat?” asked the teacher. “Er… I usually don’t eat in the morning.” The teen answered. « Well, kid, I’m warning you, breakfast is sacred in this house and therefore mandatory.” Replied the adult, threatening. “All right… I’ll take a pancake then.” Said Alexander while grabbing a pancake and spread some strawberry jam over it. Léopold pour some orange juice in two glasses and hand one to the boy before sitting in front of him and buttered some slices of fresh bread. He then dipped his bread into a mug of smoking coffee. “You really are French!” said Alexander, looking at his teacher’s breakfast. “Haha! Yes, I am!” Léopold replied in a smile. “When you’ll eat my aunt’s pain perdu, you will understand why.” he continued. “You’re thinking of taking me to France one day?” the teen asked, already excited. ‘It will be your gift for your trial period. If you decide to stay here, of course.” The adult replied while filling the boy’s glass with orange juice. “Stop making me drink or I’ll explode!” the teen said, already regretting his words. He had almost forgotten last night’s accident. He suddenly felt his cheeks turning red. Léopold must have noticed it because he smiled gently. “I’m going to change your sheets before we go. Finish your breakfast.” Said Léopold while standing up. “There’s no need to… I washed my sheets under the shower and hanged them out on the window.” The teen answered in a rustle while lowering his head. “Pardon me?” asked his teacher, confused. “I… I didn’t want to make you did it. So, I did it. » Léopold sat next to him and looked at the boy insistently. “We have a washing machine, you know. I showed you the laundry yesterday night.” The teacher said with incomprehension. « I… I forgot. » the boy said, lying. “Ah. You forgot.” Said Léopold, laconically. Suddenly, Alexander saw his teacher standing up and come crouching very next to him. He could feel the man taking softly his chin in his hand. The boy couldn’t look at him. His heart was beating too hard. He felt afraid of his teacher’s gaze. He was not ready for all that. But it seemed that Mr. Blanchot was going to oblige him… The boy didn’t even try to get out of his teacher’s grip, he knew he would lose anyway. He was feeling like a marionette. “Look at me, boy.” Léopold ordered. The second Alexander looked at the man, he couldn’t help but avoid the gaze. He was not feeling capable to sustain that gaze. He was trying, but it was like his pupils were burning at the contact of his teacher’s eyes. He felt like crying now. « Didn’t I tell you to leave your bed as it was this morning?” Léopold asked softly. The boy shrugged his shoulders, shaking. « This is not your role to deal with this things, Alexander. You are the kid and I am the adult. You have to understand that you are not lonely anymore. Do you understand?” he continued. Alexander couldn’t answered. He didn’t know what to reply. “It’s not by hiding your wet sheets that you will manage to hide the very fact that you are a child, my boy.” The man pursued. That was it; Alexander could feel a tear rolling on his cheek. “I am here to take care of you. I’m here to worry, to comfort you, to take you in my arms when you have an accident, to give you a spank when you do stupid things. I am here.” Léopold said while drying Alexander’s second tear. « I… I just wanted it to be over… I wanted to forget… » the boy said with a lump in his throat. The teen could feel he was losing control, again. He started to cry like a child. As Léopold softly ordered Alexander to come into his arms, the boy felt diving into them. ‘I’m crying on my teacher’s shoulder because I peed my bed. What a regression…’ thought the boy. He wanted to break the embrace. He wanted to say no! But he felt completely incapable of doing so. He was losing himself in his new dad’s arms. Alexander could feel his teacher’s arms holding him tight, one hand softly caressing his back. He could hear Mr. Blanchot rasping voice repeating “I am here, boy. Calm down”. After a few minutes, Alexander’s sobs calmed down. Little by little, Léopold released the boy from his embrace. “I’m sorry.” Finally said the teen. “What are you sorry for, my boy?” the man asked gently. “For crying. And… to have wet the bed…” the boy answered, shamefully. “You don’t have to apologize. You have the right to cry, my boy. And about the bedwetting, you must not feel guilty. As I already said to you, accidents happen. It is not your fault. Understood?” the man said, serious. The boy nodded while sniffling. He felt like crap. He was not as strong as he thought he was. But he also realized that being incapable when someone gives you a hand was sometimes comforting…. Edited February 27, 2016 by Valandrea (see edit history)
Here is the next chapter ! I hope you will like it. :) Chapter 4 The week that followed the bed accident went calmly. Alexander and Léopold were learning to live together. The teen didn’t even had anger crisis yet. He seemed to put a lot of efforts to behave himself. Sometimes, he still shut himself from his teacher, but the man could see he was really trying to make this new family working. Léopold was happy to see that the bedwetting had not last. After the first night, the boy had woke up in dry pyjamas. The man was relieved. This Saturday night, Alexander and Léopold watched a movie, eating popcorn. Of course, the boy’s choice of dvd had not surprised the teacher: Fight Club. Then, they went to sleep, following the same chucking up and kissing on the forehead habit. It was around 12 a.m. and Léopold couldn’t go to sleep. He was turning in his bed for almost an hour now. He gave up and decided to go to the living room to work on an article he had to give to the University of Glasgow. He sometimes had insomnia and he always worked better during the night. He went down the stairs very quietly, not willing to wake up the boy. When he was finally downstairs, Léopold prepared himself a cup of coffee and sat at the living-room table with his laptop and his books. After about an hour, the man heard some steps on the stairs. Apparently the boy couldn’t sleep as well. At first, the boy didn’t realize that he was not alone in the room. Léopold looked at him, confused. Alexander was holding a big amount of sheets in his arms, which was almost big enough to hide the small boy completely. Suddenly Alexander noticed the light was on. He turned on himself and looked around until facing his teacher’s gaze. Alexander startled and felt blushing. He gripped his amount of sheets more tightly. “What on earth are you doing, Alexander?” asked Léopold with incomprehension. “I… I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do the laundry…” replied the boy, feeling his heart beat fast. “You decided to do the laundry at 2 a.m.?” the man continued, astounded. “Yeah… I didn’t want to wake you up in the morning so… I wanted to do it while you were asleep…” answered Alexander, feeling about to cry. “Er… Okay then.” The adult said, surprised by the boy’s sudden need of cleanliness. He couldn’t be mad at Alexander for doing the laundry after all. “Let me help you with that, and then back to bed.” He pursued while standing up. “No!” screamed Alexander, standing back furiously. He was starting to feel tears filling up his eyes. Léopold stopped his movement, surprised. Maybe it was because of the late hour, but he couldn’t understand the fear in the boy’s eyes. And then it hit him, Alexander was hiding something in those sheets. He suddenly thought of the worst. Cigarettes? Alcohol? Drugs? “Let go of these sheets now, Alexander!” Léopold said while coming toward the boy, threatening. “No… Please…” replied the boy, shaking. But he couldn’t stand his teacher’s gaze any longer. He felt his hands loosen. The amount of linen fell on the floor in a matt noise. Léopold immediately went through the sheets, but he stopped his gest almost at the same time. There were not only sheets but also panties in the pile. Wet panties, and wet sheets. The man raised frowning eyebrows to the boy. Léopold didn’t understand. He was expecting bad boy stuff, and he was facing a child issue. The boy was now crying silently, looking at his feet. “Why… Why didn’t you say anything, Alexander?” the man asked, confused. “I… I’m sorry…” the boy replied, shaking. “No… I’m not scolding you, boy. I just want to understand.” Léopold said, regretting his last words. The boy could feel his legs weaken. But before falling on the floor, his teacher grabbed him and raised him in his arms. Alexander instantly closed his own arms around the man’s neck. He could feel lumps in his throat. “It’s all right, babe.” Léopold said, surprised by the spontaneity of his own choice of surname. “Cry, my dear boy. It’s all right.” He pursued, softly. With the boy in his arms, Léopold sat down in an armchair. He shaved Alexander’s back until the boy calmed down. The adult could feel all the sadness leaving the boy’s body. He suddenly looked so small, so vulnerable. Léopold wanted to slap himself. How could he have not noticed the teen’s fragility? Soon, the boy fell asleep in his teacher’s arms. Léopold brought him back to his room and tried to put the boy in his bed, but the boy’s grip on the adult’s neck didn’t weaken. The man finally decided to stay in the boy’s bed for the night, not willing to wake him up. He fell asleep quickly, with the boy on his chest. When Alexander woke up this morning he could feel his eyes hurting. He had cried a lot the night before… The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was his teacher sleeping in his bed. The boy suddenly felt so small beside this tall adult man. He knew he should be ashamed for having slept into his teacher’s arms that night, but he couldn’t stop feeling happy. At least until he realized his pyjamas were wet… He wanted to slap his own face. But he only moaned softly. Not softly enough apparently, the boy could see his teacher opening his eyes. When Léopold woke up, he smiled happily to Alexander. He had a great sleep and almost forgot about last night. But he realized quickly that the boy was looking sad. “What is it, my boy? Did you have a nightmare?” the man asked, worried. Alexander seemed incapable to talk. He was about to cry, again. “I…” he started. But it was too late. He began to sob. “Alexander? What is it?” the adult asked. “I’m sorry.” The boy answered, punching his duvet. He suddenly looked so mad at himself. It was only when Léopold took the boy back to his chest that he understood. He could feel the back of the boy’s pyjamas; the boy had peed himself. “It’s all right, my boy. Calm down.” The man said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He continued, standing up. But the boy didn’t seem to be able to move. His teacher took the boy’s hands and tried to put him on his feet, but Alexander looked like he had lost all energy. Léopold didn’t take time to think more, he raised the teen in his arms and took him to the bathroom. Without letting the boy, the man ran the shower. Finally, Léopold put Alexander down, softly. The boy was still crying. “It’s over, Alexander. You need to clean up now.” The adult said taking the boy’s chin in his hand. But Alexander didn’t react. He felt like he was empty of energy. His teacher removed the boy’s shirt and his trousers. But Alexander still stood there, with no reaction. It was only when his teacher wet his face with a cold washcloth that the boy started to wake up. Alexander suddenly saw his teacher’s gaze; it was full of sweetness, but there was also worry in it. “It’s all right, boy. It’s over. Go in the shower now. I bring you some clothes. Understood?” the man asked, troubled. The boy nodded. When his teacher left the room he finally found enough energy to go under the hot shower. When Alexander got out, he found clean clothes on the floor. He quickly dressed up and went downstairs, anxious. His teacher was waiting for him at the kitchen table, he prepared breakfast. “Come, my boy. Pancakes again, this morning?” Léopold asked. “Yes… Thank you.” Alexander answered, still blushing. They sat in front of their breakfast and began eating silently. But Léopold didn’t want to ignore what happened. They had to talk about all this. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, Alexander, but we need to.” Began Léopold. “I noticed that there were four pairs of sheets and four panties in the pile of linen. And it’s been four nights since your first bedwetting accident. It means that you have peed your bed every night since you are here. Am I wrong?” the adult asked, gently. “…” “I don’t want to scold you for wetting your bed. I only want you to tell me the truth, boy. I can’t stand lies. And I can’t stand the idea of you dealing with this bedwetting problem alone. Do you understand?” the man pursued. “Yes…” whispered the boy. “I never want to see you hide wet sheets again. Is that clear?” said Léopold, serious. “Yes, sir.” Answered the boy. “Good. Now, I have to ask you if this kind of accidents happened in the past. Did you ever peed the bed before?” asked the teacher softly. “No!” screamed Alexander, his cheeks burning. “Calm down, boy. I’m just trying to understand what is going on, that’s all.” The man said. “I didn’t wet my bed before.” The teen replied, harshly. “All right, boy. Then, could you tell me, in your opinion, why it happens?” The man asked, gently. “I don’t know!” the boy replied, angry. “Are you scared in your new room?” the teacher asked. “No! I’m not a kid!” replied Alexander. “You are a kid, and it’s all right to be.” Said the man. “Now, tell me, do you have nightmares?” he pursued after a silence. “Sometimes. I mean, like every one!” “Do you have nightmares since you arrived in this house?” continued the man. “Not really.” Said the boy looking annoyed by the conversation. “I need to understand what’s going on, my boy, otherwise I won’t be able to help you.” Léopold said softly. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore! I don’t need your help!” screamed Alexander, standing up. “Listen carefully, boy. As long as you will be a child, you will need my help. And the very fact that you peed your bed from the first night in this house shows that you are indeed a child.” The teacher said, sharply. “Now sit back down, please.” He pursued. The boy sat back on his chair, crossing his arms with anger. “In my opinion, all these changes you are living since the beginning of the week confuse you. You need some time to adapt. And I’m sure that once you’ll feel more comfortable with this new situation you will stop peeing your bed. I’m sure it won’t last, my boy. But until then, I want you to tell me when it happens, all right?” the man said, softly. He didn’t wait for an answer he knew was not going to come. “You shouldn’t be worrying about all this. I’m sure it is just a phase of transition. And I’m here to help to go through this phase.” He pursued. They remained silent for a moment, until Alexander asked to leave the table. The boy went to his room and decided to do his homework to change his mind. When he entered his room, he noticed his bed was clean again. He sat at the desk and started to work on his English assignment for the day after. About an hour later, he heard his teacher knocking on his door. “Yes?” he invited, timidly. “I have to run some errands. Will you be okay on your own during half an hour?” Léopold asked. “Of course.” The teen replied. “I’ll be back soon. Do not make stupid things while I’m gone.” The man said while getting out. Half an hour later, Léopold came back. It was time to prepare lunch. “Alexander, come eat please.” Called Léopold from the kitchen. As the teen arrived, he could see sandwiches on the table. But he could also notice a huge plastic bag on the floor. He was too curious to know what was inside to hold his tongue. “What did you buy?” the teen asked, sitting in front of his teacher. “I bought bed pads. It’s a sort of plastic sheet that you put under the sheets to protect the mattress if you pee your bed. That way you won’t wet your mattress if you have an accident at night.” The man replied. “Oh…” Alexander said, feeling ashamed. He wouldn’t have thought that his accidents would lead to a bed pad… The teen couldn’t even look at the plastic bag anymore. He felt so ashamed. Like for the little kids he had to protect his bed. If only his friends knew… “The headmaster has send me an email, your disciplinary hearing is next Wednesday. You and I will have to prepare yourself for it.” Léopold said suddenly. “What will I have to say?” the teen asked, happy to change the subject. “A few people will ask some questions about your behaviour in school and you will have to convince them that you are sorry about what you have done in the past and that you will behave from now on. You will have to stay very calm and very cooperative if you want to stay in school.” The teacher said, serious. “You will be there too?” he asked with a light of hope in his eyes. “Yes, I will. I will try to convince them to let you stay as well.” “Will I have to apologize again to Bryant?” the teen asked, annoyed. “Mister Bryant.” Rectified Léopold. “And yes, you will have to apologize again. You will have to look very sorry if you want to have a chance to stay in school.” Answered Léopold. “I’ll do my best.” Said Alexander. The next few days went by as usual. Alexander wet his bed every night, and he gave up the idea of hiding it. His teacher woke him up every morning and looked at his sheets every time. Alexander was now used to be crying a little in his teacher’s arms after his accidents. However, Tuesday night was a bit different. It was the night before his audience, and Alexander went to bed feeling anxious. He woke up in a scream at 2 a.m. in the morning. He had a horrible nightmare. The audience went really badly and Léopold kicked him out of his home, not willing to deal with a delinquent. When he woke up, Alexander could feel sweat in his back. He felt completely lost. But a second after, he saw his teacher coming to him. He didn’t understand why but he almost ran into his teacher’s arms. At that moment he realized that it was not only sweat in his back… He had peed himself again. Léopold took him into the bathroom and helped the boy clean up and change the sheets before putting him back to bed. The teen fell asleep in his teacher’s arms quickly. The next morning, when Léopold woke him up, the boy had almost forgotten about his nightmare. But then he felt his wet sheets under him. It made him remember of his accident during the night. He realized that he had peed his bed twice this time… Léopold didn’t say anything and helped him clean up as usual and waited for him in the kitchen for breakfast. As the boy sat down in front of him, Léopold could see Alexander’s reddened eyes. The boy had cried a lot. “Are you anxious about the audience, boy? Is that why you had a nightmare?” he asked softly. “Yeah. I don’t want to be expelled…” Alexander replied, trembling. “It’s all going to be fine. You just need to be honest.” Said the man, reassuring. “I… I know I’m a disappointment. I don’t want you to expel me…” he admitted, lowering his head. “What nonsense are you saying, my boy? You are no disappointment! And I will never expel you, whatever happens! Do you understand?” the man said, serious. “You say that but… Last night…” continued the boy. “What about last night? You had a nightmare, what’s wrong about that?” Léopold said, confused. “You said that my accidents wouldn’t last… And I peed my bed twice…” the teen said in a voice broken with emotion. “Oh, my boy. You had a nightmare. And you were anxious about the audience. Don’t worry about it anymore.” The man said softly. “The audience will go just fine and all will be forgotten, I promise.” He continued with a smile. They ate quickly and headed to school. In the car, Léopold could see Alexander’s hands stir. The boy was clearly nervous. “It’s all going to be all right, boy.” The man said while parking in front of the school. They walked silently in the corridors and stopped in front of a door. “I will be seating just in front of you. Try to stay calm. If you feel nervous, just look at me. I’ll be there during the whole meeting.” The man said, taking the boy’s chin in his hand. Alexander felt like he was about to cry. He didn’t know why it scared him that much, but he could feel his heart beat strongly. They entered the room together. There was the headmaster, Mr. Bryant, the school’s psychologist, his English teacher and a woman he didn’t know. She was the one to talk. “Hello Mr Blanchot. Hello Alexander. Alexander, you can sit here.” She said, pointing a desk in front of them all. Léopold had join his colleagues in front of him. Alexander sat down, glad to notice that the desk hided his nervous legs. He couldn’t help but shake. “I am Mrs Adam, I am from the rectorate and I am here to lead this meeting. I will ask you some questions, and at the end, we will decide of you to stay in this school or to leave. Do you understand?” she asked, gently. “Yes, I understand.” He replied, timidly. As he answered, Alexander felt a small pinch in his bladder. He suddenly realized that he had not gone to the bathroom before the audience. He was feeling so anxious that he had forgotten he had to pee. The stress didn’t help him to keep his bladder calm. “You know why you are here, don’t you?” the lady continued. “Yes, I know.” He said. “You are here because you hit your maths teacher, Mr Bryant. Do you realize that it is very serious?” she asked. “I do. I’m very sorry to have done it.” Alexander said, putting a hand on his crotch. He could feel his bladder pinching harder now. Hopefully, nobody could see his hands under the desk. He looked at Léopold in despair, but the man just smiled at him softly. “We already heard what Mr Bryant had to say about the incident. We want your version of the facts now. Can you explain to us what happened?” she asked. “I was in class and Mr Bryant had gave us an exercise on equations. There was a question I didn’t understand so I raised my hand and asked him if he could explain to me. First, he ignored me. So I repeated my question. And then, he said that I had nothing to do in school, that I was a stupid kid that deserves to be put back in the streets. And then… I hit him.” Admitted Alexander. As he finished his sentence, the boy could feel a drop of pee leaking in his panties. He immediately grabbed his crotch with both his hands. He could not have an accident right now… “Do you think Mr Bryant deserved to be punched?” she continued while taking notes. “I…” he hesitated. “I should have gone to the principal instead of punching Mr Bryant. I shouldn’t punch anybody.” He replied, feeling a second drop wet his panties. “That’s right, you shouldn’t have punch your teacher.” She said. “Do you regret what you did?” “I do, madam.” Alexander said. “I’m sorry Mr Bryant. I shouldn’t have punched you.” He added, looking at his maths teacher. He didn’t even believe even a second in what he was saying, but he wanted to get out of here so much that he didn’t care about lying. He had to get out before peeing his pants. He moaned silently while feeling a small spurt wetting his bottom. “I am happy you realize your fault, Alexander.” She said gently. “But I can see on your file that this is not the first time you become violent in school.” “I know… I’m sorry.” He said, tears in his eyes. He could feel his bums wet. He was so desperate to pee. He started to wriggle on his chair, trying to stop his need. “Do you think that violence is a consequence of the way you lived before? Because you had no parent to look after you?” she asked. “I… I don’t know…” he answered, completely focused on his crotch. He was squeezing his penis with all his strength, but he could still feel some drops coming out. “I heard that you have moved to Mr Blanchot’s house last week. And that no incident happened since. Do you feel calmed down?” “Yes. I am very happy to be with him. I don’t want to be expelled… It’s like I have a…” he suddenly stopped, feeling a long spurt wetting his panties. He was sure now that his jeans would show a spot of pee… How would he be able to hide it? “Yes?” “Er… It’s like I have… a family now.” He continued, feeling his cheeks blushing. “Do you feel that it is what you have missed?” “I…” he started, but he felt like losing control of his bladder. He could feel successive spurts wetting his panties. Even when he tried to scissor his legs, the spurts of pee didn’t stop. “I’m sorry…” he said, starting to cry. Hopefully, the flow stop before wetting the floor. “What are you sorry about, Alexander?” she asked, worried. “I’m sorry that I am still a child in the end.” He answered, sobbing. “Do you mean that you needed someone like Mr Blanchot to treat you like a child?” “Yes…” “Listen, Alexander. I understand that your live was complicated and that you reacted with violence to protect yourself. I can understand. But now I need to know that you will behave. You are a smart student, it would be a shame to waste your possibilities. Don’t you think?” she asked. Alexander nodded. He couldn’t talk. He looked at his pants in fear. He could see a large patch pee in the front of his trousers, and could feel that it was even worse on the back. When he looked at Léopold, he could see his teacher was worried. Everybody looked surprised and worried. They surely thought that Alexander was going to rebel himself, but instead of that he was looking completely vulnerable. “Can you promise me that you will never behave like that in the future?” she asked. “I promise.” He said. “That’s good. Now I will talk with your teachers alone. Can you wait outside until we make our decision?” she asked softly. Alexander suddenly felt his heart beat stronger. He couldn’t get up with his wet jeans in front of everybody! As the thought he released his crotch from his hands but immediately felt another long spurt wetting his trousers. He could feel the pee wetting his legs now. He managed to stop the flow with his hands, but if he tried to get up he knew that he couldn’t control anymore. “Alexander?” she asked. “I… I can’t.” The teen said in a whisper. He felt another spurt coming out of his penis. His panties were soaking wet. His bladder was hurting so badly. He wished he could be at home, alone with his teacher. He looked at him in complete despair. But Léopold didn’t understand. “Go and wait for us outside, boy.” Léopold said gently. The man wouldn’t have imagine that the boy would cry during the interview. He knew Alexander was anxious about it but he didn’t realize that it would make him miserable. Alexander couldn’t disobey his teacher. Léopold told him that he had to be cooperative during the audience… If he didn’t get up, what would happen? Would they forbid him to see Léopold again? He felt his cheeks blushing, his eyes filling up with tears. He could feel his bladder weakening. He wouldn’t make it to the toilets. He was going to have an accident in front of everyone. He tried to hold his pee with his hands tightened on his crotch. But the minute he rose from his chair he felt a long spurt coming out, running along his legs. He tried to stop the flow but it was already too late. He felt a succession of long spurts coming out. He couldn’t hold it any longer. A strong stream of pee hit the floor with noise as a large puddle surrounded his wet shoes. Everybody was looking at him with surprise. How come the biggest bad boy of the school could look so vulnerable? Alexander felt lumps in his throat. He had an accident during his disciplinary audience… But he soon felt an arm around his shoulder, leading him to the door. He could see Léopold’s sweet smile as they both disappeared in the corridor.
Here's a new chapter (finally!). I hope you will like it. Please let me know in a little review! :) Chapter 5 Léopold and Alexander were walking silently along the corridors toward the infirmary. Alexander was holding a scream in his throat. He wanted to be anywhere else but in school where he was exposed to every gaze. His trousers were so wet from his accident that he couldn’t fool anyone. He had to refrain his need to cry. He had to hold the madness that was threatening to invade him. Léopold’s hand pushing him gently but firmly toward helped him keeping the control over himself. Hopefully they were walking fast and they didn’t meet any curious gaze. Léopold was panicking, he had to go back to the audience but he didn’t want to leave the child on his own. He knew the teen needed to be supported on this particular moment but he didn’t have time. He had to go back and defend Alexander’s case before Mr. Bryant claimed the child’s guilt. He had to make sure his child needs would be respected. When they finally arrived in front of the infirmary’s door Léopold waited a minute before knocking. He turned the boy to him and looked in his teary eyes with confidence. “I can’t stay with you, boy. You just wait for me here. I promise it will be all right. You did well in there. And don’t worry, this little accident will be soon forgotten. Go get cleaned up and wait for me, I’ll pick you up soon to go hear the final judgement and then we’ll go straight home. Ok?” Léopold said softly. Alexander couldn’t say a word, the enormous lump in his throat was threatening to explode. He simply nodded his head before entering into the room. As the first time Léopold took Alexander to the infirmary, the nurse looked completely used to the scene, as if it was a repeating scenario. “You know the way, dear.” She only said to Alexander with a smile. Léopold noticed Alexander’s cheeks reddened before he disappeared behind the curtains where the beds and the bathroom were situated. He clearly didn’t have time to ask for any information on what seemed to be a habit to Alexander and the nurse, he had to save the kid’s future from Mr. Bryant’s crave of revenge. When he finally entered the audience room again everyone inside went quiet. Every conversations ended suddenly. The air was heavy and Mr. Bryant red face let Léopold know that there had been a conflict of opinion while he was out. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Mrs Adam invited him to join them for the discussion. Léopold sat back to his chair, ready to fight hard. “We already started the discussion while you were away, Mr Blanchot.” Said Mrs Adam “Mr Bryant is asking for the definitive exclusion of Alexander but Mr Carver, the English teacher, wishes to keep him schooled here. It would be lightening for everyone if you could share your experience with Alexander. It would help everybody to make a proper decision.” She continued. “Of course, I will help you as much as I can to give you all the informations you need. What do you want to know?” asked Léopold. “First of all, I would like to return to the incident we all witnessed here if you don’t mind?” asked the psychologist “I was very surprised. I participated to a lot of disciplinary audiences and I’ve seen a lot of stressed children but this difference of behaviour between the usual rebellious Alexander and the vulnerable Alexander we saw today is incredible. You lived with the boy for two weeks now. How would you explain Alexander’s behaviour during the audience?” she asked softly. “It is indeed incredible… The boy was faking for sure…” moaned Mr Bryant. “Unlike you, I would not say that Alexander’s vulnerability is incredible. On the contrary. Alexander is a teenager who lived multiple experiences of bad treatment in the past, he had to build himself on his own, and the only reaction he could have, until these last two weeks, was violence. As an alone child, left with no parental figure, he had no choice to express his vulnerability but with opposition. He always has seen himself as an abandoned child, a child that had to build himself against the untrustworthy adult. In other words, his only way to stand in life was to fight. What could he do besides that? Fall apart with no one looking at him? Letting himself be a child when no one would care for him? No. I want you to understand that Alexander had no choice but to express his child needs through violence. In the end, these two weeks made me realize that violence is exactly the same as this confession of weakness we all saw today. Since he is staying with me, I saw his violence turning into infantile acts. The difference is not in his acts, rebellion or vulnerability, but in the absence or the presence of the adult. You have to realize, as I did these past two weeks, that the responsibility is ours. Alexander has always been crying for help during these years of violence. He has not change, but the way we look at him does, his cries and his urinal accident are today’s crying for help. He finally can act like a child because we are looking at a child and no more at an only violent student. What changed is that he is finally authorized to be a kid, just a kid.” Said Léopold with confidence. “Are you saying that it is my fault if Alexander punched me?!” asked Mr Bryant banging his fist on the table. “I actually am. Not only yours, don’t get me wrong. But I am saying that Alexander’s past behaviour is all our fault, adults’ fault. It was said that you reacted to Alexander’s question during your class by a very negative response. If I remember well, you said to Alexander that his place was in the streets. You, the adult, refused to educate the child. You refused him the right to be in school, where children are considered as children under the stability of the adult. Moreover, you said to him that he belonged to the streets. The streets is a place, in the general representation that is, of instability and violence. The streets is a vacant place where you can’t be a child but only an independent fighter. In other words, you told him that he had no right to be educated, no right to be a child. I’m very sorry if that thought makes you responsible but I do believe that Alexander’s behaviour is a natural, and then excusable, consequence of your words, words that became an act of exclusion of the child from the children place.” Answered calmly Léopold. Mr. Bryant tried to confront Léopold with words but his only response was a terrible moan and a face reddening furiously. There was a heavy silence during which Mrs Adam took frantic notes on her notebook. Léopold looked around and noticed, besides Mr Bryant obvious rage, the psychologist sweet smile and a discreet wink of an eye from his colleague Mr Carver. “Before I give my final statement, I would like you to give me the outlines of your life with Alexander. How is it going? You said that you discovered a vulnerable child?” Mrs Adam asked. “At first Alexander fought a lot against his child’s needs. He was always so used to be suspicious about the adult figure that it took some time to make him believe that he could act as every child, to rest on me. But incrementally Alexander became more and more confident. The violence has been replaced by an extreme fragility. As I said earlier, Alexander is finally allowed to be a child and it’s a bit chaotic. He is experimenting his forbidden weakness and he is finally losing control. I sometimes feel like I am in front of an 8 years old kid, and sometimes the raging teen comes back. We are settling the balance between the early childhood he never experienced and the suspicious teenager he has been for too long. It’s a work in progress but Alexander is moving forward.” He answered. “When you are saying ‘early childhood’, could you tell us more specifically how it is manifesting in the daily life?” she asked. Léopold hesitated for a few seconds. He didn’t want to say this in front of Mr Bryant. He could easily imagine Mr Bryant using these informations to humiliate the kid in class. Mrs Adam understood Léopold’s reluctance and asked Mr Bryant to leave the room. “What you have witnessed today is not an isolated accident. Since the first night he slept at my house he has wet the bed. These accidents make him become very childish. He cries a lot after peeing the bed, it wakes up a profound wound. Moreover, he suddenly became in need of hugging and physical contacts in general. Every time it happens it seems that the boy is looking to make up for the lost times. Times of early childhood he never experienced.” He answered. “I see. I now understand your opinion about adult’s responsibility in Alexander’s behaviour. He seems to express a need that was waiting to be heard for a long time.” She said “And do you think that what you are offering Alexander will be enough to prevent his violent behaviour to come back?” she asked, serious. “I do, madam. I’m not saying that it will be easy nor that it will be instantly fixed, but I believe that with work Alexander will learn to be just a kid.” He answered. “Thank you, sir. I think we are done.” She said before inviting Mr Bryant in again. Mr Bryant seemed to be understanding very well that he had lost the battle. He sat back on his chair with a defeated attitude. “I will leave you for a few minutes to look over my note before my final statement. It will leave you enough time to get Alexander, Mr Blanchot.” She said before leaving the room followed by Léopold. Léopold felt confident on the way to the infirmary. He did his maximum to defend the boy’s needs. The teen that walked out the door seemed to feel the opposite, he had reddened eyes and his breathe was loud. “It will be all right, boy.” Said Léopold, reassuring. They walked fast, Léopold didn’t want to make a bad impression by arriving late. He didn’t notice the boy shaking nervously behind him. But he suddenly felt a timid and clammy hand tighten his own. He almost stop his walk with surprise. But he only tightened the boy’s hand in return, willing to share his own confidence. When they finally arrived in front of the audience room’s door Léopold tried to let go of Alexander’s hand but the boy’s grip went stronger. “I’m sorry Alexander but you will have to let go of Mr Blanchot’s hand just until the end of the audience.” Said a woman’s voice behind them. The boy startled at the interruption. He let go of his teacher’s hand with a little blush. “It will be quick, I promise.” She continued, gently. They all entered the room plunged into silence. Léopold sat to his chair while Mrs Adam stayed standing. Alexander went to his chair but suddenly blushed. He had almost forgotten his accident… The chair was completely wet with pee. He didn’t know what to do. He started panicking. What if his accident influenced the verdict? What if his wetting made them all want to kick him out of school? What if they suddenly all decided to kick him out of Mr Blanchot’s house as a punishment for his incapacity of holding his pee? He shook his head, it was not the time to panic. He rose his head to Léopold who immediately understood his discomfort and pointed another chair to the boy. Alexander was about to sit down on a dry chair when Mr Bryant interrupted his move. “Why don’t you sit back there?” he asked meanly “You’re afraid of wetting your pants again, Alexander?” he continued sadistically. Alexander suddenly felt his fists shake with hunger. He wanted to kill the man. What a fucking bitch, he thought. His heart was beating faster. He was already seeing the scenario in his head, the punch in Bryant’s big nose. The feeling of satisfaction by seeing the man bleed on the floor… “If you can’t stand the boy in front of you, you should just get out Mr Bryant.” Said Léopold, interrupting Alexander’s fantasy. “Mr Bryant, would you please get out of the room?” asked Mrs Adam sharply “I can’t accept such a behaviour in my audience.” She threatened. “I am the victim here, do you remember?” Bryant said, raging. “Maybe in your opinion, sir. But in mine you are more a tormentor than a victim. So, and I won’t repeat it again, get out of the room please.” She continued. We heard the door slamming behind the maths teacher and it all went silent again. “As I said earlier, I’m going to say the definitive statement.” She said more softly. “We heard Mr Bryant point of view, Alexander’s and finally Mr Blanchot’s.” she continued. “I can’t say what Mr Blanchot said about you, Alexander, but you should only know that you are in very good hands.” She said, smiling. She was apparently really moved by the situation. “It became obvious to me that the responsibility in what happened with your maths teacher is not entire your own. I realize well enough that Mr Bryant had, and still has, an inappropriate behaviour toward you. But what I also understand is that you have anger issues, Alexander. You need to work seriously on that if you don’t want to meet me again. And next time you won’t escape the expulsion… In other words, you are authorized to stay in school. But beware, you are strictly supervised from now on and the next little bewilderment will definitely lead you to another disciplinary audience. Did I make myself clear?” she finally asked. “Yes madam.” Answered Alexander, feeling suddenly relieved. It all happened so fast after the statement was finally said. Mrs Adam was the first to leave the room, she informed a furious Mr Bryant who could be heard moaning along his way to the school’s exit. Léopold and Alexander were soon the only ones left in the room. Alexander couldn’t stop smiling blissfully. He didn’t even notice Léopold putting out a roll of absorbent paper and a bottle of bleach from a storage cupboard in the corner of the room. Only when he heard his teacher pulling the shameful chair he woke up from his daydreaming. As he saw his teacher unrolling the paper he suddenly felt back the guilt. He had had an accident in his pants during his disciplinary audience… He rose from his chair, blushing more and more as he approached his teacher. “Stop… Please…” he murmured as his teacher was leaning to the wet chair. “Pardon me?” asked Léopold confused, he didn’t hear the boy’s soft voice. “Please, stop. I am… So ashamed.” The boy answered, biting his lip. “Let me do it, my boy. You had enough to endure today.” Said Léopold gently. “I’m so sorry… I embarrassed you today…” the teen continued. “What nonsense are you saying?” said Léopold as he through the dirty papers in the bin next to him “You never embarrassed me, boy. Never.” He added before taking the teen in his arms, caressing his hair with a hand. They stayed in that position for a few minutes before the boy, of course, felt suddenly ashamed of his own sensation of abandon in his teacher’s embrace. The ride back to the house went calmly. They were both relieved and needed the silence to appreciate the end of this eventful morning. Alexander went immediately into the hot shower to clean up his horrible accident. He could now feel at ease, the most difficult event had passed. Léopold even told him that he could watch a little television after his shower. His teacher didn’t even mention his accident since they left school after the audience, that was a relief. He could finally rest and let his mind go away from everyday concerns. The rest of the day went quietly, between television and homework. By 9 p.m. they both were already asleep, tired by their morning. It was the same routine in the morning, Alexander woke up in wet sheets. He went under the shower while Léopold took the sheets away. As the teacher was leaving the kid’s bedroom toward the washing machine, he noticed a plastic bag on the floor. He picked it up and opened it, he discovered the pair of wet trousers from the audience. He decided to make a full laundry of Alexander’s clothes. Léopold usually let the boy make his own laundry but he didn’t want the boy to remember once again the horrible souvenir of the audience’s accident. He opened the boy’s laundry basket and startled as the smell of pee hit him. He didn’t understand, he was the one who washed the wet sheets every morning… How could the basket smell like this? He went through the basket and discovered different pairs of trousers marked by a darker patch, sometimes bigger than others, on the bottom. As he nervously went through the basket he discovered a dozen of panties and briefs marked by a yellow patch, here again sometimes big, sometimes the size of an inch. He stood in front of the open laundry basket, confused. How could he have not seen it? And how could the kid have not say a word? After the confusion came the anger. He asked the boy so many times, and Alexander inevitably answered “No”. No it was not a habit. It was just an accident, every time. How could the boy lie like this? This time the boy would have to talk. Léopold couldn’t just protect the boy from his own wetting problem. Not now that it was obviously a real problem. He was still frowning at the basket, split between confusion, deception, anger and guilt, when he heard the boy’s little scream. Léopold rose his strict gaze to Alexander’s. “We need to talk, boy.” Said Léopold, firmly. Edited December 11, 2016 by Valandrea (see edit history)
Hello (again) everyone ! I know I said in my previous message that the final chapter wouldn't be out before days but I finally did it all today so here it is. I hope you'll like it. At first I wanted to continue this story for some time but as I can't ever respect a writing schedule, I decided to stop it here. I'll try to do some one shot stories in the future, that way I won't have to worry about the delay. Please tell me what you think about Léopold and Alexander in a review ! Have a good reading ! Chapter 6 Alexander froze as he saw his teacher above his laundry basket. He thought that he could keep this secret for ever. He felt absolutely mortified. He was so ashamed. What would Léopold say? What would he do with him? Léopold defended him a few hours earlier in the audience room back in school, saying that the teen was growing. Now he was facing the truth: Alexander was never growing but only regressing. Alexander could imagine himself in a dormitory filled with abandoned kids, left alone with his own misery. In a second he saw Léopold driving him to the nearest orphanage, not willing to have to face a little brat’s pee issues. He could barely hear his teacher saying “We need to talk, my boy”. He was blinded by his own fear and disappointment. Before he could even realize it he was running out the room, running out the house, running out the neighborhood, running out nowhere. He just couldn’t stop running from himself. He had to erase him from this world. He had to erase all the memories of this life he had been living with his teacher. Nothing ever happened. His teacher’s love never existed. Mr. Blanchot learned to love a lie, not him, not Alexander the little-boy-who-peed-his-pants. His teacher only loved an accident, not a permanent Alexander. The teen didn’t see where he was running to, he was just running away. Around him he could see streets multiplying and the sky getting rainy. He was completely lost, for sure. But the boy didn’t care. On the contrary, Alexander was willing to be lost. He wished that nobody could ever find him. Especially not Léopold. Before Léopold could even realize it, the kid was gone. He cried to the boy to come back immediately but Alexander didn’t even turn back. The teen was running out the house with such a determination and speed that the teacher knew there was no point going after him. The boy obviously needed some time on his own. But Léopold was furious. The kid could not just run away to avoid being scolded every time he lied or did something stupid. Plus, it was a school day today. The man didn’t realize how bad the situation was. For Léopold the boy was just too proud to be treated as a kid, too proud to be under his teacher’s care. Indeed Alexander was scared of his teacher. But not to confront a “spank on the bum”, as Léopold thought the boy was, but because he thought the adult would not want him anymore. Léopold decided to wait for the boy’s return, trying not to get too mad. As he called the school to prevent his and Alexander’s absence for the day, he remembered the school nurse. He asked the administration to pass her on the phone. After a few seconds, a sweet voice answered. “Hello ?” said Laura, the school nurse. “Hello Laura, it’s Léopold, the french teacher.” said the man. “Hello Léopold.” she responded, “I heard that you are in charge of Alexander now and that the audience went well yesterday. That’s great !” she said with a smile. “Yes, thank you. I’m actually calling to talk about Alexander. I noticed yesterday that you seem to know him very well. Am I wrong ?” he asked. “Well, I don’t know if I know him that well because he remains silent most of the time, but I see him almost everyday at the infirmary.” she said. “Almost everyday ?” replied Léopold who could not integrate that the peeing issues were so frequent despite his discovery in the laundry basket, “Could you tell me why ?” “Well… Alexander asked me to keep our meetings between him and me, Léopold, and I have to respect the confidentiality clause...” she answered, split between her wish to respect the boy’s demand and her wish to help Léopold in his new relationship with Alexander. “I understand, Laura. But maybe you could just tell me if it is linked with his peeing issues ?” he asked, willing to understand what was going on in his child’s life. “I couldn’t say the contrary.” she finally said, relieved to hear that Léopold already knew. “Do you mean that Alexander is wetting his pants everyday ?” “It began very vaguely at first. He came to me one or two times the year he arrived in this school, he was 12 then. The next year it was a bit more, like three or four times. And as this year goes by it becomes more and more frequent.” she said. “Did he ever told you why it happens ?” Léopold finally asked. “Never. He doesn’t want to talk about it and I won’t force him. But, as I see it, Alexander never experienced a normal childhood and his vulnerability must express itself this way. It’s funny how as violence grew in himself the frequency of the accidents grew as well.” she added. “He never talked to me, but I can see he’s suffering. It’s such a good thing that you decided to take care of him, Léopold.” she continued, softly. “I don’t know if I’ll succeed...” replied Léopold, feeling guilty. He didn’t even realize what was going on under his own roof. He made the kid run away. He could now feel guilt and fear overwhelming him. “You already did, Léopold.” she said gently. “Well, thank you for answering my questions, Laura. I have to go now.” he finally said, willing to end this horrible conversation. After hanging up the phone, Léopold took his head in his hands with fury. He was now furious at him. How could he have not seen all this ? How could he have let the poor boy deal with all this by himself ? He realized that when the boy would return home, he would have to talk and not only scold the boy for leaving the house. He had to make him comfortable enough to tell him what was wrong. He had to make him feel that he could be a real dad. Not capable to stay with his thoughts, he decided to wash the boy’s dirty clothes before his return. As he took the dirty clothes to the washing machine, he noticed how many boxers and panties were marked by pee. He realized that the boy must have peed himself in his own classroom without him noticing it. He had been so blind! On the other side of town, Alexander was still running, tears running down his cheeks. After about one hour of running through the streets, he arrived at the train station. He stopped and erased the remaining tears. He had to wake up from this nightmare. He had to go anywhere but here. He entered the train station and looked up the departures screen. There was a train going to London leaving in one hour, another one was leaving in 18 minutes to Brixton. He thought about it and realized that he didn’t have enough money to buy a ticket. He didn’t mind defraud but the train controllers would call Léopold and bring him back to his teacher. And he didn’t want to face his teacher ever again. After a few minutes of thinking, he realized that the better place for him now was his first place, the orphanage. He could meet his ‘friends’, people that knew exactly who he was and what he was: a lost cause. At least he would feel home there. He was of course bitter when he thought about coming back to those who made him feel the loneliest boy on earth. But at least they were not lying to him. He was alone and forever will be after what Léopold found out. On the way to the bus stop that would lead him to the orphanage, Alexander came across a grocery store. He came in and decided to celebrate his return home with some whiskey. He entered the shop and went to the alcohol alley and, after looking left to right to be sure that nobody was seeing him, he hided a small bottle of a cheap whiskey into his jacket’s inside pocket. To be sure not to be suspected, he bought a bottle of coke and smiled innocently to the merchant before leaving the store. He took a seat at the end of the bus taking him back to his ‘family’ and began to party. He drunk a few sips and tried not to think about what he was leaving behind him. He tried to forget his teacher’s smile. He tried to escape the man’s hugs he could still feel. He had to accept the reality: he was not made for a normal family. On the other side, he had a family of lost causes waiting for him at the orphanage. As Bryant said, he already had a place where he fitted perfectly well. He looked at his watch, 10:02. He couldn’t help but ask himself what was doing Léopold. He was certainly at school, relieved to be free from the annoyance he was. Léopold had finished the laundry for a while now and was starting to feel sickly worried. He looked at his watch for a hundred time, 10:02. First he was sure the boy would be home about thirty minutes after he left the house. He understood the boy needed some time alone, but now it was not okay. He couldn’t stop but imagine the worst. What if the boy had had a car accident ? What if the boy had been kidnapped ? What if the boy had done something fatal to himself ? He wanted to be there when the boy returned home but now he wasn’t even sure the boy would come back home. It took him thirty seconds to grab his jacket and car keys and step out of the house. He didn’t know where to go but he had to go find the boy. He first tried school. Maybe the boy was skipping school with his friends. After driving around the school three times, Léopold gave up; the boy was not here. He then decided to go to the music store he knew Alexander liked but he was not there and the seller had not seen him. He went through all the city center streets for almost an hour but the kid was nowhere. He parked and tried not to panic. His hands tightened to the steering wheel, Léopold could feel tears coming up his eyes. He felt sick. He couldn’t ever forgive himself if anything would happen to his boy. He couldn’t help but ask himself how he could he have fail the boy this much. After a few minutes of pure despair, it hit him. The boy had return to his orphanage. Of course ! The boy was denying his new family and returned back to the lost causes, Léopold thought. He looked at his watch, 12:13. He started the car and drove, way above the limited speed, to the orphanage. Alexander was having a few tokes of a joint. He looked at his watch, 12:13. It has been almost two hours now that he had found his old friends. He remembered perfectly the hiding place they used to go when he lived in the orphanage. They were all there, his old family. They welcomed him pretty harshly but he was used to the violence. The violence was the way of existing in that place. “Hey Genius ! You were tired of sucking dicks at your genius school so you came back to the real people ?” yelled one of them as he saw him arriving. They didn’t seem so happy to seen him back but as soon as Alexander showed his bottle of whiskey, they all welcomed him with smiles. Everything seemed to be in order at last, thought Alexander. But after explaining what happened to him (avoiding to talk about the peeing in pants issue, of course), the group of young men around him split in two sides : one was congratulating him for leaving his teacher’s house and the other was despising him really badly. “You said no to a man who wished to make you his son? You’re fucking stupid, Alex !” yelled one of them. “You really want to hang in a group of bastards like us ? You moron ! You had a chance to live a real life and you blew it. You’re so fucking stupid, man !” someone else added. “Hey ! This fucking teacher doesn’t want me, all right ?!” said Alexander furiously, “He wants a good kid that behave properly. I’m not that kid and never will be !” he added. “I guess you’re not a genius, after all. You’re just a stupid asshole.” replied the first young man before taking the joint. Alexander remained silent. The group had already forgotten his story and went back to their discussion about Rihanna and her big ass. But Alexander couldn’t forget what was said. He couldn’t ignore any longer his huge sadness. Even the drunkenness couldn’t make him forget what he had lost. He wished now his teacher would have come after him, that he would have forced him not to escape. Alexander imagined Léopold going to lunch, saying goodbye to his students, feeling finally at ease now that the boy was out of his life. He looked at his watch again, 12:27. At 12:27, the reality he discovered at his teacher’s house was over. On that thought, he took an endless sip of whiskey. He wished to get drunk until he could not remember anything from these last few weeks, especially the last furious gaze of his teacher on him this morning. As he arrived at the orphanage, Léopold went inside to discover that Alexander never came here. The teacher couldn’t hide his disappointment, he was so confident about it. As he went out to get to his car, he heard a distant sound of music. He regain hope and followed silently the music. As he got closer to the source of music, he recognize Rihanna’s voice. He followed the voice until he arrived behind a condemned building. As he turned around he discovered a group of young men, from 15 to 17 years old he would say, smoking joints and drinking beers and looking to a smartphone while making obscene gestures. Apparently they were enjoying Rihanna’s figure, he thought with irony. After a second, he noticed a young man furiously drinking a bottle of whiskey. It took him a second to realize that behind that bottle was his young, so young, Alexander. His suddenly felt his blood boiling in his veins. Without even knowing what he was doing, at 12:27 exactly, Léopold walked firmly to the boy, grabbed the bottle from Alexander’s mouth and threw it to the opposite wall. The bottle broke in a violent crash. The boy didn’t even realize what happened before he felt the first slap on his bum. Being firmly held by his teacher’s right arm forcing him to bend over, Alexander couldn’t escape the frightening and humiliating spanking to be done. At first, the boy remembered his friends around him and tried to escape his teacher with violence and rage, but he finally realized who was giving him the spank and started feeling like a little boy. Finally, without even realizing it, he gave up and started sobbing frenetically. Neither did he realize that at the same time he let go of his tears, he also let go of his bladder. He couldn’t even feel the continuous stream of pee wetting his pants. Léopold could not accept his boy to destroy himself with alcohol, not when you are a 14 year old kid, thought Léopold as he held the boy to spank him. This kid had to realize that he his into somebody’s hands, the teacher thought. But then Léopold noticed a patch of pee appearing on the kid’s pants. The man removed his hand to the boy’s bum and plunged it to the kid’s messy hair, holding him to his chest. The boy was now acting like a kid, he thought, as his anger was replaced by worry. He let the boy pee himself and sob until the end before turning Alexander to him and hug him tenderly. “It’s over, baby”, Léopold said softly. “No more escape now.” Alexander was still crying softly, not capable of saying a word. He could only feel his teacher’s chest welcoming him. He couldn’t, or didn’t want to, move an inch. His teacher must have understand because he rose him from the floor and grabbed him tightly with both arms. Léopold could feel the boy’s face against his neck and arms gripping around his shoulders. Before going back to his car, he turned to the silent group of young men. They all froze as Léopold spanked Alexander and Rihanna was now completely mute. “I’m warning you all, if I ever have to get my kid back here, I will spank each of you with a bat. Is that clear ?” he yelled with a very deep voice, looking strictly into every young man’s eyes. “Yes, sir.” said an intimidated group. On the way back to the car, Alexander fell asleep into his teacher’s arms. Léopold opened the backseat door and lied the boy on the seats. He drove slowly, trying not to wake the boy up. Léopold got out of the car and tried to get a sleeping Alexander out of the car without waking him up but the boy looked up at his teacher. Léopold tried not to show his surprise when Alexander tended his arms to him, willing to be hold. He took the boy back in his arms and entered the house silently. Alexander eyes were closed again. As Léopold lied the boy in his bed and tried to break the embrace, Alexander moaned softly : “Please don’t let go of me yet, dad. Be my dad a little longer.” Léopold would have been completely shocked if he hadn’t smell the scent of cheap whiskey coming out of the teen’s mouth. Obviously the kid was drunk. But Léopolod didn’t want to deal with it yet. He wanted to be a dad a little longer. He waited for Alexander to be profoundly asleep before stepping out of the room. He was in the living-room, correcting some papers for school, when he heard Alexander’s room door opening noisily. He got up his chair and went up to check on the boy when he saw the bathroom door wide open and the boy knelt down the toilet, vomiting. The boy was trembling and sweating. Or at least, Léopold had thought it was only sweat. Alexander’s t-shirt was wet and, after a more precise look, Léopold could see his pants were too; the boy had peed his pants during his nap. Léopold went to the sick boy and rubbed his back tenderly. Alexander was so weakened, he didn’t even try to push him back. But the teacher knew that the reddened cheeks and the boy’s tears were not only a consequence of vomiting. “Let it all go, my boy. It’ll be over soon.” Léopold said, softly. After a moment the vomiting calmed down. The man wet a towel and swabbed Alexander’s face and neck to help him cool down. At the feeling of cold wet the boy suddenly woke up. He had peed himself during the spanking. And he had peed himself during his nap. “I…” he started, trembling. “Yes ?” asked the man. “I’m so sorry about… me peeing my pants.” Alexander continued, tears in his eyes. “It’s all right, baby.” the man said, softly. “I… I didn’t mean to. I don’t know why it happened. I’m sorry.” the teen added. “I think the spank made you remember that your are a child, therefore you wet your pants. And for the nap, you were sleeping, in other words you wet the bed. It happened before and it’s all right.” Léopold said, reassuring. “I… I promise it won’t happen again, sir. I will never pee my pants again, I swear.” the boy cried. “Be careful, kid. I don’t want you to lie to me anymore. I know you have peed your pants frequently now and I won’t ever scold you if it happens again. But I will never stand lies. Is it understood ?” he asked firmly and gently. “But… I don’t want to… I don’t want to wet my pants.” said the teen, shaking. “I know you don’t want to, baby. But it’s not going to disappear by hiding your wet clothes. If you wet your pants I want to know so I can help you. Do you understand ?” Alexander nodded, crying a little. Léopold pushed the tears away and kissed him in the forehead before stepping outside the room. “Clean yourself up, my boy. I’m waiting for you downstairs to talk about that and about your little trip this morning. You have some explaining to do.” the man said before closing the door behind him and getting down. About half an hour later, Alexander arrived in the living-room. The boy looked exhausted. “Can I have an aspirin, please ?” he asked, red faced. “It’s more painful that it seems to drink whiskey, isn’t it ?” replied the man before getting a medicine and a glass of water from the kitchen. The boy didn’t answer and sat down at the table, facing his teacher, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry about this morning. I shouldn’t have take off like that.” the boy mumbled. “Indeed you shouldn’t have. What were you thinking exactly ?” the man asked, trying to stay calm. “I… I don’t know. I thought you wouldn’t want me here since… Since you saw that… I pee my pants...” the boy answered, ashamed. “Why would you think such a thing?” the man asked, in shock. “Because I’m 14 and I shouldn’t be peeing myself.” he said, angry at himself. “First of all, stop being so angry at yourself. Second of all, what do you know about 14 years old boys’ peeing ? Moreover, there’s no moral when it comes to wetting yourself. If you do there’s a reason, but there is absolutely no fault. Do you understand ?” replied his teacher, serious. “You’re not disappointed in me?” the teen asked, lowering his head. “Look at me, boy.” he said, waiting for Alexander to look up, “You peeing yourself will never disappoint me, never.” he said. “You don’t want a bigger boy ?” the teen asked. “I don’t want any other boy than you, kid.” the man answered. They finally talked more openly about Alexander’s wetting and the boy promised to tell his teacher whenever it would happen in the future. They, of course, talked about the running away and the drinking whiskey issue and the teen was grounded until the end of the month : no television, no exiting the house, no cell phone. The boy promised never to lie again to his teacher, but Leopold knew he would, because after all, he was just a kid. After diner, which was vomited almost instantly by a hang overed Alexander, they both went to bed. As usual, Léopold went tucking Alexander in his bed. He seemed to Léopold that the boy’s eyes were different that night. The boy didn’t avoid his teacher’s gaze, for once. He was actually the one who asked for a goodnight kiss in the forehead. He timidly pointed his forehead with his index, his face reddening. After a moment of hugging, Léopold got up and wished the boy sweet dreams. As Léopold turned off the light and stepped out the room, he heard a distinct “Good night, dad”. Maybe it wasn’t just the alcohol after all. They both went to sleep that night feeling that they were from now on and forever a family. 22:03, a new era. The End
A/N: Another day, another commission. Miranda couldn't stand the way Ginger stole Courtney from her. She had never been fond of the other girl, but the fact that her very best friend sometimes seemed to prefer her company only made things worse. She absolutely despised Ginger for this, and all of her weird little friends, thinking they were so cool just because Courtney sometimes gave them the time of day. More than anything, she wanted to prove to Courtney that they weren't worth that time she gave them and that they were vastly inferior to her in every way. The only way to do that, she was sure, was to humiliate them somehow, and if there was one thing she was good at, it was humiliating girls. But she had to make sure she did it subtly so that Courtney would not know that she was the one who did it, or else she wouldn't prove anything and would only make herself look bad. She had to do something that would ruin them while keeping her own reputation in tact. The most obvious option was the classic prank of causing them to wet themselves in front of Courtney, and she knew that she had the means to do so if she could just find the perfect scenario. It needed to be something that they couldn't get out of or else they would just be able to run off to the bathroom and that would spoil absolutely everything. It was decided, then, that she would have to get more people involved and manipulate a lot to ensure that this went perfectly. It made the most sense to enlist Courtney's younger brother in her plans. If anyone would be game for pranking his sister's annoying friends, it would him, especially when bribery was involved. The plan was that he would make sure their drinks were spiked with a little something to make sure they were beyond desperate and then he would lock them in Courtney's room, where she would watch Ginger, Dodie, and Macie as the helplessly wet themselves. The plan was nearly flawless, and it did not take much to get the young boy to agree to play along. He knew how intimidating Miranda could be, perhaps, and knew better than to question her motives. She knew that Courtney would be having those girls over that weekend and couldn't wait to hear about what happened, though she planned to spy on them if she could. On the day of, she made sure that everything was set up the way it was supposed to be and she settled outside, hidden to watch Courtney's window and wait for what would surely be a hilarious show. ~X~ The girls suspected nothing as they drink their lemonade. Of course, nothing about the taste changed and they didn't expect for anything to be off. The only problem was, all four of the glasses had been tampered with rather than only three. Courtney was not supposed to be targeted by this, but she was, because her brother could not resist pranking her as well. But none of them knew that as they relaxed and talked and drank their lemonade. They didn't even notice the clicking of Courtney's bedroom door being locked and had no idea what they were in for. It would be a long time before they knew anything was amiss. Dodie was the first one to feel the urge to pee but she tried to ignore it, not wanting to say anything about it. It wasn't often that she got an opportunity to hang out with Courtney like this and she didn't want to look lame for having to go to the bathroom so early into their afternoon. She would wait until somebody else went and then it would be okay. It was not long after she felt the need arise that Macie did as well, but much like Dodie, she opted to keep quiet about it. She was just as in awe to be here as Dodie was, and was a bit more shy. She, too, wanted to wait until somebody else went before she called that much attention to herself and her problem, and she tried to ignore the pangs coming from her bladder. Ginger was not as shy as them, but she also didn't want to interrupt the conversation when she realized that she also had to pee. She simply kept on talking, deciding that she would wait until later. It was not until Courtney realized that her bladder was uncomfortably full that anyone said anything, and she rose, announcing that she would be going to the bathroom. The others agreed and stood up with her, but when they reached the door, they found that they were locked in. “What's going on?” asked Dodie. “I think Blake must have done this,” said Courtney, angry. “Probably his idea of a prank.” “Come to think of it, I kind of had to go quicker than usual,” Ginger said. “Do you think he did something to the lemonade?” “I wouldn't put it past him!” she replied. “Do you think he'll let us out?” asked Macie nervously. “I mean, how long will we be trapped in here?” “Hopefully not for long,” Courtney said. “And if I have any say in it, he won't get away with this!” “And I thought I had issues with my brother,” Ginger muttered. They tried to resume their conversations and go on as if nothing was amiss, but all of them were growing increasingly more desperate at a very rapid rate. All of them were being affected by the drink, and soon enough, they grew quiet, nervous, and fidgety. None wanted to let on just how desperate they were, but they were all very worried about how long they would be locked up. It occurred to some of them already that they might be put in a position where they would have to wet themselves. It was not the ideal to any of them, but it was clear that that was the objective of Blake's prank and they accepted that he might not let them out until that happened and he might not get caught before. Of course, to do something like that in Courtney's bedroom was a horrific image, but if it was what had to happen, they couldn't see any way out of it. Each of them soon felt the full effects, and all of them had their own ways to keep things under control. Courtney was surprisingly shameless, openly squirming around, while Dodie tried to keep things as under wraps as possible. Macie tried to keep things subtle but did a very poor job of it, while Ginger was somewhere in the middle, not quite being open about it while not keeping it completely hidden that she was getting desperate. “Ugh, I am going to kill him when I get my hands on him!” Courtney declared, crossing her legs and bouncing up at down at her knees. “I do not want to be trapped in a situation like this!” “None of us do,” replied Ginger, giving a sympathetic look. This was far from how she wanted to spend the day here, but she especially felt bad for Dodie and Macie, knowing how hard this must be on them. They were already completely out of their element, only to be put in a horrible situation like this. Thought Dodie had been the first to start to feel the effects, things went the quickest for Macie, and it was not long before she was doubled over, not able to hide her desperation in the slightest. Squirming and crossing her legs, she groaned to herself, fighting a battle that had already been decided. It was with one final groan that she lost control, apologizing profusely as she began to wet herself. Courtney was more understanding than expected, because she knew that, not only could none of the girls help their desperation, but that she could very well be forced to do the exact same thing herself. She didn't even care about the mess in her room, because there was nothing she could have done to prevent it and carpets could be cleaned or replaced, especially with her kind of money. It was Dodie who fell next, though she fought with all her might. Eventually, her ability to hide it faded away and she was soon whimpering and obvious. Biting her lip, she squirmed where she sat and pressed her hands into her lap, trying to look natural even as she did something like that. No one was fooled, but no one called her out on it. There was no need to make fun of her when they were all suffering just the same. Even when she began to wet herself, she tried not to make a show of it, whimpering quietly and trying to cover it, though that proved to be impossible. Again, no one called her out on it, and she sniffled quietly to herself, obviously humiliated. Ginger wanted to comfort her, but she was afraid that that would only make Dodie feel worse, and she had her own desperation to worry about. “Oh, I am absolutely not going to make it!” Courtney squealed, sounding both outraged and distressed. “This is the absolute worst!” Just as she finished her sentence, Ginger noticed the stream running down one of her legs, which grew until she was wetting herself completely. Even Courtney had been brought to that point, and now Ginger was the only one left and she knew that she would not last much longer. Biting her lip, she crossed her legs tighter and debated on what she should do. There was a lot of pressure being the only one left, but she knew that she didn't have a chance to make it and that there was no point in just sitting there, hurting, when it could be over. All of her other friends had done it, so what would be the real problem? There wasn't one, and so she relaxed and, without making any show of herself, began to wet herself where she sat. Her panties were quickly flooded, and it spread to her shorts, creating a dark stain on them as a puddle formed around her. The other girls noticed, but tried not to watch as Ginger did this. She sighed in relief, her bladder feeling fantastic as it emptied. It had been hurting so much, and now she felt a lot better. All that remained was waiting until they could get out of here, and though they would all be wet and uncomfortable, it wasn't the worst that could have happened. When they did finally get out, Courtney managed to corner her brother, demanding what he had been thinking, doing something so terrible. He didn't take long to break down in his fear, saying, “It was Miranda, she bribed me!” He even admitted that he had messed up and was not supposed to prank Courtney with the other girls, but she did not spend much time focusing on him. “So, Miranda thinks that's funny, does she? Well, we'll see just how funny she thinks it is when we let her get a taste of that!” she declared. ~X~ The others were hidden when Courtney had Miranda over. “We really haven't spent enough time together lately,” she said, playing innocent. “Well, it's about time you realized that,” replied Miranda with a laugh. “Been spending too much time with Ginger and her weird little friends.” Courtney gave a fake, high laugh, gesturing for Miranda to go into her room and Miranda did so, not suspecting a thing until the door was closed behind her and locked, but it was too late by then. She jiggled the knob, shouting, “Courtney? Courtney, what are you doing?!” “Oh, you know exactly what I'm doing,” she replied. “Didn't notice anything off about the drink you had at lunch? Well, I didn't notice anything off about my lemonade last week, but then I found out you tampered with it.” Miranda hadn't wanted it to happen to Courtney and when she had realized that that was what was happening, she had considered calling the whole thing off, but that would have exposed her involvement in it. Of course, Blake had ratted her out anyway, and now Courtney was very mad and getting her revenge. “Courtney, that wasn't supposed to be for you!” she said, hoping that she could reason with her friend. She could already feel pangs coming from her bladder. “I know, it was supposed to be for my other friends, right?” asked Courtney through the door. “Well, they wanted revenge just as much as I did.” “That's right,” said Ginger, who Miranda hadn't even realized was there, and she could hear Dodie and Macie laughing as well. They were all there, ready to intimidate and humiliate her, and she was not having that. “Well, good luck!” she snapped. “I don't even have to go, so have fun standing out there and waiting and being bored! This is a stupid plan.” Somehow she managed to forget that they were borrowing the plan from her own. She heard the girls giggling outside, and she crossed her arms angrily. So what if she already had to pee? She wasn't going to let them win! They'd get bored waiting for her to do something she wouldn't do and then they would let her out and feel really stupid and she would be back on top. She wasn't as weak as they were and she was going to make it, all day if she had to! For the first five minutes or so, her confidence didn't waver in the slightest, but then she felt a few sharp pangs and suddenly it was much, much worse. Groaning, she tried to ignore the building pressure, but it was not something she could control. The addition to her drink was starting to affect her and it didn't matter how strong her bladder was normally. She was going to be affected just as harshly as all of the other girls had been, and she only had so long before she fell to it. Still, she was too stubborn to admit that even to herself and she simply crossed her legs and tapped her foot, waiting for them to give up, hoping that she was intimidating enough that they would realize their mistake and let her go before she got too angry at them. No matter how long she waited, however, only silence greeted her, with a few giggles interrupting every now and then. They really were completely serious about this, as unbelievable as it seemed to her. Her bladder ached for the release that she continued to deny it, not willing to wet herself even for comfort's sake or to get out of here faster. She tightened her crossed legs, fidgeting where she stood and tried to plan some way out of this. Her only option, seeing as the window was locked and breaking it was too much even for her, seemed to be manipulation, but that had already failed. She couldn't threaten them with black mail when they could just as easily black mail her and she couldn't play on Courtney's insecurities because Courtney didn't ever seem to have any. Come on, Miranda, you're more cunning than this, she thought, frustrated, and she knew that she was having trouble thinking because her bladder was distracting her so much. It was too full to manage and she bit her lip, groaning softly. If she let them win this battle, they would basically have won the war, and she wouldn't know how to bounce back from something like this. She wasn't even sure if recovery was possible or if this would be the end of any intimidation she had over them. Once again, her thoughts were cut off by the painful throbbing of her bladder as she began to near her limit. Even crossing her legs was not doing much for her any more and she bounced up and down at her knees, squirming pathetically and whimpering, hoping that they could not hear her on the other side of that door. She jammed a hand between her legs, doubling over, feeling a small leak dampen her panties. Already, she was being pushed to her very limits. Already, she was pushed to a point that she knew there was no coming back from. She bit down so hard on her lip that she nearly drew blood. Her eyes watered with tears that she would never allow to fall, even if there was no one there to see them. They would smudge her make up and her pride simply would not allow her to cry so openly like that. Another leak came out, and then another, and the spurts began to occur every few minutes. Her panties grew so soaked that she knew that even if she managed to hold on the rest of the way, she had already lost, but she knew that she would not be able to hold on the rest of the way. Soon enough, the spurts soaked through to her jeans, leaving a considerable dark patch and still she fought, even knowing that there was no point. When the final spurt came and did not stop, she let out one finally groan as her pants were flooded. She still did not allow the tears to fall even as she looked down and watched the dark spot spreading down her pant legs, felt it running down her legs. Even as she watched a puddle forming on Courtney's carpet and felt her shoes getting soaked, she held back her tears and tried not to make another noise to indicate what was happening. The relief would have felt a lot better if she had not known that it was at the cost of her losing this, but it still felt nice to have her bladder empty out, and when she was finally completely empty, she felt the pain start to subside. She had lost, but at least it was over for now. She had lost, but she would find a way to come back from this. Even if it felt impossible now, she knew that she would always find a way to claw back from anything.
I wanted to get something else committed to paper (as it were), because things might be a little crazy for all of March. I've had this scene in my mind for quite awhile now. Thanks for reading! ***** Heather Parker tugged at the hem of her pencil skirt, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. The morning had gone well enough, but she didn’t want to look anything less than completely professional for the remainder of the day in court. Heather was 27 and had been working for Richards, Wythe, & Cleveland since she’d graduated from law school a year and a half ago. Richards was the premier criminal law firm in the state, and Heather was determined to prove her worth. For 18 months, she worked long hours, often offering to take on extra tasks for the senior partners. Two months ago, Heather had been unexpectedly assigned to a trial with Thornton Martell. At 34, Thornton was the youngest partner in firm history after establishing himself as an outstanding litigator and skilled researcher. In fact, he had never lost a case on which he’d taken lead. All the junior employees did everything they could to get assigned to a case with Thornton, hoping to learn from him and raise their own profile. Of course, Heather thought wryly as she gathered her briefcase, it didn’t hurt that Thornton had leading-man good looks to go along with his brilliance. He was never flirtatious, though. On the contrary, he was serious and straightforward. Even more than the firm at large, Martell’s team members were expected to give their all to the case. Martell didn’t brook excuses; if he asked his team to do something, he expected it done. For weeks, Heather had enthusiastically completed every task, reading up on every possible relevant case and writing up clear, precise summaries. Just last night, the evening before the trial was to begin, Martell had rewarded Heather’s diligence by inviting her to join him at the prosecution table. Heather did her best not to show how ecstatic and nervous she was. The trial itself would likely last weeks, so she wanted to make a good impression on her first day. All morning, she’d listened carefully to the opening arguments and testimony, taking notes and writing down cases that she wanted to research later. In an effort to maintain a calm demeanor, Heather didn’t fidget or tap her fingers. Instead, her nervousness manifested in constantly sipping from her water glass. By lunch, her bladder was feeling reasonably full. She had a few things she wanted to look up before the afternoon, then grab a bite to eat, and then she’d visit the restroom before the trial reconvened for the afternoon. In the conference room, Heather typed furiously on her laptop. Checking her watch, she saw that she only had 10 minutes before they were scheduled to be back in the courtroom. She shifted in her seat, aware of the pressing sensation in her bladder. She quickly gathered her things and headed to the bathroom. “Ms. Parker?” Heather jumped at the sound of Mr. Martell’s voice. “Yes, sir?” she responded, recovering quickly. “I’d like to see your notes from the defense’s opening argument,” Mr. Martell was already walking toward the courtroom, not bothering to gesture for Heather to follow. The order was implied. “I think we can punch some extra holes in some of her claims.” Heather nodded, walking briskly to keep up with Martell’s strides. “Yes, sir. If I could just…” she glanced toward the restrooms. “Is there a problem, Ms. Parker?” Martell’s voice was calm, but his words chilled Heather. “Not at all, sir. We can go over my notes right now.” Heather bit the inside of her lip as the entered the courtroom. She was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to ruin her chances with Mr. Martell. Surely she could make it to the end of the day. The trial reconvened, and Heather continued taking notes and paying close attention. Martell skillfully directed his witnesses without leading, executing solid, cutting re-cross examination. Heather was nearly breathless watching his performance. Martell had arranged for the initial witnesses to be a long list of experts to analyze the evidence. The testimony was detailed and somewhat boring at times, but Martell framed his questions masterfully to make sure the jury was following. As the hours dragged on, Heather struggled to remain still. She hadn’t dared touch her water glass, but the pressure on her bladder was increasing nonetheless. She managed well enough for the first couple of hours, but she couldn’t help squirming as the afternoon wore on. By the time Martell sat down to allow for cross examination of his second witness, it had been three hours. Neither the judge nor the opposition gave any signs of slowing down, and Heather was starting to think she might not make it until the end of the day, after all. A bit recklessly, she scribbled “Recess?” on a post-it note and slid to over to Martell. Thornton spared a brief glance at the note, then did a double-take when he saw what it said. He turned toward Heather with a look of mixed incredulity and disgust. He shook his head slowly from side to side, an unmistakable “no.” Heather blushed and nodded in response. She hadn’t really expected him to agree to ask the judge for a break, but she hadn’t planned on such an unequivocal refusal, either. With a clench of her thigh muscles, she turned her attention back to taking notes. After cross-examination, Martell called his next witness, a medical expert in pathology. Heather knew from preparation that the doctor was long-winded and precise. They’d be lucky if he finished his testimony in under two hours. Heather took advantage of Martell facing the witness stand to squirm forcefully and cross her legs. Her wardrobe prevented her from grabbing at her crotch – stupid pencil skirt! Martell began his line of questioning, and the doctor jumped right in with technical, complicated explanations of cell biology and genetics. Heather wasn’t writing as diligently as before; far more energy was focused on keeping her urine from spilling all over the courtroom floor. As the testimony continued, Heather found that concentrating eased her desperation a bit. Eventually, she gave up on note-taking entirely and focused all her energy on pressing her thighs together. It was tiring, but it was working, for now. After nearly two hours, countless graphs and images, Mr. Martell finished his first line of questioning, and the defense attorney rose to begin his cross-examination. “Ms. Parker,” Mr. Martell’s whisper startled Heather, costing her her first leak. It was a substantial one, and she could feel the liquid sliding down her thighs. She choked down a gasp and frantically refocused her attention on what her boss was asking her. “…won’t get much out of Dr. Esbensen, but they might use his testimony to try to throw off Hajiri later this week. Make sure we have someone prep him.” “Yes, sir,” she whispered, scribbling his request in appallingly bad penmanship. She hoped he didn’t notice how her hand was shaking. She was so incredibly full; she couldn’t stop jiggling her leg. It took another half hour for the opposing attorney to finish his questions. By that time, Heather’s panties were thoroughly damp, though she’d managed to keep her skirt dry. Remarkably, and to Heather’s overwhelming relief, Martell declined re-cross. The doctor stepped down from the stand, and Heather stared eagerly at Judge Woodson, who was drawing in a big breath. “I think that’s enough for today,” the judge intoned, and Heather’s heart leapt. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow morning at 10:30 AM.” With that, the judge stood, inducing the sound of creaking benches and scraping chairs as everyone in the courtroom rose. Heather white-knuckled the edge of the table, slowly getting to her feet. She tried to keep her legs pressed together, but a tiny stream of urine trickled down her thigh. As soon as the judge disappeared into his chambers, Heather plopped back into her chair, clenching with all her might to regain control. Just a few more minutes… The courtroom buzzed with the sounds of shuffling papers and feet. It had been a long day, and they were all keen to leave. All except Heather, who couldn’t move a muscle without risking her ever-diminishing hold on her bladder. “Ms. Parker, I’d like you to find some examples of precedent for dismissing bite-mark analysis before tomorrow morning,” Mr. Martell directed, carefully packing up his folders. “I think you’ll find something in Adams v. Corona from the 9th circuit.” “Yes, sir,” Heather murmured, barely able to focus. She knew that making it to a restroom at this point would take a miracle; all she could hope for at the moment was for her boss to leave quickly. “Ms. Parker? Are you listening?” Martell’s sounded more surprised than irritated, but Heather still cringed. Her legs were trembling with effort as she felt the last of her control slipping away. A steady dribble slipped through her underwear, dampening the back of her skirt. “S-sorry, sir, Can you please repeat that?” Heather kept her gaze determinedly on the papers in front of her. She couldn’t stop the leak, and she knew she only had seconds before utter disaster. The courtroom had emptied; it was just her and Martell. “I said that Westen might have looked into bite marks last year, so you should check with-“ Thornton cut himself off as the sound of liquid hitting the polished wooden floor seemed to echo through the room. “Ms….Ms. Parker?” Heather closed her eyes, grasping for any semblance of composure. She felt her face burn with shame, but she refused to cry. She may be peeing herself in front of her boss in the courtroom of her first big case, but she’d be damned if she was going to break down, too. Both adults stayed still and silent, one unable and the other unwilling to believe what was happening. After nearly a minute, the trickling faded, and the only sound left was Heather’s somewhat labored breathing. Still keeping her head down, Heather inhaled deeply, preparing to break the silence. “Mr. Martell,” she began, keeping her voice level and professional. “I apologize.” She didn’t feel the need to elaborate; it was obvious what she was sorry for. “It won’t happen again.” Thornton Martell was staring down at his colleague and at the puddle beneath her chair. He felt sick to his stomach at the sight of the brilliant, mature young woman reduced to sitting in her own waste. “Ms. Parker,” he swallowed, trying for his own sense of composure, “Ms. Parker, are you alright?” “I am, Mr. Martell, thank you,” Heather replied crisply, now actively arranging her documents. “I’ll have the precedents prepared for you by tomorrow morning.” “I-“ Uncharacteristically, Thornton found himself at a loss for words. She was really talking about the case? “You don’t have to-“ “Mr. Martell,” Heather interrupted, finally lifting her eyes to meet her boss’s stare. “You asked me to have something prepared for tomorrow. I am more than familiar with the expectations of this firm and your team.” She raised her chin slightly, defensively, trying to give the impression that she was more than the sticky wetness she was sitting in. “I can do my job, sir.” Thornton’s eyebrows drew together. “Expectations…” he breathed. His mind reeled. This young woman had just urinated on herself, and she thought he was worried about the case. Is that really the kind of environment he fostered? Being in such a high-powered law firm demanded hard work and long hours, of course, and he and the other partners wanted to make sure junior assistants were prepared, but did Ms. Parker really think that the work was more important than the most basic physical needs of their employees? “Will that be all, Mr. Martell?” Heather asked, interrupted his incredulous train of thought. Thornton blinked. Overwhelmed with the idea that Ms. Parker had felt forced into having an accident, he couldn’t find anything to see other than “Yes, Ms. Parker.” Heather nodded briskly, all but dismissing him. Flustered, Thornton grabbed his coat and attaché case and left. Hearing the main door shut, Heather finally drew in a shaky breath, trying to process the events of the day. She could be fired. She didn’t know how she could bear facing Mr. Martell again; at the very least, she was sure her childish crush on her handsome, successful boss would never come to fruition now. She heard the door open again and looked up to see Bart, the janitor Heather frequently saw around the courthouse, coming in to clean the room. “Hey there, Miss Parker,” he drawled. Heather smiled wanly. “Hey, Bart,” she said apologetically. “I’m so sorry for the mess.” Bart pulled his mop bucket to the front where he could see Heather’s puddle clearly. He just grinned and shook his head. “Seen much worse than that, ma’am,” he assured her. “Can I do anything to help you?” “No, thank you, Bart,” Heather sighed, grateful for the offer. She stood gingerly, feeling the wetness all along the back of her skirt. It wouldn’t be comfortable in the cold outside, but at least her coat would cover the stain until she got home. “See you tomorrow, Miss Parker,” Bart called after her as she left, already mopping up her mess. Heather made her way to her car, still shaky with humiliation. She couldn’t erase the image of Mr. Martell’s incredulous face from her mind. Yet, tomorrow morning, she’d have to face him again in the office before they returned to Judge Woodson’s courtroom. If he even let her go back, that is. Sighing, Heather started her car. She’d worry about Mr. Martell tomorrow; right now, all she could do was go home and shower. And then look up those precedent cases… * The next morning, Heather purposely arrived at the office early. Part of her wanted to reinforce her status as a reliable and hard worker, but mostly, she just wanted to get to her desk without running into Mr. Martell. Her plan was successful until, right at 8:30, a message popped up on her screen. “All junior employees, please meet in the conference room in 5 minutes – TM.” Heather frowned. An all-hands-on-deck meeting was never a good sign, but at least she wasn’t being asked to meet him alone. In the conference room, the other employees looked as nervous as Heather felt, though certainly not for the same reason. Mr. Martell entered promptly at 8:35. “Thank you all for being here,” he began, looking distinctly uncomfortable. “I, uh, it’s come to my attention that…well, that the other partners and I haven’t made our expectations clear.” Heather felt her colleagues’ unease all around her. They were all sure they were about to be called out for not working hard enough. Mr. Martell cleared his throat. In scanning the room, he inadvertently caught Heather’s eye, and she thought she saw him blush slightly. “We…” Thornton cleared his throat again. “We are grateful for all your hard work,” he continued, more forcefully. “But I believe that we…I have given you the impression that your work is the most important thing. And it’s not.” His eyes found Heather again, this time on purpose. He held her gaze for a moment before going on. “We don’t want this job to impact your health. Starting today, overnighters in the office are forbidden. Junior employees are required to leave by 6 PM every night. Any hours later than that must be approved by two senior partners. If you do stay past 6 PM, the firm will provide dinner and, if necessary, childcare.” Thornton paused again, barely aware of the low, stunned murmurs in the room. He glanced at Heather, who was trying to mask how blown away she was by his announcement. “I am truly sorry if I’ve made any of you think that I don’t care about your well-being, or that your job here would be in jeopardy simply for taking care of yourself. I know cultural change doesn’t come easily, but I promise to work on being more supportive in the future.” And with that, Thornton turned and walked out of the conference room. Heather clutched the arms of her chair. Mr. Martell had looked so contrite! She couldn’t believe that her accident had affected him that much. All around, her colleagues chattered with muted excitement at the new policies. There was lots of speculation over the cause, but no one mentioned Heather’s name. Heather extracted herself from the din and headed back to her desk. On the way, she peeked into Mr. Martell’s office. He looked up from his computer and locked eyes with her, his mouth ticking upward into the smallest of smiles.
My first fictional story here! I'm not a native English writer so apologies for mistakes, limited vocabulary, etc. This is a story idea I had and I just wanted to put it out quickly. I'm sure it would have been better if I made it longer, but I didn't want to make you wait. ;) "Did you go the bathroom?", Rick's mom asked. With his eyes already closed, Rick nodded. "Alright. Sweet dreams, sweetheart", his mom said. She gives him a kiss on his forehead, makes sure her son is nice and snug under the blankets, then turns off the bedside lamp and quietly walks out of the bedroom. Rick lied. He didn't use the bathroom at all. Rick, now eight years old, has always been a bedwetter, or so his mother thinks. In reality, Rick stopped wetting the bed two years ago. But no bedwetting meant no more diapers at night, something he dearly missed once they were gone. To get his diapers back, Rick one morning decided to purposefully wet his bed. His mother was very disappointed, especially when it happened again a couple of days later. Hesitatingly, his mom decided to put her son in diapers again, much to his secret enjoyment. Balance was a key issue for Rick. He didn't want to worry his mom by wetting every night, but too many dry nights in a row and his diapers would be gone again. That's why, almost every other day, Rick wouldn't use the bedroom before bed, even though he said otherwise. This was one of those nights. With his hand near his crotch, Rick slowly let go, feeling how his diaper warmed up, ensuring his diaper supply wouldn't come to an end anytime soon. Moments after wetting himself, the boy falls in a deep and happy sleep. Rick isn't really able to explain why he likes to wear diapers as much as he does. He just doesn't like sleeping without them. In the weekends, he tries to wear them as long as possible, wetting a bit more while playing a video game. If he could, he would definitely wear diapers after school too, but since his slightly older sister Julie walks home with him, there's no way he could get away with that. Or could he? One Sunday, Rick returned home from a friend earlier than expected. He entered the house and walked the stairs to his room. Just as he wanted to push the door open, he heard something. Since the door wasn't completely shut, Rick peeked inside. He couldn't believe what he saw. In his room, his big sister Julie was sitting next to his bed. The drawer where their mom kept Rick's diapers was open. Julie closed the drawer, stood up and walked towards the door. Rick quickly stepped back and went into their mom's bedroom, opposite to his. He was just in time for Julie to not notice him, as she exited his room and walked downstairs. Still in shock, Rick wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Why was his big sister in his room anyway? Why was the drawer with diapers open? There could only be one explanation. Rick went downstairs as well, where he found Julie on the couch with a soda, watching tv. She looked up. "I didn't know you'd be home yet", she said surprised. Rick just looked at her, but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Julie's attention was quickly recaptured by the tv. Rick decided to sit next to her on the couch. Moments later, Julie's phone rang. She'd put it on the table, so she had to get up from the couch to answer the call. As Julie walked by, he listened carefully. What he had thought upstairs, might very well be true. He heard a crinkly sound with every step Julie put towards the table. With Julie on the phone, Rick didn't know what to do. Is his sister actually wearing one of his diapers? Just like that? He couldn't believe it, even though everything pointed in that direction: her being in his room, next to the diaper drawer, and the crinkly sound when she walked past. As the conversation Julie was having on the phone got louder, Rick looked at her. Julie stared outside the window while talking on the phone, so Rick could only see her back. That's when it happened: he could clearly recognize a tiny bit of diaper waistband popping out from above his sister's jeans. Panic was about to set in, but then Rick came up with something better. After ending her phone call, Julie returned to the couch, now with her phone in hand, sending a text, effectively ignoring Rick. This was his chance. It's make or break now. "I know what you did", Rick said. "What do you mean?", Julie replied uninterestedly, still staring at her phone. "I know what you're wearing", Rick answered. Julie looked up, worried now. This scared her. "I... I don't understand", she said, even though she had a feeling that she actually knew what was going to happen. Her little brother would find out about her little secret. That she would sometimes grab a diaper from his drawer and wear one herself. She would be teased for life about this, or even worse, if he'd tell their mom about this. "Why did you go into my room?", Rick asked. Julie's heart was racing. She didn't know what to say. "I... Well, I...". "Are you wearing a diaper?", Rick now asked point blank. Julie blushed heavily. She felt there was no point in denying it. She stayed silent for a while, then asked her younger brother: "What do you want from me?" "I'll let you in on a secret", Rick said. Julie got confused. Is this the time for sharing a secret? Rick continued. "I don't actually wet the bed anymore", he said. His sister's eyes got bigger. "You don't?", she said in disbelief. "I don't. But I still want to wear diapers. They make me happy", Rick said, now himself blushing. Julie's confusion grew. First her little dirty secret got busted by her brother, then he admits to an even dirtier secret? "What do you want from me?", Julie said in agony. "Well", Rick replied slowly, "I won't tell mom about your secret on one condition. I want to wear diapers during the day too, even when you're around." Julie smiled. That's one hell of a relief! Just to be sure, she asked: "Can I keep using yours?" Rick nodded. "So it's our secret now!", Julie exclaims. Rick was so happy. Finally he had what he wanted: more opportunities to wear a diaper during the day. "Did you wet it?", Rick asked his older sister. Julie blushed again, then she slowly nodded. "Maybe you should get changed", Rick proposed, "and I wanna wear one too before mom comes home." "Would you like me to help you with that?", Julie asked. Getting a diaper change from his older sister during the day without being teased? Rick was over the moon! He gave his sister a big hug, something he rarely does. Both Rick and Julie got up from the black couch. On it, a little wet patch was visible. Clearly, Julie's diaper had leaked. Julie put her hands in front of her mouth. This was embarrassing. "It's OK", Rick said, "it could happen to me too." Julie was already enjoying this completely renewed bond with her little brother. She followed him upstairs so she could change her wet diaper, then put one on her brother for the very first time.
Author's Note: Don't worry, I'm not so cruel as to not write about Megumin. That'll just take time. ------------------- RPGs are famous for being time-wasters, the world Kazuma had been reincarnated into was no different. He and his party were sitting lakeside, waiting for the goddess Aqua to do something productive for once and purify the water. If someone of her title and power could accomplish this task as she boasted she could, there'd be a quest completion reward. Until then, the rest of the party was waiting a safe distance away for her to finish. Also, Aqua was in a cage, to protect her from the alligator creatures that had taken residence in the corrupted water, the reason the quest was active in the first place. The monsters weren't around right now, so Aqua was just sitting in the water. She didn't enjoy being in the cage so she was probably doing something to get the quest done faster, but it didn't look like anything was happening. “You doing alright in there, Aqua,” Kazuma called out. “Do you need to use the bathroom or anything?” They had been out there for 2 hours already with little in the way of progress, there wouldn't be any harm in taking a break. “I'm okay,” Aqua responded. “And arch priests don't use the bathroom.” Arch priest was the job class that Aqua had been assigned, a healer with high strength stats. As purely a job, one that could be changed after leveling up, Kazuma didn't believe her at all. If she had claimed it was due to her goddess status, she might have had something to stand on. Actually, Kazuma just realized, he had never seen Aqua use the bathroom. The two of them had been together for a while now, ever since Kazuma died on Earth and reincarnated in this realm, taking the goddess with him to ensure he would have her full support to defeat the Devil King and return to his normal reality. True, Aqua was a goddess of water, but he didn't know whether that made it more or less understandable she had never expressed a need to relieve herself, especially when she had been drunk many times. Not that it'd matter if he really wanted to see it, because he had two other girls in his party. The first, standing to his right, was the young arch demon, Megumin, biggest fangirl of explosions to be found, and self-proclaimed crimson demon. Kazuma really had a problem with his teammates claiming to be competent. She wore a short red dress with black cape, a classic mage's hat, and was tightly gripping her new magic rod, which increased her magic attack so she'd rather die than give it up. “Arch demons don't use the bathroom, either.” “C-Crusaders don't need it, either.” That was Darkness, the blond armored knight with high HP and defense but the lowest accuracy stat ever assigned. Her purpose was mostly a shield, but she liked taking the blows so might as well let her, even if Kazuma wanted someone else that would do something useful more than once in a while. More relevant to the current discussion, Darkness was obviously lying. Both her hands were balled into fists and pressing against the front of her dress, her eyes closed and head facing downwards. Even if Kazuma found Darkness physically attractive, he found nothing interesting in her struggle despite his general perversions. “You don't need to deny it, Darkness.” He knew why they all denied it, girls unable to admit they do something like that, but was it worth hiding it when they were supposed to be a team, one that would need to leave the town with full restrooms for extended periods of time if they wanted good loot. “I guess we'll find out when we go on a quest that takes longer than a day.” Suddenly, Megumin looked panicked. “Y-you don't need to do that.” She lost eye contact with Kazuma, indicating the conversation was over. Kazuma let it happen and went back to watching Aqua. Darkness would have to deal with her problem on her own whenever she felt the need to, it was her responsibility and it was up to her what she did. Probably not even half an hour had passed, but Darkness was at her limit already. She was about to relieve herself before they left, but then Kazuma came to her with the request to force Aqua into a cage without any explanation, and Darkness obediently complied. The crusader had expected to have another bathroom chance before they left, but the party instead departed immediately, leaving Darkness still wanting, though not that incredibly much. Now they were taking so long, and Darkness was feeling the buildup. Not to say she didn't enjoy it, as anyone who knew her would have guessed. She was a sucker for punishment, she actively sought it out and got turned on by it, so the pain of needing to pee burstingly bad wasn't an entirely miserable place to find herself. However, she was really on the verge on wetting herself now, so even if there was a chance she'd be berated for having an accident like a little girl, she'd then have to sit in soaked armor for however long it took for Aqua to do her job. Not that she'd entirely object to the discomfort, but it would be very hard to clean once they got back to town. Depending on how long it had to be exposed to the water, it might not even be fully repairable by the end of it, and she couldn't risk that. But how would she excuse herself? She already lied about her personal needs, could she lie again to rectify that mistake? Would Kazuma berate her for lying? Maybe it was worth admitting it, then. “Uh, Kazuma...I actually lied earlier. I do need to use the bathroom, right now. You can punish me for lying, but please wait until after I'm done.” She wanted him to be forceful and yell at her now, but she didn't want to sound desperate. “Then go ahead and go behind the tree or something.” He didn't even look at her, he cared so little. “Y-you don't care that I lied? You're not going to tell me off for lying to you?” Her tone gave away her disappointment along with the blush of her naughty thoughts, mixed with the pain of her bladder as she bounced on her heels. “It was a matter of time before you cracked. I never believed it, so just go take care of business and forget it ever happened.” Kazuma still didn't look at Darkness, just shook his hand in the air to wave her away. Darkness was going to argue some more, but a wave from her bladder hit her, and really hard, forcing her to bend over at almost a right angle, her thighs pressing together as she fought to not wet herself right there. If she wanted her new armor to remain clean in its striking white, she couldn't waste any more time. Now, where was she going to go? They had parked in an open field, nothing but flat grassland in any direction, not counting the lake in front of them or the tree they were sitting at. If she was just going to be ignored, she'd rather not let anyone see her peeing, but there was no spot nearby that offered suitable privacy. She'd take what she could get now, but she didn't have to be satisfied with it, and since she'd still be seen in the lake, behind the tree it was. “I'm going behind the tree, neither of you look,” she shouted to her teammates, tossing her sword at their feet so she couldn't have to deal with it, thankfully missing cutting their toes off. Once again, Kazuma waved her away, not needing to hear every bit of her desperation. She slowly walked behind the tree trunk, looking at the dirt below her feet as she stayed hunched, at best shuffling her way forward. Megumin leaned in to Kazuma and whispered, into his chest because of height differences even after he bent down a little to accommodate, “Arch demons still don't have to use the bathroom.” Kazuma rolled his eyes and went back to watching Aqua. Darkness waddled behind the tree, the exact opposite side from Kazuma and Megumin, the trunk thankfully having enough girth to hide her full body, so now it was time to strip off her armor. This was the difficult part, armor was made of many individual pieces, so removing it was a time-consuming affair, and only having to worry about below the waist wouldn't make it easier. First, she reached behind her back and unclipped her breastplate, trying her hardest to do it with one hand so she could keep the other on her crotch. The breastplate needed to come off, though it only covered her upper torso, it was the top layer so removing everything beneath required its absence. At least underneath that bit of armor was mostly cloth, so undressing that would be much easier. Tossing her breastplate to the side, she then put her free right hand on her stomach to undo the straps holding her coat up, a dress that extended up to just below her breasts. She had to be careful about where she touched, if she accidentally pressed on her bladder, it would be all over. The straps came out from their clasps and it opened, though it stayed in place as her hand was still gripping between her legs. Very hesitantly, she removed that hand so gravity would take over, catching its side with her left hand so she could throw it away without having to use her feet. All that was left now was the real piece of armor, the top being a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and the bottom a dress, all one piece of attire hiding chainmail. Luckily, it was mostly dress, so all she had to do was lift it, which she did with her left hand while putting her right hand back to its crotch resting place, both for comfort and to perform the final act of undressing, getting her panties down. Gripping the front band, she pulled down on the orange underwear, softly to avoid pulling the front down too far ahead of the back and causing a tear, until they were at her knees, as far down as they needed to be. Peeking her head out to the side to ensure she still had privacy, she spread her thighs as wide as she could manage with panties at her knees being stretched out, but now she was exposed and ready. She didn't need to remove her gloves or shoes for this, so she could finally pee. Still holding the armor dress up with her left hand really high to accommodate the length, she took the index and middle fingers to spread her lips and clear her pee hole, pulling upwards to guarantee distance. Of course Darkness was skilled in answering nature's call in its domain, that was basically a prerequisite for being an adventurer. She could even do a pretty amazing standing pee, one that could pass for a man. Her bladder wasn't waiting any longer, not after holding for so long, and the flow of urine started flying heavily. A nice yellow color, it splashed onto the tree's surface just a few centimeters down from its starting point, making a splatter as it hit the wood. Darkness let out a soft exhale at the relief, it felt really good to go as the pressure on her bladder decreased. The trunk was covered in a shine as it got more and more wet, the majority streaming down the uneven bark, puddling at the roots. She wasn't worried about any of it getting on her shoes, they were made for combat and could withstand a little water. Somewhat over a minute after it started, the force died down pretty abruptly to the point it no longer had forward momentum. Darkness let her right hand go to allow whatever remaining volume her bladder had to drop directly below and between her legs, dripping into and getting absorbed by her panties. Since she was basically wetting herself already, she used her now-free hand to pull her panties back up slowly, her pee ending just about when they were back in place. Finally, she could let her heavy dress fall back into place, and as she rubbed her tired left arm, she said under her breath, “ah, much better”. And she still had to sit in pretty wet panties, so her need for punishment was also satisfied. Just as she looked up, a quick flash of brown disappeared from her sight, behind the opposite side of the tree. It was a color she recognized, and once she recognized it, a vibrant blush hit her face as a large smile broke out. Ignoring all her other clothing sitting on the ground, she bolted back to the side of the tree her friends were on, and closest to her was Kazuma staring off in the distance, a blush as bad as hers on his face. “You watched me, Kazuma?” “N-no way! I was...just checking to make sure you were okay. You were back there for a long time.” He was avoiding eye contact like it'd kill him, giving away his lack of integrity, not that it was a surprise considering his previous perverted tendencies. Megumin also seemed to be looking away like she was deliberately ignoring everything happening. Darkness wasn't taking it so badly, at least. She fell to her knees in front of him, clasping her hands together to beg. “No, please! Tell me off for exposing myself so indecently, for peeing while standing! Call me disgusting, acting like a man, that I should have held it no matter what!” Her pupils shrunk as she continued to plead, shaking his leg and going completely crazy. Kazuma shouted as she assaulted him with demands, and he realized that, either in the previous few minutes or throughout his entire life, terrible mistakes were made.
Another 4 hours went by after Darkness did her business, she had since calmed down and was once again quietly watching Aqua in her cage, who had made no visible progress in purifying the lake and had made no more sounds. The party had the time to waste, they'd stay until that water was clear and blue. Megumin didn't have the same patience, however. She had done well waiting this long, but after 6 hours with regular hydration courtesy of Kazuma's Create Water spell, it was only natural that her bladder had been slowly filling. Now, the little crimson demon needed to pee quite badly and she'd need to keep waiting. It's not like she would admit it, she was very adamant about keeping her bathroom needs private, a reasonable embarrassment in any other situation. But now, in a location and circumstance with no means of escape, it just meant she was forced to hold it. And she really had to hold it, too. Megumin was smaller in body size than her comrades, so her bladder capacity was lesser, small enough that there was no way she could make it through this whole quest without hitting its limit. It was an entirely acceptable time, 6 hours, but now she'd need to relieve herself. Not that she'd ever admit it, she had already claimed she didn't use the bathroom and she was sticking to that. She'd need to do something, though. Holding it until they got back to town was out of the question, she was so close to bursting now. She wasn't grabbing herself or anything, instead making do with her legs close together to keep the pressure at bay. It worked for the time being, but she wouldn't be able to contain it forever. Things would be so much easier if she could just admit she needed to pee, but she couldn't bring herself to make it known. It wasn't just general shame and disgust of a bodily function, she did not want Kazuma involved in this. Not just from the way he peeped on Darkness a mere few hours earlier, but his previous actions that outed him as a degenerate. His first act upon learning Steal was to loot the panties of the girl who taught him the skill straight from her body, and he was ecstatic about it. It didn't end there, either, because he demonstrated his new skill later by plundering Megumin's panties. True, he didn't celebrate about that one and gave them back without argument, but he had already proven himself perverted, so Megumin wasn't able to undress near him. It wasn't creepy enough to get her to leave the only party that let her be a member, but it was enough to make her wary. She started dancing a little in place to help with the holding, but she wanted to ignore the pain. Dwelling on it wouldn't do anything but make her need worse, but it's not like she could just neglect it either, not with the pressure it was giving off. She needed a distraction, and hey, there were two friends right there. “Do you think Aqua's doing all right in there? It's been a really long time.” “She's being quiet, that's for sure,” Kazuma replied. “How are you holding up, Megumin? You're bouncing.” Megumin really didn't notice, but she looked down to confirm, and she was certainly dancing. Her legs were really moving, with speed like she was jogging. Letting out a whine like a cat getting its tail stepped on, every muscle in her body tensed and she stood as straight as she could...for a few seconds, after which her right leg started twitching so fast it was almost a blur. “I'm fine,” she stammered loudly. “I already told you, crimson demons don't use the bathroom!” “I didn't say anything about a bathroom. And you said it was arch demons who didn't use the bathroom last time.” Megumin's face turned a brighter red than her clothes. “T-then I doubly don't need to go!” Her outburst earned the stares of both Kazuma and Darkness, forcing her tone to change as she looked down sheepishly. “Please don't look,” she whimpered as she pulled the front of her dress downward, the force in her bladder increasing, further pressuring her to let go. Now it was a tempting proposition, but she just couldn't take it with others watching. The mage was struggling pretty visibly, even if she wouldn't admit anything was wrong. She wouldn't dare grab her crotch, but she was still tugging her dress to cope with the pain. Her ankles were also stuck together like they were glued, her knees swinging side to side like a pair of hands clapping. It was wholly obvious just how bad she needed to pee, but she was determined to not make a sound. She was failing, yes, with all the little squeaks and grunts emanating from her, but she was trying. However, her dances were becoming distracting to the team, Kazuma in particular was tired of seeing her in pain. “Seriously Megumin, if you need to use the bathroom, just do it. We really don't mind.” Darkness nodded to say she agreed. Megumin didn't agree. “I don't need to pee! Please stop reminding me.” They seemed to be contradicting statements, that's the kind of thing that happens when intense desperation is in effect. Kazuma looked at Darkness, who shrugged at their companion's stubbornness. “What are we going to do about Megumin,” he whispered to the crusader. Darkness shook her head, not sure how to respond, before a sudden idea hit her. “Megumin, I think I see something rustling over there.” She pointed to a patch of tall grass off in the distance, far enough away that a person standing in it would be indefinable. “Would you mind investigating?” Women have a sort of connection between each other, that way they catch onto insinuations made by another as kindred spirits do. As such, Megumin understood what Darkness was getting at. A short girl such as herself squatting in that grass would be entirely invisible. Smiling, she took one of her hands off her dress and put its index finger on the brim of her hat, a difficult task when she just wanted to keep holding. “Very well, I shall investigate. You two wait here until I return.” She walked off with that sense of confidence, but only for a couple steps before stiffness from desire to keep her body steady set in. Kazuma flashed Darkness a thumbs up. “Nicely done, Darkness. That was starting to get pitiful.” A comfortable distance away, Megumin entered the tall grass, scratching her body with their rigor. At least they reached high, almost up to her neck, even her hat would be concealed with her in a lower position. Assuming she could even wait until she got into a squat, her bladder was currently bursting and aching to empty as soon as it could, it wanted to make her pee her panties now. At least she was entirely invisible now, so she could give into her body's desire to really hold herself. She bent over to almost a right angle with both hands buried deep up her dress, clutching her panties as her fingers twitched in the grasp. The mage couldn't wait any longer, her hands were already on her underwear, it was the smart idea to take advantage of that placement. Already bent over, she stuffed one of her hands inside her black panties so the other could pull them down, approximately down to where the thigh-high black sock on her left leg ended. That was all that was needed to ensure no wetness with what would follow. Actually, it was pretty impressive she had remained dry this whole time, considering how badly she had been holding for a while now, even if it wouldn't show on the dark fabric. Ever so thankfully for her, she wore much less than her crusader companion, undressing enough to satisfy her restroom needs would be much easier. With her panties already down, she merely needed to lift her dress a very short length, push her cape far behind, and squat until her rear was almost on the dirt, shaking all the way down. She got down just in time, because Megumin started peeing involuntarily right as she stopped moving. And it was a big pee, a very audible flowing noise emanating as a puddle formed, slowly soaking into the dirt, splashing more and more as the soil couldn't absorb fast enough. At least there happened to be a downhill slant to spread the puddle away from her feet, not that she had considered that before she let her body go. Megumin let out a breathy moan of ecstasy as her bladder drained. While she had spent a long time as a solo adventurer and therefore had privacy any time she wanted, she had also been a part of teams in the past and thus had experience keeping her needs secret and holding it past her comfort zone, this was probably the closest she had come to a legitimate accident in a very long time, perhaps ever. She had been so close to absolutely bursting mere seconds before, and now she couldn't picture anything more than the all-encompassing pleasure she was currently feeling. There were multiple things Megumin didn't think about before dropping her panties, but the most pressing would be her choice of location. Of course, she had realized it would be excellent to hide her shame, but it didn't occur to her what exactly could go wrong with this specific terrain. At least, not until the grass began rustling in front of her when she was still in the middle of peeing. Her heart almost stopped when her stream wouldn't, but things were quiet after that. For a few seconds at least, when the rustling resumed, followed by a foot-tall frog leaping into view. Megumin should have realized, she was in tall grass, there would be random encounters. Already traumatized by frogs from a previous quest, even if this one was much smaller, the little crimson demon screamed, guaranteeing her team would be checking on her soon. The shock of fear made her fall back, her bare butt landing on her cape with her legs straightening in front of her, splayed out in the puddle, soaking her sock, the purely cosmetic bandage on her right thigh, and the rear of her panties. The continuing leakage only served to get her ass and legs wet, with some getting absorbed by the back of her dress and a lot in her cape. The frog wasn't moving forward to attack her, but Megumin was frozen in terror, even her breathing was so shallow it was unnoticeable. Her only motion was the urine still flowing out and making her all wet. The pee was not slowing down, so the frog made the first move with a leap straight for her head. She couldn't even scream again, she just watched in horror at the attempted assault. Suddenly, a dagger came flying in from out of her sight, stabbing the frog mid-jump, sending it into the traditional death of turning translucent red before fading away. Megumin couldn't believe what had happened. Following immediately was the sound of running, accompanied by Kazuma yelling. “Megumin, are you alright?” He arrived next to her quickly, Darkness right behind. The sight both of them were greeted with was certainly an image to behold. The chuuni arch demon on the ground, panties down with a giant puddle beneath her. She hadn't even turned to look at them yet. Kazuma didn't need to be a woman to find the implied tension here, so he tried to talk about something else. “I really hit something with that dagger? Lucky throw.” It wasn't enough to get anyone else speaking, so he stayed quiet too, waiting for Megumin to move. She did a minute later, shaking enough that it looked like she might be suffering from hypothermia, but she did pull her panties back up while standing, drops falling from her clothes in response to gravity, her head hung low, though another of her bright blushes was still visible. Kazuma and Darkness looked at each other with a shared sense of sympathy, but they stayed hushed as Megumin walked ahead back to their tree. Darkness went with her while Kazuma hung back a little, lost in thoughts. “It's not fair that she has to be so humiliated,” he whispered to himself. Suddenly, an idea hit him. “Create water!” The two girls turned back at his casting, just in time to see a powerful spray of water fly from Kazuma's hand, crashing into Megumin below the neck. She shook it off, a fire present in her eyes once again. “What's that about?! I'm not wet enough?!” Kazuma shook off the shouting with a horizontal wave of his magic-casting hand. “Turn around.” Angry and not entirely rational, Megumin complied, where she was unsurprisingly met with another hose spray. “You fell in the water when we found you,” Kazuma explained. “Your clothes will dry off fine.” Megumin looked at him in stunned silence, prompting him to elaborate further. “That's the only thing that could have happened, right? After all, arch demons don't need to go to the bathroom.” Now it was Darkness' turn to give Kazuma a thumb up, and the two began the walk back to the tree, Megumin immobile once again from shock, but the good kind this time. All she could say was, “it will dry out, won't it?”
One more hour had gone by, Megumin's clothes were drying off, the total was now 7 hours that Aqua had been locked in a cage. The goddess had long since accepted her constrained fate, she was just being quiet and sitting still in the water, with her knees up to her face and her heels almost touching her butt. Her mere presence in the lake was enough to begin the purification, it was just a large body of water that was also deep, it was taking time. A lot of time. Still, it was working from the bottom up, even if it wasn't visible from the surface. Of course, as Darkness and Megumin could attest to, woman could not make it this long in this wilderness without a terrible need for a toilet taking hold. That was the point Aqua had finally reached, a captive deity needing to pee. She had done well for herself, 7 hours was actually somewhat impressive, all things considered, she was actually the last one holding by virtue of being the only nonhuman (no matter what Megumin claimed). But that no longer mattered, the current moment was that she needed to pee, and she was trapped. The easy solution was how she was already wet, she was sitting in dirty water. A little bit of urine couldn't possibly hurt, it'd just blend with the filth and get purified with the rest. She could probably be undetected too, her butt was right in the water, it'd just flow out with no problem. Even clothes weren't an obstacle, Aqua's dress was insanely short and she was above the human concept of panties, so her godly ass was always visible (though anything more naughty than that somehow stayed out of view), she had nothing to wet or pull aside. But she couldn't. She was supposed to be above human stuff like this, how degrading was it that she was considering how easy it would be to pee in the lake? “I can't...what would Kazuma say?” She was a powerful goddess, there should be no way she'd be unable to hold it until they returned to the town. That's why it was so embarrassing that her bladder was really straining, it was undeniable that Aqua could seriously have an accident soon. “No...no, Aqua! Do not give in, you're better than this! You can wait until there's a safe place to pee!” Aqua was very proud, very protective of her deity status, she took offense to it being challenged, she would never forgive herself if she lost this struggle. “I just...have to wait, is all. Easy for someone of my stature.” She didn't believe a single word of it, though. “What are you yelling about in there,” Kazuma shouted to her from his safe perch. “...damn, he heard that,” she whispered this time. “I'm fine, of course! This is nothing a praiseworthy goddess like me can't handle! I'll be done soon!” The purification was close to finished, but even if it wasn't, she would hurry to leave this place soon. Not just to relieve herself, though it was the primary motivation, she was also sick of sitting in this cage. She whimpered. It was honestly amazing how badly Aqua needed to piss, her legs were shaking and squirming just to keep things under control, it very well could be impossible to hold it long enough. She wasn't one to give up, though (unless things were hard in which case she would let Kazuma do it), so she was committed to wait it out as long as her body would let her. -------------------------- Well, it didn't take long for the blue-haired “idol” to reach what had to be at least near her absolute limit. Her legs hadn't moved position in the intermediate time, but they sure were wiggling and bouncing a whole lot, both in sync and alternating. If anyone could see her clearly, her desperation would be entirely unmistakable, making Aqua so happy her party had enough distance. “Think Aqua, think,” she muttered as she hit herself on the head to get thoughts moving. “You're stuck in a cage, you really feel like you're about to wet yourself, you're being watched, what do you do?” Her bladder sent even harder pains through her at the thought, like she was being stabbed by a starter dagger right in the stomach. She couldn't help it this time, she pulled her legs closer to her body and started shaking even harder. Her current worse fear (besides those Axis-forsaken frogs) ended up becoming true, her more exaggerated movements had caught the attention of her team, Darkness particularly. “What are you doing in there, Aqua,” she called out. “N-nothing at all!” Aqua was really backed into a corner, the subsequent skeptical look Darkness gave Kazuma and Megumin, who returned the gesture, showcased they were not believing her lies for a second. They had to know she was holding as much water as this lake, how could she possibly face them again after this moment of weakness? Kazuma put his hands to his mouth to boost the volume of his words. “Are you ready to give in and use the bathroom, Aqua? Everyone else has, don't bother torturing yourself.” “Easy for you to say,” the goddess grumbled, careful not to be heard this time. “You're a boy, doing something that gross is normal.” She wasn't considering that Darkness and Megumin had also relented and answered nature's call, because it didn't fit her current rhetoric. “They're all just humans, anyway, it's not a big deal if they do it.” Even the water goddess who routinely failed to live up to that title didn't believe the crimson demon's claims of superiority. “Really, Aqua! We already know you were lying about priests, or goddesses, or whatever not needing to pee, you don't have to hide it anymore! Darkness and Megumin have already done it!” “What are you talking about?! I didn't pee,” Megumin shouted back, matching Kazuma's intensity even when it was directed at him instead of Aqua. Aqua tried to shut them out, to ignore the world outside her cage. The only thing she wanted right now was all her energy to go to keeping her bladder steady, with a minimal portion fueling the lake's nearly complete purification. Maybe if she could get the lake as cool and blue as her, attention would slide off her, and she could swallow her pride and sneak off behind a bush or something. Disgusting, but desperation makes a girl think and do strange things, immortality doesn't change that. “Ohhh...what did I do to deserve this torture?” Quite a lot, honestly, but it was hard to fully justify the hell she was suffering, at the mercy of her organs. She wouldn't dare grab her crotch, even though it would help with the bursting pressure immensely, so she had to settle for more leg jiggling for the tiny, increasingly useless relief it provided her aching abdomen. So engrossed and preoccupied with holding, Aqua didn't notice something pretty important, that her team had stopped their petty squabbling and were all staring fearfully into the lake. It took Kazuma yelling “Aqua, watch out” before it finally processed, and she turned to follow their gaze. She saw them alright, it was impossible to miss. A congregation of alligators, menacing and hungry, swimming directing at the cage. True terror heading straight towards the goddess, and she couldn't run. The gators wasted no time starting their assault, circling the metal prison multiple times, like they were just inducing fear. Aqua's busty chest heaved in panic, both from the encroaching creatures and the impending potty emergency, time was almost out. Actually, it was already a veritable and urgent emergency, it was just about to spike to its peak. The alligators got tired of waiting and struck, all of them widely opening their very toothy mouths and biting hard into the iron columns holding Aqua captive. Each of them had the individual goal to rip into the cell, so they were all pulling in opposing directions, rocking the cage all over and flinging its contents with it. Aqua could only scream as she crashed into every wall with loud clangs, her arms, back, head all taking injury, still all paling to the horrible strain and misery happening inside her body. But at least it wouldn't be plaguing her for much longer, because even a goddess can't keep her bladder under control when it's full to absolute bursting limits under this kind of stress. Midair, in the process of being tossed from one side of the cage to the other while shouting in sheer panic, Aqua finally lost her hold. Even if she had been in discomfort for hours, it didn't feel good, the sensation of a heavy stream exiting her urethra into the open air wasn't pleasant. She hadn't even noticed yet, so entangled in reptile dread that the golden leakings escaped her current concern in favor of worrying about being mauled. At least, until she saw the freefall pee while she was helplessly tumbling as well, at which point she was all too aware of her emptying bladder. Amazingly, and ironically, despite Aqua wearing the least of the party with no pants or underwear to cover her godhood, the surprising amount of urine flowing from her body everywhere while she was thrown around like a ball meant she was continuously colliding with her own liquids. Dress, stockings, sleeves, hair loopy, all were getting soaked as Aqua's bottomless bladder continued to empty everywhere and on everything. This little embarrassment was not staying hidden, all eyes were close on her, and the broken stream was a perfect gold reflecting the sun's rays, making it radiant and eye-catching. At least it wasn't loud, the portions were small by the time they hit the water below, so the splashes were scattered and quiet. And it was drowned out tenfold by the clanging of metal and the screaming of goddess happening simultaneously. Somehow, gravity took hold of Aqua now, and she landed on the cage's metal floor on her knees, still being rocked like a succubus in dreams, she stretched her hands out and shoved her palms in the water. “Purification! Purification! Purification!” If she could clean the lake, the alligators would leave, a last-ditch effort to save herself. Save her body, at least, her bladder was long gone. But now that she was still, her butt in the air, the pee stream flowed from her rear freely in a healthy arc into the water behind her, between her legs with a ringing splash. With the adrenaline-fueled effort she was putting forth, Aqua's purification finally saw results. The murky brown water faded into clear blue, even the yellow clouds she was making in the lake weren't staying for long. As the water turned lighter, the alligators stopped their cage shaking, released the bars from their teeth, and swam away out of sight like they were afraid they'd be attacked now. Aqua stayed paralyzed, on her hands and knees in the now clean water, still peeing heavily. A minute of pure silence followed, the absolute only sound being Aqua's splashing, echoing through everyone's ears. It took so long, but she finally emptied, leaving plenty of traces of her shame. She wasn't casting purify anymore, so the new yellow was staying, her clothes still had plenty soaked into them, and even after all was cleaned, no one would ever forget it, giving this little story the same immortality as the goddess who spawned it. Once they were sure everything was clear, Aqua's teammates approached the cage slowly. “Hey, Aqua,” Kazuma quietly opened. “We were talking, and we decided you can have the full reward money. We'll let you out of the cage now.” Aqua didn't respond. She continued her stillness, not even twitching or wavering. It was 10 seconds before she replied, quietly, “the world outside the cage is scary. I don't want to leave.” Once again, the goddess had found herself traumatized, alligators added to the list of deep fears with frogs. It didn't even register that she had just wet herself, even as the urine stuck the clothing it touched to her skin. She just wanted to avoid further peril, to survive, in this devil's blessing on this horrible world.
Megumin was jealous. One of the lesser stated facets of being an adventurer was drinking alcoholic beverages with the guild after a successful quest, it was a social event of merriment and camaraderie. But the arch demon that was just as much a part of the victory as Kazuma, Aqua, or Darkness just had to be underage and couldn't partake in the party. Instead, she was sitting somberly at one of the tables while her team was having all the fun. Well, she didn't have to be alone in her loneliness, because here came the master of exclusion, fellow crimson demon Yunyun. "Alright Megumin, this is my chance! This is the time I finally beat you!" Yunyun's constant need for validation and her contrasting taste to the rest of their class made her an awkward sort that chased away anyone friendly, and even similar castoff Megumin didn't want to hang out with her. But Yunyun was carrying as many full mugs as she could carry, so there was an immediate, material benefit to humoring her. "Alright then, I accept your challenge." She patted one of the many empty spots on the bench as a gesture to join. The friendless mage was all too happy for the company, and she sat down with the biggest smile on her face, laying her armful of wooden steins on the table. Megumin wasted no time grabbing the closest one and chugging it down. "Good, you've got the idea down! Oh, don't worry, I got non-alcoholic drinks." Just as quickly as she picked it up, Megumin put the drink down with a look of disgust and severe disappointment. "So what do you want to beat me in this time?" "Whoever can drink more wins!" She had lost the lead, so Yunyun started drinking to catch up. Against her better judgment, Megumin grabbed her mug again and resumed, slowed to a sip. She had nothing else to do, might as well prove her superiority. --------------- Yunyun was at her limit. Drinking a lot in rapid succession felt awful, her stomach was feeling sick halfway through her tenth mug. "I can't do anymore," she declared, face falling on the table in an exhausted daze. Megumin was barely doing better. She, too, was working on her tenth, seriously considering ending it now and letting Yunyun have a second victory over her. But, for better or worse, the mage was proud, she wouldn't lose when victory was nothing beyond a drink was in her way. "Here goes..." She hesitated, she looked displeased, but she forced that final bit of liquid down her throat, and collapsed in a similar way. "Yunyun, let's make a deal," she slurred, holding out a hand towards her competitor. "Never do a food-related challenge again." "Deal." They very weakly shook hands and resumed being mostly dead with nothing more than anguished groaning while everyone else was allowed to enjoy themselves. Some large amount of time passed, or maybe it just felt like an eternity, and Megumin somehow found the strength to stand up, having to hold her stomach to protect against any churning. "Where are you going," Yunyun asked with the bare minimum energy. "Gotta use the bathroom," she answered, not caring to hide her bodily functions. "Gonna need to before all this goes through me." She was initially allowed to continue, but processing that statement put a new shot of energy into Yunyun, though she still wouldn't stand. "Megumin! I have another challenge for you, and this time I'm going to win!" "What," Megumin asked, not even trying to hide her patience long-gone. "Holding contest! Whoever has to relieve themselves first loses!" She had no reason to agree. Megumin could very easily ignore her contest and take a leak like she had planned. She wouldn't even feel guilty about blowing Yunyun off. But her life was full of bad decisions, whether she would own up to them or not. "Fine, I'll kick your ass again." "Come on, Megumin," Kazuma called, suddenly a part of their activities. "It's late! We're going home, and we're leaving you behind if you don't come now!" "Oh..." Yunyun's head fell, depressed. "Never mind, then. I'll see you another time." What was this emotion Megumin was feeling looking at Yunyun? She felt...bad? Was it pity? Yeah, had to be pity. "This was going to be a long term challenge anyway, I don't intend to stop because midnight has fallen. I intend to ensure you don't try and cheat, claim you won this if it was never truly decided." "Can you speak normal, please," Yunyun asked. "I know you've got nothing better, so I invite you to our lair, so that we may continue this charade." Megumin may be going full chuuni, but the second-hand embarrassment could not hope to quell what was possibly the happiest moment in Yunyun's life. "You're inviting me to a slumber party?!" "Don't call it that." "Aaaahhhh! Yesyesyesyesyes!" She leapt out of her seat and hugged Megumin with all she had...when she was made to realize they still had a lot of fluid clogging up their systems. She backed away to allow them both to clutch their stomachs in sickened discomfort. --------------- "Ungh..." The explosion mage was doing her best not to wake up, fall back asleep, but she just couldn't. Way too much in the liquids department, and she couldn't drain them in bed. Well, she could, but it was something to be avoided. "I gotta go real bad now." She sat up, taking very special care not to jostle anything inside, ready to rush to the bathroom before she couldn't manage. In a more upright position, with the moon's light shining in, only then was Megumin reminded she wasn't alone, with someone else sleeping next to her. "That's right, I've still got a contest to win! I can't give up now!" But she couldn't very well continue to hold, that hard feeling in her bladder made damn sure she knew she wasn't holding more. So how could she still come through victorious without putting in effort? Sabotage, obviously. So long as she wasn't the first to pee, she won by default, and she had the right persuasion for the job. Her arm shot out to punch her bedmate awake, she just didn't hit the intended target, as she was made aware of when she heard a cat yelp in pain. That was Chomusuke, making his pillow on Yunyun's pillows. Still, the cry was enough to wake the mage. "Woah, what's going on?" Surprisingly, the first thing she did was pat the blanket around her lap. "Good, it's dry." That was the last thing Megumin was expecting to hear, and she didn't like its implications. "Were...were you expecting to wet the bed?" Yunyun shrieked and jumped away, not being alone was a new feeling, she forgot. "N-no, I just have to go really bad, I was worried it might happen! I certainly don't wet the bed frequently!" Ignoring that bit of information she didn't need to know, this was an golden opportunity. Kazuma's luck must be rubbing off. "If you're that scared, go to the bathroom now. I don't want you pissing my bed!" "B-but you haven't gone yet. I don't want to lose now!" "If you're already worried about an accident, then I'm telling you now: you're not winning. I can wait a lot longer still." That might be the biggest lie she ever told, she had no doubt Yunyun had the advantage. She might have the older body, but her mind could still be manipulated. "T-then...can you come with me? I don't know where the bathroom is." Yawning, Megumin slid out from under the warm sheets. "Sure. Come on." Yunyun might be peeing first, but Megumin would be on that toilet right after. Holding hands, the two mages crept through the halls. Thankfully, one of them knew the layout from plenty of late-night potty runs, so they weren't bumping into walls and wasting time. With that kind of guidance, it took almost no time to reach the bathroom, though time was still in very limited supply. No prodding necessary, Yunyun grabbed the door handle, pulled, and achieved nothing. Pushing got her nowhere as well. "I-it won't open." It wasn't impossible, but Megumin didn't believe it either. "Is someone in there?" She put her ear to the door to listen for sounds of life, and she heard something: puking. That needed no introduction, and her patience for it was running thin. She began banging on the door, shouting, "Aqua, get out of there now! We gotta pee!" The goddess didn't respond right away, she needed a few more heaves for digestive stability. "I think...I think I'm almost done. Wait a little longer?" She didn't want to, but it's not like Megumin could argue. The door was locked, neither girl had thieving abilities, it wasn't going to open until Aqua was finished. She whined, but stood down with her legs together. Had to look inconspicuous, Yunyun was the polite type to let another girl go first if they needed it more. "Ohhhh, I really need to relieve myself," Yunyun panted out. Seeing as how this sleepover was spur of the moment, she was still in her day clothes, and lightly tugging on the front of her skirt. No doubt she could certainly use the toilet right about now, but if that's how desperate she was, Megumin would never have stood a chance in a fair fight. She was currently resisting the urge to grab her pajama pants hard for that bit of sweet relief it would provide. And she was really wishing she could do that dance now, because control was starting to slip. A little spurt found its way into the detonation demon's dark purple panties. It was only a tiny bit, barely noticeable once it had soaked in, but it was a bad omen. It would not be long before Megumin started wetting herself now. And still, she kept quiet, denying her instincts. The toilet flushed, running water an awful sound to both girls, but at least it meant their drunk goddess was done. The blue-haired priest stumbled out, Yunyun made a move for the door, but stopped and looked at her friend. "Are you sure I can go first?" "Yes, just go!" That may have sounded too urgent, but Yunyun didn't question it and ran in, having the time to spare to lock the door. "Phew, I'm good now." With no one to watch, Megumin grabbed her crotch hard and started dancing, leaning against the wall. "Just have to wait for her to finish, she can't hold that mu-" The sound of Yunyun emptying herself into the toilet drowned her out, a splashing of a drinking contest's worth of liquids forcing their way out, And damn, was it loud. "Crap...I may have made a horrible mistake." It'd only be a minute, but it'd be a torturous one. At least Yunyun was enjoying herself. So many drinks gone through her body, held uncomfortably, still able to be released in a proper place, that was a good feeling. Her black panties had made it through the ordeal completely dry, too, she was kind of worried about that. With nothing to fear, she started humming as she continued her tinkle. Forced to listen, Megumin was just about at her limit. Her bladder was already maxed out, and making room by trickling some out, bigger and bigger each time. Her underwear was drenched, so any further drippings found their way into the fabric of her red pants, or running down her inner legs to dampen lower. It was getting really visible, and would only get worse real soon. And Yunyun was still going strong, the math wasn't working out. With one fist balled between her thighs, the other banged on the wooden door, threatening to knock it off its hinges. "Yunyun, get out of there! I need it now!" "H-huh?! B-but I'm not done yet!" "Hold the rest in! I gotta pee this second!" Yunyun was panicking, she had never tried to stop the flow before its natural course had been run. But if Megumin was yelling at her, she had little choice, she needed to find a way to stop. Right leg went over her left, she squeezed them together to close the passage, grinding the pee to a halt. Sighing, she uncrossed them to stand up, allowing the stream to resume at its previous power. That hope spot of quiet had been latched onto, and its anchor was not pleased it had disappeared. "Stop! Get out!" She wasn't stopping prematurely, so there was only one way to hurry this up. "I'm sorry, Megumin!" She took a deep breath and forced the muscles in her abdomen, unleashing her remaining urine at a much faster pace. It was deafening, and Megumin was suffering. She continued banging on the door to no avail as Yunyun did her best to empty out. At least she had already released a decent chunk of her bladder, this was draining her in no time flat. It only took a few seconds to dry up, and she hastily wiped herself and pulled her underwear back up. At least she didn't waste time flushing as she unlocked the door. The instant the latch clicked, Megumin forced her way into the tiny room. She didn't even ask Yunyun to leave or wait for her to do so, her glistening pants and panties came down, she dropped onto the seat, and the torrent began. Granted, that power had nothing on the previous downpour, but for a smaller girl that was just letting go instead of putting effort in, it was impressive. Yunyun couldn't imagine herself ever matching that. She knew it was wrong to stare, that she should leave now, but Yunyun found herself mesmerized by her friend's lack of shame. This wasn't something she had ever seen before, and Megumin was giving quite the view. Even her legs were spread apart to fully expose her privates and the clear pee erupting from them, with someone looking and the door wide open. Not like she could complain at the moment, her voice being taken up by heavy panting and some moaning. Feeling very awkward about what she had witnessed, Yunyun tried to leave, slowly to not startle Megumin. By then, the initial good feeling of intense relief was fading, her breathing had steadied, and she was becoming more aware of what she had let be visible, squeaking and jamming her knees together to rectify that grave mistake. Still, she didn't care that much, at least Yunyun had the same parts. She was blushing, but she looked the other mage in the eye and declared, "I win again!"
WELL, AREN'T I JUST THE BIGGEST LIAR --------------- "Aqua...please hurry back..." Megumin shuddered and tightly gripped the blanket on Aqua's bed as the crimson demon sat atop the mattress, her fingers trembling as her chest heaved. The arch-priest was currently busy roaming the halls of the mansion, exorcising ghosts, so if someone needed her, they were out of luck. It was definitely nice to receive a mansion for the trouble, living quarters far beyond anything Megumin had experienced before, but the trade-off was intense. The arch-wizard was desperate for safety and security when faced with the threat of haunting, which was why she had left her own bed in search of companionship. But that was far from her most desperate desire right now. As she sat squirming and wiggling, the events that led to her finding her way here replayed in her mind. Megumin had her share of trouble falling asleep, eyes wide open as she hid from the ghosts beneath her sheets pulled up to her nose, but it wasn't long before the drinks ingested during dinner caught up with her, and it wasn't long after that before it became painfully obvious that she wouldn't last until morning. Cue the mad dash to Aqua's bedroom for capable company to stand guard. So she could go pee. It was bad. She was no stranger to having a full bladder, thanks to her continued insistence that "crimson demons don't use the bathroom", but this was a step, or two, or two dozen, beyond even that. The mass of urine simmered away inside her tummy, forming a lump beneath the loose fabric of her red pajama shirt, cramping the muscles keeping the liquids still, even as the small girl attempted to temper the pain by crossing her legs, and squeezing the crotch of her pants in both palms. For a moment, it seemed like that was enough to keep her steady for a while longer. That is, until a stabbing surge of hot pain stiffened her muscles, leaving her able to do nothing but feel the sudden splotch of warm dampness across her panties. "Eep!" It was a short squirt, leaving nothing but a wet patch the size of a single Eris coin, but the mere fact that she had leaked at all was alarming. "I can't believe it... I'm gonna wet myself if Aqua doesn't get back here now! Hell, it doesn't have to be her, I'll take anyone! It can be Darkness! It can even be...Kazuma..." That last name was spoken with increased hesitation, clearly a last resort. No girl wanted a guy like Kazuma standing watch for them while they peed. But even still, she considered it. Anything was better than being imprisoned in this bedroom by her own fear. Well, there was one thing worse, and just her luck, there it was outside the door: a loud pounding threatening to bust the thing down, all backed by a voice hollering "AQUA! AQUA!" "AAHHHHHH!" Megumin wanted nothing more than to scramble away, hide under the bed, but she just couldn't get her body to obey. It was taking all her strength and concentration to keep her urine inside in spite of her fear, a fear so intense that she might have wet herself even if she wasn't positively bursting. Her pupils shook and shrunk, she could only choke out tiny squeals, and the chill than ran through her veins only served to accentuate the warmth in her pants. Despite her prayers, the door did not hold, and whatever sat on the other side forced its way in with the ferocity of a furious beast. Cue a scream of bloodcurdling terror from both Megumin and the intruder. It was only upon hearing their voice and seeing their form that Megumin recognized the trespasser as Kazuma, who was not pleased with the deafening shouts that he definitely didn't contribute to. "What the hell was that for?! You nearly made me piss myself!" "S-same to you!" Truthfully, while she had been seemingly too afraid to even pee her pants, the shock did result in another warm spurt. Even knowing that she wore black panties, she dreaded seeing the damage they had sustained, and all from leaks. Yet she was still bursting. "What are you doing in here? This is Aqua's bedroom!" "Yeah, I know! So what are you doing here?!" Megumin hesitated, looking at Kazuma with nervous eyes. She had a perfectly normal reason to be in this room, it was just an incredibly embarrassing one, one that revolved around her "feminine needs". But there wasn't much she could do to avoid the question, so she dropped eye-contact and started mumbling. "W-well, I heard some weird noises in my room, so I wanted her help." Her volume dropped even further, to the point that she was barely audible. "You know, to stand guard while I...go pee." "Damn it, so we had the same idea..." Stiffly, Kazuma strolled across the bedroom, towards the large door on the opposite end that led to the outside. "Megumin, you're gonna have to turn the other way and cover your ears while I'm out on the balcony." The crimson demon knew exactly where he was going with that. Truthfully, she had at one point considered the same solution, squatting out on the porch and aiming her pee between the guardrail bars, letting it splash from the second story down into the yard in a warm puddle, steaming in the winter air. The only reason she hadn't gone through with it was a sense of shame, something Kazuma clearly lacked. And if that was the case, it was Megumin's duty to set him straight by tugging on his tracksuit shirt as he passed. "Where do you think you're going?" Kazuma did not look back. "Let go. Or you'll be responsible for the puddle on Aqua's floor." That was the last picture Megumin needed to imagine, or more accurately, imagine again. Yes, when her waves of desperation hit their hardest, the arch-wizard did fear the possibility that her hold would fail, that she'd leave a spectacular mess on Aqua's floor or Aqua's bed. That humiliating scene had yet to pass, but the chance that it still could was very much real, and even the knowledge that Kazuma was answering nature's call in his own way would be enough to make it happen. No, whatever it took, she could not let that happen. "I'm not letting go." That prompted Kazuma to fight, hard enough to make Megumin jump out of bed in order to hold him back, a jolt far too sudden for the poor crimson demon's bladder. Cue yet another spurt of dampness, warmth that sent ice up her spine. "Ah! W-what even makes you think you can do s-something like that in here," she fiercely argued. "You pervert!" "Oh, bite me! Nobody's stopping you from doing the same thing! You can use that bottle on the floor," Kazuma, while using one hand to pry Megumin's hand off his shirt, pointed at an empty glass champagne bottle on Aqua's floor. Megumin had considered that possibility as well; in fact, she considered it first, relieving herself into the container already present in the room she felt safe, but that one went out the window when she began weighing that option. Simply put, there was no way a girl like her could pee in a bottle without also spilling it everywhere. But she wouldn't say that was why she turned it down. "W-why would you even suggest that?! Is watching girls do stuff like that how you get your kicks?!" "Will you just get your hands off me already?!" Kazuma tried to pull away even harder, using his larger body to drag Megumin with him, the threads of his clothing stretching and fraying. So, instead of continuing with his attempts to pull her hand off, he covered her face with his hand and pushed from there, smushing her nose against his palm. At that angle, he was looking in the direction of the door, and when his gaze drifted from the crimson demon, the color drained from his face and the fight left his body. Feeling him go limp, Megumin's own grip loosened, as fear welled up in the pit of her stomach again. Trembling, she turned her head and upper body to see what turned Kazuma speechless, and she found it: the door wide open, when they had never heard it move, its frame filled from floor to ceiling with small dolls, eyes shining in the moonlight, every single one of them trained on the two. Megumin's mouth hung agape, though the only sounds that came from within were small chokes and squeaks, unable to form even a mindless scream. She was present enough to pee a little, however. And the spurt only worsened when Kazuma took her by the hand and dragged her along as he ran towards the door frame, barreling through the possessed puppets like they were toys, kicking the wall aside with his unyielding tackle. The sudden jerking and yanking caught Megumin off-guard, and not only did her high-pitched squeal echo through the mansion halls, a spout sprang forth in her pajamas, reaching the threshold where it very well could be visible from the outside, on her pants. At this rate, there was only one way she was making it to the bathroom. "Kazuma, go right!" "What?! What does it matter?!" "Just do it!" In the face of Megumin's stern insistence, the adventurer could do nothing but obey, dragging her along down the dimly-lit hallway, to where Megumin knew the toilet lay. "I'm gonna make it," she whispered in the stride. "There's gonna be a real waterfall as soon as I do, but I'll make it." Plenty of scary stuff was happening tonight, but she no longer needed to fear an accident, and that was enough to make her feel strong. --------------- "Kazuma? Are you still there?" "Yes, I'm out here." "A-are you sure? You won't leave?" "Agh, just hurry the hell up in there! Or you're going to be the one cleaning the floor!" "D-don't be so pushy! I can't go with that kind of pressure!" True to her determination, Megumin had made it to the bathroom without wetting herself. Or, rather, without having a complete accident, because it was just ludicrous to expect a girl her size to avoid any leaks, not at this stage of desperation. And, thanks to an impressively cute set of red puppy-dog eyes, she had stolen first dibs on the toilet from Kazuma, wasting no time in sequestering herself within the tiny water closet. Once inside, Megumin wasted no time, hurrying to undress. Gripping the waist of her pants with both hands, the arch-wizard shoved them down with every point of strength on her adventurer card, watching them crumple at her ankles with a soft "thud". Next, of course, came her underwear, which followed the same procedure, with one major distinction: the sensation of removing her panties. Thanks to their immediate proximity to the urine dripping free, the black garment was heavily saturated with cooling dampness soaked between every fiber, so while the effort required to remove them was no greater, her panties peeled off her privates with a disgusting stickiness, leaving trace amounts of pee on her skin and folds. And the source lay to rest with her pants, in a pile on the floor at her feet. Those were the events that led to the present, with Megumin sitting on the toilet seat. All should have been well. There was just one thing missing, one critical element this small bathroom was devoid of: the sound of flowing water. Even within the confines of these walls, the memory of the ghost doll attack mere minutes prior had not left the crimson demon's mind, and even now, she felt unsafe, like any of those spirits could overpower Kazuma and force their way in while she was...busy, and unable to stand up. Under those circumstances, it was no wonder that she couldn't relax enough for her bladder to void its contents. "Please... I'm begging you, I really, really need to pee," she pleaded to herself. Even as no physical obstacles stood between her urethral tract and the bowl of water below, she just couldn't force even a drop out. A cruel irony; she had needed to try so hard to hold the solid mass of liquid beneath her stomach before, when it turned out that her fear was enough to do the trick, even though she no longer wanted it. Yet the outward pressure continued to boil over, threatening to burst her bladder like a bomb strong enough to rival her greatest Explosion magic. She needed relief, so, though it flew in the face of all common sense, Megumin slipped one foot out from the leg of her pants, allowing it to cross over the other and press down, squirming in her seat with hips twisting to and fro, using the combined force of both thighs to keep her delicate magehood closed. She found herself wishing that she sat atop a throne without a hollow center, so that she could grind those female parts against something solid. Anything to help her hold. "Mmgh...this is absolutely unbearable..." With two fingers, she pressed down on the bulging bladder making a mound on her shirt, with the idea that maybe she just needed to get past the initial dam for the river to flow, and a little force wouldn't hurt. Well, that assumption was wrong. Being so flush with pee left her bladder no malleability, now hard as a rock (or half as hard as Darkness). Instead of putting pressure solely on the wall that kept the vast urine in, the attempt gave the warm fluids nowhere to run, and they had no choice but to press outwards in every direction. "AGH!" And that hurt like hell. Like a water balloon, its rubber stretched and strained to its thinnest, having more pressure applied by the liquid it held, all with nerves to feel the pain, multiplied by her own frantic desperation. "Megumin, get the hell out of there! If you're not going to do anything, give it up to somebody who needs it!" And not helping matters in the slightest was Kazuma constantly yelling at her. How was a girl supposed to relieve herself with this kind of stress? "H-how do you even know what I'm doing?! Are you listening?! You're listening, aren't you?! What kind of pervert listens to a girl go pee?!" "Gah, quit whining! Just piss and get out!" Though his tone was overwhelming, Kazuma had a point. Megumin had been sitting on the cold toilet seat for minutes now, with nary a drop dripping down. At this rate, she really was going to burst, and dying from a ruptured bladder while sitting on the toilet would be a terrible way for the greatest arch-wizard and future leader of the crimson demon clan to go. "That isn't the kind of explosion I want to meet my end with..." There was only one thing to do. Closing her eyes, Megumin began slowly inhaling, continuing with the breath until her lungs were as stuffed as her bladder, and then reversed the process with a warm wind. At first, the breathing was shallow, very thin and sharp, but as the cycle looped, each subsequent inhalation became fuller, more natural, each small wind blowing away a small portion of the anxiety that kept her fluids frozen. That's when, little by little, she began to see results, when a trickle of urine gently drizzling into still water began to ring in her ears. It was slow, not consistent in its rain as it stopped and restarted several times, but the facts didn't lie: Megumin had successfully begun peeing. There wasn't much to say on the subject of the relief itself, seeing as it didn't exist. The leaks she made were literal drops in the bucket, making no tangible difference in the face of the full bucket that weighed heavily in her stomach. The only comfort she gained was in the knowledge that, given enough time, she would empty. Maybe if she continued like this, the pace would pick up and she'd be peeing normally before long. Or maybe somebody would come knocking, hard enough that the door began to bend against its hinges. "Megumin! Get out of there now!" With that one simple shout, Megumin's tap was unceremoniously cut off, her feminine parts were quiet once more. "P-please be quiet, Kazuma! I really can't go with you shouting! I know you need to go too, you'll get your turn!" Once again, she began to concentrate on her breath. She didn't even get one inhale before Kazuma interrupted her yet again. "I'm not talking about that! Seriously, you need to get out!" "I-I'll leave when I'm done! Just be patient!" Since there was certainly no splashing water sound to mask it, Megumin could hear the more subtle noises outside the tiny bathroom. It wasn't easy to make sense of all the barely audible disturbances, she was pretty sure she was picking up Kazuma's rapid steps and hectic breathing, but there was something else out there that she only just noticed: a large collection of small clicks, growing louder and closer. A heavy mass, a second one, formed in the pit of her stomach as she realized what could make that sound. She wouldn't have to wait long to confirm it, as the restroom door soon sprung open. However, it wasn't ghosts awaiting the crimson demon in the hall, but something much more familiar, potentially even scarier: a frantic Kazuma reaching for her with an outstretched arm. Caught with her pants down, it was all she could do to slam her knees together and cover her crotch with both hands. "Hey! Get out! Get out of here! AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Her screams for mercy did nothing to change Kazuma's heart, and his hand still made contact, gripping her upper arm tightly and pulling her off the toilet seat. A sudden jolt like that left Megumin no chance to prepare, and with one foot already freed from her pants, the other slipped out with little prompting. And Kazuma was so forceful, she had no chance to grab her clothes off the floor. The only thing her own thoughtlessly outstretched hand grabbed was some random thing off the lid of the toilet tank, carrying it off with her while leaving her pants and panties on the bathroom floor. And her shirt was nowhere near long enough to cover anything below the belt. If she stretched it out and pulled it down, she could only just cover her unmentionables from the front, at least from Kazuma's higher eye level, though her more rounded behind would not be concealed so easily. She could only shield what she could from the lech dragging her further and further from her only chance at sweet release. Well, if they made it out of this, she'd easily be able to find her way back, with the trail of pee droplets she left with every step, the ripples in her bladder irritating it in just the wrong way. She would have sworn to direct an Explosion in Kazuma's direction tomorrow, were he not perfectly justified in taking her and running. Hot on their tails was the army of ghost dolls, making no movements as they flew towards the two adventurers, closing the gap with every second that passed. And, even when she knew exactly what to expect, Megumin kept looking back over and over, scaring herself with each glance. Not just because of the specters, though they were terrifying, but because of the tiny puddles on the floor, highly visible reflecting in the moonlight. The drops kept coming, and while a majority was cleanly raining onto the floor, more than she was okay with poured down her bare thighs instead, snaking down her legs' smooth skin. For a moment, the contrast was horrid, the warm pee touching skin that had been cooled by the winter's night air, and then following suit in falling temperature. Which, while more consistent, felt even worse. Her pee tonight wasn't especially yellow, so it may have been quite clear and mostly invisible to the untrained eye, but she could feel every bit of it, plain as day. Yet Kazuma was the one that felt like complaining. "Damn it, where the hell is Aqua?! These ghosts are seriously starting to get on my nerves! They didn't even give me a chance to piss! You were lucky, Megumin!" "W-what makes you think that's what I was doing?! Crimson demons don't use the bathroom." "Yeah, yeah, that's great. So what am I supposed to do?!" In the hectic chase, Megumin only just thought to look at the mystery item she stole from the bathroom. The hand it was held in had previously been flying loose behind her, and she only now used the strength to pull it in front of her face. And it turned out that she grabbed an empty flower vase. "Here, I took this," she offered, holding the vase to her comrade. Kazuma looked it over for a second, indignant the whole time. "And just what are you suggesting I do with that?" "That's pretty obvious, I think. I know I'd take the-" "Megumin, shh!" Pulling hard enough to strain her shoulder, Kazuma yanked the arch-wizard sharply around the corner, and almost immediately after the bend, angled into a door and quickly shut it behind them. "There. I don't think they'll find us in here. But who knows how long we're gonna be shut-ins in this damn closet, and I'm gonna burst if it's much longer." Even in the dark storeroom, Megumin could see Kazuma with his hand between his legs, quickly crossing and uncrossing them as he knelt by the door, clearly struggling, judging by the sweat on his face. And Megumin couldn't say she wasn't in the same boat: rocking in a sea of vast waves. Even if she had gotten a crack at using the can, she hadn't made any real use of it at all. Her bladder was just as bloated and distended as it had been while still waiting in Aqua's room, and letting a little pee out had only made the desire for further release far stronger, with no actual relief to ease the torture. She tried, though, with both hands pressing her shirt hard against her crotch, to reduce her agony even slightly. She could clearly feel pressure welling up, boiling over with urine heated by her body for far too long, so desperate that there was no way she'd suffer from a shy bladder were she to use the toilet now. Too bad this wasn't a bathroom. But that didn't exactly mean she had no hope. Since Kazuma wasn't taking the offer, Megumin still had the flower vase in her possession, empty and ready for some water. Like she was saying before, she'd take the hint, she knew that, under these dire circumstances, this thing could be used as an emergency toilet substitute. And locked in a closet, ghosts waiting right outside the door, Kazuma so close to her that she could feel his heat, Megumin began to see it as such. While obviously far from ideal, using the vase wasn't quite the worst way the mini arch-wizard could pee. Even if she was bursting at the seams now, Megumin didn't exactly have the biggest bladder, thanks to her small stature, so the container was large enough. While narrower than the base, the neck and mouth of the jar was wide enough that, were she to press it firmly against her urinary orifice, it would flow pretty cleanly. Plus, the biggest boon it presented: it was there. At this point, having anywhere she could pee was good enough. If only Kazuma weren't there. He wasn't a terrible person in her eyes, but she was almost certain that Kazuma would not take his eyes off, were she to answer nature's call in such close proximity. It was one thing to be bottomless, one terrible thing, but to purposefully expose herself in order to perform an act that no crimson demon, no girl, should ever let a member of the opposite sex witness. But it wasn't like she had much of a choice now. The white-hot mass of urine was burning like the sun, there was simply no room for another drop. A certain point of view would say that she was lucky that she had no pants to worry about wetting, but it hardly mattered. Within the next minute, the pee would either be bottled in the vase, or in a steaming puddle on the cold floor, assuredly one of the two. And while one may immediately assume that "not having an accident" would be the preferable alternative, taking that route would require Megumin to intentionally, deliberately pee in front of somebody. That was something to avoid. But was it truly a drastically worse outcome? Megumin was still pre-growth spurt (or so she claimed), so she still appeared several years younger than she truly was. She had always suffered with a smaller-than-average limit for pee, and when the other crimson demons at the academy back home could easily make it through class without running to the girls' room like she did nearly every day, she was bound to develop an inferiority complex on the matter. True, both outcomes would imply a weak bladder unable to hold enough, but at least using the vase demonstrated a choice, a decision on where to relieve herself made by a factor beyond simply reaching her limit, even if there were mere seconds between that and the flood. It was a difficult decision, and Megumin was taking time she didn't have to come to the most modest conclusion. And with each passing second of deliberation, her desperate need grew louder and more convincing, her bladder working against her brain to say she should just let go all over herself. And even in the intermediate time, it was getting its way in some capacity, constantly leaking to sate her need, or at least trying to, creating a sheen of cooled urine down the inside her of her thighs, gathering in a small, but expanding, puddle beneath her butt as she knelt on the floor. There was one person that wasn't going to be so patient, however. "Gah, I can't take it anymore," Kazuma shouted out of nowhere. "I'm going to piss myself any second!" Jumping to his feet, the adventurer rushed to the door, dramatically grabbed the knob, and shoved it outwards. It only moved a fraction of its range before hitting something hard, with Aqua's head, earning a whine and a cry from the arch-priest. Not that Kazuma cared in the slightest, running past his injured party member with not a care beyond his own need. Aqua, however, was more than willing to dwell on it, clutching the spot on her head that the door had crashed into. "Ow! How can Kazuma be so inconsiderate and rude to his beloved goddess?! Especially after I saved his sorry ass exorcising all the ghosts!" Darkness, who had joined Aqua for her ghost busting along the way, saw it in a different light. "Yes, Kazuma isn't the sort to go easy on women for any reason. So inconsiderate and selfish, always getting his own way...MMMMMMPFH," she panted and moaned, possibly dirtying her pajamas with a wetness far different than the kind Megumin was afraid of. She had reason to be afraid, because that wetness was breaking down her door of resolve, and her failure was fast approaching. "D-damn it, he got a head start! If he gets to the bathroom b-before I can... I'll never make it!" Carefully and worriedly taking one hand off her crotch, she placed her palm flat on the floor, using it to prop herself up so that she could stand. She moved like she was petrified head to toe, but she still moved, just slowly. Too slowly. Before she had even gotten off her knees, her time ran out, and doom had come for her. It started quiet, a trickle of water only mildly more worrisome than her usual leakings, but Megumin had an informed premonition that this was only the beginning. And sure enough, the sound increased, dripping onto the hard wooden floor with rising ferocity until it could no longer be called "leaking". Trails on her thighs grew hot, snaking downwards to her feet, which never had the chance to cool down when a puddle of tepid liquid surrounded it at all times, encircling more and more as time passed. And then the dam burst. What was seconds before a gentle creek, albeit one comprised of gross urine, all at once morphed into a river, and the puddle a lake. Megumin didn't even have the time to truly realize what was happening before it had completely taken hold, and her bladder had offered total surrender. This little girl had suddenly sprouted a deadly torrent, an overwhelming symphony, or cacophony, of crashing water, a foul odor, and disgusting warmth all over her bare skin. Yet, despite that heat, Megumin shivered, frozen with shame. Yes, she was a bit smaller and younger than those around her, but that didn't mean she made a habit out of peeing herself. She'd covertly use the guild's bathroom before going on a quest, she'd make totally perfect excuses to get away if she needed to relieve herself in the field, and she made absolutely sure she didn't have to go if she was going to be incapacitated from an Explosion in the near future. If she were to claim that "crimson demons don't use the bathroom", she had to be cautious about when she actually used the bathroom. Well, the secret was out now. Kazuma had run off, but Aqua and Darkness hadn't left, and it was just physically impossible to be oblivious as to what was happening on this dark floor. Megumin, her red eyes wide as plates, at the center of a widening pool of water, a thin haze of steam rising off the surface and wafting out in the drafty air. All the little bumps in the night that had previously frightened her were now drowned out by the tiny waterfall, and for a moment, Megumin could swear it was stronger than the flood Aqua used to defeat Verdia, given the intense splashback spraying onto her legs and butt. The only movement she made, the only movement she was able to make, was her head falling limply forward, giving her no choice but to watch her wetting from the closest, worst vantage point, having to just sit there as the reflected light off her urine shone into her eyes. At least that meant there was a little light, because the light in her eyes faded and her jaw hung agape, appearing as if she had died on the spot from concentrated humiliation. This was all that followed for the next half-minute, this truly pitiable sight. Aqua and Darkness watched silently (though Darkness had some crazy thoughts rolling around in her head), and the only thing Megumin could "say" was a depressed, emotionless sigh, hardly more than a strong exhalation. The only element to give it even the slightest character was an imperceptible fraction of a tone; one of relief. As her stomach flattened as much as her chest, and her bladder voided its boiling load, the fiery stabbing in her abdomen faded, and while there was no sensation to replace it, feeling nothing was a lot better than her insides writhing around in agony. A tiny strand of drool slid from over her bottom lip. And before she knew it, it was over. Both the earth-shattering force of the spout, the tsunami ripples of the pool, and the roar of the splashing, all wound down to an uneventful finale. While the stream itself was rough, uneven, and inconsistent, its decline was smooth, save for a few sudden gushes of renewed strength, until there was nothing but drips, from her privates down to her legs, and her legs down to the floor, now more water than wood. It was shameful, disgraceful, and positively disgusting. But at least Megumin didn't have to go pee anymore. It was only that closure that brought motion back to the crimson demon, as she lethargically lifted her head, replacing one form of bodily fluids with another, as tears wobbled on the corners of her eyes. She wasn't turning on the waterworks, not again, it was just visible evidence to her emotional state. Megumin could be surprisingly sensitive at times, and that fragility was sure to be triggered while being reminded, in the most painful way possible, how low her bladder's limits were. And she wasn't going to forget any time soon, not when she was still sitting in a chilly bath of it, stuck to practically every inch of her bare skin. But Megumin was not in the same boat she had been until just recently, because if she wet herself now, she had friends to comfort her. Well, she never would have wet herself were she alone, but she still had friends there for her. Aqua walked into the storeroom, willing to pick the crimson demon up and get her back on her feet. "I can't believe that Kazuma, a woman is in distress, and he just runs off only caring about himseAHHHFFF!" Despite her superior nocturnal vision, Aqua missed a small box on the floor standing in her path, until her foot caught it and she tripped, crashing against the wooden planks with a smash so loud that, for a microsecond, Megumin doubted the ability of her own Explosion. It certainly made the sound of her pee seem like a whisper. The arch-priest had been just far enough away to avoid slamming against the arch-wizard in the tumble, but only just, as she landed hands and face first into Megumin's mess. That's when something miraculous happened. Thanks to coming into contact with Aqua, the urine purified, through the power of magic. It was already pretty clear, but the impurities were scrubbed away as the energy flew through it, even reaching up and cleaning everything touching Megumin. The tactile sensation of the two was hardly different, but just the knowledge that the purification happened, having seen the spell in the alligator lake before, made her feel better. Ignoring any other unpleasant memories from that day, the spirit began returning to her eyes, and the color to her cheeks. Darkness didn't even notice, still in her own world, continuing Aqua's thought from before she stumbled. "Yes, how shameful it must be, to be locked up in a dark room with a brutish man, unable to see where his hands might crawl, all while he forces you to endure the pain of holding your urine...hah...hah..." The steam of her heavy breaths wafted upwards in the frigid air. Megumin had learned to tune out Darkness when she got like this, so to her, Aqua was the last one that had spoken, and she responded to that. "Well...he was just trying to protect me. Even if he picked a really bad time to jump into action." "Hmph, and you thought that shut-in NEET could protect you," Aqua scoffed, standing up and inspecting the wetness in her shirt's collar. "Doesn't let you use the bathroom and runs there himself when it gets bad?" She offered a hand to her fallen comrade. Megumin took it, being pulled to her feet, where she started brushing off her legs to get them as dry as possible. She really didn't want her legs to be wet, she'd catch a cold in this freezing weather if she were both wet and half-nude. "I need to get my pants back," she sighed, trotting back out into the hallway. Only when she left the closet did a thought occur to her. A terrifying thought, one enough to make her cold and steal her breath. "Kazuma's in the bathroom... Kazuma's in the bathroom..." She paused for a moment, before taking off like a lizard runner, not even bothering to cover anything with her shirt. "Kazuma! Get out of there and give me back my clothes! You better not be sniffing my wet panties or anything!"
“What in the ever-living fuck is that?” Nora said. “Oh, that's just a mattress protector. I put it there since you wet the bed last time you stayed here,” her aunt said. “I was seven!” Her aunt shrugged on the way out of the room. Brian looked like he was having the time of his life. He was grinning so wide you'd have thought he was on drugs. “You never told me you wet the bed until you were seven,” he said. “It was one time.” “Still, why didn't you tell me?” Brian asked. He was still smiling, but at least he had the decency to suppress his chuckles. “It wasn't important. And it's embarrassing,” Nora said. “I told you about all my most embarrassing memories.” It was true. Brian had spilled the beans on everything stupid he'd ever done. One highlight was that time he got his tongue stuck to a light pole. That wouldn't have been so bad, except he was fourteen. He wanted to prove to his mates that it took more than five minutes for your tongue to freeze. Of course, it did freeze, and then he panicked and ripped his tongue away from the pole and shredded off the skin on half of it. A mental image formed in her head: Brian at fourteen, probably pimply, with his Beatles mop, bleeding from his tongue and crying in front of all his mates. It was an adorable image: like a whimpering puppy, it triggered a maternal instinct. She just wanted to pick up fantasy Brian and tell him everything was gonna be okay. “What are you smiling about?” Brian asked. “Something funny about peeing in your bed?” “Forget it,” Nora said. “Let's just leave it there,” Brian said. “It's not like you're actually going to put it through the paces. Are you?” Nora shook her head. “No, of course not.” This was the first time Brian visited her hometown, although he'd met her parents before. They were staying at her aunt's because Nora's older sister had occupied the guest bedrooms in their childhood home with her cohort of kids. Three of them, two more than Nora could ever imagine herself having. Maybe one kid, one day. Brian would make a good father. She was less worried about him than about herself. “How come we never came here before? It's beautiful out here,” Brian said. It was evening and their breath filled the air with frosty puffs. During the day, it was spring and hot enough, but at night it was still cold. “This town creeps me out,” Nora said. “Seems nice enough,” Brian said. “It's a certain… je ne sais quoi,” Nora said. “There was nothing really bad about my childhood. Nothing really happened to me or anyone else. But there's something about the atmosphere. Here, let me demonstrate.” She fished out a cigarette and a lighter. “You always carry props?” Brian asked. Nora punched him in the arm, lit up. She crossed her eyes to focus on the glowing tip of the cigarette, a light in the darkness, and inhaled. Then she exhaled and let the smoke hang in the air, swirling around the two of them like a shroud. Finally, when it was all but invisible, she spoke. “See? We all know how bad cigarettes are for us. And when we see the smoke, we think about that. But now, it's just barely visible. The cancer-making particles and soot are still there, only half dissolved in the air. It might not kill you right away, but it's there. That's how I feel about this town. It's like I sense something barely visible, and I know if I keep breathing it in, eventually it's going to kill me.” She passed Brian the cigarette. “You know, I grew up in the city. I always had this romantic idea of small towns out in the country,” Brian said on the exhale. “Towns where everyone knows everyone else.” “I hate that. Can't stand it. I hate knowing that everyone here knows me, or else they know someone who knows me. I love walking on the street in a city and knowing there's more than two degrees of separation between me and them. Here, once you have a reputation, you can never escape it. But then there's the whole six degrees thing.” “You know that study is bullshit,” Brian said. “They only counted the letters that arrived in the correct destination. They didn't factor in all those that got lost on the way.” Nora put her hands around him. He spun her around and placed her on his lap, sitting on the swing on the porch. He was warm, and she leaned into him and smelled the aroma of cologne and faint sweat. They sat there for a while, and then they went inside. “Make sure to pee before bed,” Brian said with a wink. “Oh no, you didn't,” Nora said, but she did go to the bathroom. She hadn't been since noon and the feeling of finally letting go was marvelous. It wasn't until she got her jeans down and was about to start on her panties that she felt how much she really needed to go. Her bladder sensed imminent release and gave an involuntary push—for a moment, Nora was afraid it was going to come out in her underwear. That would have definitely leaked out tonight, she thought as she peed in the toilet. Nothing more was said about it. Nora snuggled up toward Brian and fell asleep. She woke up to a hand on her crotch. Morning light was passing through the sieve of blinds. “Brian, what are you doing?” She said, not displeased. “Checking to see that nobody had an accident tonight,” he said. She spun on top of him and punched him the chest. He responded by tickling her under the armpits, then pulling her into a kiss. She returned him—rough, skin-peeling lips, the cold perhaps, but those were her lips to kiss—and then they tumbled around, spun into the blankets, came rolling down on the floor. She unhooked her bra, and he buried himself in her chest, and began working on her panties. “Ah ha!” He said triumphantly into her ear. “I sense something moist down there.” “You're cheating,” she breathed. “It's that special kind of moistness.” He took care of that. In the middle of the act, there was a knock on the door. Without further announcing her entrance, Nora's aunt opened the door up to find her niece and her niece's boyfriend on the floor, nude limbs sticking out from under the blankets. Nora lay still on top of Brian, with him still inside her. “Breakfast if you want some,” said her aunt and smiled. She left the door open. So much for adult playtime. They got dressed and walked downstairs, passing the bathroom on the way. Soon enough, they were walking down what passed for a Main Street, hand in hand. As they passed the barber shop—they still had a barber shop, a real men's salon where old men would sit and talk all day and beards were trimmed with expert precision—a man glared at them through the window. His eyes didn't let go of them until they were out of sight, and he didn't blink once. “That's the sort of thing I was talking about last night,” Nora said. “People will just randomly stare you down if you show up with an outsider. Trying to figure out which aunt's sister-in-law's kid you are, that sort of thing. You know what the first thing they ask you when you meet a stranger here?” Brian shook his head. “Who you under? In the local dialect, it means, who are your parents and what kind of bastard are you that I've never heard of you?” Brian chuckled. “That's funny. Where I come from, they ask who your homies are and who can vouch that you aren't a narc.” “Very funny, mister tough guy. I know you don't come from the hood.” He prodded her side with his elbow. “There's quite a bit of crime, actually. Breaking and entering, drugs, thugs coming from the other side of town to rob a gas station sort of thing. My neighborhood may not be the hood, but if the worst thing that happens here is the barber stares at you, I'd have moved here in a heartbeat.” Nora smiled. She spotted a coffee shop and dragged him with her. “Now,” Nora whispered. “Here's the deal. You're gonna be a perfect gentleman and buy me a coffee, and then we're going to sit down in that corner—” she nodded toward the back—“and talk to those bitches. I know them, and I want to show off my handsome boyfriend.” Brian laughed. “Shall I carry the missus across the doorstep?” But he did buy her a coffee, and one for himself, and they sat down in the corner. “Christine! Joanna! So nice to see you!” Nora was inwardly happy to see that the old bitch squad never got anywhere in life. She caught her schadenfreude before it bubbled across her face and suppressed a gleeful smile, contorting her mask into a guise of friendliness. Christine and Joanna, both rounder and fuller since the last time Nora saw them, returned the gesture. She was sure they felt the opposite of her: a kind of shame that manifested as resentment. Or perhaps Nora had just been reading too much Machiavelli. Beside Joanna was an infant in a stroller. No man was to be seen. “You had a kid!” Nora said. “Boy or girl?” It was hard to tell. The baby was dressed all in gray, and it was too young to have features clearly distinguishing the sexes. She leaned toward boy, but thought she'd ask. Joanna was going to travel to India, she was going to see the world and then move to Africa and help poor, sick little kids with brown skin, or something like that. Evidently that didn't work out. “He's a boy, that's Joseph, or Joe,” Joanna said. “Isn't he just adorable?” Nora nodded. Of course he was. Nora had seen many infants in her life, and not a single one of them was ugly. There was something about the little nubs of flesh that triggered adoration. Around three or four was when infant cuteness syndrome wore off and the kids started looking like their future selves, ugly or handsome. “Oh, I forgot,” Nora said as she sat down. “This is Brian. Johansson. My boyfriend.” “Johansson, is that Swedish?” Christine asked. She was still pretty, perhaps more so now that she'd rounded out and gone from half a girl to one whole woman. Nora felt a sting of resentment. But then she remembered the way Brian had caressed her that morning, and instantly felt better. Brian was the sort of happy-go-lucky guy who was never in a relationship and never quite single, always hopping from woman to woman—before he met her. That he finally settled down (three years going) was something that had earned Nora more than one high five from his buddies. “My great grandfather was. On a scale from fajitas to Barack Obama, I'm almost president-level American full-blood,” Brian said. “Barack Obama wasn't born in the US,” said Christine. Great. Of course she was a birther. Better move the conversation along. Nora sipped at her coffee and subconsciously crossed her legs. “So what are you up to these days?” Nora asked. “Stay at home mom, and proud of it,” said Joanna. “Accounting,” Christine said. “And you?” “I'm a freelance designer.” She crossed her legs again. “Brian's an assistant professor of medieval history. I'm showing him around town.” They talked for a while, superficial conversation. Nora kept her legs crossed and brushed Brian's hand off her when it took a detour under the table, but secretly, she enjoyed it. “Wow,” Brian said when they were back out on the street. “So much hate wrapped up in niceness. What did those girls ever do to you?” Nora blushed. “You know what,” she said, squeezing his hand, “meeting them made me feel really little. Like I was twelve again, and still hated those girls for being popular mean girls. But they're really just normal adults now. Nothing special about them. I don't know why I ever bothered to care about them. There's literally no reason why I should give a damn.” “Damn straight,” Brian said. He spotted a bar toward the end of the street. It was two in the evening, and the sign in the window said it was open. “We're on vacation,” Brian announced. He said it so loudly a woman on the sidewalk across the street turned around. “I say we become day drinkers. Fuck it.” Nora followed him towards the bar, the bar she'd worked at during the summer after she graduated college. Old Rick was still behind the bar. There were a couple of middle-aged men in one of the booths, but otherwise the place was deserted. It was only two, after all. Old Rick set out a round of shots on the bar, on the house. Once they'd downed them, he poured another round. “There's my favorite vixen,” he said. Old Rick was a short, heavy-set man, old school with suspenders holding up wide pants and a belly hanging out wide over a leather belt. He always spoke in sexist terms, yet somehow, perhaps because of his age, perhaps because he was always so humble and polite, he made it seem like old-timey fun and not creepy old man antics. Old Rick had been old as long as Nora had known him, and he was still running the bar. The man must be nearing eighty, with wiry, wrinkled hands and eyes peeking out from heavy folds of skin. “I always did so enjoy watching her squirm her pretty self all over this place, serving customers.” Brian arched his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” “Oh, she was always so busy, always serving customers. She did have an habit, see.” “A habit?” Brian said. “Always leaving it till the last minute, see. Runnin' down there to the ladies' at the end of the night sweat on her brow and tense all over, see.” Brian laughed. “Two beers, if you will. You're a funny old man, you know that?” Old Rick nodded. Nora suspected he knew quite well that's how he came across. She had always discounted the rumors about the man. He never did anything lewd to her, and he certainly had the opportunity. It was her own decision to walk around in—god, she blushed at the thought of it—walking around in miniskirts and g-strings and shirts that showed plenty of cleavage. Now she was more modestly dressed, in a buttoned-up shirt with the neck peaking out of a woolen sweater inside a denim jacket, jeans and sneakers on her lower half. Brian turned to her. “Yeah, I did notice that.” “Did you also notice I always make it?” Nora said. She was aware that she needed to pee, now, but of course she couldn't go now. She had to wait until their next pit stop or look like a fool. Briefly, she wondered why she was still trying to impress Brian. They'd been together so long. What was there left to prove? Now he even knew that she'd wet her aunt's bed when she was seven. Nora didn't have any secrets darker or more embarrassing than that, and if anything it'd boosted Brian's lust for her. “Famous last words. Cheers!” Brian said. They both gulped down more beer than they could handle, and Nora coughed. “Fuck,” she said. “Alright.” She crossed her legs discreetly on the stool. Her bladder gave a throb as if to remind her of its presence. She ignored it. “It was always so busy here. No time to sneak off for a cig or a quick pee. This place used to be the local watering hole for old men like Rick and young studs like, well, like you,” she said. “But not anymore?” Brian asked. “Those Walkers opened a place on the outskirts of town, see,” said Old Rick. “Took all my business from right under me. But never you worry. I started with a pair of hands and a cabinet of liquor, no customer base to lean on, and I survived. Now I'm back where I started, except people know my name.” He nodded thoughtfully. His eyes would glaze over and he'd stare out as if counting the motes of dust swirling in the slat of light from the window, and nobody knew what was going through his head. Nora assumed he had visions of his late wife, who'd died the summer she worked there. Young Lila, Rick called her, presumably just as an antonym to his own moniker, because she was barely younger than him. Old Rick had been gone three days to arrange the funeral, and three hours for the service, but then he'd been back at the bar as if nothing had happened. He handled the loss stoically. Nora considered how she'd react if Brian fell off his stool and died right now. She concluded that she'd be in bed, crying in the fetal position for three months at the least. “Right,” Nora said. “So, yeah. The Walker family are the richest people in town. They own a lot of forest, some buildings they rent out. They opened a modern club a few blocks from here and started hiring semi-famous Djs and hosting parties. Drew the young crowd away.” She discreetly snuck a hand into her lap. She was now very aware that she needed to pee, but she could hold it. Brian nodded thoughtfully and drained his glass. “Another?” He said, and before she could shake her head no, he'd already ordered. If she were to drink another beer, she'd have to pee before they left. Old Rick came over with their beer. He didn't operate like she was used to in the city: didn't pick up your glass and hand you another one, he served you more beer in your beer glass. Why waste a perfectly fine glass? Why do twice the washing? It was plain logic. “You've grown into a fine woman, Nora,” he said. “I'm sure your father would be proud. You see anything of him these days?” Brian put a hand over her own, and must surely have noticed that hers was pressed into her crotch. Nora's dad had left when she was young, and in addition to birthday and Christmas presents, she'd seen him twice since she turned nine. The last time was six years ago, the summer after college. He hadn't said much, just told her he was in town and wanted to see her. They had met in his camper van, which also housed a new, pretty young wife—although her gaze was distant and old, the light that burns brightly in youth extinguished long ago—and a young kid, her adoptive half-brother. Jason, age 6 ½. She hadn't seen Jason again either. Her father had explained that he was going to drive across the country, there was some talk of complicated plans, a business scheme that sounded barely legal, and just like that, he was gone. The Christmas and birthday presents ceased to arrive, his phone number was disconnected, and for all Nora knew he'd run away and started a circus with his new wife and kid. Brian knew all this, and he squeezed her hand hard. He seemed to take this chain of events more seriously than Nora did; to be honest, the loss of a father she never really had in the first place felt more like the inevitable end game of a grand scheme than an emotional trauma. But then again, Brian's parents were still together and he was tight with them. To him, having only one parent must seem like a great loss. “Hey, is this a local brew?” Brian said, redirecting the conversation before it veered into territory he thought Nora would be uncomfortably with. Nora shrugged and released herself from his grip. She needed that hand to squeeze down when her bladder pushed against her will. “Yes sir, one of those microbreweries. Local guy, I know him. Very nice man. You get what you pay for,” said Old Rick. “You mean I'm paying extra?” Brian said and laughed. “You never told me that!” “This fine young woman and her handsome escort are never payin' full price, no sir,” said Old Rick. “Thank god,” said Brian, and nudged Nora. His elbow swung a little faster and wider than he must have intended. It hit her right in the bladder, and the sudden pressure overwhelmed her defenses. Before she knew it, she felt herself let go, and frantically scissored her legs while pulling on all the muscle her Kegel exercises had built up. It was only a second, but she felt the wetness between her legs and a tiny spot on her bum. Nora felt blood rushing to her cheeks. It was needed: the rest of her was frozen, probably in a comical expression of surprise. She had never, ever peed herself. Not once. Since she wet the bed at her aunt's, she'd kept her panties dry, not so much as a leak for over twenty years. It was what adults did, right? Adults didn't pee their pants. Her friends had admitted that they sometimes leaked a little during exercise, who doesn't, right? Nora had always considered it to be an illness, something they probably ought to go check out with their doctor. She'd never experienced anything like it. A chill ran down from her neck toward her spine, and her crotch felt uncomfortably warm and sticky. She'd had so many close calls working the bar, but that was out of necessity, she told herself. Although now she had to admit it was maybe due to bad habit. Whatever it took, she always held it. Now she was clearly wet, but she didn't dare look down to see if any showed on her pants. All these thoughts rushing through her head in a span of five seconds. Nora was faced with three choices: 1) pretend like nothing happened, talk nonsense for five minutes and excuse herself, just long enough for it not to seem like her trip to the ladies' was related to the unfortunate elbow to the pelvis; 2) not say anything, just go; (3) fess up, make a big deal of it, which involved at least two sub-choices: 3a), laugh about it, “Brian, you stupid idiot, you just made me pee a little!” or 3b), cry, run home. All these branches before her, and an image sprang up in her mind of a futuristic setup where a screen implanted in a contact lens would show them to her and visualize simulations of how the environment would react. In the end, she chose option 1). She replaced her hand in her crotch and continued talking as if nothing happened. “You'd be paying twice that over at the Walkers',” she said. “You know what they called their club? THE CLUB. That's literally what it's called, in capital letters. 'Come see DJ Ali at THE CLUB.' I'm sure they bribed a journalist at the Herald, because even the paper always writes it in capital letters. Picture caption:” She waved her hands in front of her, conjuring from thin air a picture of two suit-clad men in front of a nightclub. “'John and Mortimer Walker are happy about the turnout at their latest club event at THE CLUB.'” She raised her voice every time she said THE CLUB, as if to illustrate the capital-letter nature of the name. “And in tiny letters at the bottom of the article: 'The owner of this newspaper also owns a minority stake in THE CLUB. This will not affect our editorial coverage in any way.'” She whispered the last bit, except, of course, THE CLUB, which was as loud as ever. “Really? That's hilarious,” Brian said. He was clearly buzzing from the shots and the two beers he'd downed in rapid succession. Nora also felt a little buzz, but her aching bladder seemed to sober her up every time it pulsed, which was getting to be more frequently. She almost felt like she was giving birth. Soon the water would break. “You know what we should do?” Brian asked. “We should… Come along!” He grabbed her hand and she had no choice but to follow. So much for a quick trip to the ladies'. Brian was such a chill guy, always relaxed and laid back, but when he got a little drink in him and got really excited, there was no stopping him. He just had to climb that tree, or bring that traffic sign home as a trophy of drunken misadventures. As Nora left, she spotted a tiny but unmistakeable urine stain on the seat of her stool. She hoped nothing showed on her pants. Yet. It would soon, though, unless she found some relief. Nora had been in this situation many times before, she tried to remind herself. The feeling of desperately needing to relieve herself was nothing new. But she'd never leaked before, and this had her slightly panicked. Nora had never seriously entertained the possibility that she might actually pee her pants. Now that seemed like a distinct possibility. “Which way to THE CLUB?” Brian said, out on the street. As soon as she pointed in a direction, he grabbed her hand tight and dragged her along. “Listen to this,” Brian said. He had a mischievous smile on his lips. “We're going to break into THE CLUB.” Nora stopped and disentangled her hand. As soon as she did, her whole belly seemed to swoosh and swish around, and settled like an anchor, dragging on all the liquid and forcing it towards the only viable exit: her pants. She crossed her legs tightly. Her thighs ground into each other and her pelvic floor tightened. Brian seemed not to notice. “Have you gone absolutely positively utterly fucking coo-coo?” Nora said. “You want to become a felon and really experience life in the hood, behind bars?” “Reeelax,” said Brian. “It's not breaking and entering if we find an unlocked door or open window or something, right? It's just… entering. I don't intend to break anything.” They were walking at a brisk pace in the direction of THE CLUB. Each step, Nora felt closer to leaking again. “What do you even think you're gonna do in there?” “I'm going to steal a glass.” “You're going to...” He was dragging her into certain embarrassment and likely imprisonment to steal a glass? “Steal a glass. I just want to be able to tell people they'll be getting drinks from the club when they come over to our house.” All this for a pun? Suddenly, her bladder seemed to invert and tumble around in the fourth dimension, altering its topology in just such a way as to exert maximum force on her poor pee-hole. Nora stopped and buried her hands in her crotch. By now even tipsy Brian ought to realize what was up. “Brian, I have to be honest. I don't have time for this bullshit. I really, really need to pee.” “Somebody getting squirmy? Didn't you say you always make it?” Brian nudged her again. Just like last time, he hit below the belt, or at least where the belt would be if she were wearing boxing shorts. The pressure was too much, and for another second, she peed. Nora was able to clench shut, but further wetness had spread around her crotch. She looked down and to her horror, there was a quarter-sized spot between her legs. She was wearing medium dark jeans, nothing too noticeable unless you were looking for it. But her words and her gaze was calling attention to it, and surely Brian must have noticed. She'd peed her pants like a toddler, there was no denying it. And she didn't even feel a tiny bit of relief. Ninety-eight percent of the liquid was still in her bladder. “Brian, stop it, it's not funny. I would have made it if you didn't drag me away from the bar. I was just about to go. And now...” Her gaze was still downcast, focused on that wet spot between her legs, but she was determined not to lose it and forced herself to look up. “Now I don't even know if I can hold it. Like, I'm about to explode.” Brian squeezed her hand. “I'm sorry, honey. Does it hurt? We can turn back.” “We're already closer to the fucking CLUB. Let's just go there and fucking not break but enter and I'll go pee there before I pee my pants.” She began walking resolutely towards the next street corner. As they rounded it, the gaudy facade of THE CLUB revealed itself. It was dark, with stars and planets across the windows, and an overhang with big capital letters mounted like an old-fashioned cinema sign. There was a red carpet, inlaid with LED lights that would shine in every color of the rainbow come night time. And of course the front door was locked. “Let's go around back,” Brian said. They walked through a short alley, and Nora looked longingly at the garbage cans, but she'd still be too exposed to the street if she were to squat down there. She spotted a staff door and pulled on it. The door was unlocked. “All right, don your ski mask, it's time to go thieving,” said Brian. It struck Nora how absurd this whole situation was. Here they were, two adults nearing thirty, stable relationships, good jobs, and they were tipsy at three thirty in the evening, about to break into a nightclub. And she was about to pee her pants. Had already begun peeing her pants. It was dark. Brian hit a light switch, but then they came out into a room facing the street, and she told Brian off when he tried to switch on the light in there. Someone might see. Brian went rooting around the back of the bar, looking for a glass with THE CLUB's logotype on it. Nora returned to the staff area, looking for a toilet. She found one, locked. Defeated, she hobbled over to the bar again, stopping every few steps to hold herself. Just as she neared the bar, she bumped into something in the darkness. She stubbed her toe, and as the pain soared up from the tip, she lost it for a moment. A little stream of pee warmed her nether regions and traveled down her inner thigh, soaking into her jeans, then exiting at the bottom of her pants leg, into her sneaker. “Fuuuuuuuck,” Nora said. “What's up?” Brian said. “Nothing. Nothing.” Absolutely nothing. I just peed my pants, no big deal. It had only been a three second stream. There must be at least a minute worth of volume inside her. She hadn't peed since last night—the close call before bed. Jesus. Was she going incontinent? “Let's just get out of here.” Thankfully, it was too dark in the room for Brian to see what must be a noticeable wet trail down her leg. Nora pushed at her crotch, then soldiered on. Brian grabbed something from the bar and high-tailed it out of there. Out in the alley, Nora wanted to cry. She wanted to rip down her pants and pee on the streets. She wanted to disappear into the ground. Neither of those was an option. Luckily, they were on the outskirts of town. Behind THE CLUB was a steep hill, still undeveloped. In a few years, Nora was sure, the Walkers would find a way to litter the hill with apartment buildings and sell them to some unfortunate suckers like Brian, the types who liked the idea of a small town where everyone knows everyone, the types who didn't know what was coming for them. But for now, it was just a hill, with an occasional tree. There wasn't enough cover to squat anywhere on the hillside, but on top was a forested area called Lover's Lookout. “Come on,” Nora said, eying the top. “I'm gonna show you where all the teens go to make out at night. It's where I had my first kiss. Don't be jealous.” “Up there?” Brian pointed toward the top with his free hand. In the other, he held a glass and a stolen bottle of liquor. She nodded. They began climbing the hill. It had been raining, so the ground was muddy and slippery, and some places there was still ice from the night before. One time, she slipped and felt herself leak for a moment. Nora was sure anyone lucky enough to look up toward the hill at that moment would get a view of her shapely ass, stained with pee. She reached back and felt her butt; there was a sizable wet patch already. Finally, they reached the top. Brian cavalierly stepped over the edge first and helped her up. From Lover's Lookout, they could see the entire town. Just a dozen blocks or so scattered across an otherwise rural area. She could see farms in the distance. The main road into and out of town snaked its way toward her right. Nora crossed her legs. Up here, just a few feet behind her, were some bushes and trees. She could get her sweet relief right now. Brian had other plans. He cupped her head in his hands. “Is this the first place you did this?” He leaned in and kissed her passionately. Despite her state, Nora enjoyed his touch. She teased him with her tongue in his mouth, but then she pulled back. “Brian, I—” Brian reached behind her and cupped her butt. For a moment, he retracted his hands, no doubt reacted to the wetness, but then he reached down again and kissed her. She pushed herself away from him. “Brian, stop it. You're already further along than my first boyfriend ever got. It's not that I don't enjoy it, it's just, I'm about to…” At that moment, a tidal wave rushed down towards the bottom of her bladder, and she had no more strength to contain it. Nora felt herself begin to release, a small trickle at first, but rapidly, it grew to a flood. The warm pee spread inside her panties and rushed out, into her pants, then out the gap where her legs met, splashing down the back of her legs, a triforked river delta forming in her pants, with one stream going down each of her legs and a third straight down, through her pants and falling toward the ground. It splattered against half-frozen leaves and into the dirt, then the stream seemed to divide again and she had rivers running down the front and back of her legs. Brian stood two feet from her and stared in amazement. Nora felt her jeans grow wetter and heavier, and soon all the streams had joined and she was wet front to back, all the way from her crotch to her feet on both sides. Her pants were glistening, dark, dark blue in the fading light. She felt exhausted, and the relief was something out of the Kama Sutra. Like she imagined shooting heroin would be like. Or perhaps S&M was a better comparison. Because mixed with the euphoric relief was shame. Shame that it got to this. Shame that she'd helped steal from a nightclub, that she'd peed her pants, that she'd proven her silly aunt right. Shame that she had just pissed her pants in front of her boyfriend. The stream dwindled to a trickle, down into her sneakers. Her socks were wet and her shoes squished when she moved. Then she was done. Out of pee and out of words. A loud fart rang out. Brian shrugged his shoulders. “Damn, I'd been holding that in for a while. Call it a solidarity fart.” Nora couldn't help but smile. It was so stupid, but she was glad Brian had broken the awkward silence. The wind ran through her wet pants and sent chills all over her. Nora dragged her jacket closer around her. Her boyfriend opened his arms and invited her to an embrace. She stepped in. His arms wandered down to her butt again, now thoroughly soaked. “Aren't you disgusted?” Nora said. “By pee? Generally, yes. I mean, I don't like it. But, like...” He cupped one of her butt cheeks. It squished, and Nora felt a little trickle release from around her butt pocket and advance down her inner thigh. “It's like, this came out of you. It's your pee. A person I love. I gotta love all of you, even the pee. Even when you have a piss accident like a little girl.” “I'm not, though,” Nora said. “No, you aren't,” he agreed. “I'd never think about doing to a little girl the kinds of things I'm about to do to you.” She squealed as he swooped her up, arms firmly clutching her wet behind, and carried her into the bushes. They left behind a plain glass—it had no logo. Not the liquor, though. The liquor came to good use, after.
I've been planning this one out over the past couple weeks, as I haven't posted a new story in a while. :3 ----------- After they had gotten into the car and he proceeded to drive her home, Blake discovered the perfect way to end their night together; driving home Kade whilst having her head on his shoulder, while their songs played through the speakers at a moderate volume. When they stopped at a red light, Blake gently ran his paw down her arm, and kissed her forehead. They kept rather silent during most of the drive, as it was late at night and they were both a bit sleepy. However, about halfway to Kade's house, Blake started to notice a small urge to pee, which made him a little more aware and awake. A small fidget later, he felt just fine. He soon began to enjoy the feeling a little, which combined with his girlfriend resting on his shoulder and was somewhat turning him on. However, he remained focused on the road. While at a stop sign, he fidgeted a little more, squeezing his legs together to make sure he was in control of his bladder. "You alright?" Kade asked, having noticed his movement. "I'm fine," Blake replied, as he made a left turn onto her road. "I just kinda have to pee a little." "You can use my bathroom if you'd like," Kade offered. "It's okay...my house is only twenty minutes away," said Blake. "I can wait until I get home." After making their way up her gravel driveway, they got out of his car, holding paws all the way up to her door. He looked into her eyes, and told her, "Goodnight." He saw it in her eyes: she wants a kiss. He leaned in, arms around her waist, and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel his semi-boner starting to press against his jean shorts as their kiss turned into a little more of a make-out session. Without thinking, he moved his arms further down her waist and squeezed her backside. She pulled away. "Wait...I think we should slow down a little," Kade interrupted. "Sorry," Blake felt a little embarrassed. They had only been dating for a little more than a month. "It's fine," said Kade. "I promise." He gave her a little peck on the lips. "I'll text you when I get home." "Okay," Kade replied, smiling back at him as she entered her house. Blake walked back to his car, starting it up and beginning his short journey home. Little did he know that this short journey would be longer than he expected. About halfway to his house, his bladder was starting to fill up faster than he expected when he encountered a long line of cars, none of which were moving. He stopped behind them, hoping to wait it out, and that it wouldn't be too long. Maybe there was an accident up ahead, blocking both lanes of the winding two-lane road. He squeezed his legs together. If they didn't start moving soon, he was going to be at risk of having his own kind of accident; and judging by the growing pressure on his bladder and the number of refills he'd had in his drink, it was probably going to be a big one. He couldn't ruin the seat; his mother had bought him that car for his birthday a couple months ago. Ten minutes later, the cars in front of him still hadn't started moving when a wet patch appeared on the front of his shorts. He squeezed himself, trying his best to keep it in, but he could feel himself starting to lose control. Oh, god, no... he spurted hard into his shorts, frantically looking around for something to relieve himself in. Thankfully, he found a 12 ounce Gatorade bottle in the back seat. He reached for it, grasping his crotch the whole time to avoid leaking again. Quickly, he undid his zipper, pulled out his cock, and let loose into the bottle, with the ultimate sigh of relief. Unfortunately, however, the bottle wasn't big enough. Within fifteen seconds of his relieved state, he had to stop the flow. Come on, stop... he thought to himself, shaking his legs and clenching his bladder muscles as hard as he could. He managed to cut it off just before it was about to overflow, and screwed on the lid. He wasn't completely relieved; in fact, he still had to pee...badly...but having partially emptied his bladder, he felt he could wait a little longer...at least until he'd gotten home. Almost five minutes later, the line of cars finally started to move. Yes! He proceeded forward, and passed the part of the road that had been blocked. Sure enough, it was a car accident, which was now being taken care of. His house was only ten minutes away. Ten short minutes. He had to make it. He pressed his legs together, taking the opportunity at every stop sign to squeeze himself. Finally, he turned onto the gravel road that led to his house. The excitement from being a few minutes away from relief caused him to dribble. He gasped, grabbing his crotch, and kept one paw on his cock for the rest of the way home. The pressure was intense; he was dribbling constantly, despite all of his efforts to hold it in. He started to moan. At last, he pulled onto his driveway. Thankfully, neither of his parents appeared to be home from work yet, as their cars were still there. When he reached the end of the driveway, he knew he was about to explode. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it inside. He quickly turned off the car and opened the door. He didn't even have time to undo his shorts. As soon as he stepped out of the car, a wet patch began to grow on his shorts, dripping down his legs and making a puddle on the ground. He didn't have the energy to stop it; instead, he stood there, leaning against the car, having lost the battle. Soon enough, the stream slowed down and came to a stop. Blake let out a long sigh of relief, and reached into the car to retrieve his keys and phone before heading inside. The first thing he did was text Kade: "Just got home, 15 minute traffic jam" While waiting for her reply, he stripped off his clothes and put them in the wash before heading for the bathroom to take a shower. Before he got into the shower, she had texted back: "Glad you made it home okay :)" Sort of, yes... he thought to himself. He texted to her: "I'm getting a shower, be back soon" seconds later, she replied. "Going to bed in a min...good night <3 love you" Just before getting in the shower, he wrote: "Love you too, baby <3 Night" After cleaning up, rinsing off and drying his fur with a towel, he went straight to his bed and got under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately. It had been a very eventful evening.
Chapter 1 David was sitting in the front row of the school bus taking him home from school. The seats were wide enough for two to fit comfortably, but no one was sitting next to David; most students preferred to sit near the back of the bus, where they could feel the bumps in the road more strongly. There were two girls sitting across the aisle from David: a blonde, sitting next to the aisle, and a brunette, sitting next to the window. Both were attractive, but so were a good many of David’s classmates. David alternated between watching the two girls and looking out his own window; there wasn't much else he could see from where he was sitting. About two-thirds of the way through the ride, while David was looking out the window, he heard a gasp and turned just in time to see the brunette plunge both hands tightly between her legs. The blonde was giggling."I can't believe you would watersucker me in public!" the brunette exclaimed, quietly but clearly horrified.Watersucker? David thought, confused. He had never heard that term before."We're almost home," the blonde replied. "Anyway, you got me while we were out hiking.""There was no one else around.""So it's the other people that bother you? The seat backs are too high for anyone to see you without standing up."The brunette looked around, then pointed at David. "He can see," she said."All right, one person.""You know I'm going to get you back for this.""I'm sure you will," the blonde retorted. "In the meantime, though . . ." she started to tickle the brunette's sides."Oh my god, stop. Stop. I have to pee.""That's the point."They stopped talking at that point. The blonde continued to giggle and tickle the brunette, who tried to squirm away from the blonde’s fingers while continuing to hold herself tightly with both hands. David, his mouth open slightly, could not take his eyes off of them. The brunette tried to glare angrily at the blonde a few times, but then she would crack up from the tickling, squeeze her vulva with the hands holding it, and then concentrate her efforts on trying to getting away from the tickling while, apparently, struggling not to wet her pants. After awhile she started squeezing herself repeatedly even while trying to avoid being tickled, and then she gave on the dodging attempts, crossed one leg over the other, and tensed her thighs briefly. David’s mouth had gone dry. He closed it and swallowed, then opened it again.“Aww,” the blonde started to tease, “do you have to go pee pee? Are you going to wet your pants like a little kid? Are you going to have an embarrassing accident on a crowded school bus?” She was smiling broadly.“I hate you,” the brunette said flatly. They were speaking quietly, presumably so as not to attract the attention of the entire school bus, but David was still able to hear what they said if he listened properly. The brunette tensed her thighs again.The bus stopped. David started; he had forgotten that he was on a moving vehicle. The blonde looked out the girls’ window and said, “Oh, here we are.” She turned to face the aisle and slowly slid out of the seat. As she slowly stood up, she looked at David. David half hoped, half dreaded that she would say something to him. She did not. She merely looked at him for a few moments, her expression showing nothing more than passing curiosity, and then turned and started walking toward the door to the bus, which the driver had opened.The brunette was now sitting at the edge of the seat that the girls had shared, her legs still crossed and her hands still between them. She, too, looked at David, and her expression showed exasperation, as well as the understandable panic of being about to pee in her pants. The exasperation, however, was not directed at David. She did say something to David: “I’m going to get her back for this.” The way she said it, David believed her, although he was still kind of confused about what was going on.The brunette then uncrossed her legs and slowly got up, still holding her vulva tightly. David suspected that her slowness was for an entirely different reason than that of the blonde. The two girls made their way out of the bus, the blonde still moving with what David assumed was deliberate slowness, the brunette pee pee dancing furiously and urging her companion to hurry up. Once they made it to the sidewalk, the blonde resumed tickling the brunette’s sides. The bus door closed and the bus started moving again. David watched the two girls out the window. The brunette was bent forward, her hands still between her legs, hobbling along the sidewalk, stopping frequently to squeeze her thighs together, while the blonde tailgated her and tickled her constantly. David continued to watch them until the bus turned a corner and they were out of sight.When David’s mother got home later that day, David asked her, “Mom, what does ‘watersucker’ mean?”His mother looked at him uncertainly. “Watersucker? Something that sucks up water?”That didn’t make sense. But David didn’t feel comfortable discussing the circumstances under which he had heard the term used, so he said, “Never mind,” and went back to doing his homework.
Chapter 2 When the two girls got on the school bus the next morning, David watched them intently. They sat in the same place they had the day before (school bus passengers don't usually pick out a different seat every day), so David would be able to see them for the entire bus ride. However, they didn't seem to be doing anything the slightest bit interesting. They didn't say anything, they didn't move once they were seated, and their expressions showed no emotion whatsoever. They appeared to have completely gotten over the events of the previous afternoon. Had the brunette gotten the blonde back? David tried to think about what form the revenge might have taken. And what exactly was it revenge for?While the two girls did not seem moody, they also did not appear to be interested in talking, and David did not want to embarrass himself by trying to start a conversation with someone unfriendly. After awhile, David got bored with looking at them and turned to look out his window. He glanced back at the girls from time to time to see if anything had changed, but nothing did for the entire bus ride. After getting off the bus, David followed the two girls until, after less than twenty steps, the two girls turned down a corridor that led in the opposite direction to David's first class, at which point David realized that he needed to get on with the school day.He tried asking several of his friends what the term "watersucker" meant, but none of them seemed to know. David did not see the two girls again until they were getting back on the school bus to go home, and during the ride the girls again did not do anything interesting and again did not appear interested in chatting either with each other or with David. David began to think that he had dreamed the entire incident up.This possibility seemed more and more likely as the days wore on. David never saw the girls far outside of the school bus, and when he did see them their demeanor did not seem remotely playful or even sociable, nor did there appear to be any tension between them. It was as if they were two bodies controlled by one mind, patiently waiting for the bus ride to be over. After a week David got so bored with them that he started sitting in another row, so that he could watch students who were at least giving each other noogies and talking about cute classmates. Over time he forgot about the two girls altogether.David's school was semestered, which meant that each student took four classes for the first half of the school year, then had two weeks off for Christmas, and then took four different classes for the second half of the school year. On the first day of classes after the Christmas break, for David's second class of the day, he decided to sit in the back row, near the door. Once class began, the teacher distributed course outlines, went over them with the class, and then told the students that they could talk quietly amonst themselves for the last fifteen minutes of class. As soon as David finished putting his binder back in his backpack, he heard a nearby, quiet, mischievous, sing-song, female voice say, "Stacy . . . Watersucker."It was a term David had forgotten about, but the first thing he remembered about it now that he was hearing it again was that it probably meant something very, very interesting. He immediately swiveled his head to find the source of the voice that had uttered it, and saw, immediately to his left, two familiar-looking girls: a blonde, sitting right next to David, and a brunette, sitting on the blonde's left. He had seen them on the school bus the previous semester, he now remembered, and they had been the very ones who had previously used the term whose meaning was still unclear. The girls were facing each other, so David could not see the blonde's face, but the brunette was smiling. David heard another female voice, presumably that of the blonde (Stacy?), say in a tone of pure horror, "No!"The brunette looked straight at David, winked, and then looked back at Stacy. "Told you I'd get you back," the brunette said. "I'd say you've got about five seconds. Oh, and you remember him, right?" She nodded toward David. "I bet you didn't even notice him earlier."To be fair, David hadn't noticed them, either.Stacy looked at David, and the look of dread on her face was beyond anything David could remember seeing in his entire life. A few seconds later, the theoretical dread suddenly turned to practical panic as Stacy, just as the brunette had on the school bus all those weeks ago, quickly thrust both hands between her legs and squeezed her vulva tightly. She turned to face the brunette again. "Christine, this isn't fair," Stacy said, her voice cracking. "We were almost home!""I wasn't going to try to get you on the school bus," Christine replied. "That would have been too obvious. And I thought it only right that I should get you in front of him." She nodded at David again. "After all, he got to see one of us having to pee really bad." She reached over and started tickling Stacy's sides. "Why not the other?"David liked Christine's reasoning.Stacy started squirming around. The rest of the class did not appear to have noticed what was happening in the back row; the three of them were the only ones in that row, the two girls were talking fairly quietly, most of the other students were having their own conversations, and the desks made it difficult to see Stacy's legs from any other row. David, on the other hand, was enjoying the show immensely, and enjoyed it even more when Christine started laughing, hard but quietly. David really liked the way girls laughed after successfully pulling off a clever prank, and that was the way Christine was laughing now.Stacy put one hand in the air while the other remained firmly in her crotch. When the teacher called on her, Stacy asked, in an impressively calm voice, "May I go to the bathroom?""You can't wait fifteen minutes?" the teacher asked incredulously."I guess I can," Stacy replied, embarrassed, and the teacher directed her attention elsewhere. Stacy put her hand from the air back into her crotch and started squeezing her vulva rhythmically while taking shallow breaths. The rest of the class still did not seem to realize that anything was out of the ordinary."Can you?" Christine asked teasingly. "You'd be cutting it pretty tight.""I hate you," Stacy said without emotion."I bet you do. Just try not to think about waterfalls.""Shut up!" Stacy said, crossing her legs and starting tense her thighs in phase with her squeezing hands while rocking back and forth."Yeah you're right, this isn't about other waterfalls, it's about you!" Christine said the "you" in a high-pitched tone while quickly sliding her hands up the inside of Stacy's shirt and then out again. "You have to pee really, really bad, but you can't leave class for another ten minutes. Are you going to make it? Or are you going to soak those tight jeans and make them glisten? That would be cute, you know. Moisture slowly spreading over your pants while you frantically tried to stop it. I would laugh so hard. Of course, you look pretty cute right now." She looked at David. "Don't you think she looks cute?" Stacy turned to look at David as well, and she was clearly still panicking, as well as annoyed with Christine."Ummm . . ." David said, flustered."Yeah, you do," said Christine. To Stacy, who was turning back to look at Christine, Christine added, "I don't imagine he gets to see a show like this very often. Just be glad no one else can see you.""This isn't over," Stacy said threateningly."Oh, not by a long shot. In fact, I think we're just starting to branch out."For the rest of the class, Christine continued to laugh and tickle Stacy's sides while Stacy frantically squirmed around trying not to pee herself, her hands never leaving her crotch. When the bell rang, Stacy grabbed her backpack with one hand, uncrossed her legs, got up gingerly, and ran out of the classroom as well as she could while bent forward with her thighs close together and one hand squeezing her vulva tightly. She had to awkwardly open the classroom door with the same hand that was holding her backpack.Christine bent over double laughing, then turned to David. "She does look cute when she's jiggling and squeezing her pussy like her life depends on it, doesn't she?" Christine asked."Um . . ." David said again."I'm going to go check on her. Save room for us at your lunch table. I have a feeling this is going to be a really fun semester."As Christine picked up her backpack and left the classroom, David realized that he agreed wholeheartedly with that sentiment.
Chapter 3 David wasn't really expecting Christine and Stacy to join him for lunch, but he sat in a quiet section of one of the long tables anyway because he wanted to be able to savour what he had seen without being distracted by unrelated conversations. He was still startled that Christine has spoken to him, considering that she hadn't even looked at him since the incident the previous semester. He hadn't even introduced himself, hadn't uttered more than a meaningless monosyllable to her, and yet she had behaved as though there was a bond between her and David. Perhaps he could chalk it up to her playfulness, although that playfulness only seemed to be manifest on rare occasions. Maybe that was the nature of playfulness.As he ate his lunch, David wondered when, if ever, he might next see the two girls do something interesting. He now shared a class with them as well as a bus, but remembering the previous semester and Christine's comment about the school bus being "too obvious", he imagined that they would likely spend the rest of this semester mechanically taking notes and doing classwork, talking only to answer the teacher's questions and to pull their weight in group assignments; in other words, they would be even more boring than the other students in the class. David's thoughts became more abstract as he imagined that all people in the world had the same amount of "fun" in them, and that they could either distribute this fun evenly over time or concentrate it in occasional intense pinpricks of fun and spend the rest of their time as soulless robots."Is it okay if we sit next to you?" David heard a female voice ask from behind him."Sure," David said offhandedly. While he did not want anyone to distract him from his thoughts, it would have been rude to deny someone a place to sit when he had six empty spaces to his left and to his right on both sides of the table.David felt two bodies slide down his sides and then squeeze up against him as tightly as they could. "There's lots of space," he said."Are we making you uncomfortable?" the girl on his left asked in a flirty voice. He turned to look at her and was startled to realize that she was none other than the blonde girl, Stacy, who ten minutes ago had been frantically bouncing her legs and squeezing her vulva trying not to pee in her pants, and probably devoting any remaining brainpower to getting back at her companion, Christine — although, from what David had observed, it had been Stacy herself who had started it, whatever "it" was. At the moment, however, Stacy was smiling pleasantly. Was there a hint of mischief in her eyes? Regardless, David was amazed at how quickly her attitude had changed. Not having to pee anymore helped, he supposed, but still . . ."I'm Stacy," Stacy said, extending her right hand. David knew this already, but the formality of introductions was important."David," David said, shaking Stacy's hand."Christine," the girl to David's right said. David released Stacy's hand, turned, and saw that the girl to his right was indeed the brunette who had tormented, and previously been tormented by, Stacy. She, too, was smiling (this was less of a surprise), and she, too, had extended her right hand. David shook it."David."When he released her hand, Stacy spoke again. "We're sisters.""Twins," Christine added."Fraternal twins," Stacy clarified. "Although we're both pretty hot." She reached over and pinched Christine's left nipple. Christine squealed.And David had been worried that they would never do anything interesting again."So," Stacy went on, "did you enjoy the show last period?"This from the victim? Was David in trouble?"It's okay," Christine put in. "I'm sure you enjoyed the show last semester on the bus, as well."Stacy now spoke to Christine. "Yeah, that was pretty funny. Although, I must admit, you got me back pretty good. I mean, I hate you, obviously, but I'm still impressed." David got the impression that she was saying "I hate you" as a matter of form rather than because she was truly upset. Stacy turned her attention back to David. "It's a trick we like to play on each other," she explained. "We have this white powder that we can dissolve in each others' drinks that makes the person drinking it feel a sudden, intense need to pee about fifteen minutes later. Fifteen minutes after that, the person will no longer be able to hold it regardless of how she tries. But we don't use it so much to make each other pee as to make each other squirm and panic.""Usually we give it to each other at home after locking and closing the bathroom door with nobody inside it," Christine added. "It's possible to unlock the door from the outside, but it's really difficult, and it's even more difficult when you're desperate to pee and your sister is standing right behind you and tickling you constantly. The pee pee dances we do outside the bathroom are hilarious. But now someone —" she looked meaningfully at Stacy — "seems to have decided that it would be funny to dish the stuff out in front of other students. Well, two can play at that game.""It's not the first time we used it in public," Stacy said defensively. "Christine put some in my water bottle when we were out hiking, miles from any bathrooms or buildings of any kind. I ended up having to pull down my pants, squat, and pee outside.""That wasn't the first time, either," Christine retorted. "Stacy gave me some while we were enjoying what would otherwise have a relaxing float downstream in a canoe. The riverbanks were too steep to come ashore anywhere in the area, and I didn't want to stink up the canoe by peeing in it, and I was afraid I would tip the canoe over if I tried to squat over the edge, and I didn't want to get my clothes wet, so I stripped naked, jumped in the river, and peed there. But then Stacy wouldn't slow the canoe down enough for me to get back in, so I had to walk and swim behind her until she finally found a place to come ashore, at which point she took my clothes, which were still in the canoe, and ran off into the forest with them. I waited in the canoe, completely naked, for like fifteen minutes before Stacy finally came back, and she didn't even have my clothes with her anymore! She said that she had hidden them in the forest, and that if I wanted them I would have to find them. Well, at that point I just pushed her down into the canoe, sat on her, and bopped her on the head with the side of my fist over and over again until she agreed to bring me my clothes back."There was silence among the three of them for a few moments. Then Stacy said, in an impressed tone, "Wow. I had forgotten about that. Okay, that one is a winner." Composing herself, she said to David, "Anyway, tickling and teasing each other when we're frantically trying not to pee in our pants is really fun. But the most delicious part is when we tell the victim what we've done just before she starts feeling the effects of the powder. We like to tell her concisely, since the blow would be dulled if it came in the form of a lengthy explanation, so we came up with the word 'watersucker': water as a euphemism for urine, and sucker because the victim didn't see it coming. We try to say this word within thirty seconds of the first fifteen-minute mark, and let me tell you, the look of horror on the victim's face when she realizes that she's about to have to pee extremely badly with no bathroom available is priceless.""I bet," David said breathlessly."How about that?" Stacy said to Christine. "He can talk.""So he can," Christine responded. To David, she said, "Could I see your schedule?""Sure," David said, taking his schedule out of his pocket and unfolding it.Looking at the schedule, Christine said, "Stacy, look at this. We're all in the same class right after lunch."looked at the schedule. "Cool!" she said, excited. "Let's all sit together in it." She put her right arm around David and squeezed. "David's one of us now.""All right," Christine said, "now let's finish our lunch before the bell rings."
Chapter 4 "David, why don't you sit here?" Stacy suggested, indicating a desk in the back row of their third period class. They had walked to class together after finishing their lunch. David sat at the desk, while Stacy staked out the desk immediately to the left and Christine took the desk immediately to David's right. After the teacher handed out course outlines, Stacy and Christine each moved her desk right up against David's. David wondered what the teacher would say if and when she noticed that her students were moving the furniture, but David himself decided not to comment on it. As the teacher began to go over the course outline, Stacy and Christine each started to caress one of David's thighs. The girls moved their hands around to the inside of David's thighs and then each began to repeatedly kiss her side of David's neck. This struck David as peculiar classroom behaviour, but the teacher didn't seem to notice, and David didn't complain, although it did make it a bit difficult for him to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. The two girls started to nibble and lick, as well as kiss, David's neck. Every so often one or the other of the hands on David's thighs would rub over his penis before returning to whichever thigh that hand had been on. As the class went on, the girls slowly moved their mouths up David's neck and eventually started nibbling his earlobes. Then they gently licked the insides of his ears, and after that, in unison, the two girls said in a playful near-whisper, "Watersucker." David smiled. He was amazed at how well they could bring back memories with that one word, particularly now that he properly understood what it meant. Wait. David felt the blood drain from his face. Surely they hadn't — he looked from side to side, and the two girls had backed off a little bit and started giggling. "You can't do that to me!" he said incredulously. "I'm not —" "You're one of us now," Stacy said flirtatiously. "Yes, but I didn't agree to —" "You got to enjoy us," Christine interrupted playfully. "Now we . . . get . . . to . . . enjoy . . . you." Just as she finished saying this, David was hit with a MASSIVE need to pee. He immediately grabbed his penis tightly with one hand and put his other hand straight up in the air. Stacy and Christine went from giggling to laughing. When the teacher called on David, David said, just as Stacy had in the previous class, "May I go to the bathroom?" "This course outline is important," the teacher responded. "I'll let you know when I get to a good stopping place, sometime in the next fifteen minutes or so, and you can go then. If I stop now you'll forget where we were when you get back. What's your name?" "David." The teacher made a note on a piece of paper on her desk, said, "All right, then," and went back to going over the course outline. David used the hand that had been up in the air to help hold his penis. "Wow, you really weren't expecting this, were you?" Stacy noted after a few moments. "You thought you'd just keep getting free shows." She turned her attention to Christine to say, "I guess you were right, Christine," then spoke to David again. "I thought that you'd be on the alert for us playing watersucker so soon after the last time, but Christine said that it wouldn't occur to you that we might watersucker you." Christine had indeed been correct on that point. It still struck David as poor etiquette, but then he realized that it was kind of weird to think about prank etiquette, and he wasn't exactly in the strongest moral position after not uttering a word of objection in response to the girls watersuckering each other. Still, it had seemed to David that the girls were somehow okay with being watersuckered in a way that David himself wasn't, although he couldn't really pinpoint what that way was. "I've wanted to watersucker a boy for so long," Christine said dreamily. "What's the matter, David?" she teased. "Do you have to pee really, really bad all of a sudden? Did you forget to go before? Or did you just not notice the hot girl putting some special powder in your milk at lunch?" And right when they had told him about the powder, too. David felt so stupid. The teacher probably thought that she was being completely reasonable asking David to wait, but she didn’t know about the powder, and David was too embarrassed to tell her that he had been tricked. "You're really cute, David," Stacy said. “But you’re even cuter when you’re squeezing your dick like it’s about to fall out of your hand. Are you ticklish?” She started tickling David’s left inner thigh, and Christine started tickling his right. “No!” David gasped, in response to action rather than to the question, and crossed his legs tightly, both to make his inner thighs less accessible to the girls and to put more pressure on his frantically contracting penis. The girls started tickling his sides, each using both of her hands, moving erratically between mid-thigh and armpit. Stacy brought her mouth right up to David’s left ear, and Christine brought hers up to his right, and they both whispered, “psssssss.” “Don’t do that!” David said breathily, panting from the strain and laughing from the tickling. This was a nightmare. He had to pee worse than he could remember ever having to pee before, and he wasn’t allowed to leave his seat, and these two girls, hot though they were, were being extremely intrusive with their fingers and mouths and actually enjoying, in fact enjoying greatly, his immense panic and fear of wetting his pants for the first time since early childhood, and in a classroom full of his peers. He started squeezing his penis rhythmically with his hands, tensing his thighs to the same rhythm, and rocking back and forth. The girls once again brought their faces away from David’s ears, although they continued to tickle him with all four of her hands. “Isn’t this delicious, Christine?” Stacy asked, sounding as though she herself were breathing heavily, although her tone was completely relaxed. “We’ve actually managed to watersucker a boy, and right after meeting him too, and now he’s trapped between us and we get to watch him freaking out and putting all of his effort into not peeing in his pants, and he really is squeezing his dick tightly, over and over again, with pretty much every possible other part of his body, while we tickle and play with him.” “Delicious,” Christine agreed breathily. She looked misty-eyed and David did not think she would be able to formulate any more words for awhile. Of course, David doubted that he, himself, was capable of speech at the moment, either. “You have to really, really, really have to pee, don’t you, David?” Stacy asked. “I bet you totally hate us right now.” She did not sound as though his hatred would distress her in the slightest. In point of fact, though, David did not have room in his mind for hate. All he could think about was holding his pee until he could get to a bathroom. “David!” The voice came from the front of the classroom and sounded a wee bit sharp. David looked up and saw the teacher staring straight at him. “What, are you completely spacing out?” she asked, annoyed. “I’ve gotten to a good stopping place in the outline. You can go to the bathroom now. But be quick; we need to get through the whole outline before the end of class, and I don’t want to cover any of it while you’re out of the room.” Finally! David thought. He tried to push his chair back with the one foot that was still on the ground, but then Stacy and Christine each hooked one of her feet behind one of the legs of David’s chair. David uncrossed his legs so that he could push with both feet, but then Stacy and Christine each grabbed the back of David chair with one hand and a leg of her desk with the other. David removed one hand from his crotch to try to wrestle the girls’ hands and feet off of his chair, but even when he was able to remove one hand or foot the girl just put it right back as soon as he tried to take off the next one. “Well?” the teacher asked impatiently. “Are you going or not?” “His chair is stuck,” Stacy said. David used the hand that was not squeezing his penis to flip Stacy off. Stacy stuck out her tongue at David. The latter would have been a childish gesture but for the sparkle in her eye and the huge smile on her face. The teacher rolled her eyes, sighed, and started walking toward the back row. David tried even more frantically to extricate his chair from the girls’ grip; he did not want the teacher to see him in this condition. His breathing became heavier with every step the teacher took until finally, just before the teacher got to his row, the girls suddenly removed their hands and feet from David’s chair and it almost toppled as David pushed it backwards with his feet. As soon as it was clear of the girls’ chairs, he got up, turned toward the door of the classroom, walked up to it, opened it, then put his free hand back in his crotch, walked to the boys’ bathroom as quickly as he could, pushed the door open with his shoulder, and got to a urinal. He struggled to open his fly without letting go of his penis, and then he painstakingly took his penis out, loosened his grip, and immediately started peeing HARD. When he got out of the bathroom, Christine and Stacy were right there in the hallway waiting for him. They both put their mouths up to his and stuck their tongues into his mouth in a three-way French kiss. “Are you mad at us?” Christine asked cutely. “I’m okay,” David answered, still panting from his ordeal. But did he want to keep hanging out with these girls?
Chapter 5 When the three of them got back to class, David saw that the two girls had moved their desks back to where they had been originally. Or perhaps the teacher had moved them when her three students had been out of the classroom. David didn’t want to disrupt the class any further by trying to find a new seat, so he sat at the same desk as before, and the two girls did as well. Once the three of them were seated, the teacher went on with the course overview as though nothing unusual had happened. If David looked closely, he could tell that the teacher was still mildly irritated about the interruption, but she was hiding it well and David felt confident that she wouldn’t mention the incident to him again. Stacy and Christine continued to lightly caress David’s thighs throughout the rest of the class, but that was all they did. David found it much easier to follow what the teacher was saying, although he did often find his mind drifting back to what the two girls had done to him and to each other. And what they might do in the future. Once this class was over, David thought, he should probably avoid these two girls at all costs. Sure, they were hot and playful and frisky, but man, they could sting like psychological hornets. But then he looked from one of them to the other and saw the dreamy smiles on their faces. Surely it was worth sacrificing some short-term comfort and dignity to make two girls smile like that? Besides, to be completely fair, it was their “sting” that had attracted him to them in the first place. Now that he was thinking about it in a more relaxed frame of mind, it seemed reasonable that he should have to pay his dues if he wanted to watch them squirm at each other’s mercy. When the class ended and the three of them starting putting their stuff away, Stacy said to Christine, “You know, I think I like the idea of expanding our horizons.” “You’re the one who started it,” Christine pointed out. “Only by accident. You’ve since taken it in a direction I would never have thought of. David, who else gets off the school bus at your stop?” David, who had just finished zipping up his backpack, had to think about this. “Jenny and . . . Lizzie,” he said finally. “I think that’s what they call each other. I myself have never spoken with either of them.” Stacy looked at Christine and said, “I think it’s high time we started making some new friends.” She turned to David and said “We’ll see you at the bus,” before swinging her backpack over her shoulder, getting up, and following Christine (who had done the same) out of the classroom. By the time David had donned his own backpack and gotten to his feet, the two girls were both out of sight. Neither Christine nor Stacy was in David’s fourth period class. However, David’s experiences with them that day had been so intense that he spent pretty well all of fourth period savoring and recovering from those experiences, sparing a minimal amount of attention for the teacher’s explanation of grading schemes and the summary of material that would be covered that semester. The occasional flirty looks that David got from his fourth period classmates (looks that were completely superficial but would ordinarily have made him feel warm inside) he ignored entirely; he simply did not have room in his mind to think about the peers surrounding him at that moment. By the end of fourth period, however, David’s mind had relaxed. As he went to his locker to get his jacket, he thought about the computer games he would be able to play when he got home since he didn’t have any homework that afternoon. He also wondered what interesting dreams he might have that night. As he was waiting for his school bus to arrive at the school, David noticed Stacy holding two disposable coffee cups. As he walked toward her, he heard her ask someone else, “Do you want some hot chocolate?” before handing the two cups to two other girls who were also waiting for their bus. Stacy then turned to look at David. “How come they get hot chocolate?” David asked resentfully. Even though he had technically only met Stacy that day, he felt slighted that she would give something to someone else but not to him. “Oh, do you want some?” Stacy asked. She seemed a bit surprised, but her composure barely wavered, and she had a pleasant smile on her face. No, not pleasant. Amused. Hungry. David would have facepalmed if he hadn’t been worried about ruining the surprise. Instead, he put on a smile of his own. “Actually, I think I’m okay,” he said, hoping that Stacy could tell that his resentment was now gone entirely. “Thanks, though.” He kissed her left cheek and said more quietly, “I do appreciate it.” Stacy kept smiling but said nothing. When David pulled away he saw that his bus had arrived, and that students were starting to board through the open front door. He was not surprised to see the two hot chocolate recipients heading toward that same bus, and he followed them as closely as he could without shoving aside anyone else trying to board that bus. He was able to get on the bus and to the aisle before the girls he was following got to their seats, and when they did sit down, both in the same two-person seat, David took the empty seat across the aisle from them. He scooted over to sit by the window and looked out; he didn’t want the girls across the aisle to catch him looking at them while it was still convenient for them to move. David felt someone start climbing on top of him, and he looked to see that it was Christine. Stacy was right behind her and took the aisle seat next to David while Christine positioned herself on David’s lap. “What are doing?” David asked. “You didn’t think we would let you have this show all to yourself, did you?” Christine asked. “Is it common for you to randomly sit on people’s laps?” David asked, taken aback. “Only when they take my take my spot,” Christine answered with a playful smile. That was fair. The anticipation of what was to come, and the knowledge that it would only last for a limited period of time, was making David’s stomach feel tight and his mouth start to dry up. He looked out the window, licked his lips, and tried to keep his mouth closed. He had to open it, though, in order to take some slow, deep breaths to try to relax himself. Even doing that, it was difficult to calm down, particularly with the girl sitting on top of him, but David was able to find some measure of peace by the time the bus started pulling away from the school. Once the bus was moving, David turned from the window to look past Stacy to the two girls across the aisle sipping their hot chocolate. The sips were very small at first, but by the fourth sip they started to get more substantial. Presumably, the hot chocolate was starting to cool enough that it wouldn’t burn the tongue. More to the point, though, the clock had started ticking. David resumed looking out the window. There wouldn’t be much to see for awhile, and he didn’t want to get caught staring. Morally, David should have warned the two girls across the aisle not to drink the hot chocolate. The surprise that he would have ruined would not be an entirely pleasant one for those being surprised. But it was meant as a joke; there was no real malice, only an extreme sort of playfulness. There was a fine line between the two, certainly, but David could tell when that line was crossed, and he had not yet seen either Christine or Stacy cross it, even when he had been their target. And, of course, David was looking forward to the show too much to have been willing to nip it in the bud. David heard a female voice ask, “Why are you sitting on his lap?” He turned to see the two girls across the aisle looking at him and his two new friends. “Because he’s cute,” Christine answered, wiggling her bum against David. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked David, moving around some more without taking her weight off of him. “Are you seriously giving a lap dance on a school bus?” one of the girls across the aisle asked Christine incredulously. “Totally,” Christine responded. “Okay, whatever,” the girl across the aisle said, chuckling. To Stacy, she said, “Thanks for the hot chocolate. It’s really good.” “Yeah, thanks!” the girl next to her said enthusiastically. “You’re welcome,” Stacy said, smiling. The girls across the aisle went back to drinking their hot chocolate. By the angles they were raising their cups, and the length of time they were holding them there, they appeared to be finishing up the last of it. Christine ground her bum against David some more. “We’ve got them,” she said quietly into his ear. “They don’t know it yet, but we’ve got them. Both of them. We’ll be seeing a really great show in —” she turned to Stacy and raised her voice a notch — “how much longer, Stacy?” Stacy looked at her watch. “Twelve minutes,” she said. “Twelve minutes,” Christine repeated quietly into David’s ear. “In twelve minutes we’ll get to see some delicious panicking.” She said the last two words very slowly. David’s mouth was watering. The wait was difficult at first. David tried to pass the time by looking out the window, but he found himself looking back across the aisle every few seconds to see if anything had changed. The girls had stowed their (presumably empty) hot chocolate cups somewhere so that they wouldn’t have to hold them, but other than that David’s frequent glances didn’t reveal much. Christine helped the time to pass a bit more quickly by continuing to intermittently grind into David’s lap. Eventually David was able to look out the window for longer and started to zone out. Then David heard Stacy say, “Hey.” He looked to see her addressing the girls across the aisle. She was giggling, and Christine was starting to giggle as well. “We put a special powder in the hot chocolate I gave you,” Stacy said. “It’s a trick we call ‘watersucker’. You should be feeling the powder’s effects in about —” she looked at her watch — “five seconds. Four, three, two, one —” — and then Stacy and Christine both called out, “Watersucker!” Just as they said this, each of the girls across the aisle, predicably, suddenly grabbed her crotch tightly with both hands and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I have to pee so bad!” Stacy and Christine double-high-fived each other and both started laughing triumphantly. “Yup, that’s what the powder does,” Stacy said, still laughing. “Until today, Christine and I have only used it on each other, but now we’re realizing how much fun we can have by watersuckering new people. I bet you’re really uncomfortable right now. I bet you feel like you’re about to start wetting helplessly into your pants right here on the school bus.” “This isn’t funny!” one of the girls across the aisle yelled. They were both squeezing their vulvas repeatedly with their hands. “I really, really have to pee!” “So do I!” the girl next to her said. “That’s what makes it funny!” Christine said. She was also still laughing. “Watching you both freak out and squeeze your pussies tightly, desperately trying not to pee all over yourselves right here in public, is one of the most beautiful things I can imagine. I’m pretty sure David here loves it, too.” She pressed her bum against David again, moving from side to side as she did. David was starting to feel lightheaded. The girls across the aisle both crossed their legs and started rocking back and forth and tensing their thighs in phase with the hands still squeezing their vulvas. Christine and Stacy started laughing harder. “It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Stacy asked her victims. “You have to pee so-o-o bad, but the bus isn’t at your stop yet, and you’re trying so-o-o hard to hold it, but you don’t know how much longer you can. I hope you live close to the bus stop and don’t have to walk too far with your full bladders, hunched over, taking tiny steps, and gripping your pussies as tightly as you possibly can, terrified that at any moment the pee might start shooting out of those pussies and make a huge mark on your pants while you’re out there on the sidewalk. Assuming you can even make it off the bus dry.” “You know, watersuckering two people at the same time was a good idea,” Christine said to Stacy. “The way it hit them both at the same time made for an even bigger impact than we’re used to.” “I know, right?” Stacy said. “Oh,” she added, looking out the window, “this is our stop.” Christine looked out the window as the bus slowed down. “So it is,” she said. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” Stacy said to the girls across the aisle, who did not appear to be in a condition to pay much attention. “We should be able to have a more meaningful conversation then. Of course, we’d love to stay and watch you for longer right now, but we need to get off here. Try not to piss yourselves.” To David, she said, “I know you’re enjoying the show, but do keep an eye out for your bus stop. You’ll probably spot it more easily than they will.” She nodded toward the girls across the aisle. The bus stopped. Stacy, still laughing, got up and tickled the nearest of the two desperate girls, saying, “You really do have to pee amazingly badly, don’t you?” While she did this, Christine ground into David one last time. Then Christine got up as well, and she and Stacy started walking toward the front of the bus. David continued to watch the two frantically squirming girls across the aisle. They glared at him briefly, but then they had to return their attention to their own bodies. As the bus started moving again, David found that the desperation was slightly less exciting without Stacy and Christine there to laugh and tease. But only slightly. He still got a great amount of enjoyment watching the two girls try to use their entire bodies to put pressure on their overworked vulvas, doing everything they could to keep from wetting themselves. They continued to squeeze rhythmically with their hands and crossed thighs, and to rock back and forth. It was quite a show. By the time David was able to tear his attention away, the bus was slowing down again and he realized that it was reaching his stop. “This is our stop,” he said to the girls across the aisle as he started to put on his backpack. “Huh?” the nearer of the two girls asked. “You get off the bus here, right?” David said. The girl looked out the window. “Right,” she said uncertainly. She removed one hand from her crotch to pick up her backpack. The other girl did not appear to have noticed either of them, though. When the bus stopped, David got up, walked to the aisle, and said to the desperate girl sitting next to the window, “You get off the bus here too, right?” She looked at David, confused, then she, also, looked out the window, appeared to understand in a distant sort of way, and also removed a hand from her crotch to pick up her backpack. The aisle girl had, by this time, managed to stand, although she was bent over slightly and still had one hand frantically squeezing her vulva (her other hand was holding her backpack). David started walking toward the door to the bus so that he wouldn’t be in their way. When he got to the door, he looked back to see that both girls were some distance behind him in the aisle and moving very slowly. Since he wasn’t actually friends with either of them, he decided it would be weird to be seen to wait for them, so he got off the bus and started walking toward his house. He walked a bit more slowly than he might have otherwise, and he frequently looked over his shoulder to see if the girls had gotten off the bus yet. He was halfway down the block when the girls did, eventually, emerge from the bus. He stopped to watch them; they were not facing him, so they probably wouldn’t notice him. He saw one of them point across the street, and then they both crossed in front of the school bus. Once they were across, the school bus pulled away. David then saw the girls both drop their backpacks onto the sidewalk across the street from him so that they could again hold their crotches with both hands. They would frequently raise one leg, bending it sharply at the knee, and cross it over the other. Then they both went between two parked cars next to the sidewalk and, with great effort, and still pee pee dancing furiously, managed to unfasten their pants and get them and their underwear down to their knees. They then quickly squatted down between those same two parked cars and David immediately saw a powerful stream of pee coming down from under their bare thighs. David stared at them openmouthed. They were peeing, outside, in a suburban area, hidden only by two cars, their bare bums exposed to the air. David was not, by any means, offended by this, but it was something he did not get to see very often. He spent a few moments taking in the tableau before him: two girls, squatting between a pair of parked cars, their legs bare from knee to waist, peeing on the asphalt. He tried to store it in his mind. He didn’t want the girls to catch him staring, though, so once he thought he had the image memorized, he turned and continued to walk home. Forget computer games. What David needed was a nap.
Chapter 6 Neither of the girls at David’s bus stop spoke to David while they waited for the bus the next morning. The girls did not appear to be upset with David; they simply ignored him the way they always had. Had they forgotten about what happened yesterday? If so, then perhaps that was best; the memory would be unlikely to endear David to them. When the bus came, David sat alone in the front row while the girls went further back. When Christine and Stacy got on the bus a few stops later, they ignored David and also went further back in the bus to sit. David was a bit put off by the lack of attention, but he knew that not every day could be as intense as the previous one had. In fact, even sitting there alone on the bus, David was able to pass the time quite effectively merely by replaying yesterday’s events in his mind. Neither Christine nor Stacy acknowledged David when they got off the bus. When he saw them again in his second period class (and he only saw them because he knew to look for them), they did not speak to him or even appear to recognize him. Perhaps they had gone back into “boring” mode. At lunch, David sat with some of his other friends. He didn’t say much, and he only half-listened to the stories his friends told. He finished his lunch within five minutes, then said, “See you guys later,” gathered his garbage, got up and threw it out, and then went for a walk through the hallways. He found some more of his friends in the hallways, and each time he saw a small group of them he would walk over and chat with them for a minute or two. Many of his friends were female and attractive and playful, and it was enjoyable to spend time with them. But he found their stories to be less exciting, and their flirting less intense, than Christine’s or Stacy’s, and before any of the hallway chats had gone on long he would get bored and politely excuse himself to go wander some more. He was still walking around when, out of nowhere, he suddenly felt an intense need to pee. He had to squeeze his penis with his hand in order to keep from wetting himself. Just as he did this, he heard a chorus of triumphant female voices shout out, “Watersucker!” He turned to see Christine, Stacy, and the two girls from his bus stop (Jenny and Lizzie?) looking straight at him and laughing. The four girls high-fived each other in pairs, then started running toward David. As great as it was to have their attention again, it would be difficult to have much fun while needing to pee this badly, so David ran away from them as well as he could given his condition. Turning a corner, David saw a bathroom halfway down the next hall. He ran toward it, hoping to make it there before the girls reached him. He heard one of them shout, “Quick, we can’t lose him now!” Still holding his penis tightly, David put a burst of energy into trying to beat the girls to the bathroom. But it wasn’t enough. He felt them catch one of his elbows, then the other, and then two of them ran past him, stopped, and turned to face him. They walked right up to him, blocking his path, and the two girls behind him released his elbows but kept their positions. He was surrounded. The girls started laughing harder. “We got you!” Christine said excitedly. “It was really hard to sneak that powder into your milk at lunch without you noticing, but we did it, and now you’re bursting to pee but you’re trapped between us!” David tried to force his way between two of the girls, but they both pushed him back. He couldn’t overpower two girls at the same time, especially not while frantically trying not to pee in his pants. “Come on, let me out!” he begged. “I really have to pee!” “Yeah, that powder works really well, doesn’t it?” Stacy asked, still laughing. “You feel fine one minute and then BAM!, you feel like you’re going to explode.” “Isn’t this fun?” Christine asked one of the other girls. “Put some powder into a boy’s drink, wait fifteen minutes, and then ambush him and watch him squeeze his dick while he begs you to let him go to the bathroom. Let’s tickle him.” She started to do so, and was quickly joined by the other three girls. Eight hands moved irregularly all over David’s body, tickling his thighs, his waist, his armpits, his stomach, and even his bum. “Stop it!” David yelled. “I really, really, really have to pee!” He was squeezing his penis rhythmically now, rather than continuously. He had to pee soooo badly. “Aww, poor David,” Stacy teased, smiling widely while she and the other girls continued to laugh and tickle David. “He desperately needs to go pee, but he has four girls keeping him away from the bathroom and tickling him. What’s wrong, David? Do you feel like you’re about to start peeing uncontrollably into those tan-coloured pants you’re wearing? Do you feel like, no matter how hard you squeeze and try to stop it, the pee is about to start flowing out through your dick and then slowly down your legs, making a big, dark, embarrassing spot for everyone to see?” David lifted his right leg and crossed his thighs tightly, for a few seconds, over the hand that was still squeezing his penis twice a second. Then he put his right foot back on the floor and did the same thing with his left leg. Then he bobbed down on his knees for a few seconds. While he did this, he tried to fight off the girls with his other hand, but one hand, particularly when attached to someone with a full bladder, was no match for eight, so he eventually started using his second hand to help squeeze his penis. He did feel like he might start wetting himself soon. “This is fun!” one of the girls from David’s bus stop said, impressed. “That panicked look on his face is amazing! Not to mention the super sexy pee pee dance that he’s doing right now: squeezing his dick, crossing his legs, bobbing up and down. You girls rock!” It was great to be appreciated by four enthusiastic girls, even as an object, but David wished the appreciation could have come from something less problematic for himself. On the other hand, the fact that the girls were untroubled by David’s distress proved that the enthusiasm they directed at him was genuine and not merely for David’s benefit (they would not be trying to charm him while openly tormenting him), and that made that enthusiasm sweeter. But he could not bask in it right then; he needed to concentrate on not wetting his pants. A crowd of other students was starting to gather around them. It was embarrassing enough for David to have to dance around and frantically squeeze his penis in front of four girls, but to have even more people watch him do it . . . This could not be happening. David willed it to be a dream. If it was, though, he could no more escape it than he could escape the four girls around him. “Come on!” he begged, feeling like he might start crying. “More people are coming! Let me go!” “We don’t want to let you go yet,” Christine said. “We’re having too much fun. Aren’t we, girls?” The other three girls voiced their affirmations. “Besides,” Christine said to David, “this is a great way to make new friends.” She winked, and David thought back to when he had heard Stacy talk about “making new friends”. But he couldn’t daydream any more than he could bask; he needed to use all of his attention to keep from peeing himself. Two girls and two boys had joined their group. Stacy said to them, “We put some powder into David’s drink at lunch to make him have to pee really bad, really suddenly, and now we’re keeping him away from the bathroom and watching him freak out. It’s a trick we call ‘watersucker’, and it’s really fun.” “You girls are evil,” one of the new arrivals, a girl, said, impressed. “I know, right?” Stacy said. “Hey David, don’t think about waterfalls.” “I hate you all,” David said. “Psssss. . .” Christine started, and the other three girls surrounding David joined in while they continued to tickle him all over. He was becoming more and more desperate to pee. He tried to squeeze his penis even more tightly with his hands while he continued to cross and tense his thighs, bob up and down on his knees, and sometimes simply bend at the waist. He was practically peeing in his pants, and these four girls seemed to be doing everything they could to make his need worse, and each girl seemed to be feeling two units of pleasure for every unit of David’s distress. The strangers, mercifully, did not take part in tormenting David. They seemed more interested in taking in the situation as a whole: the panicking boy, the gleeful girls. They behaved as David himself would have in their place, and David did not fault them for it. He just wished the girls had released him before the witnesses had appeared. Forget that. He hoped the girls released him now, before he completely soaked his pants in public. The bell rang. The sudden sound made David lose a few drops of pee into his underwear. He tensed his penis from the inside while continuing to squeeze with hands and thighs. He wouldn’t be able to stay dry much longer. Stacy stopped tickling and making pee sounds, and the other girls followed her lead. “You’d better get to class,” Stacy told the two girls from David’s bus stop. She then took one arm out of her backpack, opened a back pocket, took out two envelopes, and handed one to each of the two girls. “These are invitations to a party we’re having on Saturday,” she explained. The two girls each took an envelope and then left the circle. Free at last, David immediately started making his way to the bathroom. He could only take small steps, keeping his thighs close together, and every few steps he had to stop to cross and tense his thighs, or bob down, or bend over. He kept moving, though, and eventually he did make it to the bathroom. He opened the door and made his way to a urinal. He felt himself spurt slightly into his underwear a second time, even though he was still holding his penis as tightly as he could. After that, though, he was somehow able to get his penis out of his pants before the pee started flowing again, and when it did, nothing he could have done would have even slowed it down. Stacy and Christine were still in the hallway when he got out of the bathroom, although the four strangers, as well as the two girls from David’s bus stop, were all gone. “That was beautiful,” Christine said dreamily. “That was scary,” David retorted, feeling rather annoyed. But his annoyance evaporated when he remembered the girls’ triumphant laughter. It was not a condescending laughter, but rather the gleeful laughter of, after some effort, becoming the master of the hour and only of the hour. They were not slavers. They were playmates. “It’s never easy being the victim,” Christine said. “But you looked so cute doing that frantic pee pee dance with that panicked look on your face while you begged us to let you go.” Again, it was great to be appreciated, and now that he was more relaxed he could bask in it. “Here,” Stacy said, handing David an envelope. “Party at our house on Saturday.” David hesitated. He though it would be wise to keep as much distance between himself and these girls as possible. “You don’t have to come to the party if you don’t want,” said Stacy. “But take the invitation. It won’t hurt you. It’s paper, cardboard, and ink. Okay, well, it might give you a papercut if you’re not careful, but other than that it’s harmless. Hurry up, we’re going to be late to class.” Against his better judgment, David took the envelope, and then the three of them walked briskly to their next class.
Chapter 7 When they got to their third period class, most of the desks were taken. The three desks where Stacy, David, and Christine had sat the day before were still available, but David thought it might be a good idea to sit away from the two girls this time. However, before he could find a fourth available desk, Christine had pushed him, playfully but firmly, into the chair he had occupied the previous day. Christine and Stacy then sat down at the desks beside him, and the late bell rang. At that point, David decided it would be better to simply stay where he was than to make a fuss and disrupt the class over something that didn’t really matter that much. He just hoped that he didn’t get watersuckered a third time in two days. Once the three of them had gotten everything they needed for the class out of their backpacks, the two girls again moved their desks right up against David’s. Then Christine put her left hand into David’s underwear and gently caressed his penis with her fingers. “Your underwear’s damp,” she said quietly into his ear. “Did you pee a bit into your clothes? I guess you really did have to go. Stacy was right; that powder really hit you hard. Of course, I don’t imagine it helped to have the four of us tickling you and making pee sounds. You were really at your limit when you finally made it to the bathroom, weren’t you?” The teacher started talking, and Christine moved her face away from David’s ear. She continued, however, to play with his penis with her left hand inside his underwear while she took notes with her right hand. Every so often, Stacy would add her own hand, either by taking a break from her note-taking or by crossing her left hand over her body. It was extremely distracting, but it was also fun, and it was reassuring to know that the two girls had not lost their playfulness. David took what notes he could and hoped that the textbook would be able to fill in any gaps in those notes. Eventually the lecture ended and Christine removed her hand from David’s penis to pack her class materials. Stacy was packing her stuff as well, and David started doing the same. Christine and Stacy left the classroom without glancing back at David, and David decided to give them time to get well away before he himself left the room. Fourth period was uneventful. David found that he was able to take much better notes in that class than he had in third period. David sat in the front row of the school bus on the way home. Christine and Stacy did not. By then, though, David had no objections to spending some time away from them. When he got home, David went to his room, took off his backpack, and took out the envelope Stacy had given him after lunch. He opened it and took out the invitation. It was a fairly typical invitation card that included the date, time, and location of the party, and a number to call if he wished to accept the invitation. There was no mention of any theme for the party. He read the invitation over about six times before putting it and the envelope on his desk and sitting down on his bed. Should he go to the party? He enjoyed being around Christine and Stacy, and their company would probably be even more fun at a party than at school. But sometimes the twins seemed intent on making David’s life difficult, and spending time with people like that seemed like a bad idea. No, that was a misinterpretation of their objective. Yes, some of David’s experiences with the twins had been difficult for David, and yes, the twins had deliberately engineered and prolonged that difficulty, but remembering their facial expressions David found it impossible to think of them as bullies. Watersucker was a game to them. David realized that he actually liked the idea of making a game out of a real-world situation, so long as no one got hurt, and being watersuckered was not exactly painful or damaging. It almost was, but the fact that they picked a situation at the very limit of harmlessness for their game made it that much more exciting. If they had, instead, made a game out of, say, putting necklaces onto people, it would not have had the same thrill because their target would not have cared. The contrast in emotion between the instigator and the victim appealed to David. In fact, David highly approved of their specific choice of prank. He agreed that it fun to watch people desperately trying not to wet themselves. He didn’t particularly enjoy being watersuckered, but neither did the twins. The question was whether David was willing to put up with it, both for the twins’ amusement and so that David would have the opportunity to see other people (the twins themselves as well as whatever “new friends” they might make) get watersuckered, and the answer, David realized, was yes. He truly was one of them, and he would go to their party. He checked with his with parents to make sure it was all right, and then he called Christine and Stacy to let them know. For the rest of the week, Christine and Stacy smiled and said hi whenever they saw David, and their eyes sparkled more than those of David’s other classmates, but other than that the days were like any other school days. Not unpleasant; it was refreshing to have girls smile at him, and being the first week of classes homework was still light; but not particularly notable. While David and the twins waited at the school for the bus to arrive after classes on Friday, Christine asked David, “Are you still coming to our party?” “Yes,” David answered. “Cool!” Christine said. “It’ll be a blast, I promise.” David’s mother dropped him off at the twins’ house on Saturday five minutes after the party start time on the invitation. She made sure he had his cell phone on him so he could call when he was ready to be picked up. Then David got out of the car, went up to the door, and rang the doorbell. Christine answered the door. “David!” she said excitedly, smiling widely and giving him a big hug. “Come on in.” David waved good-bye to his mother, who then drove off, and then David followed Christine inside, closing the door behind him. “David’s here!” Christine called out ahead of them. Stacy came running through a doorway and also excitedly said “David!” and gave David a big hug. Then the two girls led David into the living room. There were two couches and three armchairs set up around the coffee table, which held a large bowl of tortilla chips, two small bowls of dipping sauces, and a stack of paper cups. The rest of the furniture in the room barely registered in David’s mind as Christine and Stacy lead him straight to one of the couches and pushed him down right in the middle. The girls themselves then sat down on either side of David and squeezed up against him as tightly as they could, as though they were trying to make room for five people on a three-person couch, even though there was a second couch available and they were the only three people in the room. “You’re the first one here,” Stacy said to David. She gestured toward the table. “The cups are for later. For now, we’ve got guacamole that we made, in addition to salsa that we got from a jar.” She took a chip and dipped it in the guacamole. “Here, try some,” she said. David opened his mouth to tell her that he didn’t feel comfortable consuming anything that she offered him, but before he could get a word out Stacy had stuck the dipped chip into David’s open mouth. He could have left his mouth open and tried to remove the chip, but that would have been awkward, and he didn’t want to spend the entire party fighting with the twins, so ate the chip that was already in his mouth. Christine picked up another chip, dipped it in the salsa, and said, “Try the salsa too. I know you’ve had it before, but it’s good to refresh your memory so that you can make a good comparison.” David, having just finished the previous chip, opened his mouth again, again had a chip inserted into it, and again decided to go along with his hostesses by eating the chip. Christine then dipped a chip into the guacamole, and Stacy dipped one into the salsa, and each girl ate her own chip. The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Christine said, getting up from the couch, and left the room. A few seconds later, she called out, “It’s Lizzie!” A few seconds after that, Christine and Lizzie, one of the girls from David’s bus stop, entered the living room. “Hey, Lizzie!” Stacy said brightly. “Sit down. Have some chips.” Stacy picked up a chip, dipped it in the guacamole, and ate it. Christine walked over to the coffee table, helped herself to a salsa-dipped chip, and was about to sit back down when the doorbell rang again. “I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving the room again while Lizzie sat down on the second couch. A few seconds later Christine returned to the living room with Jenny, the other girl from David’s bus stop. “Help yourself to some chips,” Christine told Jenny as the two of them sat down, Christine again tightly against David, and Jenny on the other couch with Lizzie. Christine and Stacy each ate a chip dipped in one sauce or the other, and David had one as well, deciding that, if the twins were both eating them, they were probably safe. Jenny and Lizzie, apparently coming to the same conclusion, started having some chips themselves. “We’ve got four more people coming,” Stacy said. “We put a slightly later start time on their invitations than on yours, so we’ve got —” she looked at her watch — “at least five and probably closer to ten minutes before they start getting here. We’re planning to watersucker all four of them at the same time. As long as you don’t drink any soda, we encourage those of you who are here now to shout out ‘Watersucker!’ with Christine and me when the time comes, and I’ll let you know when that is by making eye contact, nodding, and then counting down the seconds with my fingers. We’ll shout the word when I reach zero.” “I don’t think I’ll join in,” David said. He didn’t want to seem mean. Stacy shrugged. “It’s up to you. But don’t warn them. Christine and I have been planning this for several days, and I’d really like it to work. We’re keeping the soda cold in the fridge right now. Once everyone’s here, I’ll bring it into the living room while Christine gives everyone a quick tour of the common areas.” “This is going to be so much fun!” Christine said. David started to daydream about what it would be like to watch four people desperately needing to pee but being kept away from the bathroom and teased by four cute, mischievous girls. Would the victims all be female? All male? Or a mixture? David wasn’t even sure which he would find most exciting. Girls were more interesting, perhaps, but boys might provide some variety. David wasn’t attracted to boys himself, but he enjoyed seeing them interact with girls. A mixture might be best. Three girls and one boy? Or, with all the girls in the room already, might two male and two female victims be more exciting? The doorbell rang once more, and once more Christine went to answer it. She came back with a boy. It was not someone David knew. A second later, though, David realized that he had, in fact, seen the new arrival once before. The stranger had been one of the people who had gathered to watch David the last time David had been watersuckered. One of the four people. David was pretty sure he knew who the rest of the guests would be, and as they came in, one by one, he found that he was correct. Their victims were the same people who had previously been David’s spectators. Two boys and two girls. They were surprised, of course, that David was still hanging out with Christine, Stacy, Jenny, and Lizzie after what they had done to him. When they asked David about it, David told them that he had accepted it as a joke. Once the final guest had had a few chips, Christine asked everyone to follow her for the quick tour Stacy had mentioned earlier. They all went to the kitchen, and then they left Stacy there while Christine showed the rest of them the dining room, the television room, and the bathroom. “That concludes the tour,” Christine said once they had seen the bathroom. “You can head back to the living room. Stacy will have brought soda there by now.” The four intended victims started to do so, but David, Jenny, and Lizzie lingered for a few seconds and watched Christine reach around the bathroom door to the inside doorknob, push the button to lock it, and then bring her hand back outside and close the door until it clicked. She tried the outside doorknob to make sure it was locked, and then she looked at the three of them and winked. They then all followed the others back to the living room. Stacy had indeed returned with two soda bottles, one of black soda and the other of clear soda, which she had put on the coffee table next to the cups. Stacy herself was sitting on one of the couches. The four guests whose names David did not know each poured themselves a cup of one soda or the other, and then sat down and began to drink them. David saw Stacy discreetly check her watch, then motion for David to sit next to her, which he did. Christine sat on David’s other side, and Jenny and Lizzie also picked spots and sat down. All nine of them then began to help themselves to more chips. “Let’s all introduce ourselves,” Christine said. “I’m Christine.” She looked at David. “David,” David said. The others all gave their names. Stacy, Jenny, and Lizzie, David already knew. The remaining girls introduced themselves as Diane and Brooke, the remaining boys as Victor and Kent. They all continued to snack on chips, and the four who were drinking soda would refill their cups whenever they were empty. “I really like the guacamole,” David told Stacy. “Thanks,” Stacy said. Before long, the chips and soda were all gone. “We’ll be right back,” Stacy said, putting the two small bowls and the empty cups into the large bowl and carrying it out of the room. Christine followed her with the two empty soda bottles. They both returned promptly and sat down where they had been right up against David. “So you’re not upset about being kept away from the bathroom when you really had to pee?” Victor asked David. David shrugged. “They’ve done nice things that make up for it. Besides, their enthusiasm is infectious, even when it’s directed against me.” He looked around at everyone, and Christine, Stacy, Jenny, and Lizzie were all smiling mischievously. “See?” David asked. “Who could resist those smiles?” “They actually make me a bit nervous,” Diane said. “They’ll do that,” David said. “Sometimes they’ll make you downright terrified. But the terror will fade long before the memory of the smiles does, and when that happens, that memory will warm your soul.” David felt Stacy’s eyes on him. He looked to her staring straight at him. She nodded, then lifted a hand to chest level and extended three fingers. She curled the fingers in one at a time, and just as she curled in the final one, making a fist, she, Christine, Jenny, and Lizzie all shouted out, “Watersucker!” The word had barely left their lips when Victor, Diane, Brooke, and Kent all sudden grabbed their crotches tightly. Stacy, Christine, Jenny, and Lizzie started laughing triumpantly. “You did it to us?” Diane asked incredulously. “You’re partying with us,” Stacy said, still laughing with the others. “You’re fair game.” The four victims all got up and briskly walked out of the living room, still holding themselves tightly. The four laughing girls and David followed them as they made their way to the bathroom that had been presented during the tour. When they reached it, one of the four desperate students knocked on the closed door, and when no one answered, all four of them tried the doorknob, but it wouldn’t turn. “I locked the door right after the tour,” Christine told them. “You’re not getting out of this that easily.” Led by Christine, the four still-laughing girls formed a semicircle around the group trying to get into the bathroom. Brooke took a pin out of her hair and stuck it into the hole in the doorknob with one hand while squeezing her vulva tightly with the other. Stacy untucked Brooke’s shirt from her pants and started tickling the exposed sides of Brooke’s waist. “Do you have to pee, Brooke?” Stacy asked teasingly. “That powder we put in the soda hit you really hard, didn’t it? You have to pee badly, but you’re locked out of the bathroom and being tickled while you try to get the door open. Will you open it in time? Before the pee starts flowing uncontrollably out of your pussy and into your jeans?” Christine started tickling Kent, and then Jenny and Lizzie started tickling Victor and Diane. Christine, still laughing with the others, said, “Wow, we got you so good. You all look so cute frantically squeezing your dicks and pussies, trying so hard not to piss yourselves before Brooke gets the door open.” “Stop tickling me!” yelled Kent. “I really, really have to pee. Come on, Brooke, hurry up.” “I’m going as fast as I can!” said Brooke. “I have to pee too.” To Stacy, she said, “Stop tickling me. And stop laughing. This isn’t funny; I really, really have to pee!” The four students who needed to pee were starting to dance around, tensing their thighs, crossing and uncrossing their legs, bobbing up and down, repeatedly squeezing and releasing their penises and vulvas with their hands, and panting. It was quite a sight. The four laughing girls continued to tickle them on exposed skin between raised shirt and pants, and also reached under shirts to tickle armpits, tickled exposed necks, and tickled thighs and bums through pants. Brooke was still trying to unlock the door, but she was also trying to get away from Stacy’s fingers and trying not to wet her jeans, and she was having difficulty doing all three things at once. “It looks like it’s getting worse,” Christine teased. “It looks like we’re about to see four cute, embarrassing pee accidents. What’s the matter, Kent? Do you feel like your squeezing isn’t going to be enough to keep the pee from hissing out through your dick into clothes while you stand here desperately hoping for Brooke to hurry up?” She pressed on his bladder briefly, making him gasp. “This isn’t funny!” yelled Kent. “What are you talking about?” Christine asked. “It’s hilarious! Watching you all drink soda that we’ve spiked with our special powder, and then watching you all have to pee really bad, really suddenly, all at the same time, and then watching you run to the bathroom and find it locked, and now watching you frantically try to get the door open while you do four desperate pee pee dances out here in the hallway and we tickle you — It’s just so perfect.” “Pssss...” Stacy started, and the other girls who had been laughing joined in while the four people they were tickling continued to pee pee dance wildly. Brooke finally managed to unlock the door. David heard it pop, and then Brooke turned the doorknob and opened the door. The four people who needed to pee all tried to get into the bathroom at the same time. The door wasn’t wide enough for all four of them, but after a fair bit of pushing and shoving and trying to pull each other out of the way, all four of them made it into the room. The four remaining girls followed them in and resumed laughing, and David decided he might as well go in with them, since everyone else was already in there. Brooke, having been the one to open the door, was the first to make it to the toilet. As she started to undo her pants, Diane pushed her out of the way and then started to undo her own pants. Brooke finished undoing her pants, pushed Diane out of the way, pulled her own pants and underwear down to her knees, sat on the toilet, and started peeing. She exhaled loudly. “Oh my god, that feels so much better,” Brooke said. “Just hurry up!” Diane said urgently, still dancing and holding her vulva with her pants halfway undone. “I have to pee too!” “So do I!” said Kent, crossing his legs and squeezing his penis frantically. “Me too!” said Victor, doing the same. Brooke started to laugh quietly. “You actually do look cute when you badly have to pee and the toilet isn’t available. I’m enjoying watching you dance around while I get to pee in the toilet. It feels really good to finally pee, but it feels even better to do it while watching people who still aren’t able to, even though they’re almost wetting themselves.” “I can’t wait any longer,” Diane said. “I’m going in the bathtub.” She walked over to the bathtub, finished undoing her pants, pulled them and her underwear down to her knees, squatted over the rim, and started peeing. Kent and Victor also walked over to the bathtub, took out their penises, and started peeing into it. “And now you have to expose yourselves to us,” Stacy said, still laughing. “How embarrassing for you!” The three peeing into the bathtub did indeed appear to be embarrassed, and even Brooke now seemed a bit embarrassed. David took a mental snapshot, then headed back to the living room and sat on one of the couches A minute or so later, Brooke joined him in the living room, sitting in one of the armchairs. “That was intense,” she said breathlessly. “No kidding,” said David. “You didn’t have to go through it. Not today, anyway.” “No, but I still found it intense.” Brooke smiled. “Just watching, you mean. It was a pretty good show, which I realized as soon as I was on the toilet. But . . . man, like . . . Do Stacy and Christine do this to everyone?” “They’ve done it to everyone here. I don’t know if they’ve done it to anyone else. I think, before this week, they only ever did it to each other.” “But now they’re doing it to people they’ve just met?” Now it was David’s turn to smile. “I’m sure you remember how you met them.” Brooke smiled again. “Ah. That makes sense. So it was a trap all along.” “You shouldn’t think of it that way. They describe it as ‘making new friends’, and, while it might be an unusual type of friendship, it is still friendship. They like you. They like me. They like each other. They just happen to like playing games that are a little bit . . . intense. Sometimes you’ll be the target. Sometimes you won’t. But, if you want to play, you have to play both ways. I might have been the one watersuckered at this party, and I knew this, but I still came, and I’m glad I did.” At that point the others came back into the living room, sat on the couches and armchairs, and began to talk about what had happened.
Anna has always been a sporty girl. She was 18 years by now and has always been in sports clubs like tennis, football and running. One year ago she started doing weightlifting. So it`s not quiet suprising, that her body has always been in great shape. Anna had blonde long hair, always bound to a firm braid, a really nice face with blue eyes. She was quiet small, same with her breasts. But her butt was a real eye-catcher, a well trained and in perfect shape. Anna was sporty and allways motivated to give her best, but she has never been one of those abitious girls, trying to show everyone that they are the best. Anna was still a real nice and friendly girl, that kind of girl, a best friend should be like. She wasn`t unforgiving or hostile to others. That`s why Anna was really popular at her Gym. Nearly everyone liked her, the trainer, the guy at the bar, even the janitor and every other girl at her team. Well exept vor Jasmin. Jasmin was the only one who really hated her. She was six month older than Anna, and a tall, really smil girl. Jasmin had black long hair and a lightly tanned skin. Even in training she had at least some make up at her face. Jasmin started weightlifting only three month earlier, but always acted, like she could do it much better than Anna. They both had the same weight, so there was a strong competition going on between these girls. But every time Jasmin was a bit better, a bit stronger. So she acted like, there was no competition in beating Anna. She always called her an amateur or weakling. So a few weeks ago, a small junior competition took place at the gym. It wasn`t a big one, some regional competition with only a few contestants. At the 53kg Class, there were only Anna, Jasmin and another girl called Martha. Martha already started at the national competition and was just annas age but something like a veteran. So the only question was, who would made the second place. It was Annas first competition and she was really nervous. Before her first lift, she walked nervously up and down in her tight blue suit, when she met Jasmin behind the small stage. "Ohh, are you nervous, weak little Anna?", Jasmin said with her arrogant smile. "You will loose anyway. Why do you even start?" Anna could feel her hands sweating, she didn`t knew what she could answer. Jasmin was always arrogant and conceited. So Anna just shoke her head and went on towards her first lift. Anna had to snatch the weight of 38kg. She already did that in training. It wasn`t that hard. But she was nervously shaking. She put some chalk on her hands and stepped to the weight. When the ref gave the call, she grabbed it and without problems she could lift it up. It felt like a real relief. It was like a instinct. First she went into squatting position and then she pushed the weight up over her head and stood up. Afterwards she went back behind the stage. "Well done, Anna!", cheered Martha, giving Anna a hug. "I know its your first competition and your doing just well!" "But i`ve got no chance against you, Martha", said Anna smiling. "And we both know, that 38kg isn`t that heavy.." "That`s true, but... It`s a start, isn`t it?", Martha smiled and hugged her again. "Tzz! i just lifted 46kg, so you're done, Anna!", said Jasmin, stepping closer with an evil smile. "You can`t beat me, you amateur.- By the way, your next." To beat Jasmin, Anna had to lift 47kg. It doesn`t appered to be be a lot, but she only weight 52kg herself. Again she felt her hands sweating, when she enterd the stage. There weren`t many people watching, but she still felt nervous. For Anna, the weight to lift was quiet a lot. She still was a rookie and hardly done that in training. When the ref gave the sign, she grabbed the Bar and tried to lift it up. But she went to low into squatting postion and could`nt lift the up the bar. She tried to push herself up, she didn`t wanted to fail. Her face turned red, but she just couldn`t get up. Instead of dropping the weight, she tried with every muscle to push it up. Out of a sudden, she felt her bladder giving up. A few drops of urine just went into her panties. A small warm stream followed and totally soaked her light blue sportpanties. A few droppes trickeld on the floor. Anna quickly dropped the bar to prevent a larger accident and left the stage in a rush. Behind the stage, she quickly checked her crotch. There was a small but visible wet patch on her tight blue suit and her panties felt warm and wet. "Ohh! Not only you`re a weakling... you`re also not housetrained?", Jasmins voice was snooty and her smile was devlish. "Little Anna peed herself! - Look at that! Your Suit is all wet!" Anna couldn`t hold back the tears, that was just too much. Not only she failed and wet herself, now her worst enemy was making jokes about her. "Ohhh what a patsy! First you wet yourself and now you cry like a baby?" Jasmin giggled. "Shut up, Jasmin!" growled Martha from behind. "It can happen to everyone.. And you also failed your last lift, Jasmin. So just shut up." "Well, but i'am still in front and.. .. at least i haven`t peed myself.!", replied Jasmin grinning. "Tzz, but last month you soiled yourself at the gym, didn`t you?" said Martha angrily. Jasmins face turned all red and she stutterd: "T..that wasn`t like ..Like That! i.. uhh.. had some spoiled food and..! You should`nt tell anyone, Martha!" Jasmin turned around and went away humiliated, while Martha turned to Anna and gave her a hug. "You will do it next time. No one will notice your little accident" Anna nodded and went back to stage. Of course nearly everyone had noticed, that she had wet herself, but nobody reacted on it. She went back to the weights and took a deep breath. "this time.." she mumbeld, " this time will do." When the ref gave the sign, she grabbed the bar and again, she went into squatting position. But this time, she made everything right. She liftet the weight over her head and pushed herself up. The small green light turned on. "I did it!", she shouted out and dropped the weight on the floor and went of the stage. Behind the stage, Martha hugged her again. "See, you did it!" Martha smiled. While Martha hugged her, Jasmin was on the stage and failed her next lift. A few seconds later she rushed off the stage with tears in her eyes, snobbing and swearing. "looks like you`re on second place... " said Martha, with a gleefull smile.
Here is a story which I have written recently, hope some of you like it. Anne was a keen netball player at school, playing in the first team and also at County level. When she went on to college at 18, she continued to play in the college league and her friends and social life developed around the girls with whom she played in the college team. Often after matches at the weekend there would be partying and drinking and flirting with boys. One of the things that Anne and some of the other girls in the team had found was that while they were running and jumping around on the netball court, if they were in need of a wee, they would sometimes find that they accidentally wet themselves a bit, which in medical terms is called stress incontinence. The girls in the team were wearing a team strip of maroon coloured polo shirts and short pleated netball skirts, with maroon coloured cotton knickers, white ankle socks and trainers. Often when they came off court at the end of a game several of the girls would have a darker coloured damp patch to their cotton knickers beneath their skirts, where they had wet themselves. If it was only a small amount then, if it was ever noticed by a casual onlooker, this could be put down to perspiration after a hard game. In the changing rooms afterwards the girls would talk openly about this happening, and would laugh amongst themselves about wetting themselves while playing, often not even noticing at the time that it happened. Anne had found the she was beginning to wet herself regularly at almost every game and so had decided to wear a thin panty liner while playing, to hide the fact and avoid any embarrassment. At one of the weekend parties Anne had met a boy, Alex, and after a while they had begun dating. Several months passed and, although they both took things slowly, as they really got to know each other the relation became more serious and they fell in love. Alex came to quite a few netball matches to cheer the team on and then went on to the after match parties with the girls and their friends and partners. He soon began to overhear some of the girls, when they had had a few drinks, talking about the fact that they would sometimes wet themselves while playing. If there was a queue at the toilets later in the evening, after a few drinks there would even be a few bawdy comments by some of the girls along the lines of ‘ …Oh I can’t be bothered waiting, I might as well just wet myself again like I did in the game!’ followed by gales of laughter. Later when they were together Alex asked Anne about the comments he had heard and she told him all about the girls who sometimes would accidentally wet themselves while they were playing netball. Alex was quite turned on by this, and Anne went on to tell him that it now happened to her quite often, and she had started to wear a panty liner while she was playing as a result. Anne noticed that the whole conversation had seemed to get Alex really turned on, so she asked him why. He then said that he had a secret sexual fantasy which he had never shared with anyone else, and asked that she promise not to laugh when he told her. He thought for a few moments and then said that in his fantasy he imagined being with a girl who became desperate for a wee and, after holding on for as long as possible, couldn’t help but wet her knickers while she was with him. Surprisingly there was no thunderbolt from the heavens after he disclosed this fantasy, and Anne wasn’t bothered by it at all. The following week he was invited around to Anne’s house, just the two of them for a quiet meal and a few drinks. After a while they were getting quite passionate, and Anne asked if Alex would like her to dress up in her netball strip, since Alex thought that Anne looked really sexy in her polo shirt, short pleated skirt and ankle socks. When she came down Alex’s heart nearly stopped, Anne looked so gorgeous. While they carried on drinking Anne began flirting with Alex, striking sexy poses and flashing her knickers under her short skirt and laughing. Anne then began to look mysteriously at Alex, and said ‘What would you say if I told you I was getting really desperate for a wee, and I really should go to the bathroom?’ Alex thought for a moment and then responded ‘I don’t want you to go to the bathroom yet, I want you to hold on.’ Anne smiled and carried on dancing around in front of Alex for a few more minutes, but then crossed her legs and began jigging around. ‘Right now I'm absolutely bursting to have a wee,' is all she says, 'I really am going to wet myself in a minute if I don’t go to the bathroom.' Alex’s legs are trembling, and he says ‘ I don’t want you to go to the bathroom just yet.’ Anne looked deeply into Alex’s eyes and said ‘ If I can’t go to the bathroom and I am desperate for a wee and can’t hold on any longer, do you mean that you want me to wet my knickers,’ Alex looked at her ‘I do want you to wet yourself now, like you do sometimes when playing netball.’ ‘Or like I did when I was a little girl?’ said Anne. Anne crossed her legs and held herself with her hand, ‘Oh I’m nearly doing it, I really can’t wait much longer.’ Then she walked over and sat on Alex’s knee, with her arms around his shoulders. ‘It’s easier to hold it when I’m sitting down’ she said, ‘But I am going to wet myself any minute if you really want me too, I can’t wait much longer.’ ‘I do want you to’ said Alex. Anne gave a short cry and thrust her hand between her legs. There was the tiniest hint of a darkness that is even darker than the maroon colour of her knickers spreading over the material in between her legs. She pulled her knees together and then apart as far as they will go once, twice, three times, and the dark patch of dampness began to glisten and spread. ‘Oh heavens, I can’t hold on, I’m wetting my knickers,’ she said. The wetness slowly spread, soaking her knickers and Alex’s trousers as Anne began to let go her full bladder, as she wet her netball knickers and skirt sitting on Alex’s Knee. By now they were both so horny that they had to finish the evening by making passionate love, and then soaking in a hot bath together..
I wrote this on the spur of the moment. I'll probably do some revision soon. Comments encouraged!++++++++++++++++++++She told me I'm too goody-goody in the bedroom. Most of the time she wants a gentleman but once in a blue moon she's in the mood for something else."I want you to hurt and humiliate me and we'll have fun!" were her exact words. She elaborated with a list of things like dog collars and horse whips but my fantasies were headed in a different direction.I came up with a naughty plan but didn't tell her the whole thing at once. I said we'd carry on like it was a normal day but she had to follow my rules. She didn't know where things were going but she was ready to play along.I told her to change into something nice with a short skirt and we'd go out."The first rule is you have to swallow anything I tell you to." I demonstrated by taking out a juice box and inserting the straw between her shapely smiling lips. "You can nullify this and all other rules by telling me the safeword," I added as she sucked on fruit juice.She took the straw out of her mouth long enough to ask one question. "Do you pick it or do I?"She choked with laughter when I said the safeword was "burst."We needed groceries so that was the first thing we did. I promised her things would get more interesting. She was perky and optimistic.When we carried the bags to the car I made her stop to perform a favor. I took a water bottle out of the plastic and pointed it at her mouth."Swallow."She looked annoyed but unscrewed the cap and started drinking."Faster!" I said. I got a kick out of watching the muscles in her neck work as she glugged it down. When she finished she was struck with a look of embarrassment. Some people were staring at us."Another!" I commanded. I was gonna make sure more people stared. "Drink this one like you're dying of thirst." I took off the cap and physically stuck the neck of the bottle into her face. She drew back a bit then eagerly wrapped her lips around the plastic. She made exaggerated sounds of quenched thirst as she drank the water so quickly and sloppily that some of it ran down her neck and made her top wet."Good girl!" We continued to the van.At home she started walking to the bathroom before the groceries were put away. I grabbed her wrist."Uh-uh-uh!" I scolded. "That's the second rule. No going to the bathroom without asking me for permission.""Can I have permission?""Not yet."After we'd put away the groceries she asked again."No," I answered again."How do I get permission?""You'll find out."She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss."Good girl! You can't go to the bathroom though."Her enthusiasm was waning but she perked up again when I said we should go on a romantic picnic. She wasn't hungry yet so I suggested we take a long walk to work up an appetite.I used the bathroom before we left. She just stood outside the door with her arms crossed.We selected a picnic site and packed everything up and took to the bike trail. I spotted the bathrooms before she did."I know what you want," I said and I motioned to the silhouette of the woman in the dress."Yes I want it," she said."Do you really need to?""I do.""Then you need to ask.""Can I go to the bathroom?""That's poor grammar.""May I go to the bathroom?""Still not right.""May I please have permission to go to the bathroom?""No." I had something else in mind. I took hold of her hand and led her to the drinking fountain. She started to struggle when she noticed where we were headed. "You have to swallow," I reminded."Really?""That's the rule. If you're sick of funny rules you know what to say.""No I won't use the safeword. I want to see how this plays out even if it's no good."Once she relented I was able to bend her knees and press her head down to where her mouth could receive the stream of water. I turned the knob and made sure she got a nice long drink."People are looking," she whispered accusingly when I released her. She used her wrist to wipe away the water that was running down her chin. "They think you're hurting me or something.""Then explain it," I whispered back. "Try to sound frisky.""Don't mind us," she said to the elderly couple who were walking by. "We're just playing.""That was nice," I said. "You got the flirtatious sound without laying the sexiness on too thick.""Now may I have permission?""Not yet."Before long we were at the picnic spot. We were both pretty hungry by then but she had a more urgent need. I could tell by the way she was skipping and hopping around as we set down the blanket and got the food ready."What do I have to do to go to the bathroom?""I'll tell you later. Try not to ask so often.""It's hard not to!""Don't get testy."We sat on the blanket. She fidgeted a little but got comfortable and seemed to forget her need. We had a nice dinner and didn't talk about bathrooms. I was sure to remind her before we packed up."Do you want more to drink?""No.""But you'll drink it anyway. Watch while I pour."She snapped her legs together and shuddered as she watched the thin stream of yellow liquid slowly flow into the clear plastic cup."Those are such nice liquid sounds," I teased. "Wouldn't it be great to hear that happening under you while that shapely bottom of yours was perched on the comfortable horseshoe seat of a public toilet?""What do you want me to do?" she asked in a desperate tone. "I'll do anything. Not literally anything but..." she trailed off as she shifted into a different sitting position."I won't let you use the bathroom here but you may use the one at home.""That's a long walk," she complained as she uneasily stood up."What's the matter? Think you'll have an accident?""No.""Did you already have an accident?""No!""Why don't I check?" I only brushed her leg but she jerked away forcefully."No!" she repeated in a more playful way."I bet the seat of your panties is all wet.""No!""Then show me."We ran around a bit and once more attracted attention to ourselves. I brought the chase to a stop by saying "I can make you drink the rest of the lemonade.""No! There's most of a liter bottle left!""Show me your panties or I'll make you swallow every drop."She spun around and flipped up her skirt and her white cotton underwear caught the bright summer sunlight."See?"When the skirt fell and she stood up straight again she noticed a woman with two little kids was looking at us wide-eyed."Sorry! I got a little too frisky.""Good girl!" I said to my red-faced sweetheart."This is no good!" she said in a not so frisky voice as we were walking back home."What did you want?""Something kinky.""That's what this is.""This isn't what I asked for.""You asked me to hurt you.""Yes!""Well doesn't it hurt?" I asked as I motioned to her crotch."Yes but that's not it.""You also asked me to humiliate you.""Exactly!""But aren't you humiliated? You've made a few scenes in public.""Yes but it's not kinky.""I think it is. I'll tell you one thing I'm having fun." That was about when we passed the other set of bathrooms."What do I have to do to go to the bathroom? Flash my panties again?""No.""If we go over into the woods I'll flash my breasts.""I still won't let you use that bathroom.""I'll flash everything! I'll take off my panties. I'll bend over a tree trunk. You can go to town! Just please let my go to the bathroom!" She accentuated the end of the sentence by stamping her foot like a child throwing a tantrum. It was a natural motion because her legs had been jumping and dancing around a lot lately."You'll use the bathroom at home.""That's such a long way to walk!""We'll take a shortcut."The shortcut took us to a babbling brook."You jerk! You're doing this on purpose!""Of course.""Where's the bridge?""We can step over this creek.""You've gotta be kidding me!""Just a hop.""I don't think I can do it." Her legs were plastered together and she was rocking from side to side."Then I know what to do." I put the bags down and walked to her."What are..." she stopped saying words and let out a shrill squeal instead as I hoisted her up off the ground."Are you all right?" I asked the woman in my arms."Yes.""Still dry?""Yes! Just carry me across the creek already!"I did and then I crossed over again and back for the bags. She had her hands over her ears."Can't stand the sound of flowing water?" I asked as I took her hands by the wrists."You're touching me so much today," she said. I was starting to feel like I'd gone too far but then she took my hands and pulled me close to her. "Don't stop." I could feel her squirm uncomfortably as we hugged."It's not that far to get home," I said. "I'll race you! We'll each take one bag and if you get home before me the rules are all null and void.""If you get home before me?""Then you'll need permission to enter the house."She didn't stop to think about it. She just ran. I've never seen those legs work so hard. But my legs are longer and stronger. I was waiting on the back porch as she trotted up panting and shaking."You must be parched. Have some more lemonade."She didn't fight it but she wouldn't put her hands on the bottle. I fed her like a baby as she laid on her side."That's enough," she said after swallowing about a quart and standing up."No it's not!" I grabbed her around the waist and made her sit on my lap on the steps."If I have an accident it's gonna go on you," she pointed out."That's a risk I'm willing to take," I said as I inserted the neck of the bottle into her mouth.This time she was the one who noticed we were being watched. As I lowered the empty bottle she hollered "We're just being lovey-dovey!" to our neighbors across the street."Good girl!""May I use the bathroom in the house?""Not yet.""How do I earn permission?""Keep being lovey-dovey."I sat on the porch swing and invited her to take a seat next to me. She sat down and leaned over and practically melted to my body. She kissed me all over my head and neck and ran her arms up and down my body. I've never seen (or felt) her so lively before. Her legs were kicking in the air."Good girl!" I said when she slowed down and put one hand between her legs. "You have permission to enter the bathroom."She shrieked in delight."You may use the toilet once you perform one final act.""No! What? Oh whatever let's just go inside." She ran in place as I took out my keys and unlocked the door. She ran to the bathroom and waited inside. She had an urgent look in her eyes as she stared at the toilet without a word."What do I have to do?" she asked as I came in with some old towels. I covered the floor in case of an accident."You can use the toilet after I do.""That's all?""But you have to watch. Get down on your hands and knees. There's a good girl."She was on one side of the toilet staring at the bowl she desperately wished she was on top of. I stood on the other side. I felt a little silly about what I'd planned but I still followed through. I unzipped my fly and opened the seam in my boxers. The look on her face when I pulled out my manhood assuaged my embarrassment."I've gone too long without seeing that," she said."The toilet?" I asked with a smile."I meant your penis but that's true too." She changed her position so she was sitting with her legs crossed and both her hands pressed between her thighs. "I've got a feeling between my legs that's killing me and I don't know how much of that is one thing and how much is the other.""Good girl!""I'm not just saying that you know.""Get back in your stance. Your legs have to be apart and your hands have to be on the floor." She obeyed."Good girl," I said again as I began relieving myself. I'd had a long wait too. I didn't mean to make a sound but I exhaled loudly as the pressure in my bladder dropped.I heard other sounds that weren't coming from me. My lover squeaked and then whimpered softly. Those sad longing eyes were focused on the jet of liquid I was emitting with such pleasure. It hissed against the side of the bowl and made deep rumbling liquid noises as it turned the water yellow and foamy.I managed to stop moaning but she started. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she let out this long pained sound. All four of her limbs trembled. My stream kept going strong. She had a while to wait."You can always say it" I reminded."I've waited too long to quit," she said in a voice somewhere between a sob and a whimper. "Keep going."I did and boy did it feel good. It was just winding down when she made me jump."It's coming out!" she screamed. There were a few drops on the towel below.I was so startled I lost control of my direction and made some drops of my own. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face."Good girl! Still in position." My bladder had attained a comfortable feeling of near-emptiness so I cut off my stream. "You're such a good girl you have permission to pee in the toilet!"Before the sentence was over she was sliding her panties down her thighs. There was a dark yellow spot shaped like a figure eight but the rest of the cotton was white and dry. I offered my hand and she took it. I pulled her off the floor as she glued her thighs back together and thrust her other hand in for good measure.A golden drop was hanging off one of her knees at the end of a long liquid trail. More spots had appeared on the towel and new ones were showing up by the second. When she neared a standing position I saw two more drops slide down from behind her hand. The flesh was white she was applying so much pressure but something was still leaking through.Between her efforts and mine we managed to get that pert little bottom of hers onto the toilet seat. I put my penis away and zipped up.She moaned again and the volume and feeling were now multiplied by ten. But even the pleasureful sounds coming out of her lungs couldn't muffle the liquid sounds coming out of her bladder. She went at that toilet bowl like a sandblaster. The hissing was intense. So was the roar of the urine rushing into the toilet water. It was like the rapids of a wild river.Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She had an expression of utter pleasure that I've never seen on her face. Not in such good lighting at least.Once her moaning abated she opened her eyes and noticed the extreme interest I was taking in her body and the liquid flowing from it. She spread her legs wide and scooted back so I could take in the view. I've fired urine off that forcefully a few times in my life but I never thought I'd see that kind of pressure from a woman. It was like a raging golden waterfall."Oh God! I thought my bladder was going to burst inside me!" she said as her stream slowed. I was staring at our combined output. I've never seen toilet water so yellow."Thanks for not saying 'burst' before we were done. I'm sorry I made you suffer for my gratification.""Are you kidding? I loved every minute!""That's impossible!""I was acting...to some extent. Thanks for the lovely day.""It was a lovely day," I concurred."It'll be a lovely night too if you're in the mood."
I wrote this on the spur of the moment. I'll robably do some revision soon. Comments encouraged!++++++++++++++++++++I had a vague feeling that something wasn't right.It was the high school I came to every weekday. It was a classroom I came to every Monday and Wednesday and every other Friday. It was nearing the end of class on Friday. I could see cars pulling into the parking lot out the window, driven by parents coming to pick up their kids.At the front of the room was Miss Lassen, my usual teacher. She was speaking with her usual mixture of friendliness and sternness. She had been walking back and forth from her desk to the dry-erase board as she went over the lesson, as usual. At the moment she had stopped to look at me."Is something wrong, Levi?"I was the second student in Row 2, so I was easy to spot from where she was standing. Rows 1 and 2 were all boys. On the other side of the divider were Rows 3 and 4, which were all girls. Miss Lassen could see everything from the front. No doubt she'd noticed me glancing around, looking confused.I didn't know how to answer her question. It felt like something was wrong, but everything around me seemed like it should usually be. Inside I also felt like I should. I wasn't dizzy, sick, or anything like that. I had to pee, but that was to be expected."No," I finally said."Then please stop looking around and open your book to Page 46."I looked at the table in front of my seat. There was an apricot-colored hard-bound textbook. I must have spent a lot of time looking at it, but it seemed strangely unfamiliar. "Potty Training for Boys and Girls," the cover read.The teacher called on Ashley to read the next part of the text. I could only see her silhouette through the frosted glass between Row 2 and Row 3, but I heard her speak loudly and clearly like the model student she was."Before you pee in the toilet you need to get your clothes out of the way so you don't get them wet. First you pull your pants down. If you have a zipper you'll need to unzip it. Belts and overalls can make things tricky.""We're going to stop there," Miss Lassen said. "I can see all of you followed the assignment and dressed appropriately. We'll discuss belts once you all know how to handle your pants." Then she called on Kyle, who had his hand raised."Can't we pee through our unzipped flies?""You're jumping ahead of the material, but, yes, boys can pee standing up. At this stage you'll all be sitting down. Once you can do that without any problems, we'll talk about other options. Levi, will you read from the second column of Page 47?"I wished she hadn't called on me. I felt weird, like I didn't belong in this class, even though I knew I did. I paused absent-mindedly for a moment, then began reading."If you're wearing a belt you'll need to unbuckle it to pull your pants down. Before you even...""Levi," Miss Lassen said sharply. I stopped reading. "I instructed you to read from the second column of Page 47," she explained, "not the first."There were some giggles from around the room. Why was I doing so badly? I was usually on task."Next you pull down your underpants," I read. "Now there's nothing to get in the way of your pee when it comes out.""Thank you, Levi. The textbook doesn't mention this, but it's a good idea to keep your pants and underpants fairly high up on your legs. You don't want them touching the bathroom floor if you can help it. Now, I want everyone to follow these steps, but don't start peeing. If I hear any tinkling from your seat I'll take off points."With those words said, all the students stood up from their toilets, lifted the lids (as we'd been taught earlier), pulled their pants and underpants down past their private parts, and sat down on their toilet seats.I followed the directions too slowly. For some reason I felt like I shouldn't be doing this in class. My hands fumbled with uncertainty and my face burned with embarrassment."Are you having trouble, Levi?" Miss Lassen asked."No," I said as I unbuttoned my fly. She kept watching to make sure I did the rest correctly. I started to pull my tighty-whities down.My heart raced. I didn't want to expose all this to my teacher and the rest of the class. I glanced around nervously. All the other boys had their pants and underpants down and were sitting on their toilets, and the silhouettes of the girls were doing the same. Some were looking at the books on the tables in front of them, some were looking at the board, and some were looking at Miss Lassen, but a lot of them were looking at me. I could tell I was blushing like crazy. Why did I have so much trouble with this? It was a natural part of my potty training class, and I was sure I'd done it before."We're not moving to the next step until everyone's following this step correctly," the teacher said impatiently,I looked back down. With a hand on either side of my waistband, I inched my underwear down my legs. I looked so hairy down there. Small, too. I didn't want to show it all off. I had to, though. I'd hate to fail a class because I was too easily embarrassed. When my penis was fully exposed, I sat down on my toilet seat. I instantly folded my hands over my lap."Sit up straight," said the teacher. She was still focusing on me. "If you don't remember correct toilet posture, the board will help you," she said to the class. There was indeed a diagram on the dry-erase board showing front and side views of a stick figure seated on a toilet. Miss Lassen went around looking at everyone's posture. She corrected a few students, using her hands to guide their bodies into the right position. This still felt inappropriate, but why would it be? How else would a teacher teach us to use the toilet?It wasn't really fair for a girl to read the next part of the book, but the teacher called on Bettany, and she obeyed."A girl can just sit on the toilet and let go of her pee," the student began. "A boy has a penis. It has to point down into the toilet before he starts peeing. If you're a boy, you need to use your hand to point your penis down and hold it there until you're done peeing.""Thank you, Bettany," the teacher said. "Usually you only need one finger to point your penis," she added.Hearing Miss Lassen's voice say the word "penis" seemed oddly incongruous. She must say it all the time in this class, though. Why would it be unfamiliar to my ears?"Now, I want all of you boys to put your penises in position," she continued. After waiting a moment, she asked, "Is everybody ready?"There were no objections. My body was prepared, but I didn't feel ready. I didn't speak up, though."Now, class, begin peeing."The room was filled with sounds of liquid hitting liquid as a dozen high school boys and a dozen high school girls emptied their bladders into their assigned toilets. Through the din, Miss Lassen could still notice I wasn't doing what I was told."Levi," didn't you come to class with a full bladder?""Yes, I did," I replied honestly. It was so full it felt pretty uncomfortable, but part of me wanted to keep it shut tightly."Then why aren't you peeing as instructed?"I didn't know how to answer."You haven't been on task at all during class, but I can still give you a C in today's lesson if you start peeing right now."I took a deep breath, let it out, and relaxed my body. It didn't work. I wanted to pee but something was holding me back."Levi, this is your last chance for a passing grade in this potty training lesson."I took a deeper breath and tried to clear my mind of all the people around me and all the emptions inside me. This time it worked. I smiled as I felt the pee running through the inside of my penis and leaving my body.I expected Miss Lassen to congratulate me, or at least acknowledge that I was peeing. Instead she just said my name."Levi. Levi. Levi! Wake up!"I lifted my head from the table. The dream drained from my brain as the pee drained from my bladder.Miss Lassen was standing next to me, like I thought, but a few things were different. I was in the same classroom, but it was empty except for me and the teacher. I must have slept through the final bell. I was in my last class of the week, like I thought. It wasn't potty training, of course. It was world history. I'd been up late the night before finishing the big essay. I remembered relaxing after that was safely turned in. I must have relaxed too much and dozed off.A stab of embarrassment suddenly hit me. If this was world history and not potty training, and I was sitting on a regular chair and not a toilet, I shouldn't be peeing.I was, though. A warm wet patch was spreading out from my crotch. With each second, more of my light grey jeans turned dark and shiny. I clamped my legs together and tried to turn off the flow. All that did was disturb the yellow puddle on my seat, making it spill onto the black and white tiles of the floor.I looked up at Miss Lassen, expecting her to yell at me for doing something that should have been beneath any high school senior such as myself. In fact, it was beneath a kindergartner."Are you feeling all right?" she asked softly. It was the voice of true concern."Yes. It was just...a dream...I...""If you're not sick, I'm going to leave you alone for a moment while I get paper towels. Don't move around. You can dry off your pants and I'll bring the custodian in once you've left."I was stunned. I didn't know what to say."Don't worry," she said with a friendly smile, "I won't tell them whose desk they're cleaning.""I'm sorry," I said. "I mean, I am really sorry I did that!""It happens," she said with a shrug. Then she went on her way, closing the door behind her so no one in the hall could see my humiliating accident.I'll always be grateful for how Miss Lassen handled my mishap that day. Best teacher in the school!
I am not a native speaker, but i still hope the story is worth reading. I don't know if part I made it into that forum, so these are part 2-4. If part 1 appeared somewhere in the forum , a friendly and helpful admin may put these threads together? - Thanks! Part 2 A few month after that small accident at the gym and a few weeks after her last exams, Laura was looking forward to meet with her friends. This evening she wanted to meet her good friends Miriam and Johnny, to watch a film in the city's cinema. Miriam and Anna were a bit nerdy when it comes to films and movies. They both were big Tolkien fans and so they wanted to see the film The Hobbit. Its been a while and “The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey” premiered just a few days before. So the girls were really exited. And Johnny...? Well Johnny never cared about anything too much. Not even about the fact, that his name wasn't Johnny after all, but he didn't liked the name Ephraim and so he called himself Johnny. He was a guy with a real rebel attitude. He was a bit small but sturdy guy. He had radically short hair and a really rakish stile. He had that kind of dark jewish humor and a really big mouth. Anna knew him since they both were small, even since then he was always up for some trouble. When Anna had asked him, he just nodded and said “' Got nothing else to do..! I will come with you” Before they wanted to meet each other at Miriam' s home, Anna was working out at the gym. She arrived a bit too late and all sweaty in her sport outfit. When Miriam opened the door she wrinkled her nose and moaned, “Uhh Anna! Are your serious? You will not go to the cinema in your sweaty sport pants, will you?!” “Shut up Miriam! I will hit your shower and got some spare clothes with me. Is Johnny here already?”, Anna replied angrily. “Johnny? On Time? - Like he would care.” Miriam rolled her eyes. So Anna head for the shower and took off her sweaty stuff. Anna enjoyed along warm shower. When she finished the shower, she dried herself off, did some quick make up and grabbed a fresh, black sports bra and pulled on a pair of tight pink boy-shorts, that perfectly fit her nice ass. Just wearing her underwear and a drying her hair with a towel,when she went back into the living room. “Miriam? When do you want to leave?” , she called for her friend. “ Hey, never expected you to wear pink panties! It fits you well, Anna!”, said a rough manly voice. “WHAT THE!?”, Anna shrieked in shock and tried to cover her body with the towel, “JOHNNY! LOOK AWAY- YOU JERK!” But Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, just smiled and said; “Why should I? The view is quiet delightful!” “Look Away or I will beat you up, Johnny!”, Anna growled and picked up her tight jeans. She quickly pulled up the light blue, skintight jeans. She really had too pull strongly and jumped up and down, hardly getting the tight jeans over her butt. Johnny was just sitting on the couch and watched her it with a kinky smile. “ Nice Ass, Anna! Never noticed that!” “ And I never noticed, that you're such a dick!”, Anna replied and tried to stay angry. But she felt some kind of flattered. She always liked Johnny and it wasn't a bad feeling to earn some aroused views. And for some reason, she was a bit turned on by that stupid guy. So she quickly started to giggle and posed a bit for him, shaking her ass and giving herself a light slap on the cheek. She slowly slipped into a black t-shirt, squeezed her little tits and giggled. Her skinny jeans were so tight, that even a sexy pantyline was showing. “By the way... where is Miriam?” Anna asked; “Is she gone already?” “Näh! She's in her room.. Doing make up and something like that..” Johnny smiled, “Guess it will take a while, you know her.” And it really took ages... When Miriam was finally ready, they were already running late. So they jumped into the car and Johnny rushed to the cinema. “Hurry up! We need the tickets! They will sell our preordered ones, when we're too late.” Miriam hurried. “You were the one taking soo long!”, Anna grumbled ; “And I need a toilet first” “We got no time for that, or do you wanna miss the film, cause of your tiny bladder?” Miriam answered in an annoyed mood and Anna didn't want to start a fight. So they quickly bought her tickets, some soft drinks and snacks and went into the hall. It was really full and they had luck to find a the last three seats in the middle. Anna and Miriam were really exited, they really where huge fans. During the first one and a half hour, Anna nearly forgot her urge to pee. But when the last half hour went on, she really had to go. She crossed her legs and pressed her knees together. After a few minutes the urge was getting stronger and her nice butt was rocking back and forth in the seat. After another few minutes she couldn't even sit still anymore. “Oi, Anna..” Johnny bent over to her and whispered in a concerned voice; “Is everything okay?” “No... I... I really have to pee”, she answered silently and her face turned slightly red; “ I mean... I' am really bursting..” “Are you kidding? So go to the toilet, Silly.” Johnny shook his head in disbelief. “No Way! I don't wanna miss the final scene. I mean... It's the Hobbit, right? I will go after the film.. I can hold it that long”, Anna replied. Johnny just smiled and watched her, while she was rocking back and forth in her seat and obviously hold her hand on her crotch. When the film was finally over, Anna hurried to the girls toilet. She expected a line, but just found a large red sign “OUT OF ORDER” “Whats wrong, Anna? Need a pee?”, giggled Miriam gleeful; “Strong Anna with a weak bladder?” “Shut up, Miriam... I'm nearly bursting right now!” Anna replied in desperation, “Can we hurry, Please!?” “Hrm? Oh Sorry.. I am going to meet Michael outside.. But may Johnny can bring you home?”, Said Miriam and left them, to meet her stupid boyfriend. “what a bitch...”, thought Anna. “Sure.. let's hurry, Anna..” Johnny looked at her pitying, “ Can you make it?” “I.. hope so!” Anna didn't seem too confident about it, but they hurried towards the car. But after they left the cinema, crossed the main road and entered a side street, every step became a torture for Anna. Out of a sudden, she felt a few hot drops of urine trickled into her panties. She just stopped and her eyes opened in shock, when she felt the growing warm wetness inside her panties. “Urgs Sh..it!”, she gasped, her face turned red and tears filled her eyes; “Johnny..! Wait ..!” Johnny turned around and watched her with a mixture of concern and arousal, “Anna? Everything all right? “ “No its not! I... I... “ her voice was shaking; “I.. can't hold it any longer!” He looked down at her crotch. Anna couldn't hold it back any more and a huge spurt escaped into her panties, soaking them and forming an embarrassing wet patch on her light blue tight jeans. “Ohh...Noo!”, she cried out, when her bladder finally gave up. Within seconds, the dark wet patch was growing on her crotch and expanding towards her legs and up to her nice ass. For a few seconds, a real river was running down her slim legs and forming a puddle between her sneakers. “Well... that... was.. really hot.” Johnny seemed a bit confused, while he watched her in disbelief. “Hot..? I.. I just wet myself!” Anna replied and started to cry. But then Johnny grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him, giving her an hot kiss right on her tasty lips. She has known him for years! In the hole time, they were just best friends.. and without a warning, he just kissed her. He kissed her and it felt soo good and simply right. She felt is rough hands on her wet ass, squeezing her tightly. She laid her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. For a few seconds, she felt only his strong hands on her but and his lips on her own lips. But then he released her from his hold. “ I should bring you home... or you`ll catch a cold.” he said with a lovely smile. “y..Yeah .. Your right, I guess..” Anna nodded. At the car, Johnny laid a plastic bag over Anna's seat and brought her home safely. Anna turned towards him, bent over and kissed him again and said, “You know... You can come upstairs into my room, if you like.. And stay overnight. “ Part 3 A few weeks later Johnny became her first real boyfriend. A he was quiet good one, much better than anyone would have expected. Caring, gently and protecting. He always made her laugh, when she was upset and never failed to make her feel good. So even after a few weeks she nearly moved into his flat. Most days of the week, she spend with him. She generously ignored the chaos, the football banners and even developed some sympathies with his old school punk music. Johnny was sitting on his bed, a laptop on his belly, hammering something into the keyboard, when she arrived after a hard workout at the gym. She wore some green workout tights and an old, worn gray hoodie on her chest. Her hair and her body where all sweaty when she arrived. Johnny looked up and smiled,“Hey Honey! Why do you never shower at the gym?” “Tzz! I do... Sometimes! But I jogged the whole way back..!”, she replied pertly, “And guys like you shouldn't talk about smell, you know?”Then she smiled and walked towards the bed, bending over it and giving him kiss. “What you're doing there anyhow? Beating up your Laptop?” “No, I am writing an essay for the universities qualification...”, he replied and tried to concentrate on his work, “I really need to get this done..” “Ohh soo you won't need no distraction, right?” she smiled naughty and took of her hoodie; “'cause you had to do something, right..?” She bent over again and squeezed her nice small tits in her tight black sports bra, moaning a bit. He looked up and bit his lip, watching her move her body, glittering with sweat. “I really need to get this done, Honey...” he grumbled, but couldn't get his eyes of her. She smiled wickedly and said “Ohh I dropped something!” Then she bend over and stick out her nice little butt, the visible pantyline reveled that she was wearing some cheeksters underneath her tight green sportpants. Then she went back to the bed, bend over it and said, “Do you want something of these..?”, while she gave her left cheek a slight slap. “Uhh..Yes.. I really want to..” said Johnny now totally distracted. “ Too bad you won't get it!” Anna said and jumped back from the bed, “Got Ya!” While Johnny grumbled and shook his head in disbelief, she just went out of the room, but not without moving her hips as sexy she could. After that she head for the bathroom. She drank a lot during her workout and really needed to go, besides a shower was necessary. When she took the doorknob to enter the bathroom, she felt a strong hand grabbing her hips and pushing her towards the wall.” I thought you got something to do?”, she said with an wicked smile,” And I told you, that you wont get nothing” “I Know... And that's really bad! You're such a villain. Using your powers for the evil..”, he replied with an evil grin. “So what?”, she smiled superior. But than he pushed his thumbs into her hips, in a circular motion he moved them downwards, slightly rubbing her bladder. “Uhh Don't!”, she gasped in a mixture of desperation and pleasure:” I.. really need to go...” “ I know.. but villains like you, need to be punished, right?” he smiled and just went on rubbing his thumbs against her bladder. She tried to push him off, but the felt so powerless. That pleasure was overwhelming. She didn't wanted to piss herself and tried to prevent it, but then the first spurt of warm urine went into her panties. She bit her lip and moaned loudly. Then another, bigger spurt soaked her panties completely and formed a small dark patch on her crotch. “looks like the evil villain couldn't hold herself anymore, hmm?”he said amused. Then a full stream was running down her tights, soaking them completely. The piss was dripping on her running shoes, the floor and his bare feed. He grabbed her by her hips, lift her up and carried her into the bathroom. With a heavy breathing he watched her last spurts running down her soaked green sport tights. He grabbed her shoulder and bend her over the edge of the bathtub. After pulling down her wet tights and soaked black cheekers, he pushed himself inside her. She moaned in full pleasure, when he done her from behind. It was a quick but intense one. They both came contemporaneous. When he was done, he took a towel to clean himself up, while Anna dropped to the floor totally exhausted. He just smiled, went to one knee and gave her a quick kiss before he left her on the floor. She never felt that kind of exhaustion after her workouts... And she really needed a shower right now... Part 4 Johnny looked into the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” he lifted his eyebrow and looked suspiciously towards Anna; “You're not serious, are you?” He looked back into the mirror. He was wearing a white linen cloth shirt and a old fashioned dark red vest, some matching Knickerbocker-like pants. His shoes looked like giant feed with some brown fur on top of it. “So... I am a Hobbit?” he was shocked by his own look, “You made me go to a fucking nerdy comic convention... Dressed like a hobbit?” “You agreed to come with me!” she explained with an large grin on her face, “ And I told you, that we would dress up.. So take this wig. There are no bald Hobbits in the shire.” “there are no tattooed ones ether, are they?” He lifted his right arm, where a big tattoo was showing, the emblem of the football club Ajax Amsterdam; “So I will be the first skinhead-Hobbit in fucking Mordor.” “They live in the Shire...! No Hobbit would live in Mordor.. that's where Sauron is..!” She explained to him, like it was a totally normal and serious matter of fact. “Well.. But why do I have to look like an 19th century Irish drunkard with hairy feed and your costume is like.. A sexy archer?” Johnny complained heavily. “ I`m a Ranger of Gondor! Not an archer..” she corrected him. Anyhow it was a real sexy outfit. She wore a light brown leather chest armor, a long green cloak with a hood, some nice brown high boots and a really hot, skinny brown leather pants. On her back, she had a quiver and a bow, a dagger on her belt. Untypically Anna's blonde long hair was falling openly on her shoulder. It was a big difference between her normal sporty stile of clothing. But with a fine and well trained body like hers, she looked good just gorgeous. “Why do you have a weapon and I only got... Shitty fur on my feed? May I have a Baseball bat?” he liked the look of her costume, but really hated the idea to go to a Nerd convention. He was a football fan, interested in football, punk music, beer and stuff like that. Being a Hobbit, wasn't his biggest dream after all. “Of course not! Hobbits don't do that..” she rolled her eyes and bent over to tie up her boots. Johnny shove away her cloak, to give her a little smack on her ass. The clapping sound was just hilarious. “IEKS!” Anna shrieked, “Hobbits don't do that neither!” Johnny laughed at her protest and turned around into his room, a few moments later he came back with a Shillelagh in his hands. “What the...?” Anna lifted her eye-brow. “When I have to walk around like a Irish drunkard, I will be armed like one.” he explained and laid his hand on her butt cheek again, squeezing her tightly. “ Damn.. that's such a fine ass, my sweet Archer-Girl” “I am a Ranger.... of.. Gon...!”, she wanted to protest, but he just passed her and head out of the flat. It was a nearly 3 Hour ride till they arrived at the Convention. An old sports hall, full of nerdy people and things. It was like some kind of limbo for Johnny. Long skinny guys dressed up like Elfs with plastic elfish ears, nearly half of the other guys where dressed like Frodo or Gandalf. And a few beer benches and old tables, that supposed to be “the prancing Pony”. Johnny had no idea what this was all about. For him this film wasn't even a good one and he never read the book anyhow. He loved those old Scorsese films, like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Raging Bull. He really felt a bit out of place. But there were too things that kept him there. At first there was, his smoking hot girlfriend in her sexy archer costume... Or Gardian.. or Ranger or what ever. He couldn't even kept his eyes away from that sexy ass or her nice little tits for more than three minutes. For that girl, he would go through this hell. The second thing was his discovery, that it was possible to smoke weed with his nerdy Hobbit-Pipe. After two Pipes and nearly endless seeming five hours in that smelly sports hall, Johnny nearly beat up a plus sized Legolas for reproving him, that a pot smoking bald Hobbit was just implausible. Anna really enjoyed herself. She brought herself some stuff, participate at a tombola, listened to the live music and drank at least three bottles of some “Hobbit Brew”. It was just some Heineken Beer with a cheap label stick on the bottle, but still tasty. To be honest, it was just a small event and didn't seemed to be very professional, but still she enjoyed herself. But after five hours and three bottles, Anna was getting tired. So they left the convention and drove home. “Are youuu... Shure you can stilll drive, Johnny?” asked Anna tipsy; “ Aand you're a reaallly cute Hobbit! You Know?!” “I am pretty sure, that I can drive...” Johnny answered; “But I don't think we should ask the police about it.” Johnny wasn't numb anyhow. It's been a while since he smoked his last pipe and the high was gone for hours. While they drove home, Anna felt a sleep three times. Johnny was a bit irritated, how could a girl like Anna, be tough and sporty on the one hand, but geeky and nerdy on the other. And the most irritating observation was, that Anna could nearly lift her own weight but three beers knocked her out cold. After two and a half hours ride, Anna woke up again and started to slip from one side of her seat to the other side, biting her lip. She was rubbing her knees together, so her leather pants were squeaking a bit. “ Don't tell me that my little elite archer need to pee..?” Johnny looked at her slim legs rubbing against each other and grinned a bit; “Shall I head for the next restroom?” “Näääh! I don't wanna go pee on a highway potty! Were home soon, right?” Anna mumbled; “.. And I am a Ranger...! You hear...? A Ranger.. And Rangers don't pee themselves, you silly Hobbit!” During the last minutes of the ride, Anna turned visibly desperate. She pushed her hand between her legs and couldn't even sit still anymore. Johnny knew, that she was absolutely bursting right know. When they finally arrived at home, Anna jumped out of the car, leaving her cloak, quiver and bow at the car. She rushed to the door and jumped from one food to another. Johnny watched her hopping up and down, next to the door. He couldn't look away from her tits jumping up and down under her light leather chest. He just stood there and watched her for a few seconds. “Johnny! Please hurry! I am about to leak!” she plead; “Open up the door quickly!” She felt a painful urge and bend over. While she bend over, Johnny could guess a slight pantyline through her pants and couldn't help to watch her Pee Pee dance. While she tried her best to keep her pants dry, the Hobbit Brew wanted to get out of her. She pressed her both hands on the crotch of her leather pants and hopped up and down again. But she couldn't help it. A small spurt escaped and she could feel the hot pee dampening her panties. She bit her lips and tried so hard to stop the flow, but there was no chance. Another larger spurt followed the first one and then the hole dam broke. She felt the pee filling up her pants. The wetness quickly spread over her ass and up to her waist. “Uaarghs...!” she huffed. “ Shit! I..I am peeing myself!” While Johnny, the horny Hobbit, couldn't help to watch her doing so. A small trickle went down her pants seam and tripled to the ground. But the warm wet pee was running down her slim and sexy legs inside of her pants and quickly filled her boots. After a few moments the wetness pressed itself through the thin leather and formed a dark patch on her ass and crotch. There she was, standing next to the door and totally wetting her Rangers armor. She felt his hand on her hip, moving down towards her wet and warm ass. She felt his fingers rubbing over the leather, grabbing her firm cheeks underneath. His hand moved up to her waist again and slipped into her pants. Her panties were totally soaked. She turned towards Johnny and whispered dejectedly and still a bit tipsy: “ I... brought up shame to the Rangers of Gondor..” “Well...” Johnny shook his head, “ I guess it happened to a lot of them during that one battle, when the orcs beat them up?” He tried to lift her up with a warm smile. “You mean the battle for Osgiliath?” she also smiled, while he opened the door. “ Yeah.. Sure.. May a caring Hobbit gave that poor Ranger some shelter after her.. embressing Accident?” He smiled suggestively and gave her a loving kiss. “And... how did the ashamed ranger awarded her fur-footed Hero?” She answered aroused. “ Maybe... Some hot Human-Hobbit Sex?” He grinned naughty “ Well.... but you have to leave these furry feed on!” she laughed loudly. …
Part 5 Without Johnny, his flat seemed like a totally different place. Lonely and isolated, fully stuffed with all kind of strange stuff. He was out for a weekend trip in Amsterdam. Well trip was exactly the right word. Anna was sure about that. When Johnny and his friends went to Amsterdam, they where out for no good. She never thought he would cheat, but she knew his affection towards weed, booze and that often leaded to a fight. The last time he was there, he came back with bad bruises and brutal scrapes. He was a tough amateur boxer and was never beaten so hard, that he wouldn't recover after a while, but Anna was worried about him. Especially when the game was Ajax vs. AZ. Not only he was an Ajax man, he also was Jewish indeed. He proudly wore the Magen David tattooed on his chest and sometimes it seemed to be more like an over-sized target for hate. Johnny never searched the trouble, but trouble often searched him. And as that stubborn guy he was, he never stepped aside when it came his way. So while he was out, Anna couldn't find some rest. She just sat on the couch and watched some television, drank some tee to calm her nerves. But the TV-Program was really unbearable. One shitty show after another, some trashy films or sports. Football. That was exactly that kind a sport, she didn't wanna watch right now. Anna stood up and went over towards Johnny's DVD-Collection. Some old Film Noir classics, like Metropolis, a lot of old Scorsese-Films, Coppola's Godfather Saga, the big Akira Kurusowa collection and a lot of strange old horror films. “What the...? Isn't there any normal film in here..?” she mumbled going through the selection; “White Zombie? Is that about racist Zombies? Nope! Taxi driver ... No chance!Taxi drivers are creeps!” Behind that first sets of DVDs she finally found a film she liked. “Ah! Watchmen!”,she smiled “ At least one film we both liked...” She put the disc into the player an jumped on the couch. It had been a very hot and muggy day, and even now she felt the heat. So Anna took off her jeans and her top and stretched herself over the couch. She wore a light blue sports bra and a pair of matching panties. She loved that kind of comfortable sporty underwear. Except for her sports bras, she only had two normal ones, she only whore when she had to. When the film started, she felt a bit hungry and looked around in the room, just finding a bag of paprika flavored potato ships. She look at her flat tummy and rubbed her hard muscles with her left hand. “Well.. I guess I can allow myself to eat that.”, she smiled and opened up the bag. She was really proud of her well trained and fit body, but she felt a bit lonely and thought she could do herself a favor. She also get some lemonade and jumped back on the couch. She ate some chips and watched the film for a while. The salty chips made her feel thirsty, so she drank a lot of lemonade. She really liked the film and for a while she really forget about her sorrows. But during the last third of the film, she felt an urge coming up. She drank a whole bottle of Lemonade, so it wasn't very surprising, that she had to pee soon. But she just stayed on the couch. That film was quiet good and her urge wasn't that bad right now. After a while she played a bit with the rubber band on her panties waist and bit er lip. She felt the urge getting stronger by now, but still she refused to go. She remembered how powerful Johnny done her, after every accident she had. And there it was again. She couldn't get him out of her mind. That terrible troublemaker, that stupid no good and impudent jerk. But when she thought about him, she felt a bit aroused. He may made her some serious sorrows right now, but still she loved him and even felt horny only thinking about that wild and stubborn guy. She showed her hand under her bra and imagined it would be his hand, touching and squeezing her breast. Her nipples erected and became hard. Should she do it by herself? She wasn't watching that film anymore, she was just horny. She continued to play with her nipples,she ignored that forceful urge to pee, or may it just made her even more horny. She squeezed her breasts, when she felt her panties getting wet. Well, she was really horny and so... but that was another kind of wet. She felt a few warm drops dribbling into her panties. She was so turned on, she didn't realize, that she just lost a few drops of pee into her panties. A small dark patch appeared on her blue panties. When she realized, that she was already leaking a bit, Anna jumped off the couch. “Oh Shit!”, she shrieked and pressed a hand on her crotch. She could feel that warm wet cloth of her slip between her fingers, while she rushed into the bathroom. But in front of the Toilet she just stopped. She already leaked a bit, but still she was horny and felt a bit lonely. So she rubbed her finger against the warm wet fabric of her panties. “Uhhhh...!” she gasped, “Uhh...! Its not that bad!” She always felt ashamed when she had an accident, but this time, that lechery had overwhelmed her. While she was rubbing herself, she felt some other drops of warm pee dribbling into her panties. The wetness spread between her fingers. That damp spot spread quickly on her tight blue slip. When she reached her climax, she felt her bladder emptying itself. “Uiiiiek...!” she moaned, while that flow of warm piss run over her hand and down her legs towards the bathroom floor, where it formed a big puddle between her feet. Her head was squirming, her hearth was pounding heavily and she could hardly breath. She looked down to her soaking wet blue panties and the large puddle. She felt a bit ashamed. She never was into that kind a things, but this time, she was just too horny to prevent it. She just could clean it up, wash her panties and no one would ever know. But maybe.... just maybe, she could do something else.. So she took her Mobile phone and took a set of naughty pictures of herself, posing in those soaking wet blue panties. Then she wrote Johnny a text message: “Look what you've been missing, Darling”, and send him those pictures. She couldn't await him back home...
Part 6 A few month passed and Anna decided to go on a small holiday trip to the beach. Johnny didn't hesitate and agreed to come along with her. They both were students at that time and Johnny's side job at a packing station wasn't that profitable. So they decided to visit Annas Grandfather at his farm in Friesland, in the northeast of Leuuwarden. That small farm was really close to the beach, not even five minutes by foot. Alfons, Anna's Grandfather, was a really cool guy by the way. He may was 93 Years old, but still he lived at that old farm together with his wife Geertje. Alfons seemed to be irrepressible. Towards his old age, he was still a tall and lusty man. He was a real dutch giant, with broad shoulders and still nearly full hair. If knot knowing, he would have been judged 75 or 80 years, but never 93 Years! Geertje was just 15 Years younger than him, also really cheerful and caring. That big difference in age was only exceeded by there difference in high. While he was nearly 1,90m and stury, Geertje was small and not even 1,65m in height. Still they made a lovely couple. And no one would expect, that they had 15 years difference between them. So Anna and Johnny decided to spend there holidays at Alfons farm. Anna always loved the summer, especially when she was about to visit her grandparents. And Johnny? Well... Alfons and Geertje were the only ones in Annas family who really liked him. Especially Alfons was really happy, that Anna brought home a guy like him. “You always reminds me of myself! When I was younger! I also played football! But it wasn't a big thing, like it now!” Alfons often said or: “I only had 2 daughters and 3 granddaughters...And you know what? You are the first boy they brought home, that I wouldn't chase away! You got character , Johnny!“ Beside that overwhelming friendliness, a few days at the beach weren't that bad anyhow. Anna bought a new white bikini and get herself a new haircut, just cause she wanted to look more like summer. With that new white bikini and a short blonde bob cut, she felt ready for her summer holiday. But a few days before the trip, Anna got a call from Miriam. Her stupid friend Micheal just left her, for another girl. Miriam was really dejected and Anna was a much to good friend to leave her alone like this. Anna convinced her to come with them on there trip to the beach. Miriam was a friend to both of them, since they were small kids, so Johnny agreed to it. A few days later they all went to the trip together. After a long ride of at least two hours, they finally arrived at the farm. The farmhouse was built in 1872, but only a few years ago, Alfons had renovated the old farmhouse and brought it up to the latest standard. It even had solar panels on the roof and cable TV, but never lost his “old farmhouse”-charm. When they arrived, Alfons was sitting on his big wooden bench at his old fashioned wooden dining table. After a warm welcome, they sat together at the table and talked a bit, while Geertje was making something to eat. Above Alfons seat, there were three old pictures on the wall. Pretty old black and white photographs. The first one was a picture of Alfons and Geertje on their wedding. Alfons looked like a handsome giant on that picture. He was smiling and wearing a well fitting suit. Geertje was wearing a white fancy dress and really looked quiet like Anna. She also was slim and blonde, had this nice friendly smile and shiny blue eyes. The second photograph seemed to be older, showing a dark haired lady in a fancy white dress, with pearls and a crown on her head. An old picture of Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands. The third photo showed a group of five young man, carrying guns on there shoulders. One man, the tallest of them, was obviously Alfons. Two of these men were wearing dutch soldier uniforms. “Have you been in the royal army, Alfons?” Johnny asked. “Nahh, never! That's just... a hunting party...Me and some old friends, they are all dead by now.” the old man answered. They didn't had that much time to talk, because Geertje was dishing up the meal. Some mashed potatoes, baked fish and green cabbage. It tasted quiet good. After that meal Anna wanted to go to the beach. Well it was a really hot day and some cooling would do no harm. So Anna, Miriam and Johnny head towards the beach. The beach was just behind the dike, who was the only visible hill around. “The Beach” wasn't like one of those white sanded beaches with warm blue water and palm trees on it. But at least it was a small somehow sandy shore. Even if it was hot, there was no one around. The girls took off there tight jeans shorts and shirts, while Johnny spread a blanked on the ground. While Johnny slammed a parasol into the ground and placed there stuff, the girls made some photos of themselves, posing in there bikinis. Anna was wearing her new white Brazilian bikini, which fits her perfectly. Showing her nice ass and sweet little tits. She was really hot and with her new haircut she looked even more sporty. Miriam was wearing a black bikini with pink dots on it. She was also slim, but not as trained as Anna, she was also a bit taller than her and had long black curly hair... But there was one thing, that made Anna always a bit jealous. Miriam hat huge breasts. Besides Miriam, Anna's cute little B-cups just looked like non existing. Johnny was laying on the blanked, when Miriam came towards him. He opened an eye and looked upwards. He first saw her slim long legs, then her cute little but, her slim waist and then these big tits. After a short moment of staring, he lift up his view towards her face. Miriam was also sweet. She had full lips and dark brown eyes. But for Johnny, she never was competition to Anna. Miriam lay down next to him and lolled around on the blanked. It was like, she tried really hard to get his attention. “Johnny, I really love to see you two get along so.. perfectly! I thing you're such a good couple. Anna should be lucky to have such a nice guy like you!” Miriam whispered, while she poured some sun milk over her body, rubbing it on her hot body, “We know each other since... I guess... 10 Years and I always liked you, Johnny” “Ahh... that's why you always called me a jerk, right?” Johnny answered with a smile, bur he felt a bit suspicious. Was Miriam flirting with him? Anna was splashing in the water just 10 meters away. What was wrong with Miriam? “I always liked your tattoos, Johnny.. They are really impressive..” Miriam whispered again. But Johnny tried not to watch her rubbing sun milk on her body, he rather watched Anna at the sea. He didn't want to flirt with Miriam, who was not only one of his best friends, she was Anna's truly best friend. It felt really strange, when she acted like that. So Johnny was really relieved when Anna came back and jumped between them. Her whole body was wet with salty water. Her nice white bikini was sticking to her well trained body. She was absolutely hot. “So You're back, honey!”, he smiled; “the sea is always cold in Friesland, isn't it?” “No, it's quiet warm... I mean, its still a bit fresh.. But not freezing!” Anna answered. Johnny just looked down towards her white bikini top and smiled naughty. Anna's nipples where hard and showed up trough her top. She followed his eyes and quickly pulled a towel over her breasts. “You Yerk!”, she giggled and her face turned a bit red. So they stayed the whole afternoon at the beach. It was a really hot day and so it took not even an hour, until Anna was try again. After a while Miriam wanted to go back to the farm. So the girls shoved there sexy asses back into there tight jeans shorts, but they left there shirts off. Next to the dike, was an old barn. A really old and decayed one.. It seemed that no one cared for it, for at least some decades. “Whats that?” Miriam asked and pointed at the barn. “Alfons old Barn... When I was a kid, I was never allowed to get in. Geertje told me, that it was a cursed barn,with ghosts in it” Anna answered and felt a bit nerdy, for believing her grandma. “What? You're scared of Ghosts? Don't be such a coward, Anna!” Miriam giggled pretentious. “Anna is scared of ghosts! Nänänä!” Anna's face turned red and she grumbled: “I am not scared! We can go inside!” Johnny didn't care about there argument. He was always curios and so he went in first. It was an old abandoned barn, with some holes at the rooftop and that typical smell of old rotting wood. Some wooden boxes where standing around and a large old working bench, with a lot of old rusty tools on it. “See! No Ghosts! So don't soil your panties, Anna!” Miriam mocked her. “I told you, that I am not Scared!” Anna grumbled again.”It's just an old barn!” They searched around for a while, when Miriam found a pair of rusty old Handcuffs. An old key was sticking in the lock. She giggled and closed one cuff around her wrist. “ Maybe Alfons locked someone in here? And the creepy ghost of that person is now haunting that barn!”, Miriam giggled. Anna just turned around, grabbed her other arm and cuffed Miriam to a wooden post.”Hey! That's not funny Anna! Set me free!” Miriam groused. Anna grinned and left her cuffed on the post for a few moments, but then she felt sorry for her and tried to turn around the key. But then the key just broke. Miriam started to panic when she saw that she was trapped to the post. “Anna! That's not funny! Search the spare key! A bolt cutter or something!” Anna and Johnny quickly searched around in the barn. But there was nothing to be found. Between the old boxes, Johnny found a black tin can. “What is.. this?” He turned the can between his hands and saw a silver eagle with a swastika under its claws. “Shit.. that`s some Nazi-Stuff.” he mumbled and examined the can. He found some old worn words written in German “Reichsministerium für Ernährung und Landwirtschaft – Nitro....something! I can`t read the rest..” “Then better don't touch it! Maybe its made to kill you!” Miriam mumbled with a squeaky scared voice. “Yeah... Everything the Germans made, they did to kill us.. right?” Johnny shook his head. “I guess its some sort of pesticide.. Alfons was a farmer..” Johnny looked towards Anna, who was just bending over a wooden box. Her nice as was wiggling in the air, while she was searching trough the box. Johnny leaned against the workbench and couldn't help to watch her for a while. “HEY JOHNNY!” Miriam shouted angrily, “Couldn't you gape at Anna's ass another time? Maybe when I am not just cuffed to post? And maybe... Just Maybe! Could you please hurry a bit? I need a toilet soon!” Anna turned around and giggled, while Miriam was getting more and more concerned. “Maybe Alfons got some tools in the farmhouse?” Johnny asked. “No! NO NO! You won't leave me here alone in that freaking barn!” Miriam was shocked and protesting loudly, “You get me out of here right now!” Johnny just shook his head again and searched behind some boxes and there it was! An old and rusty bold cutter. “Got it!” Johnny smiled and walked towards Miriam. “Like a knight in shining armor, right?” “Just.. Just shut up!” Miriam mumbled. With an powerful pull Johnny broke the handcuffs open and set Miriam free. He turned around to look for Anna, but there was no sign of her around. “Anna?!” Johnny shouted. “Where are you, Honey?” “HERE! You got to see this!” she shouted from the other side of the barn. “There is a bunker..! or.. Something.!” Miriam and Johnny quickly rushed to her and find a hatch on the floor. Johnny pulled it open and there was a dark hole underneath it. “Let's get down there!” he suggested and head back to the workbench, where an old flashlight was laying. “Are you sure? You don't know what is down there?” Miriam asked terrified. But before he even answered, Johnny was lost in the dark hole. Anna followed him quickly, while Miriam was hesitating. “Are you scared Miriam? I tough you're not afraid of ghosts, are you?” Anna called from below. After mocking Anna for being afraid of ghosts, Miriam couldn't back out. She would be the coward for the rest of the trip. So she followed them down the hatch. There was small room underneath the barn's floor. The smell of old was omnipresent, a smell of air, that never moved during the last decades. The flashlight just gave some weak light, but they could see some wooden boxes, with an black eagle on it. “old German stuff..” Johnny mumbled and examined a box. It was full with rotten woodchips or straw. He moved that rotten stuff aside and found something hard and heavy. He pointed with the flashlight on it and lay it back slowly. “Shit... Grenades.” He pointed the light at the other boxes and saw some rifle butts and even more grenades. “This.. is an Arsenal..” Miriam grabbed Anna's hand tightly and tried to hide behind her. “W..We may leave... I.. I guess Anna is scared!”, she said shaking. “I guess you're scared, Miriam!” Anna's replied harshly, “ You mocked me, because I was scared of ghosts, when I was a child.. !” “I am not scared!” Miriam protested, “This is just some old stuff! Scary as an history book!” She tried to act brave and cool but a few seconds later the light just went off. Miriam grabbed Anna's hand even tighter, her legs where shaking. “Stupid old batteries..” Johnny slapped the flashlight against his hand and was shaking it wildly. “Everything alright, Miriam?” Anna asked her friend concerned. “Y..Yeah shure!” Miriam stuttered. Then the light was shaking and turned on again. Just like in every horror movie, the beam of light was hitting something at the wall.. A long tattered green coat and an old gasmask, that just looked like someone was standing at the wall, starring at the intruders. “IEEKKS!” Miriam and Anna screamed in panic. “Calm down! Its Just a coat and a gas mask!” Johnny grumbled. “What... whats that sound?” “What sound?” Anna answered nervously, “That... splashing..?” Johnny turned the light towards the girls, watching them closely. While Anna seemed pretty nervous, Miriam was totally freaking out. She was pale, her eyes where wide open and her whole body was shaking. He looked down at Miriam's shaking body and saw a dark patch growing on her light blue shorts. A large stream of pee was running down her shaking legs and forming a puddle underneath her feet. “Uhm...It's the sound of Miriam peeing herself in fear... I guess” he couldn't help watching. So he watched her shorts getting soaked with her urine and the glittering stream of urine running down her shaking long legs. Miriam always tried to be the tough girl, the cool one. Over all these years she was acting like there was nothing, that could scare her. But now.. Miriam was totally wetting herself in fear. The pee was soaking her bikini panties and her shorts within seconds. Anna quickly stepped aside, while Miriam's puddle growing. Johnny watched that scene, til the last drops went down her legs and smiled a bit. Then he raised the flashlight towards the wall again. He saw a dutch banner, with the royal coat of arms on it. He stepped towards the wall and found a photograph pinned on the wall. It was the same photograph Alfons had in his living room. A picture of a group of men with rifles. He took the picture and turned it around. There was a writing on the backside of the photograph. “ - For Queen and Country. March 1941” Johnny read the writing and turned it towards Anna; “Did you know, that Alfons was a partisan? This is no german arsenal.. its.. a partisan hideout” “So much about history...! But.. can we get out of here?” Miriam whimpered from behind. “ I need to change my pants!” “Yeah.. lets.. get out off here, it was enough mystery for today” Anna answered and turned around, jumping over the puddle and heading for the latter to get back upstairs. Johnny just shook his head and followed the girls. Miriam went upstairs just before Johnny, so his head was close to her soaking wet pants. He could even smell the slight odor of pee. Her tight soaked shorts right before his eyes. They quickly head back to the farm house, but just found it empty. “Where is everyone?” Miriam asked, but was quiet happy that Anna's grandparents wouldn't see her with pee soaked shorts. “Well … I think they are playing skaat at the village pub. They always did that on Fridays.” Anna answered, “lets get upstairs..” So they went upstairs to there bedroom. Johnny just jumped on the bed and said “The bathroom is at the end of the floor, Miriam. There you'll get some privacy” But she just stayed in the room and took of her soaked shorts and giggled “May I don't want that?” She was standing there in her pee soaked bikini-panties and smiled naughty. It felt strange again and Johnny quickly turned his face towards Anna. She was taking of her shorts too, wiggling with her nice little butt. So two really hot girls were taking off there clothes just before him? Johnny felt suspicious, even more when Miriam was climbing up his bed. “Uhhm? Anna...?” He looked towards her, with a confused look. “Whats going on?” “You really didn't get it, right Johnny? Miriam asked me if she could join in.. She even tried to seduce you at the beach... Miriam already pissed herself in fear, you don't want to ruin her day completely,do you?” Anna smiled tempting. “I guess.. Johnny liked the view...? Didn't you?” Miriam sat down on his belly rubbing herself against him. He could feel her wet warm bikini panties rubbed against his skin. Anna's best friend Miriam, a really hot girl, was rubbing her pee stained bikini panties against him and his girlfriend was standing right next to it? Was it some kind of a sick test of loyalty? Then Anna jumped on the bed and slightly teased Miriam's breasts. “Is...this going to be... a three way?” Johnny asked really turned on right now.. “sometimes...Your just a bit slow, aren't you honey?”, Anna answered with a naughty smiled and kissed him heavily...
Part 7 Anna wasn't sleeping well since at least two weeks. Tomorrow would be her first qualification test. If she failed, she wasn't allowed to study sport science. Last semester she was too late for the registration and didn't get a place. So she studied sociology for the last semester. But that wasn't what she expected, and she was really keen to get into that subject. But there was this stupid qualification test. Even in school Anna was afraid of tests. She was one of those girls, nearly crying before the test, that they fail for sure, but passing the test with a really good grade afterwards. And for this stupid test, she was studying for weeks. That's why she was close to a breakdown. The last days she woke up every night, with her hearth pounding and her hands all sweaty. She just couldn't relax. That's why she was sitting on her desk at 11 pm., drinking a cup after cup of Valerian tee to calm her nerves. “You should get some sleep, Honey”,said Johnny quiet concerned; “ You should really go to bed.” “But.. I can't sleep! This stupid test is freaking me out! What if..? What if I fail?” Anna was close to crying right now. “Than you could try it again next time.”, Johnny tried to cheer her up, but he knew that this was nearly impossible, “ And.. I am sure you're going to pass. It's a qualification test, they won't ask you something about specific anatomy issues. You can do that for sure, Honey!” “How do you know?” Anna dropped her head exhausted, “But maybe I should try to get some sleep, right?” Anna stand up and went into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and put on her black pajama shorts and an old but comfortable t-shirt. Then she lay down in bed. Johnny fell asleep quiet fast, but Anna tossed herself from side to side. “What if.. what if I fail...?” she was thinking all the time. It felt like she was lying there for hours. But after all that Valerian tea she get more and more tied. And then she also fell asleep. On the next day, Anna was sitting in a long corridor at the university. An old building, made somewhere in the 1950's. White walls and old wooden doors along the whole hallway. Strangely Anna couldn't really remember how she get there. But as it was his big exam, she wasn't caring about that anyhow. Anna really wanted to impress these people, so she wore her slightly khaki blazer, some fitting khaki dress pants and a really cute white blouse. She wore make up, her hair was done nicely and she kinda looked like a businesswoman. For Anna, that kind of an outfit was really fancy, because she normally wore sport tights and a tops. She even wore black shoes with a heel, except for running shoes. She was quiet confident, that she could impress these people. When the door swung open, Anna entered a small room. There was a big Table in the middle of the room, with three old greedy men sitting behind it. Behind the men, that supposed to be the examiners, was a crowd of young men and women, that supposed to be students. “Mrs. van den Berg please step forward” said the old greedy man in the middle, with an displeased voice and pointed at whiteboard. “You may start now..” Anna felt the coldness of these three old man, staring at her unpleasant, judging her from there seats. The students in the back were staring at her, tipping with there pens on there sheets. Anna turned towards the sideboard and started her presentation. She was talking about neck muscles and vertebra. Or was she? She wasn't quiet sure about it... It felt strange, but she was quiet confident, that she was really good. The people nodded, some students even smiled a bit. She was really sure, that this was going to be a success. “Miss Van den Berg..” the old man in the middle lifted his voice and was piercing her with his harsh eyes. “.. Well! That's enough of this subject. But what do you know about Dr. Arnold Kegel?” Anna was stunned. She never heard about Kegel-Guy... Or did she? Why was that old greedy bastard asking her something like that? It didn't even belonged to her presentation. But what should she do now? She felt her hands getting sweaty. Nervously she looked trough the room, but there was no help to be expected. The three old man were starring at her, with piercing and hostile eyes. The students in the back seemed to be lurking, waiting for her to fail. “I.. I'am Sorry... “ Anna started to say, but her voice was squeaky and she felt like her mouth was all dried up. “Don't You know the answer, Miss van den Berg? You know, that this is relevant..?”, said the old man with no mildness. He shook his head and wrote down something on his sheets. “If you don't know this, how do you want to pass, Miss van den Berg?” “I...” Anna stuttered. She felt her legs shaking, her sweaty hands where fingering around nervously at her Blazer. She was looking trough the room again. Some students were giggling, while staring at her. “It's necessary that you should know that, Miss van den Berg..” the old guy said again with his unpleasant and harsh voice.” So... what is your answer..?” “I... don't...” Anna was close to tears, she felt her body cramping in panic. Her legs were shaking uncontrollable. Her face turned pale, like the white wall behind her. What should she do? “Your answer, please...!” the old man repeated, now even more demanding and harsh. Anna looked around again, she saw everyone staring at her. She felt like she was going trough her personal hell right now. And just in that moment, where she was sure that it couldn't get even worse, she felt a something warm between her legs. A hot spurt of pee escaped into her panties. Then another spurt followed the first, soaking her panties. “..I...” she tried to say something, but her voice was gone. She looked around and saw the first student pointing at her crotch, laughing wildly. She looked down at her pants and her face turned from white to red. On her khaki dress pants was a small but visible spot showing. While she was watching the spot, she felt herself panicking even more. She didn't realize, that she had to pee anyhow, but with all this stress and nervousness, she couldn't control herself anymore. So she lost another spurt and the spot was growing. Now every student in the back of the room had already noticed her mishap. She heard the laughter, the giggling... and it was just to much for her. With a loud and hissing stream, she lost the battle. Warm pee was rushing down her legs and splashed on the floor like a river. The pee was quickly soaking her fancy khaki dress pants. Tears run down her red, burning cheeks, while Anna tried to cover her face with her hands. “ May you should have done some Kegel-Exercices, Miss van den Berg. Then you wouldn't stay in a puddle right now.. wetting yourself in front of everybody. I think, you're already aware that you failed, right Miss van den Berg?”,said the old man without any sympathy for the poor girl, who was just standing there in a large puddle of her own pee, with soaked pants, crying in shame. But between the laughter and the giggling, Anna heard a voice from somewhere. She couldn't realize where it came from or who it was.. Just that strange voice calling for her... “Anna? …. Anna?!”,the voice was calling. Anna felt something on her shoulder, shaking her heavily. And than she could see the room fading, the people were gone.. and there was total darkness. “Anna?! Dammit! Wake Up!”, said the voice loudly. That voice felt so familiar. But out of a sudden there was a flashing light, burning in Annas eyes. “What?”, Anna still wasn't aware what was going on, she found herself in her bedroom. That voice was obviously Johnny, who was standing next to her, with a worried look on his face. “Anna are you all right?” Johnny asked quiet concerned. “Yeah.. I ..Guess..”, she said, while she was realizing a odd feeling under her blanket. A strange warm wetness around her butt and legs. “ I.. had a nightmare...” “Yeah.. Well..” Johnny bit his lip and shove her blanket aside. “You... wet the bed, Honey..” Anna looked down and felt a humiliating shock. The whole sheet was wet, her blanket was dribbling wet and her pajama shorts were totally soaked. Anna felt so humiliated, that she started to cry. She didn't wet the bed since she was a little girl. But now? She wet her bed, while she was at her boyfriends house, with him inside the bed. With tearful eyes, she looked at Johnny and saw, that he even had a pee stain on his shirt. Not only she peed her pants and her bed, she also peed a bit on her boyfriend. “you.. You got some of my.. My pee.. On your shirt..”; Anna whimpered, “I.. I am Sorry!” “Its Okay... don't worry about that..”, Johnny just smiled and took his shirt off, “Just tell me what happened.” And while Johnny cleaned up her mess, putting the wet sheets and blankets into the washer, Anna told him the whole story. “ That's terrible, Honey.. But it was just a Dream.. Right?” Johnny replied and tried to lift her up again. “You know.. that qualification test is a multiple choice test.. right? No one will ask you about something like that. And believe me, Honey. - You are perfectly prepared. You're smart and you know all this crap. You WILL pass, I know It. … And by the way.. aren't your dress pants and you're blazer blue..? Didn't that make you suspicious? Or that there were students in an exam? Or that you had to do a presentation, without knowing about what?” “No..it felt so real.. I didn't realize it...” Anna smiled a bit and took of her wet clothes, standing naked in front of Johnny. “ I guess I need a shower..” “Well, I think you're right.. and after you peed on me too, I think I will come with you..!”, said Johnny with a naughty smile, “May we can chill you out a bit afterwards..?”
It has been over a year, since Anna last met her old classmate Sarah. So Anna felt a bit nervous about it. During school they had been friends, somehow. If Sarah ever had real friends. Sarah never cared that much about friends. During school, she was too cool for … everything. To describe Sarah, it would be the easiest way, to just call her a spoiled brat. Her father was a big fish in a international firm, so Sarah' s main attitude was being a well off daughter. She always acted like something better, looking down to others. But even with that bad character, Anna considered her as a friend. Why? Anna has always been a very open and well minded towards others, or maybe she was just a bit naive. Anna waited outside the fitness studio, sitting on her sport bag. Sarah was running late. She always was. Letting others wait, was a sign of her superiority. They would wait for her. “Uhh...” Anna sighed, “ already half an hour.. Whats taking so long..?” Anna rolled her eyes and watched the people passing by. She knew most of them, because she was at the studio every day. She felt bored and pulled a bit at her short black top or fumbled at her nice short jeans shorts. Her short blonde hair was flowing in the mild warm summer wind. Then a sporty silver Mercedes just stopped in front of her. Sarah was sitting behind the wheel. “Finally, over 40 minutes late..”, Anna thought, packed her stuff and jumped into the car. “Hey Darling!” Sarah said with exaggerated friendliness,” It's been years! You look soo sporty! Do you even got a six-pack? - May you should grow some tits, instead of more muscles.” “Yeah... Thanks Sarah, nice to see you too...” Anna replied. Once again she new, why her friendship with Sarah was soo exhausting. Anna tried to stay friendly and just smiled. “You look great! And.. you got a new car?” “Yes! Dad bought me a new one. I spend the last year in Italy and you know.. If you're down there, you have to represent a lifestyle.” Sarah babbled self-satisfied, “ Next Year- I am going to study in Milan! Or Milano, like they call it in Italy!” “That sounds cool...! Congratulation, Sarah!” Anna smiled the best smile she could offer, but she was really annoyed. The first meeting after a year and Sarah was acting like the most self-satisfied and spoiled brat ever. “ So you're going to study too?” “Yes, but just because my Mom forced me to. You know, I wanted to be a Model!” Sarah babbled and smiled overweening, “ But I am sure, I will get a model job in Milan!” “Of Course..” Anna wasn't sure at all. Sarah was was really good looking girl. Tall, with long curly blond hair, slim but with some big boobs. But except for her fake tits, there was nothing special about her. Her face looked average and not special at all. “Do you have experience already ?” “Erm... No?” Sarah was a bit offended by Anna's reply, “ But.. you may don't know it better... But you only get experience after you get discovered. So.. I will get experience in Milan!” “Probably...!” Anna smiled friendly and turned her head towards the window. “And you are still together with Johnny?” Sarah asked after a while, “ Or did you finally dumped him?” “No, were still together.. “ Anna replied smiling, “He is just a bit busy, he took a second job to finance his study. And he joined the Union.” “The Union? Whats wrong with him?” Sarah shocked her head in disbelief, “ His parents don't support him? I thought... You know.. His people were .. rich?” “Well.. He just wants to pay for his stuff by himself... It's not wrong. And after he got tattooed and joined the socialist party, his father is not talking to him anymore...” Anna tried to defend her boyfriend, but she didn't know why. Did he do something wrong? For being a working men? “Johnny always wanted to be the working class hero, right?” Sarah smiled condescending, “ And whats about you? I heard you took part at the last city marathon?” “Yeah! I did! “ Anna smiled, she was happy to change the subject. “ It was really nice. I got the 11th place under all female contestants.” “Ohh.. Sorry to hear that, Darling.” Sarah smiled pitying, “ You trained so hard and didn't get under the top ten..” “Erm... 11th place.. is quiet good. The City Marathon is a big deal and...” Anna replied buffed. She was really proud of her place and felt seriously offended. “ Well.. if you say so..” Sarah giggled. “ But you didn't wet yourself again, did you?” Anna's face turned red in humiliation. “ I... Don't know what you're talking about, Sarah” “Three Years ago? We picked you up after the run? And you had visibly peed your red track shorts!” Sarah said giggling, “Don't tell me you forgot that! It was hilarious! Anna Pee-Pants!” How could Anna forgot that? For month Sarah picked her up for that. It had been Anna's first Marathon and it was a quiet common mishap in a sport like that. She didn't even leaked that much.. just a small wet patch on her crouch. And after this incident, Anna was changed to black running tights, because she never wanted to show a patch like that again. “It was just sweat! I told you!” Anna moaned with burning red cheeks. “Sweat? No Way! You freaking peed yourself! Everyone saw the stain on your pants!” Sarah laughed amused, “ And you even cried after you had to sit on a towel!” “Just.. because you told everyone that I had peed myself!” Anna replied angrily. It was a terrible feeling. She remembered the scene quiet well, Sarah was standing in a middle of crowd and pointing at her wet shorts calling out “Anna Pee-Pants!” It was quiet a relief for Anna, that they just arrived at Sarah's home. It wasn't just a house, it was more a mansion or even a villa. A large white villa, with an enormous garden around it. They entered the house and for a few minutes Anna hoped, that this topic was done. Sarah was always like that, she embarrassed her every time, she had the opportunity to do so. They sat down in the kitchen, at a large fancy table. Sarah's Mother was making Dinner next to them. She smiled, when she saw Anna. “Oh! Hi Anna! Nice to see you!” Sarah's mother smiled friendly and turned towards the girls. While Sarah was a real bitch, her mother was a lovely and friendly person. She was always warm heartened and caring. Her Mother was quiet the opposite of Sarah. “Did you pass your test, Anna?” asked Sarah's Mom friendly and smiled, “You're going to study sports, right?” “Yeah! I guess it worked out quiet good. I haven't got the results by now... But.. I think I passed.” Anna smiled, Sarah's Mother really cared about Sarah's friends. She was a saint, while Sarah often seemed to be a devil. “But I was really nervous about it. I couldn't even sleep before the test.” “ Seriously? That's bad! Why, you're always good prepared and you were one of the best in school.” Sarah's Mother asked politely “I had some bad nightmares and it was horrible.” Anna told her. “Nightmares?! You're not ten anymore, Anna!” Sarah interjected with a stupid giggle. “I dreamed I was standing in front of a jury and.. I just couldn't answer the question and.. got nervous and.. so on” Anna told them abashed, “I dreamed that... I .. well I dreamed that I peed myself in front of them.” “Seriously!?” Sarah laughed out loud. “That was some sort of a toilet dream, was it?! And then you woke up in a puddle?” “Hey..! Thats not funny, young Lady!” Sarahs Mother warned her. “You shouldn't make jokes about your friends!” Anna's cheeks turned red and she looked down at the table. Her hands fumbled at her top, she felt humiliated again. “Aaha! I told you!” Sarah giggled triumphantly, “Anna peed her bed! She may got a six-pack, runs a stupid marathon, but she still wet her bed like a toddler! Ohh gross! Strong Anna is still wetting herself!” “Enough, Young Lady!” Sarah's Mother said sharply. She looked at Anna, who was nearly close to tears right now. She fumbled at her top, her head was red. “Common Ma! I' am not a child, don't call me Young Lady!” Sarah said overweening. “So..? May I should talk about a phone call from a young lady?” Sarahs Mother smiled devilish. “I remember you calling for your Mommy:- “Mommy, can you pick me up? I had an accident!” Now Sarah's face turned red, “Don't you dare to tell that story! Its Defamation!” “Is that so? So you didn't call me? And I didn't had to pick you up from your riding lessons? But I still remember you hiding and crying in that horsebox? With your red jodhpurs soaking wet? A pee stain all along your legs? Did I imagine that? And the wet saddle I had to pay for? And you crying “Mommy, I had an accident! I peed my pants!” I must been dreaming, right? ” “Ma! That's not funny! It was an accident” Sarah's face turned even more red, glaceing angrily at her mother. “And did Sarah ever told you, why she didn't went to your school trip to London, at your last year in school?” Sarah's Mother said and smiled towards Anna. “Well.. she.. had the flue, I guess?” Anna replied naive. “Ma! I warn you!” Sarah protested angrily. But Sarah's Mother just giggled and continued with an evil smile: “You warn me? Aha! Well.. the reason was... That Sarah had some bed wetting issues during that time.. She still has some plastic sheets on her bed. When she gets nervous or tickled, she is like a little puppy. And during her final school exams, it was like having a toddler again.” Sarah jumped on her feet and turned at her mother shouting angrily: “Ma! You're such a bitch! It was a secret! I hate you!” Anna was expecting, that Sarah's Mother would slap her daughter right into her face. Anna would never dare to call her own mother a bitch. She expected a loud clap, but there was none. While Sarah was puffing herself up, her mother just shook her head. She quickly grabbed Sarah by her hips and started tickling her. Sarah started giggling and laughing, while she tried to release herself from her mothers grip. “So you call your own mother a bitch?!” Her Mother asked her with an evil smile. “Please! Mom! Stop it!” Sarah cried, laughing hysterically, kicking and trying hard to get away. “This is not funny!” Anna watched the scenario giggling. Well, it was really funny. Sarah, who was always to cool and too superior for everything, getting tickled by her own mother. And out of a sudden, it turned from funny into hilarious. While Sarah was giggling, kicking and laughing hysterically, a small dark patch appeared on Sarah's crotch. The light green fabric of her Capri pants was turning visibly dark. Sarah was peeing herself laughing, just like a little puppy. Another spurt escaped and the dark spot was growing between her legs. “Mom! Please! Stop It! I.. Iam peeing!” Sarah cried out, still giggling. And another stream left her body right into her pants, soaking the fabric of her pants. The wet spot was growing down her left leg. “Ohh..? What? Do you regret calling your Mother a bitch and being such a bad friend to Anna?” Her Mother replied harshly and continued the heavy tickling. Making Sarah loose another spurt into her pants. Sarah's fancy green Capri Pants were now very visibly wet. “Mom! Please! I am Sorry! I am sorry! Stop it already! I am wetting myself!” Sarah cried out humiliated. Anna had never seen Sarah so defenseless, well she had never seen her narcissistic and self-satisfied friend peeing herself. Anna was stunned, while another longer spurt was running down Sarahs legs and dribbled on her heeled sandals. “ Well then! I will let you free!” said her Mother with an victorious smile. Then she looked down Sarahs legs. “Ohh.. did some young lady had an accident?” “That was unfair!” Sarah sobbed, tears in her eyes. She tried to cover the wet patch on her crotch with her hands, but it was much to big for her tiny hands. She turned around and run straight into her room, still sobbing and whimpering. “Well.. I guess that was too much...” Sarah's Mother sighted. “But I really hate it, when she acts like that towards others. She is such a spoiled little brat from time to time.” “I will get to her...” Anna stood up and smiled heartening. After all, Sarah was her friend. Seriously not one of the best, but she just couldn't stand to see her crying. So Anna went into her room. “Get out!” Sarah blubbered, sitting on her bed, still wearing the pee stained pants. “I don't want you to see me like that!” “Hey... erm.. Sarah... it's not that bad..!” Anna tried to comfort her. “You should stop crying..” “But..!” Sarah sobbed, “ I peed! In.. my pants!” Anna looked down towards Sarahs crotch. Well, she really peed herself – a lot. “It wasn't sweat.” Anna said quietly, “ I.. really peed myself during that marathon... You were right. You see..? It can happen to everyone.” “So..? You really wet your track shorts?” Sarah stopped blubbering and looked up to Anna. “Yes.. it's not that unlikely that.. uhm.. You pee yourself during a workout or a run.” Anna mumbled and her face turned a bit red. “May you just take a shower and we go to the cinema..?” “ Yeah... you're probably right!” Sarah stood up and pulled down her wet pants. Showing her soaked red thong and went towards her private own bathroom. Anna stayed at the room and was waiting once again...
Running on the treadmill, lifting weights and a whole bunch of other exercises. Anna was working out hard since hours right now. A free Friday morning, which she just couldn't waste by doing nothing. For her, sitting around and doing nothing, was some kind of a punishment, she just felt bad, when she couldn't get herself into doing something. Sometimes she was like an squirrel on Ecstasy, she would went crazy without a workout. So she pushed herself up to her limits, till she lay down flat on the ground, belly up and all covered in sweat. At that's where she was right now. Total Exhaustion. Her gray shirt was soaked in sweat and her damp black sport tights sticking to her ass and legs. It took a while, since she was able to get back to her feet, grabbing her towel and a bottle of water. She sat down at a bench at drank nearly half a liter in one gulp. She tried to dry up the sweat with her towel as good as she could, but still she felt damp. Her heavy breathing was normalizing, she looked around. It was a normal Friday morning, the gym was not that crowded. It wasn't one of those dirty holes, where only beefy and shady guys with more muscle than brain were training. There were quiet a lot girls and women around. Maybe half of the costumers were female, well or maybe 1/3 of them. Anna thought, that it would be enough for now. She wanted to go home, but she felt her bladder being full, after she stayed hydrated during her whole workout, it wasn't that surprising, that she had to pee. So she went straight up to the toilets. Anna lifted her eyebrow, watching the line at the ladies. It was a Friday Morning, not crowded at all. How could there be a line? Was every girl in the whole gym in need for a toilet simultaneous? Anna looked around. Everything seemed normal, but still there were 7 women waiting in front of her. Right in front of her, was Samantha. A young girl, with some nice dark toned skin and curly dark hair. She was a bit younger than Anna, maybe 18. Her height was average but she had a body of a goddess. She was slim, but still had some curves. A real juicy ass and some nice tits. But her choice of clothes was always a bit strange. She looked like a time traveler from the 80th. . She was wearing a yellow leotard, with some blue short tights underneath them, a sweatband on every wrist and another one on her head. She even wear legwarmers. Just looking like she fell out of a time traveling DeLorean. But she had this hipster or just retro stile, that some people would like, while others would hate it, but it was hard to deny that Samantha was smoking hot. Samantha came from Curacao, that's why she had a really cute and exotic accent. “Hey Samy! Whats wrong in there..? I have never seen such a line at the ladies bathroom before.” Anna said and smiled friendly. She really liked Samantha, she was always a cheerful person. But this time, she seemed a bit stressed, like being under pressure. “Oh..! Hi Anna! It's a bad joke! They closed two stalls, so there is only one available right now! I am already waiting for 5 minutes!” Samantha said quiet upset. “One stall is just not enough!” “Yeah.. that's right. Did someone called Erwin, the Janitor?” Anna asked the other women, “Normally he is pretty handy with that.” The other women shook there heads. Everyone seemed to be concentrated on that occupied stall. In front of Anna in the line was Samantha, than an middle aged blonde lady and a brunette lady of the same age, in front of them, there was an elderly women and a group of 3 young girls, probably school girls around 16, which means, that they should have been in school right now. One of the girls, a small redhead was already jumping from one foot to the other, holding herself in desperation. But not only that girl seemed to be in trouble, Samantha was biting her lip and rubbing her knees together. She seemed quiet uptight right now. “Hey Samy, is everything all right..?” Anna bent over and whispered towards Samantha, “ Should we ask someone to let to forth?” “No.. I guess I can hold it. But I really need to pee.” Samantha whispered back. “ I hope this is not going to take that long..” After a while the stall opened and a young girl came out. One of the other girls rushed in. While the desperate redhead was still stepping from one foot to the other. “Common! This is not funny! Let me be the next!” the redhead complained, “I already leaked a bit!” But there was no wetness showing on her pink shorts. A few moments later, the door opened again and this time, the redhead girl shoved herself inside the stall, pushing her friend aside. “ I am about to explode!”, she declared, while rushing into the stall. It took quiet a while for the girl finish, maybe because she really had to go badly. But after a while she stepped out with seemingly dry shorts. And the last girl went into the stall. “Only Three more people..” Samantha whispered, like she was praying. She jumped from one feet to the other, starting a cute pee pee dance. After the last of the girls, the elderly women went into the stall. She really took a while, but Anna didn't need to go soo bad. And behind her, now four other women where waiting. While Anna's bladder was aching a bit, Samantha seemed to be about to explode. She jumped from foot to foot and was already holding her crotch, pressing her knees together. The blonde lady in front of her gave her a pitiful look, but didn't say anything. She was rubbing her stomach and seemed in some trouble by herself. Finally the elderly woman came out of the stall and the brunette lady went inside. Anna looked towards Samantha and watched her desperate pee pee dance for a while. Now Anna felt her own bladder aching and she pressed her knees together. But still she was in a better situation than Samantha, who was really about to burst right now. Gladly the brunette woman didn't take that long and came back after a few moments. So the blonde lady went into the stall “Just one more, Samy!” , Anna tried to encourage her desperate friend, “You are going to make it!” “Uhh.. !” Samantha whispered with a shaking voice. “I don't know.. I already leaked a bit into my panties.” Anna looked down to her pants, but there was no sign of wetness showing. “Its nothing showing, Samy.” Anna replied whispering, “ You can make it.” Samy tried to smile, but then a sudden fart was to be heard out of the stall. A loud, not very ladylike sound. “Uhhh no..! She .. is taking a dump!?” Samantha said in disbelief, starring at the door. “Is this going to take long?!” “ I am Sorry,girls!” was the answer from inside the stall, “ It was an emergency! I am really sorry, but I nearly creamed my pants out there.” “That's too much information! Thank you!” Anna answered and shook her head. She really needed to pee by now. She looked at Samantha's face and saw tears in her eyes. Her look was absolutely desperate. She was jumping from one foot to the other, grabbing her crotch with one hand, while clapping a beat on her leg with the other. Samantha tried hard to keep control, but after another minute of despair, she stood still and turned towards Anna. Tears where running down her adorable face. “Anna...” Samantha whispered, “I... I can't hold it..” Anna looked down to Samantha's legs. Samantha took away her hand from her crotch, and there was a visibly wet patch showing. Samantha already peed her pants a bit. “It`s just a small spurt..” Anna whispered “ You can still... oohh...” Anna interrupted herself, when she saw a large stream pouring through Samantha's tights and her leotard. A hissing and dripping was heard, while powerful stream run down her beautiful dark legs. The wetness was spreading quickly on her tights and leotard, even moving up to her nice ass and the pee was soaking her silly yellow legwarmers and shoes. A large yellow puddle was forming around her feet, while Samantha covered her face with her hands and cried. “Ohh... No...” Anna mumbled and gave her a pitying look, petting Samantha's back with one hand. The other women, who witnessed the accident where looking towards the girl with disbelief and pity. “Poor girl..” an elderly women said pitying, “ You should complain about that at the management. One stall? It`s no wonder, that someone had an accident.” Another women nodded. “Such an Impertinence! You should go straight up to the manager, Young Lady! They should pay your cleaning” Anna felt a strong wave of desperation rolling over her. Her bladder was aching. Anna clenched her muscled and pushed her left hand at her crotch. If this would take much longer, she would have an accident by herself. She even felt a first drop of warm pee leaving into her panties and glanced towards the stall. Then finally! The door opened again and the blonde lady stepped out, looking at Samantha with an coy and guilty look on her face. “I..I am Sorry. I did the fast I could..!” “Sorry, Samy... I really need to go right now”, Anna whispered to Samantha, who was still crying. “I am about to pee myself too...” Anna left her standing in a puddle, but she didn't had much of a choice. She jumped into the stall and dragged down her tights and panties. Her blue sport panties had already a small wet patch showing, when she just made it to the toilet just in time. Anna let out a heavy stream and sighed relieved. It felt like, she was peeing for hours. She wasn't even caring about the stench, that the blonde lady left in the stall. When Anna came out of the stall, Samantha was already gone. Only a large yellow puddle was left. Anna felt a bit guilty, that she had left her alone like that. But if she had stayed, there would be another puddle on the floor. “I am going to tell Erwin to clean up the puddle.” Anna told the women in the still existing line.” May he can open up another stall..” So she went to the janitors office, where she found Erwin. “Hey Erwin!” Anna said with a serious look on her face. “You should really do something about the stalls in the ladies bathroom! Only one stall is working! That's a No-Go!” “I know! I Know! I tried!” Erwin answered dejectedly, “ Its the Pipe! Its Blocked. I couldn't get it free. I already called the Plumper this morning..! But they are booked up till tomorrow!” Erwin really seemed sorry about this situation. He was a simple but responsibly guy, who cared about his job. That much, that he nearly started to cry. “Hey.. its... Its Okay Erwin..” Anna tried to smile. “ But.. you have to clean up a puddle..” “A Puddle? Again?” Erwin replied, “ Ohh.. I am really sorry about this situation.. I will get my mop right away..” “Thanks Erwin!” Anna smiled and walked out of the office. She head for the shower... Maybe she could find Samantha somewhere...
Part 10 Anna gushingly opened the door rushed into the living hall and jumped up and down like a flummy. “Guess what!? Guess what, Johnny?!” she smiled from one ear to the other. “Common, Johnny!” Johnny lied on the couch and looked up to her, he just came home from his second job and was tied and sleepy. While Anna was in high spirits, he was totally wasted, double shifts made him a living dead. “Sorry, Honey... I got no clue what you're up to...” he answered and tried to smile. “You.. won... something?” “No, you stupid!” Anna answered giggling, “ I.... “, she hold her breath for a dramatic break, “ I got my athlete pass. Now I am a listed!” “ Listed in.. what? Football? Weightlifting? Honey, you do a lot of sports!” Johnny replied smiling. “ But... I guess it's a great thing!” “It is!” Anna smiled. “ And its for wrestling of course! Don't act stupid, Johnny!” “Wait... Sorry.. but.. Wrestling? Since when?” Johnny was buffed, but in the minute he said that, he already regretted it. “Three weeks?! I told you! Why aren't you listening to me?!” Anna groused. “ And I will participate at a small competition next month!” “Aha..? That's cool! Wrestling is seriously the sexiest sport a woman can do!” Johnny smiled a bit aroused, “ but.. you know, that three weeks isn't that much..I mean seriously. Why do they send you to a competition? Seems like, you're a natural talent?” “Yeah! I am pretty good!” Anna smiled and turned a bit red. “ Well.. and there are not enough girl in the club... So they are reaaaally happy about everyone, that is coming and taking part.” Anna jumped on the couch and hugged Johnny, she tried to push him flat on the couch. But Johnny didn't even tried to fight back, he was just too exhausted. He was just like a dead fish. “Oh Common, Johnny! Defend yourself.” Anna giggled and pushed him on his shoulders easily, “Hey! Whats wrong!?” “Nothing Honey... Just a week of double shifting...” Johnny pushed himself up, to give her a loving kiss, “First the packing station and then forklifting at the storehouse. Sorry Honey, but I am wasted.” “Why don't you quit a job? May you could ask your Dad for help?” Anna petted his bald head. “Do we even need that much money..?” “Ask my Dad? He is not happy with my politics, my tattoos, my lifestyle... and.. you're not sephardic right?” Johnny shook his head smiling, “Guess the only thing I get from my dad is a meeting with his rabbi. But we won't need that money. It's just to pay the student fees, I will quit at the packing station next month.” “Or you could keep the job and finance us a trip to the Caribbeans! Or how about Goa?” Anna giggled, “No, I am glad to have you around more often. I already missed you a bit.. My hard working man!” Anna jumped back on her feet and kicked of her shoes. She walked towards her sport bag and pulled a red wrestling suit, throwing it towards Johnny. “A wrestling suit..? But... hey! Its sweaty!” Johnny grinned amused, “ You're throwing your worn sport clothes at me? But I am messy?” “Well! You said, that wrestling is the sexiest sport a girl could do!” Anna giggled. “ Is there a list or of 'Sexiest sports for girls' or what?” “A Top Ten at least..” Johnny replied smiling. “Seriously!?” Anna giggled even more. “You're kidding, right?” “Nope. Top Three is: 3. Volleyball, 2.Cycling and 1. Wrestling.” Johnny explained grinning, “Olympic Wrestling of course...” “What about Beach Volleyball?” Anna asked skeptical. “Or Swimming?” “Beach Volleyball counts as Volleyball. And Swimming isn't that sexy... But Surfing is on 5th place.” Johnny replied like a real expert. “What about Boxing? Or Football?” Anna asked still really skeptical. “ Or Lingerie football? Hmm?” “Well, I both love boxing and football... But I don't think they are sexy sports for girls. So they are both not on the list. And Lingerie Football isn't a real sport. It's entertainment. And even if it is a real sport, it would count as American football, which isn't a sexy sport at all.” Dr. Johnny explained like a real scientist of sexy sport science. “So you made a survey? Or are there some special scientific criteria? Did you had some help of other 'scientists of sexiness in sports', maybe a research team?” Anna laughed out loud. “We discussed this topic at the training once..” Johnny smiled, “ And I could make a survey, ask some people on the internet. It would surely prove, that the sexiest Sports are: Wrestling, Cycling and volleyball.” “Yeah.. Make a survey about this topic. Now you better go to bed, you look like a zombie, Johnny!” Anna smiled and walked to the bedroom. Johnny followed her sleepy... A few weeks later- It was only a small competition, at the local wrestling club. There was some competition among the male contestants, but only one look around exposed, that there where only a few girls around. Maybe 4 or 5, Anna counted. There were some tough matches, between the boys. The atmosphere was quiet good, some fans where sheering and chanting. Anna was already wearing her wrestling suit and looking forward to her first competition. Then Anna's trainer stepped towards her and smiled regretful. “Hey Anna!”, The burly man mumbled abashed. “ I got some good news and some bad news for you. Which one first?” “Hey Luke! What's wrong?” Anna smiled friendly, “the good one!” “You'll get a medal” Luke mumbled, “But.. You won't get a fight. There is no contestant in your weight. Astrid is on a wedding and Nele is sick, so you're the only contestant.” Anna felt really upset. She knew, that she wouldn't stand a chance against one of the other girls, but winning without contending was just disappointing. When her Name was called out, she stepped on the mat, under the flashing lights, looking like a 21th century gladiator. Her red wrestling suit, just looked adorable on her fit and well trained body. Her nice small tits, her perfect tight ass squeezed into that skintight suit, leaving not that much space for fantasy. Her well formed muscles where showing, she felt just like a real warrior. But there was no contestant. So the referee announced her as the winner, raised her hand and it was over. She walked off he mat, not even showing a drop of sweat. “Congratulation, I guess..” Johnny hugged her and smiled. “ You should get a medal for being a hottie. You would surely win that.” “Yeah.. Thanks..” Anna felt unsatisfied. “At least I don't need to take a shower. I am not even sweating.” There only was one competition left. Johnny really was right, guessed Anna. Two well trained girls wrestling, was really sexy. Maybe not the most sexiest sport, but still tempting in some way. After that last competition, there was a small ceremony, where Anna got her small medal and a coupon for a 3 free training sessions at the local gym. Exactly the Gym, where Anna was already a VIP-Member. But still it was a bit flattering, to get er first medal in a wrestling competition, even if she didn't had a competition. After the ceremony, Johnny invited her to a small celebration party at the local pub. Anna just put her ripped of tight jeans and a black T-shirt on, covering her wrestling suit underneath. Putting on some heavy black leather boots. The Pub once was an Irish pub, then a sports bar and finally became a scruffy folk-punk pub. It was Saturday evening and the pub was crowded. A live band was playing some tasteful folk-punk music. The beer and cider was cheap and tasty. Anna liked the pub from the first second, the people were friendly and the mood was always good. Johnny always praised that pub, it was one of his most favorite places. But Anna was here for the first time, she drank some cider and joined Johnny and his friends dancing and pogo around. They really had a lot of fun. Normally Anna wasn't into punk rock at all. She liked goa- or psytrance music, but with Johnny, Cider and some cool friends, she could turn loose to nearly every kind of music. But after a while, Anna felt an urge to pee. So she hurried herself to the girls bathroom. In contrast to the Gym, there was no line at the ladies. But when she entered the bathroom, she was shocked. Not only, that the smell was nearly unbearable, there were no doors at the stalls. No Doors, but dirt everywhere. In one stall, there was a large turd laid on the seat. It felt like her shoes where sticking to the ground. Anna turned around and hurried back towards Johnny. “Johnny..!” Anna whispered. “We... need to leave!” “What? Why? Don't you like it here?” Johnny replied. “There.... Are no doors.. At the stall!” Anna whispered, “I really need to pee, but its freaking dirty!” “Well... If its that bad, I pay and say goodbye to the boy.” Johnny smiled softly and turned around. A few moments later he came back with there jackets. “ Okay, lets go. Mrs. Smallbladder.” “Ha ha.. That's not funny, you Jerk!” Anna replied, while they hurried out off the door. While they walked the 15 minutes walk to there home, Anna became visibly desperate, holding her crotch and tripped from foot to foot. “Well.. Why don't you just go behind the bushes?” Johnny looked at her desperate dancing with a smile. “You don't have to walk home in peed jeans again.” “I can't! I am still wearing the wrestling suit underneath my jeans.. I would have to take off all my clothes. I am not going to strip naked on the street, You Jerk.” Anna replied sharply. “And we're nearly there... I can make it.” When they arrived at the flat, Anna rushed through the door and kicked off her boots, taking off her jeans and her shirts. Standing in the hallway, just wearing that hot wrestling suit, while she was jumping from one foot to the other. Johnny leaned against the bathroom door and smiled. “Damn.. You look like a real warrior. Smoking hot.” Johnny said smiling. “Well.. a desperate one...” “Johnny... “ She said with a real serious voice, “ I am about to piss my pants. Get out of the way.” “Or.. What?” Johnny blocked the door with his body. “You're going to wrestle me down?” “Exactly..! Step aside.” Anna stepped closer and puffed herself up. She grabbed Johnny's shoulders and tried to push him aside, trying hard to wrestle him down. Johnny played along and let her push him to the ground. They both giggled and Anna managed to sat down on his chest, pushing his shoulders to the ground. Well Johnny wasn't fighting back. “Ahh Sh...! I am about to leak! “ Anna gasped, while she was still sitting on Johnny's chest. “Well.. then.. just let go..!” Johnny smiled dirty and grabbed her tight ass with both hands. Anna moaned and closed her eyes, rubbing her legs against him. Her body squirming on his chest. She felt the first spurts of hot pee escaping into her panties. “Oh.. Something is getting warm..” Johnny whispered aroused. He looked at her crotch and saw a dark spot appearing on the fabric of her red wrestling suit. Then the pee was steaming trough her panties and her suit. A large stream of warm pee, pouring on Johnny's chest, soaking his shirt. He could feel the warmth and the wetness growing on his chest and belly, while Anna's legs where pressed tightly against his flanks. He could feel her tight ass getting wet and warm, her pee was streaming everywhere, while Anna was moaning heavily. Johnny was hardening like a steel pipe right now, while his hot girlfriend was just peeing herself, sitting on his chest, wearing a skintight wrestling suit. It took a while for Anna's full bladder to get empty, it felt like she was peeing for an eternity. “Uhh..” Anna moaned lecherous, while she was rubbing her hand between her legs, “That.. was just good...” “And it's just getting started, Honey.” Johnny grinned, grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Her soaked suit was still dribbling. He carried her towards the bathroom and put her under the shower, kissing her heavily and nearly ripping her out of her suit, while she was fumbling at his belt, talking of his clothes. He pushed her hard against the wall, she could feel the cold tiling on her back, while he was pushing himself forcefull inside her. “Ju..Just getting started...” Anna moaned, “Uhh.. Oh.. Yeah.. That's even more sexy than any sport... uhh.” ….
Part 11 Johnny came home late from his shift. When he was walking into the flat, Anna was sitting in the kitchen over some papers, a pen in her hand. “Hey Honey, whats up?” Johnny asked her and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Nothing much, just writing some letters.”Anna smiled and continued writing, “How was your work today? Everything alright..?” “Yeah sure...! But I will take a short nap on the couch.” Johnny replied smiling, “Wake me up, when you're done with your letters, right?” Johnny walked into the living room and jumped on the couch, kicked off his shoes and closed his eyes. Everything he wanted, was a small nap. He was tied and after a few minutes, he was already dozing. Then, while he was just slipping into the world of dreams, Anna called him from out of the kitchen. “Johnny?!” She called, “Where are the stamps?! I Need stamp!” “Somewhere in the kitchen, Honey!” he shouted back dozy. “I don't know where...” Anna was searching trough the drawers and closets, till she found a small tupper-box. She opened up the box, finding a few stamps inside. With some picture of van Gogh on it, in pretty intensive colors, but no value was shown on the stamp. “I found the stamps!” She shouted out of the kitchen “But what is the value? There is none showing? One stamp for one letter, right?” “ Yeah...! Sure... Sure!” Johnny called back, nearly sleeping. But then he was thinking.... A stamp without a value? That's odd... “Hey! Anna?! What is the stamp showing?!” “ It's Vincent van Gogh's self portrait. That famous one with the bright colors.” She replied. “Aha.... wait...! SHIT!” Johnny jumped off the couch, running into the kitchen “No nonono No! No... No no!” He looked around and saw that bight colored stamp on the latter, his eyes were wide open, he looked at Anna in serious disbelief. He was just too late, the stamp was already on the letter. “Whats up Johnny ..? Was it some collector's stamp..?” she smiled happily. “Hey... No.. erm.. Did you licked it..?” Johnny turned a bit pale. “Yeah sure I licked it.. But it's hardly sticking to the letter. Was it an old stamp?” Anna was still smiling. “Hey Anna, don't freak out, will you?” Johnny sat down next to her. “ That wasn't a stamp at all.. Everything is gonna be all right, but you just licked.... a Trip.” “What..? Are you joking..?” Anna looked at him in disbelief. “ LSD or.. What?” “Well.. exactly.” Johnny replied guiltily, “ Don't freak out, then everything will be alright...” “I shall not freak out?” Anna was freaking out right at the spot. “You drugged me, you Idiot! What kind of a super-dork got LSD Trips in his kitchen?!” “Keep Calm, Honey... I didn't expected you to find them.. It was an accident!” Johnny tried to calm her down, petting her back with a worried look. “Just.. sit on the couch and keep calm..” He lifted her up and brought her to the living room, where she just sat on the couch. “And what are we going to do now? After you accidentally drugged me..” Anna asked him, still really angry. “Call an ambulance?” “No.. you.. just sit here and wait till the trip is over, I will take care about you..” Johnny replied tranquilly, trying to keep her calm. “I don't feel anything.. May it didn't even work..?” Anna looked around, but still felt normal. Then a few Moments later, she saw some colored dots on the white wall. Like she had looked into a glaring light bulb and then on the wall afterwards. She closed her eyes, but the dots didn't disappeared. She was shaking her head, trying to get rid off these strange dots, but didn't succeed. She looked at the standing lamp in the corner, trying to focus on something else. But it felt, like the light was dimmed. “Johnny.. I... I am getting scared a bit..” She mumbled and looked around. “Could you do.. something?” “Don't panic..! Do you want me to play some music?” he answered alarmed, “It may chill you down.” “If.. its helping..!” Anna felt, like she could hear her voice from outside her head. “ Something chilled, okay?” Johnny stood up and walked to a big collection of Vinyl records and CDs. “ Some Reggae ? Or .. Dub?” “No.. I.. don't feel like reggae right now..” Anna replied and watched around again. She believed to see some sort of green fungus growing up the wall. She felt like freaking out every moment..” Please hurry.” “Guess this should help...” Johnny mumbled and put an old record into his turntable. The cover showed a psychedelic motive, shining in a lot of different colors. He turned on the turntable and the record started turning... spinning around and around and around... Then she heard the music. Some familiar sound, really old and freaking psychedelic.. “What..? What's this?” She asked Johnny irritated. “It's Cream..” he sat back on the couch, “ I guess, if someone knew to make music for the dripping, its Cream.. Or.. Jefferson Airplane.. If you want to hear them, I got them.” “No.. that's.. perfect, I guess..” Anna smiled, she really felt more chilled right now. She focused on the music, she wasn't sure, if she was just hearing or even feeling it. “Why do you got... This music, Johnny?” “Well... Exactly for moments like these, I guess.” He smiled. Anna was looking around, she could feel the music. She looked back to the fungus at the wall, which seemed to be pounding to the beat of the music, but it didn't felt that threatening anymore. She really had the desire to get off the couch and move. Not only moving, but dancing.. That beat, that music was crawling through her body, forcing her to do so. Or at least, it was what she felt like. So she stood ab and shoved the small table aside. “Whats wrong, Anna?” Johnny watched her concerned. “ Are you getting sick..?” “No.. I just... Just wanna dance..” She replied. Then she started to dance. But she wasn't dancing like she would dance normally, she was just guided by the music. For her it wasn't like she was dancing, it was more like, the music was making her dance on strings, like a puppet. But she felt alright with that. It felt, like the floor was moving under her feet, while she was just turning round and round, swinging her arms through the air. Johnny was really concerned but in a way, it was beautiful sight. Anna was dancing slowly on one place, moving her hot body smoothly. She danced, like she was already on another planet. She was totally lost in time, not knowing how long she already dancing. She felt the music floating around her, even trough her body. A really strange feeling, that shouldn't even existed. But a great feeling anyhow. She felt lifted up to another dimension. Put there were just some colors, that pounding fungus, but not that much hallucinations she had expected. Or maybe, she thought, they were there, but she just couldn't see them? What if, there were a lot of white rabbits or whatever and she was just not able to see them? Are they still there then? Sometimes she felt like she was becoming flat, like being two-dimensional, but than inflating back into the third dimension, it took a while, since felt her size normalizing again. She just stopped dancing to think about it.. “Whats wrong, Anna?” She heard Johnny's voice, but couldn't remember where he was. “Is... everything alright?” “Yeah.. I guess..” Anna replied dazed. “Just.. need to pee a bit..” So she walked towards the bathroom, what was quiet difficult with the floor moving under her feet. So she slowly took one step after another. It was much easier dancing than walking, she thought and giggled a bit. At the hall, she looked to the white wall and pressed her hand against it. If she would press hard enough, would she get trough, she thought. But then, she was pretty sure, that she couldn't press her hand trough a solid wall. She couldn't do that on a normal day, why should she do it now? It was all in her mind, right? When she took away her hand, she saw a colored patch an the wall. She pressed to fingers against the wall and wrote her name on the wall. She could clearly see the floating colors, she was painting with her finger. “A-N-N-A” She mumbled, while she was writing on the wall. Johnny watched her a bit confused, shaking his head in disbelief. There was absolutely nothing shown on the wall, at least for him. Anna turned back to the bathroom door and walked straight trough it. She stood in front of the toilet and watched the toilet for quiet a while, doing nothing but watching. Then she was thinking, that she was maybe to numb to pee. What if, she lost the ability to pee? So surely felt the urge to pee, but maybe it was also just in her mind. Maybe Johnny knows what to do..? So she turned around and walked back into the living room. Again it took ages to walk trough the floating and moving ground. Her footsteps where leaving some slight marks on the floor, like drops falling into a sea. “Johnny..?” she asked him uneasy. “Johnny.. I.. think I lost the ability to pee. I guess, that I can never pee again!” “Anna.. seriously.. you didn't lost the ability to pee. That's absolute nonsense. Just sit on the toilet and pee.” He smiled a bit amused about the thought. “But..? How do I know, that I didn't lost the ability ?” Anna looked at him doubtful, “ May I should squeeze a bit..? But if I lost the ability to pee, how would I know when to get off the toilet again? May I will sit there forever?” Johnny slapped his hand against his forehead. “Seriously.. just.. sit on the toilet, Honey.” But Anna just stood there, closed her eyes and bit her lower lip slightly. “HrmmmmM”, She hummed. “Anna..?” Johnny lifted his eyebrow. “What are you doing..?” “Just.. giving it a squeeze..” She replied “Making a test run...?” “Anna.. there is no test run in...” Johnny tried to object, when he saw a dark wet patch appearing on her light blue jeans. Anna was seriously peeing herself. At first, it was just a small spurt escaping, but she gave her bladder another squeeze and the pee was rapidly plashing down her legs. The spot grew quickly down both of her slim legs, while a real waterfall of pee was dribbling down towards her bare feet. Soon her once dry and light blue jeans turned wet and really dark between her legs. She looked down at the sparkling pee, pooling around her feet. “ I still can pee!” she happily announced. While Johnny just shook his head and smiled warmly towards her, Anna was watching the pool of sparkling pee, the last drops falling down her soaked jeans into it. She felt this strange warmth and wetness on her feet and started thinking... What was the difference between a random warm,yellow puddle of water and pee..? The difference had to be, that it poured out of her bladder. Well, but what if she was only made believe, that she had peed, while that sparkling puddle suddenly appeared around her feet for no reason at all. While thinking heavily about that, she toddled her feet in the puddle, making some plashing sounds. While she was thinking, it felt like, she was watching herself from the outside. “Whats wrong Anna?” Johnny asked her warmly, “Peeing yourself isn't going to get a habit, right?” “What if...I didn't pee myself, but just belief I did? Maybe I got the Idea – that I peed myself- planted into my head, while this puddle just appeared out of a sudden?” Anna asked him thoughtfully ,”Maybe I just imagined, that I peed myself and its all in my head? How do I know what is real?” “Well Honey, you seriously just peed yourself. I was sitting right here, saw your pants getting wet.” Johnny smiled amused. “No one planted anything inside your head.” “What if... I am imagining you? Maybe you ain't Johnny..?” Anna mused, “ Or maybe, we are just a dream? A dream, the musician is dreaming while making this song...” “So.. we're just a dream Clapton had around 40 years ago?” Johnny smiled, “ … so he dreamed about a hot dutch girl, peeing herself while being High... .. guess that's odd.” “How do we know? If we are just a dream, would we know it? If our reality was just the dreams reality, we wouldn't know that we're just a dream, would we?” Anna mused again., “ But... I really like that song... I wanna dance again..” Out of a sudden she started dancing again, her feet splashing in the puddle. While she was spinning around dancing, Johnny watched her with a warm smile. He glanced down to her pissed jeans and how they where sticking to her legs, he imagined the warm wetness she must be feeling right now. The sight of her back was even a bit better, her tight little ass was all wet. But then, she stopped spinning around and started fumbling at her belt. “I need to take these pants off, they are all wet.” She mumbled and took off her jeans. For a few moments she was just standing there, in a pair of soaking wet turquoise briefs and it looked like, she was thinking about something. But then she took off the wet briefs too. “They are wet, too!” But then, she started dancing again, only wearing a t-shirt and no pants at all. She was cleaned shaved and Johnny watched her dance fascinated. Her naked ass bouncing up and down, right in front of his face. Her bare feet still splashing in the puddle of her own pee. But after a while, she turned towards the couch and just placed herself, still half naked, next to Johnny. “ I am going to take a nap..” she announced and just closed her eyes suddenly. Johnny was glad, that she was going to sleep, so he tried hard, not to wake her up and simply watched her solicitous. And after a few minutes, she finally fell asleep. Johnny sighed relieved. May it wasn't a horror trip and maybe it was really hot for him, but he was glad, that this whole thing was over now. He was seriously worried about Anna. It was one thing to get high, but another to watch someone being so. Was he also that erratic, when he was high? That was the moment, when he decided to stick only to natural stuff. When Anna was certainly asleep, he carried her to her bed carefully. He placed a towel under her and cover her with a blanket. Then he took some rags and cleaned up the puddle. “ Seriously... No more psychedelic stuff...” he mumbled while mopping up Anna's pee.
Part 12 It was late at night, when Anna heard a loud cracking from outside of the window. She nearly jumped out of her bed. She looked around in the dark bedroom and listened in the darkness. She could clearly hear some strange sounds from outside. There was rattling, like someone was pulling on a heavy iron chain. Anna slowly walked towards the window and looked outside. But there was just a dark backyard and a slightly lightened up backstreet. There was nothing to be seen. Anna walked back towards her bed and tried to get some more sleep. For some minutes, there was silence. Anna thought, that she may had imagined the sounds, or may it was just a cat. She nearly fell asleep again,when she got alarmed by a loud sound. This time, it sounded like breaking glass. Then there was loud laughter, some people were chatting loudly, but she couldn't understand, what they were talking. Anna stood up again and walked towards the window, peeking trough it into the night. She could see two schemes down the backstreet, throwing stones at the old house on the other side of the street. Again there was the sound of cracking glass, when they hit a another window. Anna new that the family who lived there was on vacation for the next week. So may these goons tried to break in..? Why was Johnny on a night shift right now? He would just went out of there, and scare these guys off. He was tough and bold. Anna turned on the light and searched her mobile phone, but just couldn't find it anywhere. It was typical, like an unwritten law. Whenever you really need something, you wouldn't find it. And stupid Johnny always said, that you won't need a telephone if you already got two mobile phones. “So much for calling police.” Anna mumbled. There flat was somewhere between the commercial area and an old industrial estate, so there were only a few people living around here. That means low rents, but not the best neighborhood. “ I can't sit here doing nothing...” She peeked out of the window again. The schemes were still standing in front of the old house, picking stones and trowing them at the windows. Anna tried to recognize something, but it was just to dark and far away. So Anna opened up the window a bit and tried to hear something. There was just another glass breaking and then a high pinched laughter. It didn't sound manly. Then Anna heard their voices. She couldn't understand much, but it was clearly the sound of two girls. “They are... girls?” Anna muttered, “ I can scare off two girls...” Anna didn't waste a second to think, that these girls may got a weapon or something and quickly put on her tight blue jeans. She grabbed her heavy leather boots and Johnny's toughest leather jacked. If she wanted to scare them off, Anna had to look badass. She grabbed Johnny's shillelagh and turned towards the door. But if she would get there with a club, it would might not terrifying enough to scare them off. And she didn't want to fight them, or hurting someone. She needed something even more terrifying. But Johnny only had this stupid old irish club, which was seriously not scary enough. But there must be something, maybe something just looking like a gun. Then Anna remembered, that Johnny got a lighter, that looked like a pistol. It was a cheap silver colored piece of trash, that never worked out well, but maybe it would work. So Anna opened a drawer and grabbed the lighter. It was dark outside, so these goons may wouldn't see, that Anna's gun, was just a cheap crappy lighter. Anna sneaked trough the backyard and walked towards the backstreet. The girls seemed to much into trowing stuff at the house. Anna glanced at the girls. They were pretty young, maybe just 18 or 19. Some teenage rowdies, average height and slim figured . One girl hat really short blonde hair, wearing black jacket and green army pants. The other had some red colored hair up to her shoulder, wearing a dark hoodie and some frayed white tight pants. The girls were shouting and laughing, while throwing some more bottles and stones at the house. Anna boldly stepped closer and called out loud. “HEY! Get off!” Anna shouted loudly, “We don't like folks like you around here! You ruin the neighborhood!” The girls turned around and watched her with a surprised look on their faces. The blond girl quickly pulled out a switchblade knife out of her pocket and angrily glanced towards Anna. Her heart was pouting in panic. Now she realized, that she brought herself into a lot of trouble. That stupidity could end up really bad for her. Anna's only chance was a perfect bluff. So she grabbed the gun-shaped lighter from under her jacket and pointed on the girl with the knife. “Don't Move!” Anna barked roughly, “Drop the knife into the gutter, Bitch!” While her heart was pumping like crazy, and adrenaline filled her whole body, Anna tried hard to act tough. And it worked out perfectly. The blonde girl went white as a sheet of paper. With shaking knees she stepped aside and dropped the knife into the gutter, where it disappeared with a silent splash. “What do you think, you're doing here?!” Anna shouted at the girls angrily, staring them down. “Your Names! Quickly!” “Elisabeth de Jong.. “ the blonde one whimpered, her legs still shaking, “ I.. I am really sorry, I beg your pardon, Miss...” “Don't tell her your real name, you dimwit!” the redhead hissed towards her friend angrily. The girl tried hard to act though. “So I better don't ask you for your name...” Anna growled angrily towards the redhead, then she turned back to the blonde aiming for her with her gun-shaped lighter. “ So you tell me her name, or you get another belly bottom!” “Don't tell her, Lizzy!” The redhead barked angrily, “She won't shoot!” Anna put one finger on the trigger and gave Lizzy an threatening look. The girl's eyes filled with tears, while she was whimpering in fear. “Victoria .. de .. de Jong”, Lizzy stuttered in panic, closing her eyes in fear. “So it's Elisabeth and Victoria de Jong?” Anna barked roughly at the blonde girl, “You're sisters!?” Anna lowered the lighter a bit and looked at the scared blonde girl. Without her knife, she didn't seem tough anymore. Her knees where shaking and tears were running down her pale cheeks. “Y..Yes, Miss..” Lizzy stuttered, before she started to cry miserably, while a dark wet patch was growing on her green army pants. A small stream of pee went down her legs and plashed on her heavy army boots. The wetness spread slowly on her crotch and down her legs. Anna couldn't help but feel pity for her, watching the poor scared girl peeing herself in fear. “Lizzy! Don't be such a patsy!” Victoria growled angrily at her sister. “ Don't piss yourself, you little crybaby!” Anna turned towards the stubborn redhead and stared at her angrily. “You, shut the fuck up! You only speak, when I ask you.” “I wont!” the redhead replied unruly, “You ain't got the balls to pull the trigger! You just try to scare us! You're even more scared than Lizzy!” Anna turned towards Victoria and left Lizzy out of sight. But the second she turned away, Lizzy took the chance to run away. Stumbling and whimpering she run down the backstreet, leaving her sister all alone. Victoria turned pale, while she watched her sister abandoning her. But still she didn't wanted to give up and played unimpressed. “You are going to pay for this!” the redhead threatened, “ You won't scare me!” “You really think, that you're in a position to thread?” Anna replied cold as ice. “Don't act like that, bitch!” the redhead replied barking, “ You're just a patsy, so just let me go!” Anna quickly walked towards her, grabbed her by her collar and pushed her forcefully against the wall, glancing at her with a real psycho smile. Victoria was shocked, she tried to break free, but Anna's grip was much to strong. Anna tightened her grip and lifted her up against the wall. When Victoria had no more ground under her feet, the stubborn redhead turned pale as snow. She didn't expected Anna to be that strong. Her eyes opened wide, while she was starring at her in pure terror. Anna pressed the lighter against her flank and gave her an chilling look, making the once stubborn girl cry out in fear. “Please! Please! Don't! Don't hurt me..!” Victoria cried out loudly. “So you won't vandalize no more!?” Anna felt like a superhero right now. Fighting crime like in a comic book. She drilled the lighter a bit deeper in her flank, causing Victoria to shriek in fear. “I am scared! Don't hurt me!” Victoria cried out loud, “ Please.. I.. I am wetting myself!” Anna looked down at her pants and saw Victoria's crotch getting wet, causing the white fabric to get transparent a bit, showing her red underwear through the wet cloth. The pee was poring out of her pants and streamed down her legs like a river, dribbling down her boots towards the concrete ground. While Lizzy just peed some spurts, her sister was just loosing it all. It all went down her white tights, like waterfall. The warm wetness spread all along her white pants, making them a bit transparent and coloring it slightly yellow. “Such a disgrace...” grumbled Anna with a dark voice, lifting up the gun-shaped lighter in front of Victoria's face. Putting her finger on the trigger. Causing Victoria to loose another spurt of pee into her pants. “No..! No Please!” She muttered. “It's just a lighter...” Anna pulled the trigger and a small light came out of the barrel. She dropped the shivering girl back to her feet, but Victoria's legs were like cooked spaghetti, and so she fell down to her own puddle. They could hear sirens in the distance, may someone else heard the noise and called the police. They would be at this place every minute. A few moments later, Victoria was ruling her legs again, she jumped to her feet and sprinted down the backstreet, as fast as she could, while still some pee was dribbling down her soaked white pants. “Lizzy! Lizzy! Wait for me!” She cried out loudly for her sister. Anna shook her head and waited for the police. A few minutes later, two police cars drove down the road. “Just this way! A redhead and a blonde girl!” she shouted at the police cars, “You can't miss them.. They both got peed pants!” While one car followed her waving and chased the girl, the second car pulled aside. Two policemen stepped out of the car. “Excuse me, Miss. Are you a witness?” one policeman asked her politely, “ We need some particulars and your passport, please.” So Anna told the police, that she saw the girls throwing stones and that she scared them off. The policeman wasn't pleased at all, he told her, that it was a silly and dangerous idea, and that she could make herself punishable, by scaring people this way. And while Anna got a serious telling-off, the other policeman got a call from his colleagues, that they just picked up two girls with soaking wet pants, matching to the description. When Anna finally was allowed to go home, it was nearly morning. Johnny would be home in two more hours. But after all that excitement, Anna couldn't sleep anyhow...
[so.. this is will probably be the final part of the story, so i tried something different again.. I hope you like it and pardon my poor english.] Part 13 When Anna walked out of the gym, she saw Samantha standing on the parking lot. Anna was glad to see her again, since Samantha had this embarrassing accident, she didn't showed up in the gym for a long while. Anna stepped closer and smiled brightly towards her. “Hey Samy!” Anna smiled and hugged her, “I am really happy to see you again.” “Oh Anna! Hi!” Samantha smiled delighted, “ Yeah... it's been a while.. “ “Yes, I already worried a bit about you, Samy” Anna said truthfully “Yeah.. I am Sorry..” Samantha looked a bit embarrassed, “ But you know, after.. after that accident I really felt ashamed and so.. stayed away for some weeks.” “Hey.. You ain't the first one, that had an accident like that.” Anna smiled and tried to cheer her up a bit.”I really missed you.” “So? You're not going to get sentimental right now, will you?” Samantha giggled. “I don't need no blonde white girl confessing her love to me. Even if you're sweet, I am not into that. Sorry Anna.” “Ohh! I am heartbroken!” Anna laughed out loud. “ No, I just meant, that without you something was missing. I guess it was the 80th flair you were spreading. Or may I just missed your silly legwarmers.” “Ohh ! Don't be jealous, Anna!” Samantha was laughing too, “ Just because I can wear these thing..!” “ So what are you doing right now, Samy?” Anna asked her smiling, “ Do you wanna drink a coffee or.. something?” “No thanks! Really, thank you.. But I am a bit in trouble right now.” She replied with an apologetic smile, “ Stat stupid donkey of a brother is going to have a party tonight... So I am calling my friends, if I could stay for a night. But no one got time today..” “ Whats wrong with partying?” Anna replied giggling, “Why don't you just join them..?” “Are you kidding?”Samantha shook her head wildly, “ It's always a real sausage party... And they are rude, pushy and annoying.” “That bad.. uhh?” Anna lifted her eyebrow and was thinking for a while, she felt really bad for Samantha. “.... You could stay at my place. Johnny is going to his night shift after his workout, so he won't be at home till tomorrow morning.” Samantha was considering for a while. She liked Anna really much, but they only know each other for a short time. They never really met outside of the gym. Could she really stay there for a night? But there weren't much options left, so she fell her decision. “Okay! Thanks Anna!” Samantha smiled and grabbed her sports bag. “I owe you one!” “Nope!” Anna appeased, “ You don't owe me nothing. I couldn't let you sleep on the streets, right?” “Better this, than staying at the party.” Samantha giggled. “ I am talking about 30 guys and seriously no girl.” “It sounds a bit like a gay club...” Anna replied giggling. “If it just were like that... It wouldn't be that bad..” Samantha shook her head smiling, “They are just a bunch of jerks. That's it.” So they went together to Anna's place. Anna opened the door and dropped her bag next to the door. Samantha walked into the flat and looked around with her shining brown eyes. She glanced around and shook her head in disbelief. “It looks a bit like my brothers room.” Samantha giggled. “..but its not that smelly.” Anna giggled and pointed at the living room. “Just sit on the couch. Do you want to drink something? A cider?” “Yeah.. Why not?” Samantha smiled and walked into the living room. While Anna was in the kitchen, she looked around in the living room and her eyes fell on the large collection of records. She walked towards them and bent over to inspect them. She was still fumbling at the records, when Anna came back with two bottles of cider. “Oh! It's Johnny's music collection!” Anna giggled. “It's a strange mixture, I know. Reggae, Ska and some old school punk rock. Wanna listen to something, Samy?” “ Yeah.. He got a Black Uhuru record?” Samantha was still bent over, her perfect ass was wiggling in her tight pink high rise jeans. “You know... That's exactly the music my brother is listening to..” Anna watched her ass wiggling for a few moments and felt a bit jealous. Samantha really had a divine body and her dark toned skin, made her even more mysterious and tempting. And these pink high rise jeans, were just deliciously fitting to her slim lengs. “Stop starring, Anna!” Samantha turned around and giggled. She had an old record in her hand and turned towards the turntable, turning on some smooth reggae music. “ I told you, that you won't have a chance!” “You know, that I got a boyfriend?” Anna replied giggling and gave her a bottle of cider. “Yeah.. But I have never seen him.” the girls sat down on the couch and sipped at there bottles. Samantha giggled and said, “ Right now I am concerned, that you're my brothers secret girlfriend. It's really a bit creepy.” “No.. Wait I got a picture...” Anna giggled and searched a picture of Johnny on her phone, showing it to Samantha.” There …! This is Johnny!” “NO WAY!” Samantha replied in disbelief. “ That's you're Johnny?! Or Ephraim?” “Yeah.. Do.. you know him?” Anna asked surprised . “This is my brother!” Samantha pointed at the colored young man next to Johnny. “ They are best friends and sparring partners for years.” “No Way!” Anna replied in disbelief. “ Damn... It's a small world we're living in..!” “Don't you say so!” Samantha laughed, “ I know Johnny since we were kids. When we came to the Netherlands, he was my brothers first buddy. They went into training together.. He was like a second big brother to me.” “So you even know him longer than I do?” Anna giggled, “I didn't knew that this could even be possible.” “When I was 14..i had a real crush on him..” Samantha admitted a bit abashed, “Seriously?” Anna giggled slightly, “He never told me!” “Yeah! Of Course not! I never told him!” Samantha laughed out loud. “ How awkward to have a crush on your brothers best friend.” Anna laughed and lifted up her bottle “Than cheers!” “Cheers!” Samantha laughed out and took a sip from her bottle. “And did you know, that my brother and Johnny had a band?” Samantha laughed out again. “No Way! He never told me!” Anna opened up her eyes in disbelief. “Yeah! They had a Ska-punk band!” Samantha explained amused. “They called themselves the Skinhedoinst. My brother on the vocals and Johnny played bass.” “No Way! Johnny can't play bass!” Anna laughed. “That was the point! My brother ain't a singer anyhow!” Samantha took another sip from her cider. “They only had one gig, where they got booed off the stage! The worst concert I had ever seen!” The girls laughed out loudly. Samantha hat to hold her crotch, laughing nearly to hard. They were both in an hilarious mood. “Don't pee your pants again Samy!” Anna giggled “Don't worry! I won't!” Samantha replied, “ I got myself under control!” “Yeah.. I saw that!” Anna laughed out loudly and took another sip. “Hey! You nearly wet yourself too, so you better keep silent.” Samantha replied laughing. “ And I could hold myself much longer than you under fair conditions.” “No Way!” Anna laughed challenging, “You wouldn't stand a chance - at all!” “Big Talk for a small girl like you, Anna” Samantha replied provocative, “ I Would make you cry... trough your pants.” “Erm... You ain't taller than me, Samy?” Anna shook her head smiling. “But I don't want to see you standing in a puddle all sobbing and whimpering.” “I guess someone is scared?”Samantha smiled devilish and imitating a chicken “A scared little chicken?” “All right!” Anna replied resolutely, “You got your competition!” Anna stood up and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, she came back with some bottles of water, cider and beer. At first they finished their cider, then they both emptied a whole bottle of water... followed by a bottle of Heineken beer... After all this hydration it was just a question of time, for the pressure to build up on the girls bladders. And when they had finished their beer, they both felt a pretty urge to pee. Anna crossed her legs tightly and glanced at the bottle of cider, that was still standing on the table. “Do you already despair, Anna?” Samantha put on a forced smile. “You better give up.” “No way, I could drink another bottle.” Anna lied, “ I still feel nothing.” “Me too!” Samantha replied cheeky. But the dark toned beauty could also feel her bladder filling up quickly. “So the rule is, that no one is allowed to use the toilet..?” Anna declared with a bit pressed voiced, “When one had an accident. The other one is allowed to use the potty. That means, I can go to the toilet after you soaked your jeans.” “Dream on.” Samantha replied and crossed her legs tightly, rubbing her knees together. She wasn't feeling comfortable anymore. But Anna was rubbing her legs together too. It was obvious, that despite there big talk, both girls had to pee real bad. “Let's drink the cider. Standing up. I don't want you to ruin my couch!” Anna declared defiantly and stood of, opening the bottles. “I can already hear you crying.” Samantha replied, “You're going down. Like the dutch fleet in the Battle of Camperdown..” While the girls drank their last bottle of cider, they both started a desperate pee pee dance. Both girls were stepping from one foot towards the other, while pressing there legs tightly together. Anna was the first who pressed her hand at her crotch. Samantha was clapping with her hand a beat of desperation on her juicy ass cheek, biting her upper lip nervously, watching her opponent tensed. “ Guess someone is about to leak!” Samantha smiled victorious, watching Anna squirming heavily and pressing her hand on her crotch. It was seriously looking bad for Anna. “Guess you must be talking about yourself.” Anna replied resolved. Anna fought back another wave of desperation and emptied her bottle. Samantha looked down at her own bottle and drank another sip. She should keep it calm, she expected Anna to loose it every minute, so she just had to hold on for a little longer. So she drank her bottle sip after sip. Anna was really in big trouble. Another wave of desperation hit her bladder with full force. Tears of despair filled her eyes, when she felt the first drops leaving into her pink panties. Samantha watched her with growing confidence. “Did you wet yourself, small Anna?” Samantha said with an winning smile. “I guess I won?” “No way..” Anna took away the hand from her crotch, and luckily no wet patch was showing on her light blue jeans. But Anna was dangerously close to having an accident. “See? Not wet at all.” Samantha giggled, she was sure, that this would end soon enough and she even relaxed her pelvic muscles a bit. She grinned confidently. “Don't you cry Anna! Just let it go..! I told you, you were about to cry through your pants!” Samantha laughed out loud. But in that moment of seemed victory and pride, Samantha just sealed her doom. She laughed too hard and felt a small spurt, just a few droplets escaping into her panties. She panicked and tried to clench her bladder muscles. Which caused her bladder to cramp heavily. She gasped painfully, pressing her hand at her crotch. Tears rushed into her eyes, while she had to helplessly suffer another spurt of pee escaping into her panties, soaking her white underwear completely. She could feel the fabric of her jeans dampening under her fingers, causing a wet patch to appear on her pink jeans. “Ohh..! Ohh! Guess you lost?” Anna looked alarmed at Samantha's pants. “Take away your hands, Samy!” “No..!” Samantha replied, hoping that no wetness was showing on her skintight pink jeans. She took a way her hands and felt a chilling terror, when she saw the small wet patch between her legs. But when she took away her hands, her bladder was loosening again. Another spurt escaped, causing the wet patch to grow. Anna smiled winningly, while Samantha cried out loud in total humiliation. “No this..! this can't be happening!” Samantha's eyes were filled with tears of despair. She was soo close to winning... “How Could this had happened!?” And while Samantha cried out in despair and humiliation, she totally lost control of her bladder. The warm piss was pouring out of her, flooding her panties and soaking her pink jeans. Her hot ass was soaked within seconds, while the flood of her pee spread everywhere. Even she wore some high rise jeans, the wetness nearly reached up to her waist. The dark toned beauty was moaning in despair, while her pee was pouring down her legs and pooling around her feet. “This..! Can't be happening!” Samantha replied in disbelief, while still a small river run down her slim legs. “Because someone peed herself like a little schoolgirl.. I am allowed to use the toilet, like grown up woman!” Anna announced with a winning smile and hurried herself towards the bathroom. She already felt another drip escaping in her damp pink panties. Anna rushed into the bathroom and quickly pulled down her jeans. She could feel a small stream leaking and soaking her panties. So she just jumped on the toilet, without taking off her pink boyshorts. The pee was forcefully splashing trough her panties into the bowl... She felt like she was peeing for minutes, while she felt her panties getting drenched with her warm urine. “Ahhh....:!” Anna sighed in relief. But then she realized, that she had peed all over her panties. She couldn't let Samantha get to know this, or else her victory would be undone. So she took of her drenched pink panties and wring them out over the toilet, wrapped an old towel around them and threw it into the clothes basket. Afterwards she put her jeans back on, without any panties underneath it. It felt a bit odd, but it was much better than letting Samantha now about her mishap. When Anna came back into the living room, Samantha had already grabbed a rag from the kitchen, to clean up her mess. “Do you got some spare pants, Samy?” Anna asked her with a smile. “We got a washing machine, if you want to clean up your stuff.” “I got some spare pants with me, yeah..” Samantha looked up to her, still humiliated. “ But I would use your washing machine and your shower, if I could..” Anna felt really pity for her, it looked like she was really taking hard on her accident. “Hey Samy, may it was a stupid idea... I won't tell anyone.. I promise.” Anna said compassionate, “ We are still friends, Are we?” “Of Course we are!” Samantha replied and started giggling again, “ But you're not going to talk you out of a revenge! Next time, you will get down!” Both girls laughed for a while. And while Samantha took a shower, Anna was cleaning up the wet clothes... Samantha's and her own...
Part 14 A few month had passed.. When Johnny came home this evening, Anna was sitting in the living room. She was reading a book about anatomy, studying for her exam next week. When Johnny walked in, she smiled warmly. “Hey Johnneeeey!” she giggled, “You got a letter from the University. It's a heavy one, guess you got expelled? May they closed up your faculty, because History is just, well... … Boring..?” “Yeah.. and sport-science is like the most amusing and essential thing ever, right?” Johnny replied with a smile, stepping towards her and giving her a kiss for a greeting. “ Where is the letter...?” “Here it is!” Anna smiled and gave him a heavy white envelope, “ Tell me what it is, will you?” “Yeah sure...” Johnny opened up the reading the content obviously surprised, “ It's from Professor van P. …. Modern History and International Politics... That's strange..” “So? What is it?” Anna asked him curious “Uhh.. Well.. did you remember the excursion? To Leopoldstad? Kinshasa, Dom.Rep. Kongo?” Johnny seemed to be confused. “He was forming a team to investigate newly opened files about the Kongo-Crisis and the mercenaries who took Bukavu, remember? I applied for it last year..” “I think you told me...” Anna replied, “ So... They want you for the research team? You're not even in an advanced semester..” “Yeah... I am surprised myself but... He want me for his team..” Johnny lifted his eyebrow and continued reading.. “ Two Month... Flight and housing fully paid... I would even count as a scientific employee.. Due my special qualifications, I will receive an extra payment... There must be a mistake..” “Why?” Anna asked him and put her book aside. “Because I seriously got no special qualifications. I mean... No special language skills, No Experience, I have never been in Africa... So why special qualifications?” Johnny thought loudly. “ It must be a mistake..” “Your German is quiet good, Johnny!” Anna said smiling. “Seriously? Prof. Van P. graduated in Heidelberg... I guess he wouldn't need my knowledge in German..” Johnny still seemed confused.” and before you ask... I really doubt, that they need my Hebrew skills, which are... seriously non existing.” “Have you ever worked in an archive?” Anna asked him thoughtful “Hmm.. No, never. Just in a warehouse, but that's not counting. I just had two curses by Prof. Van P. .. I mean, I was quiet good, but... that good? Why isn't he mentioning these 'special qualifications'?” “Maybe he's gay and just wanted a hot boy in his team?” Anna giggled. “Some tough and rude one..?” “Nope. He is married for twenty years and got two daughters. I doubt, that this is the point.” Johnny smiled a bit. “.... Wow! Damn'it! The trip will start in 6 weeks. And I have to undergo a malaria vaccination. I don't know if I am going to do that... a two month trip..? Damn it..” “But you won't get another chance like this, will you?” Anna smiled warmly, “ I guess it will be tough, but you can survive two month without me.” “ Yeah I hope so... But you're right.. There won't be a second chance like this... and the reputation is really good. I guess... I will sign in!” Johnny smiled widely, “ And what are you doing? Learning again?” “Ohh Hell Yeah! It's still 2 Month till the exam, but I am freaking out already.” Anna shook her head wildly, “ It's the pure horror. Like over 50% fail this test.” “As long, as you won't wet our bed again, it's all right.” Johnny giggled. “Again, you're just too nervous... grow some self-confidence. You're one of the best students, a strong woman and really smart. So stop being scared by a stupid sheet of paper. Did I mentioned that you're smoking hot..?” “You are seriously a crawler.” Anna laughed happily, “ But good to know, that at least you believe that I can pass. I am not so sure about it. I guess I should get back to studying..” “..Yeah.. and I got to do this check list... Malaria vaccination... where do I get this..? The hospital?” Johnny went trough the list.. “ Aw I got to get a visa..? He should told me earlier... 6 Weeks are much to less time..” Johnny mumbled, while he went out of the door... -A Few weeks later...- Anna was sitting at a large table at a room in the university. Next to her was her colleague Fiona , a tall and fit, strawberry blonde girl. Like Anna, she studied sport-science and had to pass this stupid anatomy test. On the other side of the table sat Marvin. Marvin was the nerdiest guy ever. Tall, skinny and simply nerdy. He had these large glasses, a braces and no sense of stile at all. “Sooo.... Any questions to the last topic, girls?” Marvin slurred. “No... I guess we're through... Thanks Marv.” Anna replied with a friendly smile. “So your boyfriend is in Africa? “ Fiona turned over to Anna and asked curious. “That sounds cool.” “Yes, yesterday he flight from Amsterdam to Kinshasa...” Anna replied smiling and giggling. “I am a bit excited. You know? It's the first time he went away for soo long.. and its Africa..” “Ohh that's soo cool!” Fiona giggled, “Aren't you a bit jealous? I am!” “Ladies!” Marvin slurred in harshly, “We're not here for girl-talk! It's a learning group! And as you may not know, the last years failure rate was 64%. You should take this seriously.” “We do Marv. But were doing this for hours. Can't we just make a break?” Anna asked limply. She was really exhausted. “Ladies! Seriously... ! The test is next week, so you should stick to the content.” Marv slurred relentless, “You know.. this test is so hard, some students even wet there pants during it!” “Pff.. No Way!” Fiona replied. “I have never seen that! You are just trying to scare us.” “No seriously. I oversee this test like seven times now. And nearly every time, I saw at least two students with wet pants.” Marvin claimed, “Once a student even crapped himself.” “Was that.. you, Marv?” Anna giggled. “Hahaha! I would believe this!” Fiona laughed out loudly. “No. In most cases, girls wet themselves. Like... 8 out of 10.” Marvin replied. “They sit in a puddle and start crying. Do you want this to happen to you?” “Seriously Marv...! This is total nonsense. 8 out of 10? Never!” Anna laughed unbelieving, “Maybe one student in 7 times.. but.. No! Never!” “Yeah! Marvin is lying! Just trying to scare us!” Fiona giggled. “But we should get back to Anatomy, right?” Marvin slurred grumpy. “ We could make a bet. If I am right and two students wet themselves, Fiona got to kiss me.” “Why me?! Urgs! ” Fiona asked in disgust, “Why not Anna?” “'Cause her boyfriend is creepy...” Marvin replied a bit scared. “Like I would need Johnny to beat you up, Marv.” Anna grinned. “Well.. if you're that sure about it, why not Fiona?” Marvin slurred and giggled wildly. “Then... okay! But if you're not right you.... “ Fiona mused heavily.. “Then you have to walk in High-Heels over the campus!” “ohoo!” Anna giggled.” In a dress?” “Okay! You got yourself a deal, Lady!” Marvin slurred with an evil smile... The exam day...- Anna was really nervous. Again she couldn't sleep during the last few days. She was a wreck. And with Johnny somewhere down in Africa, her calming influence was gone. When she went into the hall, her hands was shaking and she could feel the cold sweat of fear running down her back. In the hall were like 150 or 200 students... it was loud and crowded. Anna felt her stomach cramping. She felt like, she was about to puke. She quickly walked towards her place and sat down. She tried to breath slowly, calming herself. It worked, so she tried to focus on the test, breathing in and out... In and out.. A few moments later Fiona arrived and took the seat right next to her. “Are you alright?” Fiona asked concerned. “You look a bit pale, Anna..” “I am just nervous. I mean, freaking nervous..” Anna replied with a shaking voice. “Please.. do me a favor and don't wet yourself. I Don't wanna kiss Marvin.” Fiona tried to smile, but was seriously nervous by herself. “This is not funny, Fiona..”said Anna silently. “Don't worry.. I am freaking nervous myself.. and these two cups of coffee didn't help at all..” Fiona joked nervously. When the hall was filled up to nearly the last seat and the bell was ringing, a young man stepped up in front. Anna knew him, he was a Doctor. A really strict man, with no humor or sympathies. “All right everyone! Open the envelope and take out your tests. You got 2 hours from now on. Cheating will not be tolerated. If you got caught cheating, you have to give up your papers at once. It will count as a failure.” The man said. “ If You fail, there will be no second chance this year. You have to participate next year again. There are only to tries doing this test.” Anna opened the envelope and took out the sheets. Multiple choice tests along 8 pages. Anna grabbed her pen and got started. She focused herself on the questions, reading them closely and making her crosses well-considered. The stupid thing on a multiple choice test is, that you got multiple choices. Anna was quiet sure about her answers, but sometimes she got the feeling, that she may missed a right answers. Sometimes the difference between the right and the wrong answer, was just tiny. During the first half hour, there was like dead silence in the hall. Just the scratching from pens on paper. But then, out of a sudden, the man in front, 'Dr. Overseer' jumped off his seat, stepping quickly trough the hall. “You!” He pointed out a girl in the fifth line. “You take your papers and come out.” Even if Anna sat three lines behind her, she could see the girl getting pale in terror. Everyone was silent. She packed her stuff and went to the man. “Show me your Papers. Now.” said the man roughly and took away her papers.” Aha. Crib. Go to my table. I caught you cheating.” The small young girl went towards the table and waited in front of the whole hall. She was wearing some burgundy colored corduroys, a white blouse and a sweat vest over the blouse. She had curly blond hair and a some black nerdy classes. She looked nervously to the oversee, shaking in fright. May she was in her first semester, she looked a bit like a prig. When the man turned towards her, she went pale. “Your Name? This test will count as a failure for you. You will get a Notification of this incident by mail. There will be an entry in your record!” the man said with an angry and loud voice, like he was making an example on the poor girl.”I am very disappointed!” “That's hard..” Anna mumbled, “ He shouldn't make her cry..” “Aww no...” Fiona replied with a compassionate look, “... She is not only crying..” “What do you... ohhh no...” Anna looked to the girl pitying “ Ohh.. not in front of everyone..” The girl stood there, right in front of everyone, may getting the worth balling-out in her whole life. Tear filled her eyes, her body was shaking, it was obvious that she tried to fight it back.. but she couldn't help it. The cord fabric of her pants was darkening at her crotch. The girls face turned to a lighter shade of pale. It didn't took long for the first students to discover her accident and some giggling broke the silence. But the Dr. Overseer, like Anna decided to call him, didn't quit his raging after he saw the poor girl starting to have an accident. He even got more angry. “You ain't a toddler, are you?” he barked loudly. “If you're old enough to cheat, you should be old enough to take responsibility for it. I am really done with people who try to cheat and play all innocent, when they got busted. I am sick and tied of these crybabies, like you.” While he was shouting at the girl, the wetness on her pants was still growing. The cord fabric soaked in all the wetness, so the patch wasn't that big. But still it was clearly visible for everyone. When Dr. Overseer was finally done with his raging, the wetness was already spread down her left leg down to her knee. She turned to the door and hurried outside, sobbing and silently crying. When she run out, Anna thought, that there was slightly browned spot on the back of her pants. “Ohh no... She didn't... ? Did She..?” Anna silently asked towards Fiona. “That's horrible.. I think she really did..” Fiona whispered in disbelief, “ that.. poor girl..” “If Dr. Overseer is always such an asshole, I wouldn't wonder if Marvin was right..” Anna replied whispering.” I am so glad to wear black pants..” “Don't make jokes about this, will you?” Fiona whispered nervously, “ I am really freaking out right here.. These questions are soo fucking difficult...” “What's with the chatting?!” Dr. Overseer shouted from the front. “FINAL WARNING, for you two!” Anna and Fiona shrieked in fear. That guy was a serious asshole. So Anna turned her focus back to her papers. Working trough every question after another.. She totally lost her perception for time and for anything else.. She was at the last Page, when the man in front was shouting again. “Only ten more minutes..!”he shouted “ Get finished. You wont get overtime!” “Shit” Anna mumbled and hurried to finish the last questions. She may started to panic a bit, but she had to admit, that she was really good in time. “No...No..” She heard a frantic whisper from the side. Anna looked back to Fiona, who was close to tears right now. Her finger were shaking, her skin pale, her knees shivering wildly. Anna squinted to Fiona's Papers and felt a slight shock, when she saw, that her friend wasn't nearly finished. “Anna... Iam not nearly finished.. “ Fiona whispered in panic. “ I am not going to pass... I will.. I will fail for sure.” They had luck, that some students were already leaving, so he didn't realize the chatting. But Anna was nervous, she already had a strike. That guy was an asshole and they were in target. She looked back to Fiona. Tears were running down her cheeks and dropping on her papers. Anna heard a slight dribbling. Anna opened her eyes in disbelief and watched Fiona's white jeans getting wet. “No.. common..” Anna whispered in disbelief. “Don't pee .. your pants..! That won't help anyhow..” But Fiona couldn't help. The pee was running down her legs, dribbling off her seat and pooling under her. She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Anna couldn't belief, that her friend was having a serious wetting accident in a crowded hall. She felt like she had to do something, so she quickly grabbed Fiona's sheets. And in record time, she filled in the answers. And just when the bell was wringing, she tossed the sheets back on Fiona's desk. Anna looked around and no one had noticed anything. Anna sighed “That was close.” Dr. Overseer walked trough the lines and took away the sheets from every student. Some tried to fill in answers till the last seconds. “Time is Up!” the angry man said and took it away. When he came towards Anna and Fiona, he took the sheets and looked shortly at Fiona's wet lap, shaking his head displeased. The girls waited till the hall was empty, before they stood up. Anna gave her jacket to Fiona. “Put it around your waist.... May no one will notice.” Anna tried hard to cheer her up. “I looked over your answers.. I got pretty much the same..” “Really?” Fiona took the jacket, her ass was soaked and her black underwear was visible trough the soaked white jeans cloth.”Thanks Anna, for... for everything.” “Yeah.. lets just hope, that Marvin ain't around.” Anna smiled and hugged her lightly. “Ohh that would be terrible. I don't want to kiss that geek.” Fiona giggled “you don't like his braces?” Anna started giggling too. “No Way!” Fiona replied. But just when they went out of the hall, they stood right in front of Marvin. “Ahh there you are!” Marvin slurred, “ I Just wanted to know how well it went..!” “Very Well, thanks to your learning group! But we really need to hurry right now... so” Anna replied and tried to shove Fiona past him. “Yeah.. Thanks Marv.. and.. see you next time!” “Wait a second?!” He replied with his slurring voice. “I didn't forget our bet!” “Yeah.. You lost, but were not that evil minded, so....” Anna tried to avoid more talking. “I don't think so..” He giggled winningly. “May you turn around Fiona?” “No.. ?” Fiona replied whimpering. “Common! You called me a liar! Where is your big mouth now..?” Marvin slurred “Alright..” Fiona loosened the jacket, so that wet bag of her white jeans was showing and turned around. “Are you happy now? I pissed myself.” Fiona's crotch and legs were slightly wet, but because she was sitting wile having an accident, her ass was soaked. “Hehe! So I guess I'll get a kiss?” Marvin giggled happily. “ But I didn't expect one of you to wet themselves...” “But it is, like that.. I panicked and... pissed myself.” Fiona replied humiliated. “Now I got to kiss a Hobgoblin.” “Hey.. if it is such an agony for you... I won't force you..” Marvin said hurt. “I know I am nerdy.. and you're some hot sporty girls...” “Ohh Common Marvin, don't play the rejected nerd.” Anna rolled her eyes. “It's not like I helped you to pass this exam...” Marvin said mournful.”..without getting nothing..” “You got paid from the university...!” Fiona replied “.. But alright, you really helped us. Since we had a bet.. you will get your kiss.” So Fiona bent over to give him a kiss on his cheek. But Marvin turned his head and gave her an intensive kiss on her lips. “URGS! Marvin!” Fiona shouted angrily. “That's gross!” Marvin giggled wildly and run off. “See you next semester!” he giggled “Urgs... that was seriously gross..” Fiona grumbled. “ I really hope that we passed that test. I don't want to go in his stupid learning group again.” Fiona bent the jacket around her waist again and the girls left the building together. They were both happy,that this horrifying exam was finally over..Even if Fiona peed herself doing it..
Kinshasa, a few days later. Johnny was lying in a hammock, in the shadow of an old hotel. The African sun was burning, so he was quiet happy, to have a shadow place as shelter. Finally, they got there Internet running. Some technical stuff they brought wasn't working, so Leroy had to get a replacement. It took a while to get it, but now Johnny could Skype, while laying in a hammock. The screen was shivering, when he got connected with Anna back home. Johnny felt happy to see her face again, even if it was a bit blurry and on the small screen of his laptop. “Hey Honey!” Anna smiled “Are you alright?” “Yeah... Right now it feels like a vacation..” Johnny smiled. “We couldn't get to the archive today, so we got a free Friday.” “Why not?” Anna asked giggling. “ I don't get it at all..” Johnny shook his head. “ The Professor just told us, that we won't get to the archive today... I am not unhappy to be honest..” “So what is your work, Johnny?” Anna asked interested. “Well I got to transcribe some letters... Quiet interesting, seriously. Most letters are from European or South African mercenaries, written during the crisis. Other are from Belgian soldiers...” Johnny explained. “But my 'special qualifications', made me the driver. I got to drive the shuttle bus.” “What?! You drive a shuttle bus?! In a totally unknown city?” Anna was perplex, “How? Why?” “We got a guide, his name is Leroy and he is a local. But for some reason, Prof. Van P. wanted a driver with special qualifications...” Johnny grinned, “Do you remember that I made these qualification courses a few years ago? Driving International and that I got a license to drive a shuttle?” “Yes, you got them paid from your employer, right?” Anna remembered. “Yeah. Seems like they finally pay off! Sometimes it's good to be a scrounger...!” Johnny laughed amused. “What about the team?” “Yeah the team..” Johnny smiled again, “there is Prof. Van P. and four assistants. At first there is Leroy, our guide. He's the coolest guide ever. Without him we would be lost here in Kinshasa. I guess he knows every place. It's one of the biggest cities in Africa and there is Brazzaville on the other side of the Congo river. Then there is Astrid. She's quiet nice, can speak fluidly six languages and it's nice working with her. The second student is Vivienne, she's some bitchy swot. She is really good in international politics and so on, but.. hell she's annoying. Yeah... and Prof. Van P. … well it's the Professor, right? Strict and not very humorous, but not unfair..” “Sounds like a good team?” Anna smiled. “Except for Vivienne.. Or Vivienne the Unnerving, like we already call her. Even the Professor is annoyed.” Anna giggled. “That's mean! But Johnny? I got some work to do...Call you later, right? I miss you” “I miss you too, Honey” Johnny replied and turned his laptop off. He put it aside and closed his eyes. It was getting close to evening, but still it was quiet hot and muggy. Johnny was relaxing in his Hammock, when he heard some footsteps getting closer. “Hey Johnny!” said a deep smooth voice. “What' ya doing?” Johnny turned around and saw Leroy. A tall and sturdy man, with a skin like ebony, a clean shaved head and a full black beard. He was in his late twenties and a really good looking guy, with a friendly and chilled attitude. He was playing as a drummer in a reggae band and he was real smooth and cool, his deep voice was filled with soul. “Hey Johnny, wanna go out? I know a nice bar around.. they play good music.” Leroy asked with his open smile. “Yeah.. Why not.. It's our free day, isn't it?” Johnny smiled and jumped out of the hammock. “Great! Astrid is already waiting.” Leroy turned around and walked around the old ratty Hotel. “As long its just Astrid..” Johnny smiled. Astrid was really cool... And the was a real hottie. When Johnny walked around the Hostel, Astrid was already waiting at the streets. She was seriously hot. She had some long blonde dreadlocks, piercings on her nose and her eyebrow and some nice tattoos all over her hot body. Not only she was hot, she was also cool, tough and very intelligent. But the most adorable thing was, that she knew exactly what she wanted. And her stile was pure anarchy, she was just Astrid. She wore heavy boots, some short red hot-pants and a short black t-shirt, which showed her tattooed hip and her pierced belly button. Johnny couldn't prevent staring for some moments. “Damn...” he mumbled silently towards Leroy. “Do you got something to say, Ephraim ?” Astrid asked sharply “Wow... No?” Johnny replied “Then lets go!” Astrid grinned. They had to walk a while, because there Hostel was outside of the city. So they walked around 20 minutes. Then they reached a Bar named 'Okapi Bar'. When they went inside, there was a Band playing some smooth music, with a lot of drumming. The people where dancing and after a few moments, Leroy had already ordered a drink. It didn't seemed to be that much of a difference to any other dance bar. According to Leroy, this was the place were the local youth was meeting and in somewhat like an upper class district, there was no more danger than somewhere else. Even in one of the biggest cities in the world. They kept dancing, dancing and drinking, till it was close to midnight. Even Astrid had a lot of drinks and were dancing with Leroy or Johnny, they all were enjoying this. Specially Leroy and Johnny, because well... Astrid was quiet a dancer. After a few drinks, Astrid finally stopped calling Johnny with his real name Ephraim. “Aww Shit!” Leroy said worried. “Johnny, Astrid..! It's getting late! They close up the Hotel around 1 AM. So we got to hurry back home. Or else the Professor is going to get angry.” “Ohhh No..!” Astrid rolled her shiny blue eyes. “That stupid rules.. It's our free day and still we got to get back that early.” But they knew, how strictly the Professor was with the rules, so they left the bar and head back to the hotel. On the way they stopped at a small 24h shop to buy some beer. When they finally arrived at the Hotel, they still had 4 bottles left. “Do you wanna get inside, Leroy?” Johnny asked “ There is a table-football in the 'party room'” “Sorry Johnny, I am not allowed. And when they close down the doors, I couldn't get out again.” Leroy laughed. “I don't wanna be trapped in your shitty Hotel. But I'll meet you tomorrow! Bye Johnny and Bye Astrid. … Yeah Astrid... You're quiet a dancer...!” “Thanks Leroy!” Astrid giggled slightly tipsy.. “See you tomorrow!” “Bye Leroy!” Johnny smiled and waved his hand “Thanks for the beer and the nice evening!” While Leroy was leaving, Astrid and Johnny hurried inside, before they would close up the doors. “Damn it..! It's just 1 AM and we still got beer left..” Johnny grumbled “So lets get into that great Party Room and play some table-football.” Astrid proposed and took two bottles of beer, and even before Johnny could answer, she went down the stairs towards the party room. “Do you even know how to play?” Johnny followed her with a smile. He felt a bit tipsy too. It was a bit surprising for him, that a girl could keep up with him, when it came to drinking. But Astrid was different. And that's what made her so pleasant. “Let's say the looser will pay the winners lunch for the next week?” Astrid grinned and walked towards the table-football. “You're rich then? Well if you got soo much money, that you wanna squander it.. Alright!” Johnny smiled and stepped on the other side of the table. They weren't playing very long, just long enough for everyone to finish another bottle of beer, and Johnny was in lead with 7:1 goals. But then, Johnny got distracted. He realized, that Astrid was crossing her legs a bit. It looked like she was desperate to pee. Johnny couldn't help to watch her squirming. “Hey Astrid, is everything wrong?” Johnny asked her kindly “ You can... well take a break if you need to.” “Why? Am I distracting you?” Astrid replied smiling, “Do you like to see girls in need to pee?” “Hey... I just thought you could need a break..” Johnny replied and tried to avoid this topic. “Ohh guess I am right, hmm?” Astrid smiled. “let's keep on playing!” But Johnny couldn't focus on the game. Every time he tried to attack, Astrid moaned loudly and was squirming visibly. It was like, she was purposely distracting him. She rubbed her crotch against the table-football and moaned again. Johnny couldn't help but watch her desperation and....KLING! 7:2! “Aww what?!” Johnny was totally surprised. “Watch out for the game, Johnny?” Astrid smiled “Or are you distracted?” “Just, take a break okay..?” Johnny tried to avoid staring again. “You really seemed desperate” “Oh.. And that's turning you on, isn't it?” Astrid smiled and moaned even more loudly and with more pleasure. “You like that, don't you?” Another KLING- Sound. “3:7! Hope you like paying for my lunch, Johnny!” Astrid smiled wickedly again. Johnny couldn't let her win with that kind of dirty play, so he tried hard to focus on the game again, ignoring her moans. And soon he was in charge again. But when he was about to score another goal, Astrid bend over the table, grabbed her crotch and moaned loudly. She bit her lip and her body was shivering. Johnny couldn't help but watch her hand grabbing the red fabric of her hot pants. “Awww...” She whispered lecherous, “ I think I leaked a bit into my panties..” KLING! 7:4! Johnny was so distracted, that she could easily score a goal with one hand, while she was holding herself with the other one. When she took away her hand from her crotch, there was a small damp stain showing between her legs. Johnny could feel his dick getting hard and it was showing trough his cargo shorts. “Ohh... I guess someone is enjoining this?” Astrid grinned and watched the bulge on his pants.”hrmm.. Not bad..” “Hey, Sorry Astrid..!” Johnny mumbled. He was a real rebel, who wouldn't step back from a fight, but this situation was making him sweat. “I've got a girlfriend....and this ain't good.” Another clinging sound and Astrid scored the 7:5. “So I won, tough boy?” She smiled. “This isn't fair-play you know...?” Johnny couldn't help but watching her squirming again. And when he tried to say something, a long moan was interrupting him. Astrid grabbed the table with both hands and closed her eyes, bending her back and moaned loudly. Johnny's eyes opened in disbelief, when he saw the wetness growing on the red fabric of her shorts. Then a large stream was spreading down her long tattooed legs and filled her shoes and formed a pool around them. The wetness was forming a large dark patch on her red hot pants. “oh... Holy Shit...” Johnny stumbled backwards, but couldn't get his eyes away from that stream, that was running down Astrids legs, that warm piss pouring into her pants. His dick was pulsating inside of his pants. That couldn't be happening, he was horny like hell. But that girl.. wasn't his girlfriend. She may was stunning and hot, but she wasn't Anna. But he couldn't get away, it was just to fascinating, to hot at all. When her stream finally stopped, she unbuckled her shorts and took them off. Johnny, that big mouthed tough guy, couldn't even move, he was just stunned by the view. He tried to focus on something else, but these panties.. A white thong with black laces, all soaked... And she was moving herself closer to him. “Hey Astrid.. “ Johnny tried to protest. “Seriously.. this is seriously hot but, we can't do that. I am loyal..” But despite his protest, Astrid just grabbed his crotch, clasping his dick trough his pants. He was really ecstatic already, but her thumb rubbing his dick was just overwhelming. “Seriously... stop it..” he moaned, he really tried to shove her away, but this overpowering pleasure paralyzed him. He may tried hard to stay loyal, but his body couldn't resist no longer. After some heavy waves of pure pleasure, he couldn't prevent it...and just came... “ohhh... “ Astrid smiled wickedly. “Do you know what my fetish is..? I love to make tough boys like you blush. That really turns me on, when you're under my control.. But since you are loyal... and.. well... you're already done.. I will get my pleasure myself.. without you, Johnny. I hope your girlfriend is worth this..” Astrid turned around, grabbed her soaked shorts and head back to stairway, leaving Johnny all confused and with a large cum-stain on his pants.
"Mr. Ben Haim?” Johnny heard a mens voice behind him, but didn't react. “Mr. Ben Haim, I am talking to you!” the voice became louder, but Johnny didn't react. “Mr. Ephraim Ben Haim.... Are you deaf?” the voice sounded angrily. “Johnny, for gods sake?!” “hrmm?! What?!” Johnny took the earphones and turned around, “Sorry? Oh Professor! Whats wrong? Can I help you?” “Yes. Make yourself ready for a weekend trip.” the Professor replied. The Professor was a tall slim man, with short gray hair and some old golden glasses. Even in african heat, he wore a suit or at least a white shirt and vest. He seemed cold and strict, but despite is appearance, he was quiet a nice man. “A Weekend-Trip? Like vacation ?” Johnny replied in confusion. “No ! Not like vacation. We got invited to a symposium.. It will be a 4 Days Trip. And you will wear a suit, do you understand?” the Professor gave him a serious look. “We are going to Lubumbashi, Katanga. We will leave on Saturday morning. We will drive in a convoy.” “Lubumbashi? It's on the other side of the country! Why?” Johnny didn't wanted to drive trough the whole land... “Because we got invited by some seriously important persons. It's the hard live of a historian to get his projects financed. And they got some files in Lubumbashi, that may could be useful. “ The Professor replied. “I don't want you to look neglected and none of your tattoos shall be shown. I already had this discussion with Astrid, I wont negotiate about it. Got a problem with this?” “Well... No..? But.. I can't drive on Sabbath!” Johnny replied with a smile. “Or I need extra charge?” “Seriously? Did you find your faith during the last week?” The Professor smiled slightly. “I thought getting drunk on Sabbath isn't allowed too? And Cheeseburger... well... are they kosher, Ephraim?” “Hey Hey! It was just a joke, Professor!” Johnny laughed out, “ It's alright for me. But I don't get it, why we wont fly. Four days for a symposium is quiet a lot.. Lubumbashi got a airport, does it?” “An international Airport. But the Universities won't pay for the flight. … And I pay you for being a driver right? So stop joking. I don't need you as a comedian. And by the way, if I would need one, I would get Jerry Seinfeld.” “Seinfeld ain't dead? That old fart ain't even funny.” Johnny replied with a smile. “To be honest, I was always a fan... And... Jerry Seinfeld is my age... Thanks Mr. Ben Haim.” the Professor didn't seemed much amused.” Two Days! You got two days, to get ready..!” The Professor turned around and left. Johnny grabbed his earphones and plugged them in again. “Damn... Lubumbashi.. … Its over a day ride..” Johnny shook his head. Two days later, they loaded the bus with their stuff. It was early that morning, still dark outside. Johnny was terribly tied, when they get into the bus. Leroy and Astrid looked like zombies. But Vivienne was all groomed and already had her make up done. Her black hair was bound into a ponytail, she wore a white polo shirt and some fancy khaki shorts. The Professor was, as usual wearing a suit and was all ready to go. “Damn... that sucks, I am dead...” Johnny turned towards Leroy. “Were is the rest of the convoy?” “They must be here in any minute..” Leroy replied and shove his baseball cap into his face. “I will take a nap, Johnny.” Every minute turned out to be half an hour... Then two old military jeeps arrived. After another 45 minutes, they finally drove off. They drove eastwards over land. When the morning was coming up, they countryside was really green, but for hours there was no sign of a big city. One jeep was driving in front of them, the other jeep behind them. They drove trough small woods and whenever they came close to water, there was a large vegetation. They saw some wild animals and small villages, and for hours there were no bigger cities. The only break in the landscape was Kikwit, a large city with an own airport. “Why don't we fly? Seriously..” Astrid nagged “We will drive for more than a day!” “The University won't pay for this..” the professor replied. “And you will see the beauty of the landscape.” “Beauty of the Landscape..” Vivienne griped, “We saw Enoch during the last hours...” “It's a trip you only get once in your live, so enjoy it.” Leroy smiled. “But its freaking dangerous!” Vivienne replied “ We are in nowhere!” “Kikwit isn't nowhere..” Leroy smiled relaxed. “It's a big city.” “But what about rebels? I don't wanna be kidnapped!” Vivienne worried, “Seriously.. This area is save. Don't freak out for no reason! It's not like death creeps at every corner.” Leroy still smiled. “ And Katanga is the richest and most industrialized province. It's really progressive.” “But …!” Vivienne tried to answer, but there was a voice on the radio. “The guards want to make a break. There will be a change of guards. One jeep stays with us.. The other guards already finished there shift.” Leroy explained. “So we will get a break?” Astrid asked, “Will there be toilets?” “Yeah sure, it's diner, somewhere outside Kikwit.”, Leroy anwered. A few minutes later the convoy stopped at a small but tidy diner. The girls went directly to the toilet, Leroy talked with the guards, while Johnny and the professor ordered a coffee and something to eat. “You still can drive, Ephraim?” the professor asked with real concern, “I am glad to have you in the team. You're doing quite good till now.” “Thanks Professor. I am doing my best and the coffee will help.” Johnny smiled a bit. “We get a half an hour break. Until the new guards arrive. Get some rest..” the professor smiled. When Leroy and the girls came into the diner, they ordered some Coffee. But after half an hour, there were no guards showing up.. Another hour and still no jeep in sight. After two hours, finally the jeep with the new guards arrived, but the guards didn't wear uniforms. But because they were in a hurry, they drove off without suspicion “Well we need to get to Tshikapa, we got a hotel there for the night. There we will get some rest. We only got one driver, so we cant drive trough.”The professor explained. “We would be there already, when we took a plane..” Vivienne started arguing again. “We know it, you already told us.” Johnny rolled his eyes and kept driving So they drove for another hour, when there was a sound on the radio again. “Shit.. The new guards just told us, that the road is blocked, we got to take a detour.. There was a crash on a bridge, two trucks crashed into another and they lost load..” “Serious?” Vivienne huffed. “This can't be serious!” “It can take some hours, till they get the road clear again...” Leroy answered chilled. And on the next crossing, the convoy left the well build road and drove on a small trail. The driving became really rough. But when they came to a solitary place, a wrecked car blocked the road. “What the..?” Johnny raised his eyebrow, while the Soldiers in the first Jeep jumped off there car. “They are going to kidnap us! Don't stop right here!” Vivienne was freaking out “Seriously.. stop it. There is everything gonna be alright.” Leroy tried to calm her. “it's just a wrecked car on the road.. And we got four armed guards.” “S..Seriously! We got to get back to the road! I don't wanna die here!” Vivienne was shaking and nearly crying in fear. “Shut up, Vivi!” Astrid growled angry. Johnny looked into the mirror and saw the second jeep blockading the trail behind them. He lifted his eyebrow and turned towards Leroy, who was sitting next to him. “Why are they blocking the road behind us..?” Johnny asked him suspiciously. “They.. Are Doing what?!” Vivienne started to cry out. “Keep Calm...” the professor said. “How can I stay calm?! They are going to kill us..!” Vivienne replied panicking. “Seriously Vivienne.. stay calm.. nothing is going to happen.” Leroy tried to calm her down, “You make everyone else freaking out too...” “Shut the fuck up, Vivienne!” Astrid shouted angrily, “Stop whining..! You are getting on my... oh.. gross!” Astrid quickly shove herself to the next seat, away from Vivienne. “What's wrong back there?” the professor asked , not amused. “Vivienne is wetting her pants!” Astrid proclaimed in disgust. And truly, there was a visible wet patch showing on Vivienne's light khaki shorts. The wetness was glistering around her crotch and down her legs. The fabric of her shorts was darkening and soon fully soaked with her warm urine. Vivienne covered her face with her hands and sobbed silently. Slowly a puddle was forming around her but and the pee was dribbling down the seat. “Calm Down, it's alright.” Leroy tried to calm her down again, but nothing seemed to help. So he just gave her a pitying look. “Can I sit somewhere else?” Astrid asked still disgusted. She looked to Vivienne's mishap and shook her head. She never peed herself out of fear and thought, that this was quiet disgusting. A strong girl, like her would never let this happen to herself. A man stepped in front of the wrecked car. A tall man, dressed like soldier. He raised his voice and spoke some words with the guards. Leroy opened the window to understand, what they were talking about. “Leroy, what are they talking about?” the professor asked, still quiet tranquil. “Do you understand them?” “He got a strange dialect and we're far away.. but.. he is asking about the bus.” Leroy answered, listening to the talking, “He asked, if there are some scientists in the bus. War Scientist?” “How does he know... ?” The professor lifted his eyebrow and looked suspicious. “Ephraim? Start the engine.” “A trap?” Johnny asked, while he started the engine. “Get us out off here.” despite the danger they were in, the professor seemed unexited. “Everyone... get your heads down!” Johnny announced and pushed down the gas pedal. The weels were turning wild and Johnny turned the bus around quickly. They heard the man at the car shouting out loudly. The guards behind them, raised there guns, aiming for the bus. “Guess they ain't real guards...” Leroy murmured and covered his head. That was the moment, when all hell broke loose. They heard the first gunshots firing. Then screaming, more gunshots and the breaking of glass. “Keep your heads covered!” The professor shouted out loud, nearly not audible trough the terrible sounds. The rattling of assault rifles, the buzzing of bullets in the air and the breaking of glass, all mixed up with fearful screams. Johnny pushed the pedal as hard as he could and drove the bus directly towards the jeep, which was blockading the road back. “Hold tight!” he screamed, when the Bus hit the vehicle with full force. There was a heavy impact, a loud cracking and again the breaking of glass. Johnny felt the fragments of the front glass cutting deep into his skin and flesh. It was a burning pain. He grabbed the wheel and closed his eyes for a second, breathing out the pain.. The bus flipped the jeep over and shove it sideways, burring the fake guards under it. The front of the bus was heavily damaged, but it was still driving. They heard the bullets hitting the bus with a heavy pounding, piercing through the metal. But they still kept driving and soon there were no more bullets and no more screaming. Until they head back to the main road, no one said a word. “Is everyone alright?” the professor broke the silence. “Yeah... a bit shaky, but unharmed.” Leroy answered. “And you, Ephraim?” the professor bend over the seat and looked at his driver. “The broken glass gave me some cuttings, but I guess... I still can drive.” Johnny replied, his arms and face were all covered in blood and broken glass. “What about the girls?” The professor turned around. Vivienne was still crying and and sobbing panicky, she was seemingly in shock. “I am... not hit!” Vivienne replied shaking and sobbing. “How about you, Astrid?” the professor turned towards her. But Astrid didn't answer. “Astrid?” the professor asked again, “Are you alright?” “I ...” Astrid seemed to be terrified, watching down her crotch. “Are you hit?” the professor asked her with honest concern. “No..! No … I just.. pissed my shorts..” she answered subdued. Her her light blue jeans shorts were soaked, the seat under her was dripping wet. Just a few minutes ago, she mocked Vivienne for doing so, but now she was sitting in a puddle of her own pee. Astrid, strong and proud, just pissed all over her seat. “I guess in this situation, it is not reprehensible to do so...” The professor replied calmly. “But is surly no one hit? A shot in the Belly?” “No... Why?” Leroy looked around and saw no belly wounds. “The smell of feces … don't you smell it?” the professor answered and sniffed. “ So this is a belly wound or... someone just.. you know..” “Not me..” Leroy announced. “Me neither..” Johnny replied and drove onward. Astrid turned pale. She shove her hand under her butt and felt... just a warm wetness. She hadn't crapped her pants at least. She took a deep breath. She could feel the warm wetness all over her tight ass, but there was nothing else. “It wasn't me..” Astrid finally announced. “I.. soiled myself...” Vivienne cried out silently, covering her face and sobbed loudly. This time Astrid felt sorry for her. Vivienne was quiet an arrogant and overweening person, but she couldn't help to pity her. Now that Astrid had pissed herself in fear, she could understand the humiliation. And having to sit in your down in crapped pants, was one of the most terrible thinks, she could imagine. They drove back to Kikwit. The sun was going down already.. More than an hour ride back, in a wrecked bus, smelling like feces. Finally they arrived at a large police station. As soon as they drove on the parking lot, they were surrounded by policemen. Except for Johnny everyone hurried out of the bus. When the girls stepped out of it, Johnny watched them for a while. The wetness on Astrid's butt was already dried up a bit, but there was still a small wet round patch showing. Vivienne's pants had a large brown stain showing, up from her butt and down her left leg. The light fabric of her shorts was visibly browned. It was obvious, that the poor girl had crapped herself. Two police woman stood ready to guide the girls into the police station. Finally Johnny stepped out of the bus, he felt all tied, all exhausted and in pain. He was staggering, couldn't even walk straight anymore. He put himself on the first bench he could find. Despite all the trouble, the police man walking around roused, the pain from his still bleeding wounds, the broken glass sticking in his skin, he closed his eyes. Within minutes or even seconds, he fell asleep. All the pain, all the noise, everything was forgotten.... “Just some Sleep...” Johnny mumbled...
[it took a while to write the next part... Hope it is worth reading..] Part 16 A few days later somewhere in a city in Brabant... Anna was pretty restless after she heard about Johnny's injury. He had to stay in Hospital for some days. It wasn't a serious injury, but serious enough to keep Anna awake at night. The tragic was, that while she was troubled, Johnny was just making jokes about it. There was no way talking with him about it. He never took something serious, not even getting shot at somewhere far away from home. When Anna told him her concerns, he just said, that it wasn't that bad. He was making jokes, that maybe some stupid dentist tried to get a new trophy. So Anna tried to get her mind off her stupid moron-boyfriend, who was just making some stupid jokes somewhere in an African hospital, while she was nearly getting crazy. Good for Anna, she had some friends around, who always tried to sheer her up. Samy and Fiona organized a weekend-trip. Anna was packing her stuff on that sunny Friday morning, when the doorbell ring. When Anna opened the door, her friends where all dressed up in biking clothes and equipped with some stuffed bags. “Let me guess... we're going on a Bike ride?” Anna asked smiling, “You should have told me! That's great, you guys! Thank You!” “It was supposed to be a surprise, Anna!” Fiona smiled. “You got fitting clothes, right?” “Anna got clothes for every sport... in different colors and Models” Samy giggled. “ You know she is a sports-freak” “Okay then, I`ll get my stuff and we can leave.” Anna hurried into her room and grabbed her biking stuff “Take two outfits, right?” Samy shouted laughing , “We don't want a sweaty smelling Anna in our room!” “Haha! I bet you would love to smell my sweat! Because you are secretly in love with me!” Anna replied and took of her shorts an panties. She grabbed her white and blue biking shorts and Jersey and quickly pulled it over. Then she grabbed her helmet an bag and head back to the others. “Why is Anna always dressed like a professional sportswoman? I mean... seriously. Are you spending all your money on that stuff?” Fiona shook her head in disbelief “Not only her own. I guess she made Johnny pay for it!” Samy smiled. “ But he would pay, just to see her in skintight sportswear.” “Shut up, Girls!” Anna answered giggling. But she new Samy was right in some way. Johnny really liked her tight sportswear a lot. “Were are we riding?” “De Maasduinen National Park. We got our hotel in a small village close to the national park” Samy replied “ I wanted to take a ride to Germany, but Fiona thought it would be too far away.” “I just thought that 5 hours ride would be enough!” Fiona argued. “ Who need 5 hours? Even if we drive slow, we would not need more than 4 hours...” Samy shook her head and smiled. “Miss lazy pants...” “Okay I hope you got your mosquito spray... Lets ride on then” Anna was quiet euphoric, so the girls grabbed there bikes and ride on... After one and a half hours, they already passed Deurne and had around half the way done.... “Girls! Can we may stop for a second?” Fiona asked with a painful look on her face. “Whats wrong, Fio? Already exhausted?” Anna smiled and just rode on... “Noooohooo.. Its just pinching!” Fiona explained with red cheeks “What's pinching?” Sam giggled. “My Panties pinching my ass, you Hyenas!” Now Fionas cheeks where burning red. “Are you... serious? You don't wear panties underneath your bike shorts. What do you think these pads are for?” Anna laughed out loudly and pulled her bike over. Samy was laughing too. Fiona pulled her bike over, jumped off and was tugging her panties under her bright green bike shorts. “Your ass is eating up your panties?” Samy laughed out loud. “That's not funny! Its pinching since we started!” Fiona's face was deeply red “Take them off then! Why are you even wearing them anyhow?” Anna was still giggling. Seeing Fiona trying to get her panties straight was just hilarious. “No way! I am a decent girl! I am not walking around without panties.” Fiona replied embarrassed. “Or prudish? These shorts are made to be worn.... well.. do what you want to!” Anna just shook her head and mounted her bike “Can we go on then, Fio?” So the girls head on... During the rest of the ride, they had a lot of fun making jokes about Fionas pinching and nipping panties. When they finally arrived at the National park it was already past noon and the whole park was crowded by School classes from the whole area. Accept the shouting, crying and pushing around, it was quiet a nice trip. The sun was shining brightly, the weather was hot but not too sticky. The park with all its flora and fauna was really interesting. They saw a lot of different snakes, toads and birds, even a beaver. So they spend there whole evening riding and walking through the park.. When it became dusky, they decided to get to there hotel. “That was quiet interesting, wasn't it?” Fiona smiled. “Yeah! It was really nice, thanks girls!” Anna was honestly happy her friends took her on that trip. It was interesting and she could get some rest from her sorrows. “But we could get something to drink in a bar” Samy suggested. “We shouldn't ride a bike drunk!” Fiona protested. “Oh! Our prudish little Girl again!” Samy teased “ Is your Ma going to be angry?” “No.. But I am just concerned about our safety” Fiona argued a bit offended. “It's not even 2km from our Hotel... if we are too drunk to ride, we could still shove the bikes.” Anna tried to appease them. “But..!” Fiona tried to protest again. “No! No arguing anymore. Don't be such a scared little girl, Fio” Samy snapped at her roughly. A few minutes later they passed a small bar. It was quiet rustic and old fashioned. The girls went inside and took a seat in the back of the room. There only was a small group of young village boys on the other side of the room and a very old man was sitting at the counter. The girls ordered some German beer. Since the border wasn't far away it wasn't that surprising, that they had a remarkable selection of German Beer. Or maybe it was because of the landlords heritage or what ever..They thought after such a hot and exhausting day, they deserve something special. So they became a gigantic tankard of a whole liter beer. Since all three of them, weren't some trained beer killing boozer like Johnny was, they took some time to finish there first beer. They chatted and giggled until they saw one of the guys starring towards them. Some cute tall blonde guy, with a hipster beard and a really cute smile. He was obviously searching eye contact with Samy. Samy seemed to be pleased and smiled back, but in a whole hour, the guy never tried to get closer. So the girls drank there second beer all alone... “He is cute, isn't he?” Samy smiled towards the blonde guy. “Yeah... go talk to him?” Fiona giggled. “ No... I can't!” Samy replied and blushed a bit. “Don't tell me you're shy!” Anna grinned widely. “No way. But a guy should talk to the girl.” Samy answered. “Maybe he is shy?” Fiona giggled again.. After a while the bartender came with a round of Tequila. “It's from the blonde guy over there.. “ So they drank the spend Tequila and sheered towards the guys. It seemed that the other guys tried to persuade their shy friend, but without success. So the girls decided to pay and leave. It was already dark when they left the Bar.. “Is the reception still open? How do we get our keys..?” Fiona asked Samy, her cheeks where slightly red and her movements a bit shaking. “I've got a code... there is no Key..” Samy giggled, a bit tipsy. Anna was quiet happy to prop herself on her bike, because she felt quiet tipsy on her own. The girls where shoving the bikes down the main street of the small town, when they heard a voice from behind. “Excuse me! Sorry!” the blond guy was running after them. Samy turned around and smiled, the others shove there bikes aside. “Sorry.. I am Jan and.. well … I am a bit shy.. but.. I just wanted to ask your name..” “I am Samy. Nice to meet you” Samy replied with a smile, “after you invited us to a drink” “Is this going to be some serious flirting?” Fiona whispered to Anna and pressed her lips together. “Maybe... Why? He seemed nice..” Anna whispered back. “No... Nothing..” Fiona answered and bit teeth together. So Samy really did some serious flirting... But Anna noticed that Fiona was getting quiet uneasy. She was wiggling around and slightly stepping from foot to foot. Anna turned over and whispered “ Are you Okay..?” “Yeah... it's nothing...” Fiona replied shaky. “Are your panties pinching again?” Anna giggled a bit. “Noo... I just need to... you know.. need to go..” Fiona blushed a bit.” And Samy got the code...” “Okay, don't worry. I need a bathroom too... I will ask Samy for the code and we'll go ahead.” Anna wasn't lying about it. She could feel her own bulging bladder inside her. “ Samy? Can we get the code please? We.. will give you some privacy and go ahead, okay?” “Can't you wait a bit longer?” Samy rolled her eyes. “I am talking to Jan right now..” “No Samy.. really.. were all tied and a bit tipsy.. just.. give me the code, okay?” Anna replied. Samy rolled her eyes again and took a small paper out of her bag with a code written on it. “It's a bungalow hotel.. A kilometer down the main road... “ “Thanks Samy! Have fun, but don't be too late, will you?” Anna turned around and grabbed her bike. “Let's go,Fio!” “ Are you sure, we can leave her alone with that guy?” Fiona asked concerned. “Seriously?” Anna smiled a bit “Samy is tough, she could beat that guy up, if he tried anything funny... And.... I think, that you would ruin the atmosphere, peeing your shorts next to them..” “That's not funny, Anna!” Fiona gasped “ I am about to leak...!” “Keep walking.. we are almost there! I am bursting too..” Anna replied and looked at her friend with some concern. Fiona was shoving her bike with one hand, while she was already holding her crotch with the other one. She pressed her hand firmly against her green padded bike shorts. Her ass was slightly wiggling in desperation. Her strawberry blonde her was covering her tensed face. She was wearing those bright green bike shorts and a tight white sport top. With every step, her movements seemed more shaking. After some more steps, Fiona started whimpering. “I am not gonna make it... I am not gonna make it..” Fiona whimpered desperately, tears were filling up her eyes, “ I am not gonna make it....” “Stop saying that...!” Anna mumbled silently, she was in trouble herself and Fiona's mantra was not helping. The beer filled up her bladder quickly and now she was bulging and about to explode. To prevent an accident, she pushed her hand against her own crotch too. She was wearing a blue bike shorts and a blue and white cycling jersey. The fabric of her padded shorts felt a bit damped between her fingers, but she wasn't quite sure if it was sweat or if she already leaked a bit. Shoving the bike onward became more and more dreadful. “I am gonna leak... Seriously... I am about to leak..” Fiona whimpered again and again until Anna just couldn't bare it anymore. “Seriously stop it, Fiona! You're making me crazy.. I am bursting too...” Anna stopped walking ans clenched her teeth annoyed. “ Your whining doesn't help... Please stop it … Or... “ Anna stopped out of a sudden. A strong wave of desperation hit her at once. She felt all her muscles clenching and cramping. She turned pale, when she realized in pure horror, the warm wetness between her fingers, soaking trough the pad. She tried to clench her bladder muscles again to regain control, but there was no chance. The urge was just unbearable. A large stream of pee was cascading down her muscular legs and filling up her shoes. She could feel the warm wetness spreading down her legs and up to her small tight ass. Even in the dim light of the street lamp, the embarrassing wetness was visibly darkening the fabric of her blue bike shorts. When the stream subsided, there was a large puddle around her feet. Her face was red with shame. “Ohh... No... “ Anna cried out in embarrassment. “No.. no!” She shook her head in disbelief. “I wet myself..” “I.. Am Sorry, Anna..” Fionas jaw dropped down, seeing her friend uncontrollably pissing herself. “ I am really sorry.. Erm.. but.. Can.. can we move on? I … Dont want to.. You know..?” Anna just nodded and shove her bike onward again, her head was hanging down in shame. Her shoes where soaked, warm and heavy. Her shorts were all wet and the padded crotch of her bike shorts felt warm and wet on her private parts. “Let's hurry... Our Bungalow should be Number 3...” Fiona mumbled and squeezed herself tigthly. “Its.. over there! The door. Quick!” Anna just pushed the bike against the wall and hurried to the door. She looked at the paper and checked the code. Samy had a terrible handwriting “5478” She mumbled and pushed the buttons. “What..? Denied!” “What? Give me the code...” Fiona rushed to the door and snatched the paper. She was desperately jumping from one foot on the other, hammering the code into the console. “What? Denied?! She wrote down the wrong code! Shit!” Tears were running down Fionas cheeks, her face turned tomato-like red and she started whimpering. “Hey.. ! Just try it again, Fio” Anna tried to comfort her “ There is no reason to cry..” Fiona cowered her face with both hands and started to cry. “I can't hold it anymore..!” Anna looked downwards and bit her lips. With a pitiful sobbing Fiona gave up the fight. At first, there was only a small patch darkening at the crotch of Fiona's green shorts, followed by a small trickle, running down her long legs. But a few seconds later, the pee was gushing down her legs, soaking the fabric of her shorts and hitting the floor with a splashing sound. “Noo....Noo..” Fiona was sobbing, while she wet herself completely. “No... What..shall we do now..? I don't want to be seen like this..!” “I.. I don't know. I mean.. don't worry..Okay? At least you weren't the only one in wet shorts, right?” Anna tried to calm her down a bit. “Samy will be here soon, she will know the code...” “Why can't Samy even write like a normal person?” Fiona sobbed. “ I am not even sure if this is a 5..!” “Maybe it's a 6?” Anna tried to cheer her up with a smile, but her totally pissed shorts were quiet ruining her mood. She turned to the console and tried 6478 as a code and a buzzing appeared. “Accepted..?” Anna pushed the door open and started giggling and even Fiona smiled a bit. “It was a six!” “Let's lock up the bikes and get inside, before anyone sees us..” Fiona turned around and locked the bikes together. “I really need a shower..” “Me too!” Anna giggled and went inside the bungalow. “ And I will go first!” “Hope you like sharing! Because I don't wanna stay in pee stained shorts till you get yourself clean!” Fiona announced and followed her inside the bungalow. … … [Maybe there will be a second part of it, with Samy coming back and the second day.. But it will may take a while..]
[It took a while. I am not quiet happy with my english skills right now, but I hope it's still worth reading.] Part 17 ... A few hours later, the girls had taken a shower and cleaned their clothes, but there was still no sign of Samy. But Anna and Fiona were quiet sure, that nothing would have happened to their friend. Samy was pretty tough and could handle herself. So they both went to sleep after a while. Fiona slept on a folding couch in the living room, while Anna had the double bed for her own, at least till Samy would be back. Maybe it was because of the beer, but Anna found herself in a really strange dream that night. She often had seriously strange dreams, when she was drinking. It was one of those dreams, that still felt real, despite its surrealistic content. Anna dreamed, that she was walking down a long tunnel, she could clearly see a metal grid blocking the gate at the end of the tunnel. The walls where made of carved sandstone and the floor was just sand. When Anna looked down to the floor, she realized the was wearing some sandals. But no modern sandals at all. But all of her clothes were pretty strange. She was wearing sandals, blue tartan pants, a light leather vest, a oval shield, a Gaulish helmet, a sword and a spear. She was dressed like a gaulish warrior? Or at least, what she expected to be the clothing of a gaul warrior. If she would tell her dream to Johnny, he would criticized her dream for being unhistorical as Ridley Scott's Gladiator. But right now, she was a somehow Gaulish warrior walking down a dark tunnel towards the light at the end of it. When she arrived at the gate, she could hear shouting and sheering from the other side of it and saw a round sandy field on the other side of the grid. Out of a sudden the grid was lifted and gate was open. When Anna walked towards the gate, she was blinded by the light. She blinked a few times and looked around. She found herself standing in an Arena. People where shouting and sheering from the gallery above her. The people were shouting her name, like she was a champion. Anna looked around and saw no opponent in the arena. But now she was pretty sure, that she was a gladiatrix. Anna the Strong, Anna the Mighty. And it felt quiet good to be sheered at, to bath in the applause of the masses. That's what she always wanted, to be a champion. While she was enjoying her applause, Anna didn't realize that the gate behind her was closing again. Then she heard a loud murmur from the ranks. Anna looked trough the arena again... And there she saw her opponent, a gigantic woman, dressed in a leather armor and armed with shield, spear and a sword on her belt. Even in the distance, the woman seemed to be a giant. Her her was blond and tied up to a Suebian knot. Anna felt a queasy tingle down her tummy, when she saw that giant walking at her. But before her opponent even crossed the arena halfway, the giant woman threw her spear at Anna. Anna could just lift up her shield in time to block the spear. But the spear pierced trough her shield and nearly hit her still. The impact was so hard, Anna was stumbling a few steps backward. Anna looked at her shield and huffed. How could she beat a gigantic Valkyrie like that? When she looked up again, her opponent was already approaching with full speed. Anna was caught unaware, not expecting that this gigantic woman would be so fast, Anna got nearly hit by deadly swords blow. She dodged the blow and lifted up her shield again. But when the giants sword hit her already damaged shield, it just broke it into pieces. Anna stumbled backward again tried hard to keep her enemy at distance with her spear. Anna could feel her heart pounding wildly, she felt could sweat running down her neck. It was fear, she felt. And while Anna was trying her best to keep her frightening opponent on distance, the crowd on the gallery was booing and shouting out dissatisfied. Anna the Strong, the great Champion of the arena, wasn't doing soo well right now. Anna dropped the rest of her broken shield and tried to flank her opponent with the spear, but the giant woman dodged her blow and smacked her shiled against Annas flank. Anna stumbled again, clenching her teeth in pain. Within a second the giant woman was at her again, swinging her sword at Anna. Anna tried to dodge the attack, but the sword still hit her helmet. Anna fell to the ground, the blow was so hard, it ripped of her helmet and send it flying trough the arena. Anna's ears were ringing and she felt disoriented. Anna dropped her spear and quickly crawled out of her opponents reach. When she got back on her feet, Anna felt her knees shaking. The giant woman was just standing there, with an awful grin at her face. “Scared, little girl?” her voice was just as terrifying as her appearance, a deep and growling voice. “N...No!” Anna answered, but her voice was shaking and squeaky. “I am a champion and not afraid at all!” “We'll see...” the giant just dropped her shield to the ground and slowly walked towards Anna. Anna grabbed for her sword and prepared herself to defend the coming attack. She tried hard to get herself under control again, but still her knees were shaking. Anna dodged the first blow and blocked the second one, before she tried to flank out her opponent and launch a counter attack. But Anna was out of luck. The Suebian giant just grabbed her hair and tossed her harshly towards the center of the arena. Anna stumbled and could just stay on her feet. Anna lifted her sword again, but the blade was shaking, because Anna was shaking in fear. That gigantic Valkyrie was simply superior. How could she have a chance to beat her. Anna felt her face getting hot, while some cold shiver run down her back. Her guts were cramping, her knees shaking, tears of despair filled her eyes. The crowd was still booing and shouting out in anger. Anna looked around, but there was no place to run, nothing that could help her against this nightmare. With full force, the giant woman attacked her again. Anna tried hard to block the blow with her own sword, but the pure force of her opponents strike just kicked her sword out of her sweaty hands. Anna stumbled backwards and watched her sword sliding trough the sand of the arena. Anna was done, she was unarmed, scared and exhausted, while her opponent was a full armed giant of at least two meters height. Tears run down her pale cheeks, her knees still shaking, Anna was to scared to move. “Please...” she whispered. Anna had lost, not only to her gigantic opponent, but also to fear. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore. And when the giant lifted up her sword, it even get worth. Anna could feel the wetness spreading at her crotch and down her legs. A large stream of warm pee, was running down her legs. She couldn't help it, she was just soo scared, she pissed all over her tartan pants, the warm wetness spreading down her shaking legs. When the giant warrior saw the dark wet patch spreading on Anna's tartan pants and a puddle forming on the sand between her sandals, she started laughing loudly. “Your Champion is pissing herself!” She shouted out loudly towards the audience; “Anna the Strong, your mighty Champion is pissing herself in front of all of you!” The crowd started laughing, some were still booing at Anna, others shouting at her with disgust. Anna was standing in the middle of the arena, shaking with fear and her blue tartan pants soaking wet with her own urine. Then her opponent lifted up her sword for the final and deadly blow. The last thing Anna saw, was the heavy sword moving quickly towards her face. Then she wake up in shock. Her heart was pounding heavily. “Told you it would work!” Anna heard a familiar female voice. Anna looked around, she was in the bungalows bedroom, Fiona and Samy were standing at the side of the Bed, Fiona had a glass bowl filled with water in her hands, both girls were giggling wildly. It took a while for Anna to realize, that it was all a dream. She didn't die in the arena. There was no arena... But.. there was something wet around her ass and legs. She looked down in terror and saw large puddle on her sheets. Her blue boyshorts were soaking wet up to her waist. She quickly realized that she had just wet the bed. “uhh gross!” Samy giggled. “You wet your bed! Uhh!” “I..I.. “ Anna stuttered ; “How..?” “Samy came home and woke me up..” Fiona giggled; “We just wanted to try out the Hand-in-Water-Trick” “And it worked out!” Samy was laughing out loudly, “You pissed all over yourself!” “That's not funny!” Anna whimpered and jumped out of the wet bed. “Yes it is!” Samy giggled. While Anna took of her wet panties. “Iam gonna have my revenge...” Anna growled “ Okay, but fist you gonna have a shower! ” Fiona laughed out loudly. Under the laughter of the other girls, Anna head to bathroom to take a shower and plan her revenge...
Part 18 a A few days passed... But still Anna had her mind on revenge. Even when she was shopping groceries. She wanted to make both of them pay. They made her wet her bed and laughed about her. She still felt the shame of peeing herself twice on one single evening. But she would be the one laughing at last. But there was a problem. She just didn't know how she could get her revenge. Like every day, she was video-chatting with Johnny. His injuries weren't that bad, so he already recovered. But still he had these scars.... Johnny had himself grown a full beard and shaved his head bald. With the beard, the scars and the sun browned skin, he looked like a totally different person. Even more rough, mysterious and wild. They talked a while, about Johnny's work, his condition after the assault and why he still didn't regret his agreement to work with the professor. Even after nearly getting shot, Johnny hadn't lost his smile, his humor and his positive way of thinking. But there was something else lurking trough Anna's mind. Even in these rare and happy moments, she had this dark desire. Revenge. She just couldn't abandon this feeling. She knew, that Samy and Fiona were her friends, but this humiliation could not be unanswered . So she told Johnny everything. How she couldn't hold it anymore and peed her cycling pants and also how the other girls made her pee all over her bed on the very same night. He told him about her dream, her revenge plans, about the humiliation she was feeling, just everything. And Johnny? He just smiled. “You peed your pants twice a day..? This is seriously going to be a habit, you know?”, Johnny just shook his head with a smile; “Since I know you, you had a lot of wetting accidents. That's no big deal.. Why are you so angry about it..?” “It was humiliating! They made me pee the bed. In a Hotel! I am quiet sure the hotel maid saw the mess and reported it to the Hotel management. They will tell story about that one customer who wet her bed!”, Anna was furious about it; “I couldn't even do something to prevent it! And they laughed about it!” Johnny smiled again and shook his head. “ And now? Do you want them to wet themselves? Revenge ain't gonna make it undone. It just happened, they are your friends, just get over it.” “I am not gonna forget it!” Anna raised her fist into the air. “ I will get my revenge. They won't get away with that!” “Okay! Okay! But just don't let this escalate, right? They are still your friends, right?” Johnny tried to calm her down; “ Do not destroy a friendship with your revenge, okay?” “Yeah, I won't …. “ Anna muttered , “ I even don't know how to avenge me...” “Can't you just use the same trick on them? On a slumber-party?” Johnny suggested “Or scare them?” “A slumber-party wouldn't work.. they would be alarmed and expecting my revenge..” Anna shook her head, “ But maybe I could scare them so hard, they would wet themselves...” “Great.. but how?” Johnny giggled, “ I don't think it would be enough to jump around the corner and shout 'Buh!'” “I've got an idea for Fiona.. She is easy to scare, that's not a big challenge. She is super scared by spiders..” Anna considered, “But I don't know how to scare Samy... Do you know something?” “Spiders won't work on Samy. You know, she got an elder brother. And as far as I know, not even he could scare her so much, that she would pee herself.” Johnny tried hard to remember, “ No... Her brother often tickled her, but as far as I remember, she kept her pants dry...” “ So you got no idea..?” Anna asked, but Johnny just shook his head. Anna sighed. “Well.. then I will get Fiona first.” “There is a Shop for Joke articles and masks in the city.. May you'll get a scary mask there?” Johnny remarked and shook his head smiling again. “So I will get my revenge...” Anna announced with an evil grin on her face.. Anna had to plan her revenge on Fiona. On the next day, she visited the shop Johnny mentioned. She bought all the stuff she needed for the payback. And afterwards she drove outside the city. Anna knew that like on every Monday, Fiona would be at a farm giving horse-riding lessons. From 6p.m. To 8p.m. So it would be near dawn when Fiona would have finished her lesson. And when Anna arrived during the last minutes of the lesson, she saw Fiona in the riding hall. She was wearing a white polo shirt, some tight light tanned jodhpurs and some knee high black riding boots. Her curly strawberry blonde hair was falling down to her shoulders. Fiona was teaching some teenage girls how to ride properly and paid no attention to something else but the girls on the horses. So Anna could easily sneak into the stall. There were 3 horse boxes, but all of them were empty. Anna knew, that Fiona would let the girls unsaddle and clean the horses after the lesson, while she was the first to inspect the boxes. So there was a small time window to get Fiona alone and with no horses around. Anna couldn't scare her while there are horses around, that would be to dangerous for people and horses. Anna climbed up the boxes wall and put a small basket on top of it, putting the stuff she bought earlier inside it. Then she knotted a thin string on it and trow the reel with the other end of the string over a ceiling beam and went into the second box next to the first one. If Anna would pull the string, the basket would fall all over Fiona. Anna waited a while, an evil grin on her face. When Fiona finally arrived, Anna had an evil surprise for her. Fully unaware Fiona went into the first box. Just a moment later, Anna pulled the string. The basket fall down from the edge of the wall and emptied his contend all over Fiona. A large amount of plastic spiders landed on her hair and shoulders. But not just some crappy little plastic spiders, they were looking authentic! Not even a second later, Fiona was screaming in panic. “AHH! Spiders!!” Fiona screamed wildly and rushed out of the box, nearly stumbling. “They are all over me! Ahh! They are in my hair!” Anna giggled and peeked out of her hiding place. Fiona tried to get the plastic spiders out of her hair, jumping around to get them off her body. She was terrified, crying out in fear. Still black spiders on her hair and shoulders. “Spiders! Help!” Fiona cried out in panic. Anna watched her with growing amusement. And a few moments later, she saw a dark patch appearing on Fiona's light tanned jodhpurs. A first spurt just went into her pants, soaking trough the light fabric of her pants. In lasting terror, Fiona couldn't stop the next, much bigger spurt from leaking into her pants. The wetness was spreading continuously on her crotch. A few moments later two girls, Fiona's riding students, ran into the stall, alarmed by the screaming. But after the first moment of shock, the girls didn't intend to help their frightened teacher. They watched the scene with pure disbelief. It took even some more long seconds, till Fiona got rid off those plastic spiders. She was still shaking and her heart was pounding heavily. “Spiders..! They were everywhere!” Fiona whispered weepy. Then one of the girls pointed her finger accusingly at Fiona. “Awww! You`re peeing yourself! Gross!” Fionas face turned from white to dark red, she looked down and saw the mess. There was a dark wet patch showing on the light fabric of her Jodhpurs. The wetness has spread from her her crotch over the inside of her tights. Still some drops dripped from her soaked crotch to a small puddle between her riding boots. She saw the black spiders swimming in the puddle and finally realized, that they were just plastic. Fiona bursts into tears. She just peed herself in front of her students. “Get Out! Get Out now!” Fiona shouted and started whining.” Please.. just get out!” The girls ran out of the stall, closing the door behind them. Fiona covered her face with her hands and cried out, totally humiliated. That was the moment, when Anna started to feel guilty. Fiona was one of her best friends and she had humiliated her in front of others. Anna gulped and stepped out of the box. The guilt was pushing her head down. She felt terrible. “I.. I am Sorry, Fiona” Anna mumbled. “What!? Anna?! Why?!” Fiona was angry but still crying, “ You nearly scared me to death!” “ I know... Fiona, seriously... I...I am Sorry!”Anna asserted. “So? I pissed myself in front of my students! What do you think they will tell there parents?” Fiona puffed angry. “ Hey Parents – My riding teacher just wet her jodhpurs today! Why did you do that to me?!” “B.. because you.. you know... you made me wet the bed and laughed at me..” Anna mumbled, “ I.. just wanted revenge. It escalated, I am sorry.” “Oh … Yeah... Hrmm” Fiona rubbed her neck. “ I guess it wasn't that funny to … make you wet the bed.” “ I am really sorry!” Anna asserted , “ No more revenge plans, I swear.” “ Yeah.. I guess we all had enough, right?” Fiona tried to smile. “Can you lock the door?” “Yeah sure.” Anna walked towards the door and locked it. When the door was locked, Fiona turned around and opened her locker, pulling a bag out of it. “Good to have spare clothes with you...” Fiona sighed. “ I really hoped I wont need them.” She put some old sport shoes, an old pair of jeans and some white cotton panties out of the bag. “Turn around” Fiona ordered, “ I hoped I would only need them, if I would have fallen into mud or something.. Not peeing myself.” Anna turned around, while Fiona slipped out off her boots and peeled herself out of her pissed jodhpurs and soaked black panties. Then she cleaned herself with some tissues and pulled her spare clothes on. She put the wet pants and panties into an old plastic back and trow it back into the locker. “Let's get the horses...” Fiona sighed again. When they opened the door, the girls and there parents where already waiting to bring the horses back into the boxes. When Fiona went out off the stall, she could hear the whispering. “That's our teacher, Ma.. She was covered in spiders and peed all over herself. It was soo gross” One of the girls told her mother. " Her pants were soaked, Ma! Down to her Boots! I saw it!" Anna helped her friend to get the horses back into the boxes, because the parents were already waiting and she didn't wanted the students around by now, they send them home. “Shall I bring you home, Fiona?” Anna asked her, when they feed the last horse. “ I guess you don't want to take the bus right now..?” “That would be nice.... Thanks Anna” Fiona tried to smile, but she was still down. “And.. I am not mad at you... okay?” “Thanks.. I am sorry it escalated so much..” Anna replied “I swear … no more revenge!” “Okay..!” Fiona giggled a bit. “ But you know it was all Samy's idea... right?” “No more revenge...” Anna shook her head, “ …. or what do you think..?” “Well... “ Fiona grinned “... I guess maybe..” And so Anna found a companion for her revenge on Samy....
Intermezzo Part 19. “Only a few more days”, Anna told herself. A few days, until Johnny would be back home. A few days and this nightmare would be over. For days she couldn't sleep well. She was nervous, always on the edge. Will she finally meet her Johnny? Without any unwelcome interference, no catastrophes and no more drama? How could she think about anything else but that? She totally forgot, that she wanted to avenge herself, to learn for her exams and even to go do her normal sports routine. Anna couldn't keep her mind on something else but Johnny's return. So finally, after some sleepless nights, she was exhausted. Her eyes where surrounded by dark rings, her skin was pale and she looked seriously ill. Over 60 hours without some proper sleep made her a walking dead. So she decided to search a sleeping pill. She went to the bathroom and searched Johnny's pills for something helpful. Finally she found some pills. She was pretty sure, that these pills weren't even allowed in the European union, but the enticement of some hours of sleep was just too much. Maybe she should have known better, but she just swallowed one of the pills with a large glass of water. She wasn't expecting, that the pill would work within a few minutes, so she went back to the living room to watch a film. She grabbed one of Johnny's strange science fiction DVDs and turned on the television. She felt so tied, she didn't paid any attention at all. She didn't even know the films title. It was some dark science fiction film, played in some futuristic big city, where people live in Slums on the bottom of some urban canyons, where Smog and skyscrapers conceal any sign of the sky. Harrison Ford played some sort of an special detective, searching something, or was is someone? Anna went more and more sleepy and finally fell asleep. … Suddenly she found herself walking. Walking through a crowded street. Large buildings on both sides of the narrow street, no sunlight, dirt, smog and flickering neon lights, dominated the area. Anna could smell the mixture of dirt, strange food and smog in the cold air. She looked around into strange and unfriendly faces. She remembered that she had a mission, to search someone. She remembered, that she had a partner. But where was her partner? She looked around, bot no one seemed familiar to her. She pushed her way trough the crowded streets, along some dirty old food stalls and small undefinable stores. In one of the windows she saw a mirror. For a few seconds she remained and watched herself in the mirror. She had strange red dyed hair, a haircut peoples in the Nineties would find futuristic- She wore a heavy leather jacked, some tight beige pants, a white T-shirt and black heavy boots. When she shove her Jacked aside, she found a holster with a pistol inside. All of her clothes felt synthetic, the leather and even the fabric of her pants, nothing felt natural. But Anna didn't realize that she was dreaming. Why should she? Right now, it felt quiet familiar. Like it would all belong like this. “Will you stop dawdling?” She heard a mans voice from behind. “I don't wanted a partner who spend his time watching herself in the mirror....I did'nt asked for a partner anyhow..” Anna turned around quickly. “Sorry, Gaff!” She answered out of reflex. Yes, she knew it all the time, her partners Name was Gaff. A tall man, with a large moustache, a fancy drench coat and dark hat. He also had a cane, what gave him the aura of an mysterious nobleman. But Anna also remembered, that her Partner didn't like her at all. He was a dick, mocking her for being a rookie. And he was always complaining, that the only Partner, that was worth to be called Partner was someone named Rick, or Nick Deckard... Some Oldschool Bounty Hunter, who send more Andy's into retirement than anybody else. Anna's main job was to carry the 'Machine'. Gaff was the one doing the Tests and getting the rewards for the work. The Machine, of Course. Anna quickly looked over her shoulder, just to find her backpack, where she left it. In that black army-stile bagpack was the Voigt-Kampff-machine, some special machine, used to detect androids using the special Voigt-Kampff-Test. But Anna never used it on her own. Gaff always let her wait outside the room, because he said, that she would spoil his concentration with her rookie-stench. “Get yourself moving, Rookie.” he said with his patronizingly warm voice. “ That Android is somewhere around here. See that Laundry over there? He should be working over there. He calls himself Joe Buster. A large guy with the appearance of a Bulldog. He was made to bend iron and had experience as a soldier, so don't get into my way, Okay?” “Okay! Okay!” Anna rolled her eyes, “ Iam not that incapable!” “Is that so..? Do You want to test this individual then..?” her partner gave er a slyly smile. “Your first one?” “Yeah! I Can do that!” Anna replied with a smile. When they entered the old laundry, Anna's heart was beating wildly. Not only, because of her nervousness, but also because this place was scary. It was on the ground floor of a decrepit old apartment house. They walked though the dark and muggy laundry hall into a small shady backroom. “We are searching for.. Joe.. Joe Buster.” Anna announced loudly. And before she could say something else, a large man jumped off his desk threw a laundry bag at her and ran out of the back door. “Thats him. Well done, Mrs.Smartass. Your client. Better run fast.” Gaff smiled angrily and Anna knew, that she blew up the whole situation. “Shit!” Anna startet running as fast as she could. “Stop right there! Joe Buster – Stop!” She followed the tall beefy guy through dark and angled floors and followed him into the 5th floor, before she could finale cornered him. Anna pulled out her pistol and aimed for the man. “Stop right there, or I will shoot.” Anna shouted loudly, while she tried hard to get some breath. “ Okay Okay! I Give up.” the man said and raised his hands upon the air. A few minutes later, Gaff trotted towards them, looked around and opened one of the apartment rooms. “This one is empty. Get him inside.” “How do you know that..?” Anna was quiet surprised, that her partner just found out, that the apartment next to her was not only empty, but also the door was unlocked. “Because I use my eyes not give someone amazed looks, I investigate.” Gaff shook his head and turned on the dimmed lights inside the tattered deserted apartment. He pushed some junk off an old table and putted two chairs towards it. “Sit down and test him. Don't break the machine.” “I won't! Iam not a moron.” Anna pulled out the machine and placed it on the table. “Mr. Buster, take a seat in front of me.” Anna started the machine, while Gaff was standing just behind her, like a dark and cruel shadow. “Okay it's working.” Anna was nervous, but tried hard to let no one notice. She started with the typical starting questions. Name, heritage, Age and so on... She was sure, that Joe Buster was lying all the time, but only the empathy-questions could confirm her suspicion. “Okay. Mr.Buster... You walk around the streets and then you see a young boy crying. Next to the Boy, there is a broken doll. What do you do?” Anna watched the eruptions on the screen of the machine, while the beefy guy in front of her was getting more confused. “Why is he crying? Did I do something to him?” Joe Buster answered with a smoky and dark voice. “Why is the Boy Crying?” “Mr. Buster, what are you doing..? What do you feel..?” Anna asked him more harshly. “Why do you ask me this..?! I don't want to answer this!” the big man's hands embraced the heavy tabletop. “Please Mr. Buster... Answer the questions.” Anna watched the lines on the machine fascinated and left her opponent unobserved. Within a second, the big man had thrown over the heavy table, burring Anna and her machine underneath it. Before Gaff could interfere, Joe had broken off one of the tables legs and knocked him out cold. Anna was in shock, when her partner hit the dirty apartment floor and she let out a helpless high pitched scream. “UAAIII!” Anna tried to get out of her trap, but that table was just too heavy, what made Joes enormous strength even more terrifying. He crapped the table and easily threw it aside. Anna tried to rob away from him and fingered for her Pistol, as a large Hand grabbed her neck and pulled her off the floor. When she pulled out her pistol, the second hand grabbed her own one and closed with the force of clamp. The pain was unbearable, tears filled her eyes, and the pistol fall out of her hand. “Pl..please.. y...you'll brake...my hand” Anna whimpered. “ And you tried to kill me..?” the tall man released her hand and pushed her against the rooms wall. “Why do you want to kill us? Because we are not like you?” “Y..You are.. a thread.. …..a thread.. to... humans..” Anna whimpered in pure terror, the big hand around her neck made breathing seriously difficult. “ Is that so? Humans nearly destroyed their own race in a nuclear war. Degrading themselves to animals and poisoned their own world. And we are the thread?!” Joe's nose wigs were heavily trembling. “Please... ..let me..go..” Tears ran down her cheeks, her body was shaking in fear. “It's my first job.. I am a Rookie, please! I never killed an Andy..!” “That's how you call us..?” the big man crapped the table-leg and lifted it up again. Anna was panicking, was she really expecting some mercy from an Android? “Please... don't kill me..!” Anna sobbed and cried out in fear. She felt a small warm spurt of pee tinkling into her white briefs, then the warmth of the wet synthetic fabric on her skin. “Please, I ..I Don't want to die!” She cried out terribly. “ Do you think, that we want to die..?” Joe swung the table-leg like a club and smacked it loudly against the wall next to Anna's head. She shrieked in fear and another spurt of pee escaped into her already wet briefs, forming a dark wet patch on the crotch of her tight beige pants. First just a small patch, not bigger than a small coin, but the overwhelming fear made her loose another spurt, then another and finally she was peeing herself in full stream. The warm pee was pouring down her shaking legs, over her heavy boots and dribbled on the floor underneath her. The warm wetness spread across her legs, soaking the synthetic fabric of her pants and creating a most humiliating wetness on her pants. Her crotch, her legs down to her ankles and even her ass was soaked in that warm humiliating wetness of her own pee. “As long as we are considered alive, you must be considered a killer.” Joe glanced at her with angry eyes, lifting up the club again. “A killer, wetting all over herself when faced with her own death. Let's end this miserability.” Anna closed her eyes in terror, while a last spurt of pee rewetted her briefs. She expected her head to be smacked in, when a she heard a loud shot. Out of a sudden she was released and dropped hard into the warm puddle under her. She was shaking in fear and it took some seconds, before she opened her eyes. She saw the dead body of Joe Buster on the floor in front of her, his head was covered in blood. Quickly she pushed herself away from the body and looked around. Gaff was standing a few feet away from her, his gun in his hand. “ You are such a disgrace, Rookie. Did you just pissed yourself? Am I your Babysitter?” he barfed angrily. “That's why I hate partners. The machine is broken and I can't get that smell of your piss out of my nose. Good Luck for you, that there is a Laundry down there. I will wait outside and get something to eat. You, not house trained Rookie, clean yourself up and get the Andy out of here.” Her partner didn't had another second to lose and left her sitting in a puddle of her own pee, sobbing, humiliated and terrified. And how could she alone get this giant of a man out of the building. She just closed her eyes and cried silently..... That's when Anna finally woke up. It was just a dream. Again, a really tangible one. But when she looked around, she was in her living room again, on her couch, the television was showing its standby screen. Anna still felt deadly tied, but there was something else.... something.. warm and.. wet?! She looked down at herself and froze in terror. Her blue shorts were drenched in urine, her white shirt was wet all up to her breast and the couch was soaking wet. She had pissed herself in sleep – Again. Anna couldn't believe it. She, a grown woman, had just pissed herself in sleep. Not only a few drops, she just peed all over herself and the couch. What if this would become a habit? She felt so humiliated, but was just too tied to do anything about it. A few seconds later, her eyes were closing again and she fell asleep... She was soo tied she just kept on sleeping, in her soaked clothing , lying on a pee stained couch. But she could sleep at last... [Yeah... it was just some sort of a bladerunner fanfic....]
Part 20 Fiona was late, already 20 minutes behind. Anna was sitting in the kitchen, when her mobile phone rang, it was Fiona. “Hey Anna! I'am at the Golden Temple, do you want something to eat too?” Fiona asked her on the phone. “Hi! No thanks, Fiona.” Anna wrinkled her nose, “ You better go to another restaurant, seriously. The Golden Temple is the worst Chinese restaurant in town. Even Johnny said, that its crappy and don't want to eat there.” “Oh come on! It's shabby-chick.” Fiona giggled. “Old tattered Restaurants with familiarly atmosphere are trendy. There even is an old dog in here. Soo cute!” “There is no good reason for a dog to be in a restaurant....” Anna tried to persuade her. “His name is Barney!” Fiona giggled again. “Soo cute, he only has three legs. Poor old dog..!” “ If food poisoning ain't trendy, get out of there. A three legged dog ain't a good sign.” Anna rolled her eyes. Sometimes Fiona was just a dumb hungry idiot. When she was hungry, her brain totally failed. She would walk into the first restaurant that comes to her sight. “ I already ordered! It will be alright. The cook is really funny. I don't know what he is talking, but he looks funny.” Fiona giggled again, “ Five more minutes, okay? See you then! Bye!” “Yeah... Bye, Fiona..” Anna shook her head and hang up her phone. “ I hope I don't have to pick her up in the hospital..” Finally eight minutes later the doorbell rang and Fiona was at the door. A Noodle-box in her every hand. “I brought you some spring rolls. You need to stay strong! We won't stop shopping, just because you're hungry!” “I had some lunch, thanks Fiona. But.. do you really think it's a good idea..?” Anna grabbed her leather jacked and slipped into her boots. “When Johnny comes home again, you should surprise him. So buying some hot lingerie is a good idea.” Fiona grabbed herself a fork and followed Anna to the car. “ Do you even got something else than sport-bras?” “Johnny likes my stuff... “ Anna replied. “But I... “He loves you, that's why he loves everything.” Fiona interrupted her. “ That doesn't mean, that you don't need something hot in your wardrobe. Or do you think, your wrestling suit would look good under a dress..?” “ Okay Okay! You convinced me. Do you want to eat at my place or in the car?” Anna already opened the car. “ I can eat on the run.” Fiona jumped into the car and started eating. “ Sure you don't want something?” “Yeah... I am sure... it smells like they cooked the dog... Uhh..” Anna wrinkled her nose. “ It is tasty!” Fiona replied already eating. It was a two hours ride to the lingerie outlet store. It was a storage hall in an industrial area. From the outside, it just looked like a normal storehouse. But inside, there were shelves of underwear. Panties, Bra's and even a smaller section of fetish underwear. For Fiona it was some sort of a fun park, she had an adorable figure, slim with larger breasts, but Anna felt herself misplaced. Buying lingerie was a big problem for her, she was muscular, more than average, with broad shoulders and a muscular back, but only smaller breasts. Of Course, she was sporty, but not like one of those hardcore bodybuilders, but still she could hardly find something her size. Not only that Anna liked sports underwear, it was pretty hard to find something else fitting, without looking like She-Hulk on anabolics. And after not even half an hour, Fiona fell into a shopping spree, while Anna hadn't found anything. It was frustrating, nothing seemed to fit. It took Anna nearly two hours to find something. At least! A nice black Push up-Bra with some laces on top and a fitting pair of panties. In the same time Fiona bought a whole bunch of stuff. But Anna was satisfied, one pair was more than she expected, for a good price. They paid and left the store and head back to the car. “hrmm! I really need some coffee” Fiona said and rubbed her tummy. “ My stomach is making some strange sounds.” “ You think a coffee would help?” Anna looked skeptical, “ I think it will make it even worth.” “ Nooo?! Look! After a meal in an italian restaurant, you get an espresso, right? And a greek mokka in a greek restaurant, you see? It calms the bowels..” Fiona explained “You get an Ouzo or something like that.. But not a coffee.. The caffeine is laxative.” Anna tried to explain. “ May we should get back for a bathroom-break?” “ No, there is a bakery around the corner, I will get myself a coffee. Can you bring our purchase into the car..?” Fiona didn't wait for an answer and put her bags into Annas hand and head to the bakery. When Anna put the bags into the trunk, Fiona came back with a large cup of coffee. They jumped in the car, to drive back home. An hour and a large cup of coffee later, Fiona didn't looked so well. She turned pale, shifted herself from one side to the other and her belly gurgled loudly. “Is everything okay?” Anna asked concerned, “ You don't look so good..” “ I don't feel soo good either.. “ Fiona answered and rubbed her belly. “ Some stomach cramps, I guess.” “Okay.. Shall we go to the next highway toilet..?” Anna asked her, “The next one is just 10km ahead.” “Noo, its just a cramp.. “ Fiona didn't took it soo serious. But just 4 Minutes after they had passed the last rest stop, Fiona started wimpering. “Uhh.. Can we get out on the next one?” she wimpered, “ I mean.. quick..?” “Yes sure, but.. there is none right now. We just missed one..” Anna answered anxious.” Can you make it?” “I.. d..don't think so...” Fiona grabbed her belly with one hand and her face turned white as snow. “I .. no... Please stop right now..!” “ I Can't! It's a Highway!” Anna looked around, but there was no place to stop. “Hold it!” “ I Can't! Stop right now!” Fiona shouted loudly in pure panic. “STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!” “I CAN'T! Put something under!” Anna shouted back and grabbed some empty plastic bag. “ Try holding it! Just a few minutes!” “ I am trying!” Fiona quickly shove the bag underneath her and pushed her hand against her belly. Tears filled her eyes. “I am Tryiiinng..! I am about to explode! I...” A few seconds later Fiona cried out loudly, lifted herself up from the seat and was half standing inside the car. Her desperate cry was follow by a long fart and a wet slurping noise. Quickly a large brown stain spread on the back of her light blue jeans, a visible bulge formed around her ass. And a terrible foul smell spread inside the car. “ NO! NO!” Fiona cried out in shame, “ I can't hold it! I am soiling myself!” “ Gross! I see! Open the window! Quick! Or else I will throw up!” Anna answered with a gaps. She couldn't stand the stench and opened up her window. “ And sit down, we are still driving!” “ I don't want to sit in it! It's warm and sticky!” Fiona cried. It still was at least a 40 Minutes ride ahead of them and Fiona's horror wasn't over yet. Another hard cramp hit her and she couldn't stand the inexorably force. Powerfully it pushed itself into her pants, the brown wet stain and the bulge expanded to its doubled size. The open windows helped a bit, but Anna had to fight back the desire to throw up. “Can I wash my pants at your place?” Fiona asked her shamefaced. “I don't want everybody to notice this..” “Yeah... Sure.. “ Anna couldn't let her friend down in a shameful situation like that, even if she couldn't stand the stench. “But rinse it off first, okay..?” When they finally reached Annas place, Fiona took a shower, rinsed off her pants and put her stuff into the washing machine. They put the soiled, once white panties into a plastic bag and thew it into the waste, there was no way to get these clean. Good for her, Fiona just bought some new underwear. An hour later Fiona was sitting in her underwear on Annas couch. Her bowels were calmed, so Anna brought some white Wine. “I think you could need one, hmm?” Anna tried her best to comfort her. “Yes.. Thanks Anna. For everything.” Fiona smiled slightly. “ That's so.. gross.” “ I won't tell anyone.” Anna replied “Have you ever had an accident like that?” Fiona lay back on the couch and looked at Anna. “No, Never.” Anna shook her head. “Did you?” “Yes, ones.” Fiona's face turned red again. “ When I was a teen, I was on a riding trip with the youth organization, when I got diarrhea. “ “Uhhh...!” Anna gave her a pitying look, “ Don't tell me you... ?” “I tough it would be just some gas.. But it wasn't.” Fiona confessed, “ the worth day in my life.” “Did they notice?” Anna asked her pitying. “What do you think?” Fiona smiled ashamed. “ White Jodhpurs and a dozen girls asking, were this terrible smell comes from..? Of Course everyone noticed! I soiled myself in the saddle.” “Uhh...Thats hard.” Anna grimaced. “ I just once peed myself on a competition.” “Uh.. Anna..?” Fiona took a deep breath. “ Can I ask you something...?” “Yeah, Sure.” Anna answered and lifted one eyebrow. “Do you have some bladder problems...?” Fiona looked at her with an concerned look on her face. “ I still feel a bit bad, for having you wet the bed .. because I heard you.. have some issues.” “Issues..? Well..” Anna looked down to her feet. “ I have a weak bladder, that's true. But having some accidents ain't that uncommon in sports.” “Seriously?” Fiona looked surprised, “Have you ever noticed an accident?” “Yeah.. on the last wrestling tournament, a girl peed all over herself. She lost consciousness and peed all over herself. And it was an irregular move, the referee didn't notice. Her opponent should have been disqualified for choking, so it was doubled trouble.” Anna remembered. “But is there a reason for it..?” Fiona asked her and incidentally drank some of the wine. “No, it is just a lot of pressure on the pelvic muscles, if they are weakened, accidents may happen.” Anna explained her, “After my teenage pregnancy with my twins, It is just like that...” “WHAT!?” Fiona looked at her in disbelief. “You had a teenage pregnancy?! With twins?!” “ HA! Just a yoke!” Anna laughed out loudly. “ No, I wasn't. But I had some bad bladder infections when I was 14. That is probably the reason for it.” “Oh.. Okay..! I would have hated you for having a body like that after a pregnancy with twins...” Fiona giggled. “But have you ever... well.. urm..” “Well.. what?” Anna lifted her eyebrow “Did it on purpose.. ?” Fiona asked her quietly, like it was something indecent. “ Well... “Anna's face turned red and she started stuttering. “Once.. maybe..? Well hrmm... twice.” “Serious?! Did you... Did you liked it..?” Fiona moved a bit closer. “It was.. Intense.” Anna replied shamefaced. Stuttering she confessed, “It was really intense.. but, I felt so ashamed afterwards. A grown girl shouldn't do that.. “ “Would you.. do it with me together?” Fiona asked her with a shaky voice. “ Or.. may its a stupid idea..” “I don't know..” Anna was stunned. “Isn't it.. you know? Strange...?” “No..! I.. its not!” Fiona said and collected all of her courage, “ I.. sometimes I like to do it on purpose and.. I always wanted to see someone else doing it.. I mean … on purpose. I am sorry I just asked..” “N.. no it's alright... I guess.” Anna replied, still stunned and overrun. “ we can..do it..?” “Really?!” Fiona was surprised. “Yeah... But how do.. you want to do it..?” Anna was still overrun, shocked but also curious. “Take off your jeans and socks and step into the bathtub.” Fiona ordered and they both went into the bathroom. Anna took off her jeans and socks and stepped into the bathtub. He feet felt cold, she had goosebumps on her arms and shivered with excitement. “And... now..?” Anna's voice was an excited whisper. “W..what shall I do..?” “Just relax and let go..” Fiona answered and followed her into the tub. She stud right in front of Anna, wearing some red velvet lingerie with fancy black laces. “I can't..” Anna stepped fussed from one foot to the other. “I am too nervous.” “Then I will go first..” Fiona announced. Anna looked down to her panties and hold her breath. A few seconds later, the red velvet fabric stated darkening. A wet patch started growing, the shiny wetness spread slowly on Fiona's fancy panties. A small spurt tinkled down to her feet, followed by another and finally a small yellow river poured trough the wet velvet fabric and ran down those long slim legs, making a yellow puddle between her feet. Fiona moaned with pleasure. Anna felt strangely aroused. She had peed herself, much more often than she liked to confess, she had seen other girls having accidents, even Fiona had some in front of her. But seeing her, with this great pleasure peeing into her new panties, turned her on. Her nipples felt hard, she couldn't turn her eyes of her friends pee soaked panties. Anna realized, that her own bladder was quiet full. She wasn't on the toilet till they left for their shopping trip. She was still nervous, but also horny and tried hard to relax. And finally, she managed to let go. “Uhhh... I am peeing..” Anna whispered, while slowly the first drops shyly dripped into her panties. A small wet patch darkened on her lime-green boy-shorts. “It... It's coming out...!” In the next second a large yellow stream followed the first tinkles and forced itself trough the damp cotton fabric, soaking it completely. The wetness spread quickly up to her waist and over her ass. Fiona stepped closer and pushed her hand on the wetness. Anna could feel the fingers rubbing against her. “Uhh.. so wet....so warm..” Fiona mentioned, rubbing her fingers against the soaked fabric of Annas panties. “Do you like it..?” “Yeah... it's soo hot.. “ Anna whispered exited, while the last streams ran down her legs. But out of a sudden Fiona kneed down before her and pulled down her soaked shorts. With a silent splash, the wet panties hit the floor. Anna opened her eyes in surprise “What...? What are you doing..?” “You made yourself dirty..” Fiona moaned, “ And someone needs to clean it up...”
It was already late evening, when Anna came home. She trained the whole day, from morning on, so she was totally exhausted. They had a big event at the Gym, called “Donate your Calories”, people could train 24/7 and the calculated result of burned calories would be counted on a scale and the Gym would donate some money to a charity organization. And Anna finally made it under the top 20 donors. But after the workout, she just wanted to go home, the showers were all crowded, so she stayed in her sweaty sport clothes. Her burgundy sport tights and the matching bra were damp and sticking to her body. Her muscles felt numb and a bit tingly, every move felt like a real struggle. She dragged herself into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of water, her throat was aching, when the water pushed its way down. She kicked off her shoes, but felt to tied to drag herself under the shower, so she just fell into her bed. Even breathing was endeavor. So she just lay down in her bed, still wearing her sports clothes, and watched the room ceiling. Her eyes closed slowly and only a few seconds later, she already fell asleep. “Com on, we got a call. Hurry!” a female voice called her from behind. “Yes, Ma'am. I'm coming!” Anna replied and buckled her holster on. Anna was wearing a uniform, a light blue shirt and a dark blue pair of breeches with a lighter blue stripe on both sides. She turned around and hurried out of the locker room. “What is it, Sergeant?” Anna asked. “Probably just sume drunk teenagers at the Belleview Lake.” the woman answered. The woman was Sergeant Becky Wellton, Annas partner. A tall and sturdy woman with short brown hair, in her late thirties. Becky was the one, who had to take care for a rookie like Anna. “ The Horses are already saddled, so hurry up, Miss Lazypants.” Becky grumbled. She was always grumbling, seemingly she was always in a bad mood. Anna decided not to make her wait and hurried out of the station. It was already dawn, and there was a shivering wind. Outside she found two horses, a white one and a chestnut. Anna mounted the white one, a stallion called Johnny. A few moments later, they were heading out to the Belleview Lake. While riding the saddle horn was pushing against Anna's lap and bladder, a pleasant feeling for Anna. After some time of terrible silence Anna decided to ask: “So, what happened, Sergeant?” “A girl called, that she had spottet a sea-monster at the Belleview Lake.” Becky replied peeved, “it's always the same, some teens get wasted at the lake and we get stupid calls for stuff like that. Sea-monster, a Bigfood … Stupid stuff.” “So... Stuff like this happens often?” “Yeah. You didn`t expected this, right? You imagined your duty would be like … hunting down criminals and solving murder cases, right? You may had good grades at cadet school, but you really are an absolute rookie.” Becky murred. “ I.. erm... Sorry.” Annas face turned red, she didn`t know what to answer. She really was a rookie.. After a few more minutes they finally reached the lake, the light was already dim, the threes throwing dark shadows. Belleview was the wrong name for a place like that. Fog was floating on the dark surface of the lake. Some cold wind was blowing and a modestly mustiness filled the air. A cold shiver ran down Anna's back, causing her to shiver. “Ha! Are you scared?!” Becky giggled loudly, “Aw Girl, look at you! Your knees are shaking!” “No they're not! I... Iam not scared!” Anna replied angrily, “I ..am just observant..!” But Anna knew she was lying, she was scared and unable to hide it. Her pale face and her high squeaking voice already revealed the truth. That terrible lake reminded her to nearly every horror movie the had seen bevor. Her hands felt cold and sweaty and she realized some pressure on her bladder building up quickly. She wasn't sure, if it was the horse ride or the fear, but she felt a growing need to pee. “See that old pier over there?” Becky was pointing on an old and nearly rotten jetty. “A few years ago a fisher found a dead corpse over there. Half Eaten.” “...Y..yeah? S..ounds like a horror tale. Y.. you just want to scare me.” Anna replied, trying her best to act brave. But again, a cold shiver run down her back, she was scared – really scared. “ Well, a city-girl like you don't know the dark storys of the lake..” Becky said with an ominous tone in her voice. “You don't know what has happened here...” Anna would love to turn around an run, she didn't want to be here. But she was a police trooper, she couldn't run away. Slowly they approached to the lakeside. The water was dark and there was nearly nothing to see through the fog. “See anything?” Becky asked and pulled out her flashlight, letting the light slip over the lakes surface. Darkness, small waves but nothing more. “No.. Nothing.” Anna replied, she tried to calm down a little bit and took a deep breath. But out of a sudden something disrupted the calm. Something big was moving under the surface. Anna shrieked in panic. “.. W..What is THAT!?” Anna shrieked. “Don`t know. Take your gun.” Becky murred and took out her pistol. Anna reached for her pistol but couldn't open her holster, her sweaty fingers were shivering in panic. She stumbled backwards, her heart was pounding wildly, a swooshing sound filled her ears. Anna felt disorientated, she couldn't focus, her eyes hurried from one side of the lake to the other. But there was nothing but darkness. In pure panic Anna lost control of her body. Her whole body was shivering, her legs shaking, tears filled her eyes, but then a fist small spurt of pee trickled into her panties. The blue cotton fabric of her slip soaked up the hot spurt quickly and no wetness was shown on her breeches. But Anna could feel the warm wetness at her lap. “Stop stumbling around like a headless chicken and get ready, Anna!” Becky shouted angrily. “Whatever it was, it might come back.” Anna calmed herself a bit and manged to draw her pistol. Her hands were still shaking, but Anna tried to focus on the dark surface of the lake. Again, there was nothing. Maybe it was just a log floating in the water..? But out of a sudden something huge shoot out of the water, something like a giant black serpent. There was a loud roaring, splashing water and some evil sparkling red eyes. “Shoot it!” Becky shouted out and fired her gun several times at the beast. But Anna was paralyzed by fear. Her eyes were ripped open, her knees shaking. She dropped her pistol to the ground. She tried to scream, but she was unable to make a sound. Tears of terror filled her eyes, when she realized that giant sea-monster was real. Another warm spurt of pee escaped into her panties. The warm wetness soaked into her panties. But this time the spurt was bigger, not just a dribbling, it was a small spurt. The already wet fabric couldn't hold all of the wetness in, so a small glistering wet spot formed on the lap of her blue police breeches. She could feel the hot wetness soaking through her panties. She also felt her bladder cramping before she finally lost control. A warm stream forced its way out of her, flowing into her blue sport-slip and soaking her blue breeches. A warm rill of pee run down her legs and filled her black leather boots. She could feel the wetness spreading from her lap down to both legs and on her butt. The pee was flowing over her boots and pooling around her feet. Anna was unable to do something, she was crying, shaking and peeing all over her uniform. “CUT!” a mens voice shouted. “CUT! They are damaging our Monster-Dummy! LIGHTS ON!” A dazing spotlight blazed through the darkness and fell on the two police troopers. Anna closed her eyes, the dazing light burned in her eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? We are shooting a movie right now! And the two of you just ruined the scene!” said the male voice, but the dazing light made it impossible to see the person. “We had already informed the local authorities. We got all the papers. Why do you want to ruin our work?!” “We didn't get informed... We... Well, Sorry.” Becky replied grimly. “Hey Jeff! Jeff! The Scene is quiet good” a different manly voice said, more friendly and seemingly happy, “Jeff, Man! Look at that, the cute trooper over there pissed herself. And we got a perfect shot of it. Aaron even made a close-up! We got it all recorded! That's the best Monster-Meets-Human-Scene ever made. A real police trooper pissing herself, that's soo... gold, Brother! Not only down her pants, I mean... real Movie-Gold!” “What..?” Becky turned her head to Anna and her glanced down her legs. “Are you serious? Anna, you pissed all over your breeches..! Girl, you're such a disgrace.” Anna's face was burning red, she could feel the eyes on her. She felt humiliated. The spotlight was directly focused on her. Her dark blue breeches were dribbling wet, drenched in her own urine. The wet fabric was sticking on her legs, and the gleaming wetness between her legs was for everyone to see. She felt the warm piss, that trailed down her legs. She could hear the laughter out of her sight. Suddenly her vision was fading, then darkness. Suddenly Anna was awake. It took some time to realize, that it was just a dream. “Just a dream... Just a dream..” Anna whimpered. She looked around – she was in the bedroom. Slowly she managed to calm down. She took a few deep breath and listened to the silence. When she steadied herself, she felt that strange warm feeling around her butt. “Oh No... Please.. No” Anna begged and shove her hand down her blanket. Anna froze in terror. She could feel a warm wetness on the sheets, her pants were soaked too, everything was wet. She raised from the bed and slowly sneaked to the bathroom. She turned on the lights and watched herself in the mirror. She couldn't believed it. Obviously she had pissed all over herself. Her burgundy colored Adidas sport tights where soaking wet. Not just a little bit or a few stains, they were absolutely soaking wet, from the waist to the feet. After Anna's last accident, they put a plastic cover on the mattress, so Anna had lain in a pool of her own urine. She felt so ashamed. In the last two years she had already four bed wetting accidents. She had never been a bedwetter during her teenage years, but now, as a grown up woman? She once wet her parents couch at the age of 16, when she skulk off from home to visit a concert, get wasted, came home drunk, passed out on the couch and finally peed her ripped jeans and of course the families couch. But compared to this, it was half as bad. She considered to tell Johnny all about it, but she was to ashamed. Would he think bad about her, if he knew about her accident? Would he still respect her? Of course he would, Anna knew it. But it was hard to tell her boyfriend, that she has developed some bedwetting issues. Anna peeled herself out of her wet tights. She looked in the mirror again. It was like mockery. She was wearing some soaking wet supergirl undies. She didn't felt like a super-heroine right now. People may see her like that, tough and strong. But right now she was vulnerable and humiliated. She took off her undies and her bra. They dropped to the floor with a wet smacking sound. Anna head for the shower. Maybe a hot shower would wash it all off...
Chapter ?? Anna woke up by the sound of her wringing telephone. She rolled over the bed and grabbed her phone. “Anna? What's up!?” a familiar voice came out of the phone, but Anna needed a few seconds to assign it to someone. “Samy..? What... time is it..?” Anna mumbled. “5 o'clock, Honey. We'll be at your place in about … 10 Minutes?” Samy's voice sounded very amused. “What the.. hell? Why..? It's Saturday morning.. is this a yoke?” Anna was annoyed, she couldn't hide that she was not amused by waking up that early. “ You forgot it?! It's comic-con day! Tzz! We're at your place in 5 Minutes.” Samy hung up the phone. “Fuck” Anna muttered and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. When she finally came out of the shower, the door rang. Anna dried herself with a towel, slipped into a red slip and a matching bra. She grabbed a white shirt and a pair of white shorts and got dressed quickly. The doorbell rang again, loud knocking. Anna dashed to the door “ Just wait a second! Iam on my way!” A few minutes later Anna, Samy and Fiona were on the way to the local comic convention. While Samy and Fiona where excited and looking up to the event, Anna was still stressed and annoyed. Sh e really did forget this stupid event. She did not wanted to be there without Johnny. After an two and a half hour in Samys rickety Fiat and a large energy drink for everyone, they arrived at the exhibition hall. The parking place was crowded and it took another 15 Minutes to find a free lot. “We need to get changed, girls. The Costumes are in the trunk.” Fiona announced cheerfully. “Costumes..?” Anna couldn't believe it. “Costumes!? We never agreed to this!” “Speak for yourself, Anna” Samy smiled and took out tree black sport bags out of the trunk and tossed one to Anna. “ We bought one for you” Anna opened the bag and saw some red gloves and a blue and red hero-costume. “What is.. this?” “You are Captain Britain!... Samy is Supergirl and I am Captain Marvel!” Fiona shouted excited. “And where do we get dressed?” Anna rolled her eyes and finally gave up her Resistance. “There are some dressing rooms inside... But.. it would take hours to get in there..” Samy replied. “So.. ?” Anna lifted her eyebrow. “So, we get behind the car and get dressed...?” Samy shook her head. “ Or does it bother you?” “ It bothers me, Samy” Fiona insisted. “But.. maybe I could get dressed inside the car?” Samy rolled her eyes and took off her shorts “Whatever.” She was wearing some golden panties and matching panties. Some by-passers were watching the hot Caribbean girl getting undressed and dressed in the parking lot. And while Samy took all the attention, Fiona was getting dressed inside the tiny car. Fiona was even wearing red and yellow captain marvel panties – such a nerd. Anna opened the doors to get dressed between them, in at least some privacy. Her costume was short and tight. Even a bit to tight, it was squeezing and pinching, but sexy somehow. When they were finally finished getting dressed, the tree girls were looking great. Fiona was wearing a cut short captain marvel costume and Samy was a stunning supergirl. After another 30 Minutes standing in line at the entry, they finally entered the hall. It was crowded by people, in costumes or without it. Superheros, Stormtrooper, video game characters and many more. Masses of people shove themselves through the four big halls, which were ordered in tubular fashion, so that the people had to walk through all halls in order to get from Hall A to Hall D and vice versa. So it was a terrible scrum inside the halls and especially at the passages between the halls. Inside the halls, the stands where not ordered in any thematic order. In other words: Chaos and confusion. But after the girls get along with the special way of organization, they started to have a good time. They took a lot of pictures with different peoples or comic/movie/videogame characters from nearly every franchise. Due the large amount of people and the high temperatures outside, it was warm humid inside the halls. So the girls drank another tin of well known energy drink, which was of course the main sponsor of the convention and sold nearly everywhere. It took up to four hours to pass trough the halls and back – cause Fiona wanted to buy some really (not) necessary Marvel franchise stuff. So the tree heroines stood again where they first started: Hall A – with aching feet, sweating and the undeniable urge to pee. “Uhh… Did you see the restrooms, Samy?” Fiona asked quietly, while stepping from one foot to the other. “I saw them close to the exit, but you needed to get back to Hall A – immediately- cause you needed that pair of shoes… - Oh Sorry, limited edition boots.” Samy grumbled. “ Thanks to that, I really need to pee too.” “ The Ladies Restrooms are in Hall A und D. You didn’t read the signs, did you?” Anna said and suddenly realized, that she was a super-smartass right now. “ It’s over there, behind the Conan the Cimmerian stand on the left.” “ Good lord, I am about to leak, hurry!” Fiona grabbed Annas hand and rushed onward. Behind the giant Conan Figure, there was a long hallway with toilets on both sides. The ladies on the left, the gents on the right. To their pleasant surprise, there only was a line on the right side. “Oh thanks..! Told you, it’s a sausage party. We must be the only girls around. No line!” Fiona couldn’t avoid to press one hand on her crotch. “Uhh.. hurry, I might tribbled a bit.” But also Samy and Anna had there problems, their growing urge was not easy to overlook. When they finally reached the door, they were in shock. There was a sign saying: “ Due to burst water pipe, the Ladies Restrooms in Hall A where closed. Please use the Ladies Restrooms in Hall D. Thank you for your understanding.” “My Understanding? My arse.. I am about to piss myself!” Fiona complained loudly. Loud enough to get the attention of some guys on the right, which where whispering and pointing their fingers. “ We can do it.. Come on, Fiona.. The guys over there are already watching. And I don’t think, that you want to be the next big thing on youtube.” Anna tried to calm Fiona down. “Captain Marvel pissed herself at a comic con… clench it and let’s hurry. Okay?” Anna grabbed Fiona and they hurried back into the hall. They fought their way through Hall A and B and finally reached Hall C, when Fionas Hand slipped away and the girls lost her for a Moment. “Fiona?! Where are you?” Anna turned around, but only found Samy, which was already holding herself with both hands. “ Where is Fiona, we lost her?” “I don’t know, Anna.. but we need to hurry, I already leaked a bit.” Samy wailed with a tortured look in her eyes. Luckily the wet stain on her golden Panties was well hidden under her red Supergirl costume. “ She must be aro… Oh no.. Over there” Anna turned around and opened her eyes in horror. In the mid of the crowd she saw Fiona, standing stiffed in pure shock, her face burning red and tears in her eyes. Like a waterfall, pee was cascading trough her red pants and down her legs. The pee poured over her boots and on the ground. Fiona, the cute captain marvel cosplay girl, was peeing herself in front of everyone. Anna reacted quickly, she grabbed Fiona and pulled her through the crowd. Onward, before anyone could pull out a smartphone to capture the accident. “I.. I peed..!” Fiona whimpered in disbelief. “ I am all wet..!” “It’s okay.. I mean, no one realized it. But we need to get to the Toilets quickly. Or else we will be known as the tree heroines who pissed themselves. And you could change your clothes in there.” “But our clothes are in the car. And we don’t have spare underwear..” Fiona answered sobbing. “Can we please stop arguing? Please! Seeing you pissing yourself made me leak a bit..!” Samy interfered and shoved the other two girls onward. Accompanied by Fionas whimper, the girls reached Hall D. When they saw the toilet sign, they hurried themselves a bit more. Or at least Anna did. She pressed one hand between her legs, focused on her target. “Anna! Wait!” She heard Fiona from behind and turned around. “ Oh no… please no..” Anna bit her lip. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She met Samy’s eyes, opened wide in disbelief and desperation. Samy was totally wetting herself. Her panties were dripping we and soaked with urine. A large stream running down her beautiful long brown legs. Pooling in a puddle on the floor. For a part of a second Anna lost her focus. Out of a sudden she felt a warm spurt of pee escaping into her panties. And she felt a warm wetness grow, while her red panties got a bit wet. It was just a tiny little tinkle, but enough to get her back into focus. “I .. I am sorry.. But.. We`ll meet at the car!” Anna turned around and made a dash for the toilets, her hand grabbing her crotch tightly. “ come on… please..” she whimpered. There was only a small line at the ladies room, about five girls. But Anna was about to piss herself any second. Her bladder was bulging, her pelvic muscles where about to break. The pain was nearly unbearable. The stall door swung up and the first girl in line went in, when Anna felt another spurt escaping her overloaded bladder. She could feel the cotton fabric of her underwear soaking in the warm wetness, that was spreading over her crotch. Tears filled her eyes, when another larger spurt followed and she could feel a warm spurt of pee running through her fingers. She peeked down and saw a small dark wet patch growing around her hand and a trickle of pee running down her crossed legs to her white socks. She wasn’t just leaking, she was about to have an accident right in front of everyone. The girl in front of her turned around and stared down her legs in disbelief. She gave Anna a pitying look and turned towards the other girls. Anna was too busy to prevent herself from a larger accident, so she didn’t pay much attention. She was sure the girls were about to put out a phone and make her the next internet meme. “ You can go next.” The girl whispered and gave Anna a pitiful look and tried to smile a bit. “Thanks..” Anna yelped and tried to get to the stall. But with every step, she felt another drip escaping into her pants, running trough her fingers and finally dribble on the floor. She simply couldn’t hold it any longer. When Anna finally entered the stall, the wetness already reaching out to her tightly packed butt. She wasn’t even able to close the door, when her bladder collapsed. With high pressure her bladder emptied and the pee spew trough her already soaked panties and her tight heroine costume. Warm pee flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and overflowing her boots. Anna stood there for what felt like an eternity, while the pee was pouring through her shorts. “Aww.. poor thing..” one of the women said pitying and gave Anna a large white paper bag, empty but big. “ You may.. cover it with this bag?” Anna took the bag like automatically and hold it in front of her pee soaked shorts. She just nodded thankfully and went out of the toilet. Anna tried her best not to act oddly and hurried to get to the exit without getting noticed. She realized that some people turned their heads and probably saw her soaking wet bum. When she left the hall, she ran over the parking place. Samy waved out of the window and started the car. “Aww no.. you didn’t make it too..?” Samy pulled down the corners of her mouth. “ Shit… Just get in the car. We put some plastic bags over the seats.” Anna jumped into the car. The bag crackled under her wet ass. Samy started the engine and rushed off. “At least, no one would recognize us.. I mean, we were dressed up?” Fiona broke the silence. “ Yeah.. but without masks, silly” Anna answered and smirked a bit. Sometimes Fiona was a bit naïve. “Guess they will call us the Pee Crew or any other stupid super hero team name.” “..or Pee Patrol? Or.. well that was the worst comic con ever.” Samy muttered. Samy drove Anna home first, she jumped out off the car and waved at her friends. The wetness was already cooled down and a bit dried up. She could smell the odor of her pee and quickly hushed into her flat. She fumbled her suit open and pulled the clothes off. They smelled like pee and sweat. She felt the wet fabric in her hands. “ Well.. at least Captain Britian pissed herself in the comics too..” Anna moaned when she took off her still damp and wet red panties and jumped under the shower.. Why wasn’t Johnny around right now..? Edited July 27 by Dunkel (see edit history)
Chapter 23 Johnny fell asleep around midnight.. a deep sleep immediately when he closed his eyes, hard weeks lay behind him. He lifted his head, when he heard loud music and people partying. He saw a large door in front of him and walked through it, finding himself on a prom night party. The hall, which looked like his old school gym hall, was filled with people, balloons and other decoration. Spotlights hanging from the ceiling, rotating and changing colors, filling the dark room with spectacle of colors and lights. The people, he somehow knew but couldn’t recognize, where all dressed in fancy clothes. He shoved himself through the people and looked around. It sure looked like a prom night party. Very American, he thought. A dream, he knew it, but it felt kind of real. He looked around again, saw the DJ, the people enjoying themselves and finally he recognized Anna. She was wearing a stunning purple dress. Her long and slim legs where moving to the beat of the music. Her body was swinging, hot and beautiful. Johnny shoved his way towards the crowd and tried to get closer to Anna, waving his arm to get her attention. She didn’t react. After a short while Johnny realized, that he just couldn’t get closer to her, but he tried again, more energic, pushing people aside. He finally managed to get a bit closer, still pushing dancing people aside. Anna was still dancing, like no one was around. But to Johnny’s growing anger, there were people around. Men, watching Anna dancing, with lusty eyes. Johnny wasn’t a very jealous guy, but right now he would love to beat those guys up. Finally he was only five meters away from her, still pushing his way through the growd, when Annas eyes found him. She stopped dancing and glanced at him without a clear impression on her face. Just like she was in a different world, like looking through him. Then, out of a sudden, Anna started peeing herself. The pee was pouring out her dress and running down her legs, plashing on the ground. The people around her stepped aside and a spotlight was shining right onto her, while the lights around her dimmed. “Anna! No!”, Johnny grabbed a guy in a fancy suit and simply thew him away like a ragdoll, raging to get to Anna. He wanted to get her out of there, out of the sight of everyone. But when he nearly reached her, he woke up. “What the..” Johnny stared into the darkness of his hotel room. “What happened?” His body was sweating, his head swirling and his heart pounding heavily. He was dreaming, of course. He couldn’t stand the feeling. He missed Anna really much, the pain was nearly physically. He stood up and went to the toilet. He splashed some water into his face to get his head clear. Maybe it was a giant mistake. The whole thing. Even going to Africa. But now? He was in Canada, soon they will travel to New York and then Munich. But why? They found out, that several international corporations supported the mercenary troops during the Katanga crisis in 1967 and the troops of Mobutu, so they promoted slaughter and war just to get better conditions for mining licenses. So the Professor asked him (and just him, the important little nobody student!) to join him, when they publish the results of their investigation. Montreal was the first stop on the trip. Here was the company headquarters of Riverside Mining Corporation Montreal or RMCM. In the late 60s and 70s they were a big player on the global mining market, but went down in the 80s without coming back to the top. Now RMCM was just a small mining corporation and not very famous anymore. The impact of the investigation would probably break down the hole firm. But was it worth it? Of course it was a matter of justice and a big deal at all. But Johnny missed Anna. Well they talked nearly every day on the phone or did a videochat but… Johnny never felt this way for a girl. It was not just physical attraction or the really intensive sex, he really loved her from the bottom of his heart. “Damn it.. Did I let her down?” Johnny pondered, “When I get home, I will ask her to .. marry me.” Suddenly Johnny heard something from the other side of the wall, the professors bedroom. A rumbling and some voices. Did the Professor had some guests? He didn’t mentioned something like this.. Again a rumbling and some woman barking angrily. Something must be wrong. Since it was off-season, the whole Hotel floor was empty. So it has to be something in the professors room… Johnny silently walked out of the bathroom and to the connecting door. He could clearly hear suppressed voices, voices that doesn’t sound friendly. When the Professor and Johnny checked in several hours ago, the Professor insisted to leave the door unlocked – very smart. Again some rambling and subdued bickering, was to be heard. Johnny knocked the door open and stormed inside. He nearly ran into a large and solid man with short blonde hair and a pistol. Everyone was quiet surprised, so Johnny took advantage and smacked down the big mans hand, forcing him to drop the pistol on the ground. Adrenaline was pounding through his vessels, it was like flipping a switch, unlocking the ultimate fighting mode. Johnny was about two heads smaller than the big guy and about 40 to 60 kg lighter, but he was faster and finally years of martial arts training and football hooliganism paid off. He hit a heavy swing on the mans kidney, followed by second one on the other side and a heavy headbutt right into his face. The man stumbled, his nose was bleeding, he huffed and tried to attack Johnny. But again, Johnny reacted fast and resolute. The man ran into well placed uppercut and was send to the ground. Knocked out cold. Johnny turned his head to the professor and saw where the female voice came from. A young woman with black hair and a switchblade knife was standing in the room, waving the knife around in visible panic. “Stay away! Or I will stab you down! Both of you!” The woman squeaked. But Johnny didn’t even hesitate. He walked straight up the the woman, grabbed her hand and wrestled the knife out of her hand. “Stop that shit, woman.” He growled angrily. While Johnny was taking care of the knife, the professor already took the pistol from the ground and again, seemed amazingly calm. “Put her on the Chair, Ephraim.” Johnny grabbed the woman and pushed her on the wooden chair in the corner of the room, while the professor checked the man on the ground. “Knocked out ice cold. I`ll tie him up.” “use his laces, Professor.” Johnny replied. A few moments later the Professor and Johnny where standing in front of the chair, while the woman was sitting on it. “What is this all about?” the professor asked. “Fuck you, I will not speak.” The woman answered angrily. “Good. Then I will leave this to my friend over here. To your knowledge, this is Ephraim Ben Haim, a Mossad Agent and interrogation specialist” the professor lied coldly. For a moment Johnny was taken by surprise. “ Fuck, You are stupid Dutch historians!” the woman spit out the words. “ I don’t believe a word.” “ אני אוהב בירה" Johnny replied in an horrible hebrew with totally false pronouncination Then the womans face turned pale, when she realized he said something, that at least sounded hebrew. “Does this man really look like a historian to you, Miss?” The professor asked with a horrifying smile on his face. Then he turned to Johnny and started to talk German, but not in a normal way, he was pronouncing the words in a way they did in old WW2 Movies. “Alzo EphraIM, WiRrr sprechen jetzt DeuTsch! Dazz jagT denen hieRrr eine HeidenangsT ein! Sie kennen das nur von BöseWICHTen aus ihren Filmen.“ The professor really sounded like an old James Bond vilian. „ Aha! Und worübeRrr sollen wir sprechen, ProfessoRrr..?“ Johnny just played along. „ Das ist völlig egal, HaupTsachEEe wir deuTEN dabei auf die junge DAME hier.“ And saying this, he pointed at the woman and continued with his show. “ Reden wiRR doch über InsekTen! KäFeRRr beispielsWeise!” Johnny nodded, grinned vicious and looked at the woman on the chair. “Ich mag geRrrn SchmetteRrlinge! Gerade bunTE SchmeTTeRRRlinge!” The woman turned pale, her eyes open wide with fear, when the Professor continued: “ WiRrr sollten IHR einen SchmeTTeRRrling schenken! Oh ja!” He nodded and Johnny copied the nodding and the smile of evil. “Please, d..don’t Schmetterling! Please..! “ the woman wimpered. “They told us, you were just some historians..!” “Aha, so let’s talk about ‘They’, who is behind all of this..?” The Professor sat down on his bed and watched the woman on the chair. A few minutes ago, she was rude and tough, threatening him with a knife, but now she was about to cry like a little brat. “I can’t say it! Please, just.. let us go.” The woman begged. “No, I want to know, what this is all about. Ephraim, do den SchmeTTerling!” the professor gave Johnny a sign to search something. Johnny looked around and saw a manicure set on the sideboard, he took out a tweezers. “BeReit füR den SchmeTTerrrling, Professor!” he answered. “NO NO! Please, no Schmetterling! Please, they told us you were some Dutch historians, we should steal your computer and destroy the data, please!” The woman started crying. “ Aha, again: Who is ‘they’?” the Professor asked, giving Johnny a sign to stop. “ RMCM! We are working for RMCM!” The woman answered, still staring at Johnny horrified. “ So you’re … thieves paid by the RMCM?” the professor lifted an eyebrow. “Who are you anyhow?” “No, we are no thieves, I swear.. Please, just let us go already. “ The woman whimpered. “Allright then, we will start with the SchmeTteRrling!” the professor announced coldly and Johnny stepped a step closer. The woman started sobbing and a dark wetness start do appear on her crotch. Pee was pooling under her and splashing down the chair. She was so terrified, that she was pissing herself in fear. The fabric of her jeans was soon soaked with urine. “Oh girl…” Johnny gave her an pitying look. Despite the fact, that this woman tried to rob or threatened the professor, he felt sorry for her. “I am.. Leah Edison and this.. is.. Oleg Dometzski.. We are working for the RMCM! We are working in the logistics. They told us, if you publish your paper, we will loose our jobs!” the woman whimpered and sobbed. “They said, they will give us 10.000 Dollar if we steal your computer and prevent the study from getting published.” “Well.. “ even the professor seemed to feel sorry for the woman. “To be honest, the study is already send to the publisher, so even if you would have stolen the computer, it wouldn’t had helped. And your Jobs, well.. I guess they are save, because I am sure that some international investors will buy RMCM.” He shook his head and turned to Johnny “Wake up that sleeping beauty over there and get them out of here.” “W.. What ? Are you going to kill us??” the woman asked shocked. “No, we just throw you out of our room. I hope we’ll never meet again, Miss Edison.” The Professor answered in his calm but certain voice and opened the door. “Goodbye.” Johnny cut open the ties and poured some water into Olegs face, waking him up roughly. “ Leave. Now.” Leah Edison helped him back on his feed and took him out of the room. Oleg was still staggering. They walked down the empty hallway and stepped, away from the Hotelroom. “Did.. did you pissed yourself, Leah?” Oleg asked while they were walking away. “Just shut up. You told me you could fight..” Leah answered annoyed. “just.. go, will you?” Johnny turned to the professor and asked “And now..? – Why are they doing this? Normal people send to commit crimes.” “Money, my friend. There are millions of Dollars on stake. That’s why I wanted you to be my assistant. I mean, Astrid may speaks six languages, but what would she have done in a situation like this?” the Professor turned towards the window. “ Money makes people go nuts… But now, go to bed. Or just leave me alone, because I want to sleep.” Johnny turned around and stepped back into his room. So he was the professors watchdog and he was it all the time… So much for his capabilities as an historian. “Cruel world.. Crazy World”, he thought to himself. He missed Anna..
Chapter 24 New York, about a week later… When Professor van P. published his works and announced the results of the investigation, the RMCM dropped hard on the stock market. During one day, they lost 20% of their volume, when the companies chairman got arrested on his way to Barbados, the RMCM Stocks were on free fall and lost over 83% within tree days. NGOs and former RMCM employees took their chance to attack the firm, cause horrible damage to the renown of the firm. RMCM Stocks hit rock-bottom at -89% of its former volume, ‘Post-Colonialism’ was the term of these days. Another day later, the RMCM Leadership proclaimed, that the firm bankrupt and was going to be sold to an german-led investment fond. Schmitz-Wolfenberg Investment & Marketing, the new owner of RMCM. It was quiet clear, that SWIM was going to smash the RMCM and sell it partwise with high profit. It was a Thursday morning, and Johnny was sitting in a press conference in New York. The professor was about to drop the next bomb. This time, he was up to the Cerberus Exchange Bank in New York. It was Astrid who found the link between CEB NY and the Katanga Crisis, but no one even mentioned her. The professor was sitting on a large table with four microphones. Johnny was sitting on the far right of the table and didn’t even had one microphone in front of him, but no one even asked him anyway. Professor van P. talked about, how he found out that the CEB NY helped to wash dirty money from warlords and ruthless investors. He jabber about how they got nearly shot during the ambush and how he got assaulted in his hotel room. Johnny just sit there and listened. “Nonsense” he thought. “No word about Astrid, Leroy and me, who did most of the work. We found the connection.. but Professor van P. took all the profit. I am not his bodyguard and not only muscle with no brain..” But Johnny kept his mouth shut. Who would even listen to him? The newspaper called him ‘the professors bulldog’. After two and a half hours, Johnny stood up and left. No one even cared. He walked out of the hall and went down the streets. New York? Tourists from all over the world where coming here, songs where sung about this city, but he would rather leave now to get back home. He walked into a bar and sat down. He drank a pint of beer and started a staredown with the musicbox. “Hey Mr. TV-Star.” A cute Latina jumped on the stool next to him. “ You’re this Dutch dude, right? Ben Haim?” “Yeah… that`s me.” Johnny looked aside and rolled his eyes. “ The ‘Bulldog’.. they call me..” “You looked bigger on screen.” She had short curly black hair and a very cute smile. “Do you mind, if I sit here?” “You already do, right?” Johnny smiled joyless. He couldn’t help to check out the girls body, she was really hot. “So, I am Johnny.. And you?” “Isabelle.” She ordered a beer and looked back to Johnny, “ If you want me to leave, you say, right? Are all Dutch so.. dismissive?” “No.. i.. Sorry. I am just, not in the mood, you know?” Johnny felt sorry, he didn’t wanted to be rude, Isabell seemed to be very nice and friendly. “This whole think pissed me off.” “Why? You are some kind of a hero, or not?” Isabell sipped on her beer and wrapped some hair between her fingers. “Or at least .. bad ass in some way.” “See, that`s the point.” Johnny shook his head. “The only thing people see, is the guy who beat up intruders and helped the Professor to escape an ambush.” “But that`s really cool. And hot. A friend of mine said, she would totally screw you.” Isabell giggled. Johnny took another sip from his beer and shook his head. “Sorry, I am real douchebag. It’s just.. no one sees my work as an historian.” “Well, you are a douchebag, that’s true. You checked out my ass but didn’t asked me about my university degree in laws.” Isabell gave him a reproachful look. And Johnny looked down to her nice booty, packed in some nice jeans shorts. “Maybe I should just leave you here, alone.” She groused. “ I am Sorry.. You studied laws?” Johnny realized, that he has been a real weepy idiot. Isabelle giggled. “So you confirm, that you had checked out my butt?” “What? No.. I mean.. well..” he hold up his hands to her. “Okay, lock me up.” “No, it’s okay. I started flirting with you, so.. Whatever.” Isabelle smiled again, a winning smile. “Do you want to go to a lake?” “ A Lake..?” Johnny replied surprised. “To go swimming? I wasn’t expecting that.. got no trunks with me” “ Doesn’t matter, you can get one of those my Ex left in at my place. It’s just on the way to the lake.” “A Lake.. wait.. you know were in New York, do you?” Johnny lifted an eyebrow “Central Park?” she rolled her eyes and giggled “You’re cute.. but not smart, hrmm?” “Hey..!” Johnny wanted to protest, but just paid for the drinks and followed her outside. After something that felt like the odyssey, they finally arrived at Isabells flat, it took them an hour to get there, but it was quiet enjoyable, they talked a lot, laughed and felt sympathy for another. Johnny waited outside of the old 1930s red brick house, while Isabell went inside to grab some things. After a few minutes Isabell came out with an packet backpack and a brown paper bag. “I packed a tight blue Speedo for you. But maybe you’re not brave enough?” Isabell giggled and walked along. “ Pfft. I don’t mind.” Johnny answered as cool as possible, but couldn’t resist to look at her nice wiggling butt in those tight shorts. “Damn..” he muttered. They went trough several streets and finally reached a giant park. They walked trough the park and Isabell put a towel on the ground under a tree close to the lake. “Johnny, do you have a girlfriend?” She asked him straightaway. “ Uhm.. Yeah. I Do.” He answered honestly. “Her name is Anna.” “But you still go out with other girls, hrmm?” she asked, while they took a seat on the towel. “That’s not cool, Johnny.” “Well, we are just friends, right? I am simply enjoying time with you. You’re smart, funny and you showed me the city for free.” Johnny smiled and took off his shirt, the sun was surprisingly warm and felt good on his bare skin. “You’re right. I like you, Johnny. You doesn’t seem to be like the other guys.” She talked, while she undressed herself into a black bikini with skull prints on it. “You even waited at the front door, Mr.Gentleman.” “It’s nice to get to know you. It feels so.. carefree hanging out with you.” Johnny tried hard not to stare and looked out at the lake. “Tell me about your girl. Anna?” Isabell lay her back towards the tree. “And get yourself changed, I don’t want to be the only one in swimming clothes.” “Well, she’s the cutest girl ever. I love her and may want to marry her.” Johnny dig in the backpack and finally found a very tight pair of trunks. “This is a speedo, right?” “Yeah, wrap a towel around you and take it on.” Isabelle giggled and was quiet impressed, when Johnny really did so. It was itchy and really – really tight. They talked for another hour and drank some beer Isabell had packed in the bag and took some sips of booze out of the bottle in the brown paper bag. “Did you really drove a bus trough a roadblock while getting shot at..?” Isabelle asked with an doubtful look, “That`s Bullshit, right?” “No, we really got ambushed and I was the driver. See these scars? Broken glass cut me, when the window bursts.” Johnny pointed on some of the scars on his chest and face. “And you beat up mobsters in an Hotel room in Montreal?” Isabell giggled “ Come on, this has to be bullshit!” “Yeah, that’s bullshit, you’re right. They where just two RMCM employees, who tried to steal the doctors laptop.” Johnny smiled and shook his head. “ And I only had to beat up the guy.” “Woah! Were they armed? Still sounds horrifying.” Isabelle slipped a bit closer and took a sip out of the bottle. “A Gas-Pistol and a switchblade knife. Well we didn’t knew that it was just a Gas-Pistol but.. These guys were just working for RMCM Logistics, it wasn’t a big deal.. I felt sorry for them.” Johnny didn’t like the topic, he don’t wanted to play the big hero, that was just what the News made up. “And what did the Professor? Fainting?” “Hell no. The Professor was calm, always ahead of things. Strange dude.” Johnny replied “..and he can be a real dickhead. You know?” “Cause he didn’t mentioned your part in the investigation thing?” Isabelle slipped even closer and Johnny could smell her hair. It smelled a bit like.. peach? “No, he interrogated the woman..” Johnny shook his head. “ I mean, he told her, that I was a Mossad-Agent and scared the hell out of her by talking german all the time. I bet he had a lot of fun doing so.” “Talking German? How does that helped..?” Isabell gave him a doubtful look. “You need to talk like a evil Bond-Villian, or just stepped out of a WWII Movie. Like: StraSSenVeRkehRsAmT! – see?” Johnny explained very pictorial. “ Doesn’t need to make any sense, but scared the hell out of her. He made her piss her pants, poor thing.” “For real? Wow.. You know what? I made tree girls piss themselves a few years ago. And uploaded it on Youtube.” Isabelle took another sip out of the bottle and smiled. “That’s not really nice. Maybe I should introduce you to Prof. van P., so you can form an alliance of evil?” Johnny couldn’t help to smile a bit. “No, that’s really not nice, why did you do that?” “I was working in a haunted house, so.. it was my job somehow? And they were bullies back in Highschool, so they really deserved it.” Isabelle grinned devilish. “all of them.” “Did they bullied you?” Johnny gave her a pitiful look. “ They gagged me and locked me in a locker and left me inside for the hours. When they finally let me out I already pissed myself and all over my books. So I rushed home in pissed jeans.” Isabelle lay her head against Johnnys shoulder. Maybe it was the beer and booze, but Johnny felt aroused by the story. He pulled the backpack over his lap to hide his sensation. “Want me to paint you a picture?” Isabelle asked out of a sudden “What? Is that some kind of.. Slang I don’t understand?.. Sorry I am confused.” Johnny really was confused, but Isabell took out a bag of pencils and a drawing pad. “I do drawings..? A Hobby? Guess your hobby is to beat up people, right?” she giggled and took out a pencil and started drawing “I do not beat up people as a hobby… “ Johnny tried to defend himself, but stopped, when he watched her drawing. “Hey.. you’ re good at it..” For another few hours they stayed under the three, talked, drank and Isabelle drew her pictures. It was getting late afternoon, when she showed Johnny her pictures. “Woah, that’s really good.” Johnny said surprised. “Well, you really were this hot in high school?” “I am still, or not?!” Isabell giggled and handed over the pictures. “It would be better if i had more time and a desk, not painting on my legs...here take them.” Johnny watched the pictures and couldn’t prevent himself from getting aroused again. He tried the backpack-trick again, because the speedo already was very tight. “You know what?” Isabell stood up, adjusted her panties and looked down at Johnny. “What..?” Johnny lifted an eyebrow and turned his head aside. Isabelle closed her eyes for a second, opened them again and smiled very relieved. When suddenly, pee poured out of her bikini panties and rushed down her legs. Shiny wetness spread on her crotch and pulled up to her waist. She just stood there and peed for several seconds. Warm wetness pouring down her long tanned legs and dripping on the grass. Johnnys jar dropped down. He couldn’t believe it. Isabelle came back to the towel and flipped the backpack over. “Uhh.. look at this. Looks like you liked it?” She giggled winningly, seeing the bulge at Johnnys trunks. He couldn’t deny it… “Well.. that’s.. Woah.. please.. Don’t do this..” Johnny stammered, “ I really like you but.. I can’t stand this.. You know I got a girlfriend.” “Chill. I just wanted to test it. It’s all right, it wont happen again, okay? I swear” Isabell was still smiling, smiling like she just had achieved what he wanted. “Test it..?” Johnny felt tensed, he didn’t wanted to be aroused like that, he was thinking about Anna at home.. But damn, it was really hot.. “Let`s go to a bar.. And take a drink, forget about this, okay?” Isabelle suggested and gave him a apologetic look. “ I Am sorry, okay? It was too much. I didn’t wanted to spoil our day.” “okay.. well.. do you need to get changed.. first?” Johnny tried hard to get his mind clear. “No.. it will dry up quickly. It’s still warm outside.” She just wringed her panties out a bit with one hand and pulled her shorts over them. A small wet patch appeared, when the wetness slowly soaked trough the fabric of her shorts. When Johnnys situation was getting a bit less tensed, he changed back into his normal clothes. “Damn it..” he thought, “ Hope.. this isn’t the worst mistake I ever made..” [To make a small poll for some (maybe) upcomming stories. Johnny is going to make a decision, that may ruin his relationship to Anna. To make it a bit cryptic: 🐕? or..🐖?] Edited July 31 by Dunkel (see edit history)
Chapter 25 Saturday evening, in town in Brabant. The door bell rang several times and Anna heard some wild knocking at the door. She rolled her eyes. Sooner or later she would get trouble with the landlord, when Samy keeps being so loud. She opened the door and – of course- it was Samy who rushed in. “Movie night!” she announced. “And …Wine !” She packed her bag on the table and pulled out 3 bottles of french white wine and a Blue Ray Disc of Moulin Rouge. “You’re kidding, right?” Anna shook her head. “ Tree Bottles of Wine?” “Tomorrow is a Sunday, so.. who cares?” Samy jumped on the couch and opened the Disc. “ It was a get 3 pay 2 special at the supermarket.” “Well.. French white wine.. Have you tested it before..? But what about this Movie..?” Anna gave her a doubtful look. “France is known for Wine. And the movie takes place in Paris. And I got a bag of French fries in here. – You need to put them in the oven, quick, they are already unfreezing.” Samy tossed a bag of frozen French fries over to Anna and send her off to the kitchen. Anna rolled her eyes, but did what she was told to do.. A few minutes later, they both sat on the couch and were drinking their first glass of wine. The wine was a bit too sour and tasted a bit like unripe apple. Anna didn’t like the taste, but after a half glass of it, it was getting better.. Samy started the film an so the evening rolled on. It only took them less than an hour to empty the first bottle of wine. Anna felt the wine and was starting to get tipsy. Samy probably felt the same, they giggled and talked and nearly forgot about the film they were watching. They talked about the fiasco at the Comic-Con, their future plans and they examined the case of ‘Samy not having a boyfriend for over three month’, which turned out to be a very complex topic. And most importantly, they didn’t even mentioned Johnny. That jerk, traveling the world, while she was home all alone. “ I want a rematch.” Samy finally announced. “I will beat you this time.” “A what?” maybe it was the wine, but Anna doesn’t understand. “ A holding contest – a rematch.” Samy explained, “Last time you won by luck. I am going to destroy you this time.” “Oh Samy… I don’t want to…” Anna could already feel a small urge to pee and she knew, that wine was passing right trough her. “Oooowww.. Look at this little yellow-belly! Aww poor little Anna doesn’t dare to do a rematch? Maybe she already tinkled a bit in her tiny little panties..?” Samy mocked her and pointed her finger. “ Well.. okay! But we can go to the toilet, right? I don’t want the couch to be spoiled. Right..?” Anna rolled her eyes. She knew she would probably lose this time. They continued to drink the wine, so when the film was over, they already emptied the second bottle. Anna could feel her bladder filling rapidly. The urge to pee was growing up rapidly. She felt the bulge of her bladder pressing against her boyshorts and she could even see it under her green sport tights. She felt very uncomfortable and tried to shift her butt from side to side, but it didn’t helped much. She look to Samy, which doesn’t seemed to have much trouble till now. Anna pushed one hand between her legs crossing them tightly. “Looks like you are about to lose, little Anna!” Samy giggled and pointed her finger on Anna again. “pssschhh! Think about dazzling rain! Or.. Rivers! PScchh!” Annas muscles were tensed to the maximum, but her bladder just kept filling up. It hurts her physically. But she didn’t wanted to lose, while Samy didn’t even seemed in urge to pee. Samy took her glass of wine and slowly poured some wine inside it.. “Listen.. hear that? The dribbling and patter?” “ just.. Shut up, will you?” Anna growled tense. Her overstretched bladder hurt her really bad, but she tried her best to hold in the flood. But then, out of a sudden, her bladder cramped and she felt a first drop of pee escaping into her panties. “Shit!” Anna jumped on her feet and felt another spurt spurting out and wetting her panties.” Shit! Shit Shit!” Anna rushed towards the toilet, while Samy was sheering and laughing on the couch. “Aww! Did you pissed yourself!?” Anna closed the door loudly and janked down her green sport tights. Luckily they seemed to be dry and had no stain visible. Another spurt of pee dribbled into her purple boyshort panties and a visible wetness spread on the cotton fabric. A small stream of pee running down both sides of her legs. She was about to lose it completly. She pulled her panties down and quickly jumped on the toilet. Pee was splashing into bowl loudly. It took like what felt an eternity.. She pulled up her panties and checked the damage. There was a visible wetness darkening the crotch of her panties and she could feel some warm wetness around her butt. She couldn’t wear those panties. It would soak trough her sport tights and Samy would see it , no doubts in that. So Anna took them off and tossed them into the laundry basket, hiding it under some clothes. She pulled out a black thong and pulled it over. Already worn but dry and unstained. Luckily her green sport tights were may a bit damped but without any wetness showing. Anna went back to the living room, where she got welcomed by a sheering and laughing Samy. “Sooo!? Did someone pissed herself!?” Samy giggled. “Poor little Pee-Pee-Anny” “ I made it in time. Sorry.” Anna lied. “So, show your panties, I bet they are wet!” Samy demanded. Anna pulled down her pants and showed her panties. “See? Dry. I am sorry. But you won, okay?” Samy seemed to be dissatisfied, she wanted to see Anna peeing all over herself, to get a good revenge, but didn’t got what she wanted.. A few hours, another bottle of wine and a lot of ‘deeptalk’ later, the girls fell into Annas bed. The wine wrapped them in a deep sleep. Sparkling lights shined on the stage, while Anna was watching it from the stage rise behind the curtain. A large crowd of people filled the hall behind it. “Your turn in 2 Minutes. Get ready.” Some guy gave her a slap on her butt and send her up the stage rise. “Get on stage when the music starts.” Anna stumbled up the stairs, it wasn’t easy to walk in those fancy shoes. It was the moment she realized , that she was wearing a showgirl outfit. With satin red underwear and stockings. Her hair was made up like in the last century. She was a singer and it was her turn for the show! When the music started playing, she walked out on the stage, while the people started sheering and applause rolled over her. She started singing, some French chanson. The people seemed to like it. She danced a bit, jiggled her hips in a tempting way. Suddenly she felt an crowing urge to pee again. Not now, she thought. Not now..! She had to do her show, she could not get off the stage right now. And she could not hold her crotch or something like that. She tried her best to get along. But the urge grew stronger, faster.. unbearable. At the last line of her song, Anna reached for a high tone to sing. Her muscles were tensed, but then… it happened. She felt her bladder giving up. But not just a spurt or a dribble. A large stream escaped her bladder and splashed trough her panties and poured out her outfit. Pee was running down her legs and she felt the wetness soaking in her stockings. She was totally pissing herself on stage. But the crowd was sheering and again a thunderous applause rolled over her. She was in shock, and then.. she wake up. Anna could feel something warm and wet around her fingers. The sheets. She felt a puddle. She was horrified. Did she wet the bed?! She slowly shoved the blanket aside… Her panties were still dry. Anna breathe easy. But then she pulled the blanket off the bed and saw what happened. She didn’t wet the bed… But Samy did! The handsome dark tanned beauty lay in a large puddle of pee. Her green panties were soaked with urine and Anna could taste the smell of her warm fresh pee. Samy moved her head and opened her eyes slowly. “What.. is it..?” She mumbled sleepily and looked at Anna, who was standing next to the bed and looked down in disbelief. “What’s … wh..a? WOAH!” “Samy.. I think you… you.. wet the bed..” Anna stuttered. “ No! Noo this cant be true..!” Samy was horrified. “I never wet the bed.. I don’t do this..!” “It’s.. okay.. We drank a lot of wine.. Accidents happen.” Anna tried to calm her down, but Samy started crying and sobbing. “ I am a grown up woman!” “ I am sorry! I.. really never wet the bed since I was a child! Please don’t tell anyone.” Samy sobbed. “It’s okay. I won’t. Calm down. Really. It’s not a big deal.” Anna hugged her tightly and finally managed to calm her down. “ I.. just had this stupid dream.. I am.. Sorry Anna.” Samy apologized. Anna just gave her a caring smile and send Samy to the shower. While Samy showered off the shame, Anna stripped the bed and removed all the proofs of Samys little accident. Anna wondered, if Samy may had the same dream? Anna tried to imagine, how it may looked like..?
Totally fictional story, just a quick one that I kind of entertained on a whim, semi-based off of true circumstances. Dear goodness I had a lot of trouble even getting this started, if there are multiple postings I am sorry, I had been in training for a while trying to get myself into shape, this involved big changes in diet and daily exercise, and one of the biggest changes that came about from this was the amount of water I had to drink in a day. I used to fill a gallon milk jug every morning and would finish it before bedtime. And of course with that much liquid going in, it reflected in how much I put out, and how long it took to get it all out. I've always had a rather large bladder, but a much shyer one, at least from what I could tell judging from the other people I hung around. I never used the toilets at school, heck I barely knew what the bathrooms looked like. I never had a problem going pretty much a whole day without using the bathroom until before bed. On long bus rides I would watch as people scrambled for the toilets after riding for a few hours and not feel like I had to go at all. And even car trips with a bunch of guys occasionally they'd all stop and get out and go to their respective corners of the vehicle and piss brazenly outside while I waited around, I could never bring myself to take my dick out in public like that, much less have a pee. They never took very long either, 15-30 seconds if they were desperate, whereas I could and usually did pee for close to a minute once I got started, I always imagined everyone zipping up and getting ready to get back in the car while I'm still going and going. The scenarios in my mind alone got me good at holding. After I started this gallon jug a day routine, I finally really experienced the feeling of not being able to hold on, and my evening pees lasted up to two minutes or more and really felt amazing. It was around that time i started experimenting with my capacity. Even going as far as teasing myself standing in front of a toilet with my penis out, forcing myself to hold on as my bladder begged for release, until I really couldn't hold any longer and the urine forced itself down and out into the waiting waters below. Then, I grew bolder still and sometimes I would go for a jog down at a local high school track in the evening, and after a few laps of feeling the pee sloshing around inside me, when I felt I could take it no more I would run up and hide under the bleachers to let it out. It was summer and there were no kids there, and usually late at night no people at all either. And because I'm a creep and had a stopwatch that I timed my laps with, I could time how long I pissed for. Day after day I watched as drinking more of the gallon jug during the day would increase my urination by a few seconds each time, climbing to 2 and 2.5 minutes non-stop. The relief was intoxicating. Now, if there were people around, I would cut the running short and drinking short and head back home just to prevent quite literally getting "caught with my pants down". Although I did develop a fascination wondering what would ever happen should I get caught, I surely wouldn't be able to stop the stream once it got going, and given my past record of shy bladdered-ness I pushed these thoughts away as unhealthy. One day after getting to the track later than usual as the sun was setting, I figured this would be a fine day to go ahead and drink up all the remaining water in the jug and get to running, maybe I could even break my record for a pee break while I was at it.. Everything went as normal and as I nearing my fourth lap, I was concentrating hard on keeping the flood at bay, and due to my pressing need I managed to stumble a bit on a stray rock along the track and twist one of my ankles. The pain was pretty bad and was rather detrimental to walking, luckily I was in front of the bleachers and there was a set of steps nearby that I was able to hobble over to and sit down on while my ankle rested. Unfortunately, I still really needed to pee, but with my ankle hurt the way it was I wasn't really able to stand up and take care of it. I sat desperately trying to think of a way to get myself under the bleachers but after trying to stand for just a moment bracing myself on the hand railing of the stairs I realized that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, about that time I felt my hold start to loosen as urine began to work down my shaft. I clutched at my penis through my basketball shorts and sat myself back down looking as the place where the head was grew a little darker with liquid. I had finally reached my limit, all the water and jostling of my bladder was too much for me to take. It was then that i looked down in front of me, the steps themselves led down into dry dirt before the track started. I figured it could use the watering and would dry up before it could be discovered by anyone, so I let go of my dick and quickly pulled up the left leg of my shorts and boxers allowing it to flop down and unleash a thick gush of urine. Pee shot out in front of me a few feet and so I aimed it down a bit more so that it was going into the dirt right in front of me, I underestimated how much I was letting out and the dry dirt soon formed a puddle that was growing by the second filling the air with splashing not unlike that of a downpour of rain on the waiting earth, it was pelting the ground with such force that my legs were both getting some back spray off the ground. The release was better than any I'd had before, I shut my eyes and sighed as I focused on feeling my bladder slowly deflate. No more than ten seconds in, I heard something that shocked my right to my core. "Uhm, are you okay? I was just coming down to do some jogging when I saw you trip and hobble over here... uh... oh..." Caught. I'd been caught. And judging by the voice a girl no less. She's going to call the police, I'm going to jail, I'm going to be a sex offender. Rampant thoughts ran through my mind as my bladder voided it's contents endlessly on the ground. I craned my neck around to see my would be captor, a thin girl with hair tied into a pony tail in the back, she had a small white tank top on and green short shorts as she stood with her hand covering her mouth upon realizing what I was doing "I'm sorry! I just had a lot to drink and I couldn't hold it anymore, please don't have me arrested!" I pleaded as still my stream hit the ground below. "Oh, it's you..." she said as she approached me "I've seen you under the bleachers before." She was now around in front of me, I tried to cover myself with both my hands as the pee drained on. "So this is what it looks like up close, it's bigger than I thought" I didn't understand, I always checked to see if there were any cars or anything around before I'd gone to the bathroom. She's seen me before? It's bigger than she thought? While I pondered if I should take that as a compliment, I noticed her tense her legs together tightly as she eye'd my still going dick. "What are you talking about?" I asked puzzled. "Well, I usually come here really late to run after I get off work. I live close by so I usually just walk here, and usually by the time I get here I've seen you dash up under the bleachers here, and after seeing that a few times I got curious what was going on, so I'd sneak around to the side so I could see what you were doing under here. At first I was like "oh he's just peeing" but then I saw just how much of an endeavor it was for you, I'd never seen a boy "going" before and I kind of wanted to sneak up surprise you a few times, but I couldn't think of anything to say and didn't really want to scare you and you stop coming here, so I just settled for watching in the wings." Again I noticed her legs fidgeting slightly as she pushed her toned thighs together. "So, you've been watching this whole time?" I said aghast that someone had been watching me all this time and I had no idea. "I guess so, it's kinda been my thing that I've kept hidden all my life, a fascination with peeing, and sometimes," she winced, "after you leave I have a nice long leak myself. The bathrooms at work are disgusting so I usually wait til I get home, until I saw you here, I've kept holding and see if I can make it to pee outside here." She crossed one leg and grabbed her crotch. "In fact, sometimes it's all I can do to wait for you to finish and leave before I come over and pee, so if you'd hurry up and finish anytime now that would be great, cause as it is, I really, really, gotta go." She bent over slightly at the waist and held herself tighter. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing, here a beautiful girl secretly watching me piss on a daily basis, bursting with pee herself as she waited for my ever voiding bladder to finish it's long awaited pee. "I-I'm sorry, I'll try to hurry it up." I said as I clenched down and forced out even more pee with much force. "Oh hurry, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!" She said as she bounced up and down, I watched as her small breasts bounced lightly in her shirt. Finally after about 20 more seconds my stream slowed to a trickle and then a few drops and finally nothing, I gave one last push to force the last bit out which weakly splashed down into the puddle. "Done? Oh thank goodness!" She said as she pulled her pants and underwear down in one motion and squatted right in front of me and let out a sigh as her own stream splashed into the puddle below. "Whew, I really didn't have much more time there, I've been holding this all day, and you weren't exactly helping either." She sighed again and grasped her knees a little more as she relaxed even further and her piss picked up in force. "My apologies at hogging the toilet" I said jokingly as I adjusted my shorts back to cover my dick, which as I watched her there, pee streaming heavily into the puddle that I created, breasts lightly pushed together creating just a bit of cleavage, and her slightly flushed look of relief it was becoming increasingly difficult to fit it back into my underwear. "Oh my, it gets even bigger still?" She said as she was once again looking right at my penis. "Only when there's a gorgeous girl wetting like there's no tomorrow in front of me." I responded, taking the opportunity to check out where she was peeing from as well" "Hey, no peeking, well, maybe just a little, it's only fair I suppose." She said as she spread her legs just a bit more giving me more of a view of the waterfall of urine pouring out of her. After what felt like ages her stream finally started to trickle down to nothing but a few drops, she too forced the last bit out and shook herself slightly to dry and with that she pulled her pants back up. "Well, that was some introduction." I said, "My name is Nakasette." "Sara." She said with a smile. "I think I've got some other things to take care of, I looked down slightly at the bulge in my pants, and I still don't think I'm in any shape for walking just yet." "I think I can help with both of those things..." She stated as she extended a hand down to help me up, I grabbed hold and pulled myself up with my other hand on the railing, and carefully stepped over the massive puddle as I leaned on her slightly to support me as we walked away towards my car. The End Edited March 15, 2016 by nakasette (see edit history)
Well, time for me to be pathetic. This is a warning about the next part of this story, I kind of had to follow up what I set up previously, which implied sex... or as I've written it, a blowjob. I've never had a blowjob let alone sex. I don't know what it's like, so if this seems super awkward it's because I literally don't know what I'm talking about. So, here is a sequel I never intended to write. As we made out way over to my car I noticed the pain in my ankle wasn't subsiding, and I was a bit concerned how I was going to drive home at this rate. I had a 5 speed and I didn't think I could work the clutch with the condition I was in. I grabbed on to the car, letting go of her support and once i had adjusted again, I opened the drivers door and fell more than sat down into the seat. Sara leaned down and peered into the car. "Are you going to be able to make it back like that?" she asked "Well, that's what I'm looking to find out now." I replied as I put my foot on the pedal and tried to apply pressure, pain shot through me and I quickly realized i wasn't going anywhere for a while yet. "Ah, no, I don't think this is possible." I said with a bit of strain in my voice. "That's alright, I've got a back-up plan." Sara stated as she pulled out her cell phone. She walked a few paces away and I could just barely pick up the conversation, it seemed the other person on the line was taking some convincing to do whatever it was she wanted them to. I looked down at my pants and thankfully my erection was slowly starting to droop. The wet spot from my earlier unintentional release was also fading, I did notice an odd sensation at this time though, somehow, seemingly impossibly, i felt pressure in my bladder. How could this be? I had just pissed for all I was worth, hadn't I? I thought back to my release, I realized it hadn't gone on nearly long enough for me to be empty, probably a little over 30 seconds, if I had truly voided myself, this girl would probably be sitting here with a dripping set of shorts, judging by how quickly she had started going just as she pulled her shorts down she was clearly at her limit. After replaying the event in my head I realized I must have had what is known as a "Bladder Spasm", where your body truly can't hang on anymore and has to let go to avoid damaging itself. Unfortunately, I must have just gone enough to take the edge off, but was still sitting with a close to full bladder. It was still manageable for now, I was used to holding after all. What I wasn't used to was being seen by a girl taking a leak, and even though she had shown me herself unleashing a torrent of urine, I didn't really want to repeat the incident so soon. I looked down at my shorts once more, and, stimulated by my mental shows, my member had returned to rock hardness. Almost on queue Sara returned hanging up her phone as she started walking back. I tried desperately to force my dick back down so she wouldn't notice. "Good news, it took some convincing but my sister is going to swing by after work and pick us up here, she works later than I do at an office building in town, so she should be here in about a half hour. Plenty of time to tend to... things..." She said with a smirk as she looked down at the outline of my erect penis through my shorts. I turned as red as possible, I hadn't had any experience with women, and was shy for my age I suppose. She walked around the car, opened the passenger door and climbed in shutting the door behind her, I followed suite and shut my door as well. "I'm impressed, I've been with a lot of guys, but you're stamina is up there... Can I look at it now?" she leaned over and pulled the leg of my shorts all the way back and revealed my cock. I was sweating profusely as she stared at it, I didn't know what to do or say all I could do was sit in stunned silence as she reached a hand out to touch it. as her fingers wrapped around it twitched in her grasp, she giggled, then looked up at me. "Is this your first time? Don't worry, I'll be gentle, I don't want to sound like a slut but I've got a lot of experience here." She slog hwly began working her hand up and down my shaft and i watched as one of her hands disappeared into her own shorts. She then tilted the head of my dick toward her mouth and slowly let her lips envelope it. I was floored, nothing had ever felt this way before, I looked as her hand started moving rapidly in her pants and her head bobbed in rhythm, I could do nothing as moments passed without conscious thought on my side until I felt something welling up inside me, I barely had enough time to choke out a warning before it was too late. Seeming to know what was happening she pulled her head back as I came as hard as I ever had, she looked surprised as she pulled back further and all the way off my exposed dick. It shone with her saliva in the fast dwindling daylight, I looked at her as she sat up and swallowed lightly. "Well, that didn't take long, you sure came a lot too, do you not masturbate or something?" she said wiping her mouth with her free arm. I couldn't even speak, nothing on my entire person worked, all I could do was look at her flushed face as I tried to come up with something to say. I noticed she still had her hand moving down below. " I... that... I... amazing..." was all I could finally bring myself to say. "Glad you liked it, now give me a minute, I'm nearly there myself..." She said as she closed her eyes and started moving her hand more vigorously, her breathing became heavy, small moans and gasps escaped her lips and then, finally, she convulsed and slowly stopped moving her hand as she finally got ever the edge of her orgasm. Even though I just came I was rock hard after watching this performance. "Hah... hah... that was good... I needed that like the pee I had." she said as she threw her head back still regulating her breathing. "Although it doesn't seem like I've helped you at all you're really something you know that? Most guys go limp afterwards" she giggle as she looked down at my erect dick. "Better hurry and think of something else, my sister should be here soon, and I doubt you want her to see that tower you've got there." I looked down again. "Easy for you to say." I thought. "You can hang out at my house til your ankle improves, and boy do I need a shower." she said looking down at herself, she was glistening with sweat. "Thanks, I really appreciate it." I was finally able to put a sentence together. After that we talked about all sorts of things, where we were from, how long we'd been there, what we did, everything, finally with casual conversation I went back to regular size, as the sun finally set all the way down in the sky and darkness crept in, unfortunately my bladder was again catching up to me and I knew it wouldn't be long til I had to let more out again. It wasn't long til we saw a car turn in to the parking lot and Sara got out to flag her down. She came around to my side again and helped me out and over into the passenger seat of her sisters car. As she opened the door to get in I got a good look at her as Sara introduced me. She was a very mature looking lady, hair up in a bun, a nice business attire on that still managed to accentuate an ample bust line, going down into a dark black knee length skirt, while the car was in park she had her legs pursed together tightly I noticed. "Oh, hello there, Nakasette was it? I'm Sara's sister Lara. We live close by so we should be home soon, honestly I'm sure you could have walked if not for your injury." She said with clear concern on her face as her brow scrunched up a bit unnaturally. "Uh, yes, thanks so much, It was a dumb mistake of mine." I choked out a response as I shifted to put my foot in a good location "it's ok, these things happen, hurry UP Sara!" she yelled out the door, Sara hastily shut my door and jumped into the back. "Alright already, no need to yell" Sara said a bit tersely back to her. Wasting no time Lara put the car in gear and we were headed out of the lot and down the street, about 30 seconds later we were in front of a small house, looked to be 2 or 3 bedroom, an old slopped roof like you'd see on a farm I suppose. As soon as we pulled in Sara got out to help me in when Lara's phone started ringing. "Oh what could it be now? go ahead in without me, I have to take this." she stated pulling out her phone and crossing one leg over the other in her seat while she spoke with the other person on the line. Sara and I walked steadily up to the front door and in to the small hallway inside, with a flick of a switch lights sprang to life on the walls and Sara led me into the living room with a big couch placed squarely in the back facing a modest sized TV. "This should be a good start, hang around a bit, I'm going to hop in the shower, It's just my sister and I here so you won't be bothering anything, and after she's gone to sleep we can... work on a few other things together..." she said with a mischievous look on her face. This girl was unbelievable. I listened as her footsteps grew softer as she moved away and I heard the opening and closing of a door somewhere else down that hall. I turned on the TV and sat there not really interested in anything on screen, I was much more concerned with figuring a discreet way to relieve myself. A few moments later Lara finally came in, I heard her shuffling around kicking off shoes and such as she started past the living room, she had let her hair down and I now saw it was rather long around her shoulders, not knowing what to do I shot up. "Uh, sorry to intrude like this, I feel kind of awkward just being invited in like this." I said apologetically. "Oh it's fine, we don't really have much company, by the way, where is Sara? Did she just leave you hear?" she asked looking around as if to find her somewhere in the spacious room. "I think she went off to take a shower or something?" I said recounting what she told me, at that moment as if to confirm my story what sounded like a shower came on down the hall and caught Lara's attention. "She's taking a shower NOW of all times? Lara said as she tensed up her legs again. Looking at that moment a lot like Sara had at the track. She disappeared from my sight as I faintly heard her also proceed down the hall and knock on a door somewhere. "Sara!, let me in!" she yelled down the hall. "Hang on a bit, I won't be long!" Sara yelled back. Defeated, I listened as Lara appeared in the entrance to the living room again a bead of sweat on her forehead and hands between her legs. Even though I knew full well what was going on from all the clues she'd been giving, I still felt it necessary to ask. "Are you alright?" I said somewhat softly. "I... I'm fine, I'm sorry you had to see me like this. I'm just in terrible need of a ladies room at the moment. I haven't been since this morning and all the meetings and coffee I've had has caught up to me. I originally intended to dash right home and go, but Sara insisted and now she's gone and hogged our only bathroom." She said pained as she sat down on another chair, still holding herself and crossing her legs, her arms pushing her breasts together making them look even bigger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to delay your need like this." I said meekly. I was surprised, these sisters were so open about their needs, was this the way they were raised? "It's ok, this isn't your fault, I've kind of got a reputation at work as having an iron bladder, so much so that I never use the toilets at the office... Well, except one time, I was running late and had to skip my morning pee, by the time noon rolled around I couldn't take it anymore, as soon as we were dismissed for lunch I ran to the toilets and just barely made it. Oh, I've got to stop talking about peeing, this is worse than that time by far, hurry Sara!" she said bouncing up and down on her seat. I myself was getting to be in bad shape, I would have to go soon, I finally resorted to squeezing my own legs together to try and ease the pressure, but it wasn't doing a whole lot for me, the erection I was starting to get however was at the very least, I crossed my legs to hide it from her view. Finally the water came to an abrupt stop, Lara bolted from her seat and practically ran down the hall. I managed to limp a bit of the way to the hallway myself just in time to see Lara rush past Sara with a towel wrapped around her midsection and another towel on her head, into a door at the end of the hall. I looked further in and right there sat a toilet which Lara wasted no time in turning around ripping her pants down and plopping herself onto, almost instantly a loud hiss started and the sound of water on water filled the open air as her piss thundered into the waiting waters below. She looked to be in ecstasy as she threw her head back groaned and slouched back on the toilet spreading her legs just a bit in the process, had I been closer I'm sure I could have seen everything, just then she looked back at ground level and saw Sara standing there wide eyed watching her release and me further down the hall. "SARA WHAT ARE YOU DOING! SHUT THE DOOR NOW!" She screamed over the torrent of piss she was letting out, Sara hastily obliged and shut the door muting but not totally drowning out the sound of her pee. "Wow, it's been a while since I've seen her that desperate, she should be there a while, I'm good though, I let a little out in the shower." She said as she walked down the hall towards me. I on the other hand had just about hit my limit again. I had one hand around my dick to keep it from spraying out on the floor where I stood and another hand on the wall to brace myself. "This is kind of hard for me to say, but..." I started to say. "You need to pee?" Sara cut me off. "I thought you finished a lot sooner than you should have, you usually last a little over a minute." What was she doing, timing me? "Yeah, I thought I finished before, it stopped coming out at least, but on the way back to the car I felt I still wasn't empty." I said feeling dumb for even saying it. "I have a plan, that human fire hydrant in there is going to be a bit yet, trust me, she can hold a lot, one time when she missed her morning pee..." Sara started "I think I've been over that part." It was my turn to cut her off. Meanwhile Lara's pee continued unabated on the other side of the door. I winced as she moaned in relief again, "What was your plan now?" "Follow me up the stairs here." She said as she took my hand and led me to stairs that led to the second floor. "You expect me to climb stairs? I don't think I can." I said looking up at them "Well you gotta go don't you? I've got a great spot just up here to let it all out. Come on, it'll feel great." she said coaxing me on up the stairs. It wasn't as bad as I thought, the railings actually made it pretty easy, I could feel the pent up urine sloshing around inside me now though, this was by far one of my longest holds. After what seemed like hundreds of stairs we were finally at the top. "Come on, my rooms this way." she opened a door on the left and walked in still clad in her towels. She hit the lights revealing a rather average looking room, stuffed animals lined her bed as I limped in. She walked over to her back wall and opened the window there, by my geography this was facing the back of the house. "Well, here you go, your urinal awaits" she said as she presented the open window to me, a cool breeze blew in around me. "You want me to piss out the window?" I asked bewildered. "Do you know of any other toilets we can make use of? out back there is nothing but woods, even if someone did look all they're going to see is a jet coming out the window here, I used to hang myself out the window and let loose if my sister was in the bathroom." She said invitingly, I looked at the open window, my bladder begging for release we must have been right over the bathroom because I could STILL here Lara's babbling brook down below. That was it, I couldn't wait any longer, I hobbled over to the window, fished my penis out of my shorts, aimed out the window and finally, finally let go. Pee gushed out like a fire hose, it was all I could do to balance on one leg while I directed the flow out the window, I could hear the water finally making it's way to the soil down below, it was much louder than I imagined. I just kept pissing non stop, it was the best release I'd had yet. "Ohhhhh..." I sighed as my pee continued pouring out. I was still kind of balancing on one leg and was having a bit of difficulty keeping my balance, when I seemed to be teetering Sara came up and supported me under my shoulder like she had when we were walking. I could tell she was looking at my dick but I no longer cared, it was just so good to finally pee. "Do you mind if I have a go?" Sara asked as she looked up at me. "Er, have a go with what now?" I asked looking down at her. Just then she grabbed my dick out of my hand and started to play with my stream of pee. "Whee! This is fun!" she said as she pulled my penis left and right and swirled around in circles, watching the shapes she'd made fall to the ground, she then tried to pull it up to make an arc even higher into the air, I gave a push to make it go higher, then unexpectedly she just let go and my cock flopped down soaking the area below the window and pooling on the floor. "ACK! I'm sorry! I said as I tried to stop, to no avail, I quickly pulled it back up and resumed proper flow out the window." I said as I looked at how just the few seconds of release in the wrong direction had made a puddle on the floor. "I just wanted to see what would happen, don't stop now, that's still quite the waterfall you've got going on there, besides, that's why I have these." she said as she took the towel off her midsection and began to wipe the floor with it, fully exposing her naked body in the process. My eyes were glued to her as she revealed her petite breasts to me round and perky with pink nipples that appeared larger when not confined to a bra or towel, then she bent down to clean the floor, giving me a full view of her ass as well. Just then we heard a toilet flush down below, it seemed Lara had finally emptied herself, and was heading up the stairs as I still kept peeing. "Sara? It sounds like it started raining outside, did you put my windows up?" She called as her feet plodded up the stairs. Sara, having nothing to cover herself with, hastily took the towel soaked in my piss and wrapped it back around her body again. Lara finally made it to the top of the stairs and looked over to see me still going like there was no tomorrow. "This is all your fault Lara, our poor guest here just had to go pee and you went and laid claim to the bathroom for so long this was our only option." Sara said defending my impromptu semi public urination. "My fault? you're the one who just had to take a shower when I had to take the worst piss of my life, I bet you even peed in the shower didn't you? She accused "Well, maybe a little bit, I just can't help it with all that rushing water all over me, I let most of it out at the track where I met Nakasette, he even stopped when he still had to go to let me have a turn." she said as she turned back to look at me, "Right?" "That's, I, can I just finish what I'm doing here?" I said over the spray Lara had mistaken for a rain fall. "You really must have been full, well, I can't argue the feeling of a long held pee, I'm going to bed, goodnight you two. Lara said as she turned towards her room, looked back over her shoulder at me once more, then finally went into her room and closed her door. "Brrr, I thought she'd never leave." Sara removed the wet towel that she'd covered up in and went over to her night stand to get some underwear, every chance I got I took in more of her body, as she pulled her underwear gently up over her hips, hiding her most private parts. I just wanted to stop at this point. Just how many minutes had it been? I must be close to five now, this was my record pee, suddenly, I felt my pressure in my bladder deflating, truly deflating, I had done it, I was finally empty, I was weak in the knees at this point and I collapsed onto the bed that was a few feet from me. I closed my eyes, then opened them again to Sara standing over me, still topless, her boobs jiggling every time she moved. "All better now?" she asked. "Like you wouldn't believe." I said, closing my eyes again. "Well hey, your pee made me all cold, now it's up to you to warm me up." Sara said as she snuggled into the bed, I happily obliged and worked my way up into the bed as well. I couldn't believe it, everything had changed for me, I had a person to talk to, I had so many experiences, I could scarcely believe I was alive, after all was said and done, I closed my eyes and fell into sleep with Sara at my side. The End, again. Also, I didn't really go back through and edit this, I'll do it later maybe. I don't know.
I awoke the next morning slowly to an alarm going off, after i blinked my eyes a few times I realized this was not my bed. I sat up quickly and looked around as my memory started to piece itself back together. "Right, this is Sara's room... this really happened..." I said in slight disbelief at the evening I'd had prior. I then realized I was all alone in her room, I fiddled with the clock at her bedside until i'd silenced it. I looked around and got up out of the bed and noticed a paper on her dresser. On closer inspection it was a note left by Sara, it read: "Good morning! At least it should be if you woke up to my alarm. I had to go to work early today so I left about an hour ago, you slept straight through that alarm so I figured you were exhausted. You can do whatever you want, my sister should be there all day so if you need anything feel free to ask her. I'll see you later." So that's what happened to her. I looked back at the clock blinking next her bed, it appeared to be 10 in the morning. I remember seeing it before we fell asleep and it showed 10:02pm then... Had I really slept for 12 hours straight? Just then I felt a twinge in my bladder which felt rather full despite me drinking nothing since my leak just before bed, almost confirming the time gap. "Well, at least my ankle doesn't hurt nearly as much, I can walk with little discomfort, I should probably make my way to the toilet." I thought to myself. As i walked to her door. I slowly plodded my way down the stairs and just as I was approaching the bottom I heard clinking and the sound of running water, curious I walked down the hall a bit in search of the noise when I found the entrance way to the small space they had devoted to a kitchen. I quickly dodged back into the hall from the site I was greeted with. Lara was in front of the sink, which luckily for me faced away from the hallway, I say because all she was wearing was a loose white spaghetti strap shirt (blouse? i don't know women's clothing...) and a pair of white panties. I peeked my head around the corner as I was about to let her know I was there when her movements caught my eye. I stood and watched her for a bit as she picked up dishes one at a time a cleaned them to be put into a pile, she had her legs crossed and was wiggling around bouncing her rear every which way as if she was clearly bursting for a pee. Every time she turned off the faucet her movements would relax although it was still apparent that she needed a break, and each time the water started again she squeezed her legs tighter and wiggled even more furiously as she tried to finish her task. Watching her nearly naked like this I saw that she was pretty much bigger then Sara in every way, and some ways more so than others, every now and then when she turned I could see her breasts jiggling much more pronounced than Sara's had, it didn't look like she had a bra one either. I was starting to feel the pressure building too, whenever the sink was running I almost had to clasp my penis shut to stem the flood. I knew I should just tell her I was here and then stop over at the bathroom, but I was hypnotized by her display here. Finally she took the last plate I could see and put it into the pile of dishes as she turned the faucet off one last time, just then she clasped one hand into her crotch and bent over again, then slowly she raised herself up and reached for an empty vase that was on the other side of the counter with an odd oval shaped mouth, she stood upright and took the vase in one hand as she lowered it to her girlhood and pulled her panties away with the other hand. Everything in my head was screaming as I leaned a bit more from my hiding place, a bit too much of a lean actually as I felt myself loosing my balance and I had to catch myself. With no alternative I half tripped half caught myself stumbling into the kitchen, as my foot hit the floor with a loud thud. Instantly Lara jumped to look at me as she let go her panties with the one hand and quickly hid the vase behind her back. "Nakasette!" she yelled her voice high pitched, "What are you still doing here? I thought Sara said she was taking you home!?" she said as she crossed her legs again, setting the vase down behind her discretely, as she fixed her panties with the other hand, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra... "I'm sorry, I uh, just woke up and heard some noises down here. So I figured I'd check it out." I lied as I tried to avert my gaze, she definitely wasn't trying to hide that she wasn't wearing a bra...... "Well, you caught me, no use hiding it. This is what I do when I have the place to myself. I like to skip my morning piss and hold it as long as I can to see how many times I can fill this vase." She said as she took the vase from behind her back, it wasn't very big at all, maybe 12 oz in capacity. "Go ahead call me a freak or whatever..." she said as her voice trailed off, she looked really sad like she was judging herself more than I was. "Truth be told, I like that sort of thing too." I said before I realized. "I drink a ton of water and tease myself too. So if you're a freak I'm an even bigger one. Besides, right now it looks like you're going to wet yourself, and that vase looks pretty inviting. I wouldn't mind a turn after you're done, I haven't gone in hours." I told her as i pulled up my shirt to show the bulge of my bladder. She looked at me with teary eyes, "You really mean it?" she asked, I wasn't sure if the tears where emotional or from the strain of holding herself this long. "I... I do... Though I've never really told anyone before" I admitted to her. "Oh, I would hug you if I could walk over there. I don't think I can take another step without losing it though..." she winced. "Well? What are you waiting for, I think we'll compete to see who can fill it the most. Ladies first." I said gesturing towards her. That was all the more permission she needed she uncrossed her legs and pulled away her panties, piss immediately shot out missing the opening as she thrust the vase into her crotch. All at once she breathed a huge sigh of relief as she filled the container with a thunderous torrent of pee. "Haaaahnn... That... feels... so... good..." she breathed as the flood left her. "So. What do you do when it's full?" I asked over the sound of her spray. Clutching my dick as I kept holding my own waters at bay. "That's... the tricky part..." she said watching the vase as it drew ever closer to the brim. Just as it was about full she stopped her flow, well, slowed to a few drips and dumped the vase into the sink, quickly she returned it to it's position under her pee hole and let loose again. "Rinse, and... haaa... repeat..." She exhaled as she just kept on going. "So I see. What's your record?" I said gazing at the speed at which it filled. "3 and a half fills, but I've never held in this much before. You sure you're going to be ok waiting for me to finish? It looks like you're about to loose it." She said feigning concern with a smile creeping up her face between her moans of pleasure. "I'll manage, I can hold at least as much as you." I said my voice straining just a bit as I reached into my pants to grab my dick. "Oh, we'll see about that." she said as the vase just about reached it's brim before she stopped again and dumped the vase only this time when she returned it to between her thighs she didn't start peeing again, she just held it there as the drops slowly accumulated at the bottom. I fought to contain myself, i stood there waiting for her to start again, all the while squeezing my dick tighter. "Is everything ok?" she said acting confident although still fairly desperate. "Aren't you... forgetting something?" I groaned. "Oh my, your right. How silly of me." she smirked as her hold visibly began to crumble and drops turned into trickle turned into stream. "Whew, that's better, what's wrong? Cat got your dick? I thought you were a man, you've got your own little pre-attached hose right? Come on over and let it go in the sink." She said clearly playing with me. This was a battle of pride at this point. I was going to fill that thing more times than she would no matter what. "I'll keep holding, how else am I going to beat you?" I said with renewed vigor, waiting as the vase filled ever more. "Take out your dick." she said like it was normal. "...eh? uh, why for?" I said dumbstruck. "Take it out, I want to see if you lose even a drop, you've been staring at my boobs and pussy this whole time too, fair is fair." she said as the vase was fast approaching fill number 3. "Well, you've got me there." I said as i lowered my shorts and pulled my penis up out of them, one hand still firmly clasped around it. Even the hardon I had wasn't going to keep this flood from coming out by itself. She dumped the vase out once more and put it back between her legs. "I know I've got at least one more." she said as she started to blast the vase inside, then she stopped again, then blasted again, started, stopped, started, stopped. "Well what do you think? I've got a lot of control for a woman right? I wonder..." she started again "how much..." she stopped "you have..." she started again moaning once more. Every blast brought me closer to the edge, I'm sure she could see my penis twitch when she began and ceased, a few drips had already made their way to the end and fell quietly to the floor. "Are you gonna pee? do you gotta go pee-pee?" She said playfully, watching me squirm as the liquid approached the brim again. "Wow, four times. A new record!" she said as she slowly poured the vase into the sink. "Come on, hurry up! Yes I have to go!" I yelled falling into her trap. She placed the vase up to her lips but she didn't start peeing again "Say you have to go potty." she demanded. "I what?" I said as tears clouded my eyes. "Say you have to go potty and I'll finish." she said firmly "Fine I have to go potty! I have to go pee-pee, I need to whiz, tinkle, leak, are you happy now?" I stammered practically jumping in place. "Very good." she said as she started gushing into the glass. I watched as it hit nearly the quarter mark when her stream finally started to slow. and then a trickle, then only a couple drops left her as she finally set the vase up on the counter and sighed again in relief. "4 and a quarter, well, maybe a third, hah. That was great." she said as she emptied it one last time. She walked over and handed me the container. "It's all yours, you earned it." I wasted no time and shoved my penis into the vase and instantly started filling it myself. Although i realized a problem, I was still across the room from the sink, I had to hobble my way over, piss flowing at a breakneck pace out of me into the glass. I sighed myself at the intense release and eased up as i looked over at Lara, who was watching rather excitedly, before I knew it the container was practically full and I had no end in sight. "Here comes the tricky part. Can you stop?" she said looking with glee at the state I was in. "I don't have to." I said as i put the whole vase plus my dick into the sink and pulled it away and allowed my stream to continue into the drain, i quickly dumped the container and put my penis back up to the mouth. "One" I counted "Oh I see, bold move, but are you going to have enough? you just wasted a lot of precious pee if you're trying to compete with me." She said eyeing my strategy. "I should have more than enough. Trust me I know" I said as it just kept coming, soon the second fill was done, I repeated the process and started on number 3. "I was always really jealous of boys, getting to pee standing up, then I found that urinal like vase, it seemed to fit so well up against my girlhood that I could pee reliably into it." Lara said just out of conversation, her gaze still never leaving my member. I never wanted to be a guy, I like guys a lot, I just wish girls were better equipped. "I feel like I should apologize." I said as the third fill came to a close, the fourth was on it's way. "It's not your fault, we're all just born with whatever. I can think of a few other good uses for a dick anyway, and they wouldn't work if I wasn't a girl" She winked as she stood up behind me allowing her chest to press into my back as she looked over my shoulder. I straightened up as i realized what was happening, nearly dropping the vase into the sink as the fourth fill was almost done. I quickly dumped it and started again, all I had to do was get more than a quarter and I'd have won. "Are you trying to distract me?" I said with a smirk. "No, well, maybe give you some ideas... maybe..." she said as she lightly pressed her breasts a bit more into the small of my back. Finally I slowed to a trickle and then a few drops then nothing as i held up the jar and put it onto the counter. It actually didn't look that much more full than when she had gone. "Well, maybe I didn't have more than you." I said somewhat defeated. "Well, you did waste a lot. You need to work on your control." she said with a laugh. "I guess so, well, I guess we've got some cleanup to do right?" I said looking at the various pee puddles around the floor. "In a moment, come with me. The floor can wait." She said as she took me by my exposed penis and started leading me out of the kitchen. "Hey, hang on, i can't walk like this!" I said as I hobble behind her. I didn't think it possible, but she may have been even more amorous than Sara. She led me up the stairs and into her room and... The End... once more... to be continued? meh... Again, too lazy for editing, plus i've had to piss the entire time i've been writing this. helps the writing flow better, no pun intended. ok bye.
"So." I said as I sat down on the chair across the room where Lara had led me. "How did you get so good at controlling your pee?" "Well, I didn't really have a choice in the matter, I think it all started around when I was 13. Sara would have been 8 at the time, we were still living with our mother and whatever boyfriend she had that month." She said as she changed her underwear from the yellow stained pair to a much cleaner set and walked over to sit on the side of her bed. "I wondered about the both of your parents, Sara mentioned it was just you and her here in this house." I said relaxing back in the chair I sat in. "We don't really talk to our mother anymore, she still lives in the house we left, living her life as she sees fit." She said rather coldly, I had clearly stuck a nerve. "Well, regardless, what happened back then?" I asked looking at her expectantly. "Alright, I'll try to tell it as best I can." She said leaning back onto the bed. CUE FLASHBACK Back when we were young Sara never was good at holding her pee, she'd frequently have accidents even hearing running water was enough to make her want to go. I being 5 years older than her could hold a lot more, and I think even then I've always had a pretty big tank for a girl. One morning I got up absolutely bursting for a pee, I ran down the hallway to our bathroom and threw open the already partially closed door and found our mothers boyfriend of the month, he was bracing himself against the wall with one hand, the other was keeping his dick aimed down into the toilet filling the room with a loud splashing, I probably should have heard it as I ran down the hall but never caught on. I remember it was the first time I'd ever witnessed a man wetting, and as my head put together what I was looking at he finally picked up on my presence "OH!" he yelled as he looked over and saw me in the doorway "Hang on, you ain't supposed to see this, go on, leave me in peace! I'll be done in a minute!" He said as he waved me away with one hand, all the while letting his pee pour into the bowl. "I'm sorry, I'm desperate, please hurry..." I said as I turned around dancing in place and waiting for him to let me go. After a few moments more he finally slowed to a trickle as his pee came to an end. "Alright, she's all yours." he said as he lowered the toilet seat. I wasted no time in rushing past him and waving him out of the room before I made my way to the toilet, I looked down at the yellowed water he left and almost went to flush it when another spasm hit me, quickly I pulled down my pajamas and panties and plonked my rear down onto the waiting toilet, urine gushed from me into the water below almost as soon as I sat down. I'd finally relaxed and leaned back sighing in relief, but about 30 seconds into my pee came a knock on the door. "Lara! Lara are you in there?" it was my mothers voice. "Yeah." I breathed as the splashing echoed in the tiny room "Quit hogging the toilet your sisters got to go too, and I ain't cleaning up another of her accidents." she said as she opened the door and Sara wandered in, still pretty sleepy looking but holding herself tightly. "But, I'm not done yet..." I said in defeat while piss streamed below me. "NOW!" She yelled "I don't want to see a DROP of pee on this floor!" she said as she slammed the door shut, I looked over and saw Sara fidgeting, remembering how bad I had to go when the toilet was occupied. Mustering all my strength I clenched my muscles together and stopped flowing, much to my still half full bladders dismay. "Lara, are you done?" Sara said looking expectantly at me. "Not quite, but I can wait for you to go" I said as took some paper to my drippings. I stood up and pulled my pants and panties back up into position. Sara hobbled over still holding her crotch till she got to the toilet and pulled her own pants down and started peeing loudly herself. Instantly my muscles tensed and I clenched my legs together again trying to hold my flood back "Thanks Lara, I really had to go potty bad." Sara sighed as she let her torrent of pee flow. "Don't... mention... it..." I said crossing and recrossing my legs listening to her whiz was working against me in a big way. "I've been trying to get better at holding my pee, someday I hope I can hold as much as you and mommy." She said slightly happily. "This was my longest hold yet, I've been waiting since last night. "Great now she's going to take even longer..." I thought to myself. "You'll get there." I said aloud as i felt a spurt escape into my pants. Around the same time Sara's stream started becoming more of a tinkling sound than a full on hose, she couldn't have picked a better time. "Haaahhh... Much better..." She said as she took some paper, wiped, got up and pulled up her panties. She too reached to flush the lever before I grabbed her out of the way. "NO TIME!" I yelled as i pulled my pants down again and finally resumed my much needed leak. "Wow, you still had to go that bad?" Sara said wide eyed at my release. "I really did, but it's ok now, don't worry about me." I said eyes closed in ecstasy. "I promise, I'll get good at holding so I don't make you wait ever again." She said as she walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her. PRESENT TIME "AND THEN SHE DOES WHAT SHE DID LAST NIGHT!" Lara yelled at no one in particular. "Hah, it sounds like you've always been close huh?" I asked as I stood up out of the chair. "Ever since we moved out of that house we've been a bit different, she's got her life I've got mine, but we're still all the other's got." She said with a slight smile "I'm sure she still cares very much for you." I said somewhat absentmindedly, it was the first thing that came to mind. "Yeah, I guess you're right, well, I don't know about you but I'm starving, want something to eat?" She said pretty calmly. "I think I'll oblige you this time." I responded. Making my way towards her on the bed... and... THE ENDISHTHINGTHATPROBABLYISN'TBUTWHOKNOWSBYEEEEE
Hi everyone. This is my first story that I've posted to OmoOrg, so let me know what you think. I wrote this a long time ago for a friend but it was much shorter so I decided to expand on it greatly. Enjoy! ---- In a small town in in western Pennsylvania there exists an abandoned mine and other assorted buildings not far in the surrounding woods. For years the local population has reported ghost sightings and urban legends have been common. One of them is of a former mine worker who is said to have died years ago in an accident called "Long Lankin" because he apparently was very skinny and tall. One night, though, five girls: Jess, Victoria, Nicole, Kim and Leslie, decided to go see for themselves… The girls had been walking for about half an hour when suddenly Victoria stopped and broke the silence. "I have to go to the bathroom" she exclaimed. Leslie turned around and said "Ugh, really? We were just at Jess's house. Why didn't you pee then?" "Because I didn't fucking have to" Victoria said angrily. She was getting impatient and started to bounce up and down as she grabbed her crotch. Leslie didn't believe her and accused Victoria of lying. Jess, the leader of the group, stepped in and said "Look at her Les, she's clearly not lying." Victoria nodded in desperate approval. "Hurry up", Jess said, "We still wanna see if this ghost thing is real or not". Victoria darted off into the wilderness as Leslie called out "Don't get caught by any ghosts!" "Not funny!" Victoria yelled back as she lowered her pants and disappeared behind some bushes. A short while later, as the rest of the girls were waiting for Victoria, they suddenly heard a scream that sounded like their friend. "What was that?!" asked Nicole. "Oh my god she's probably playing another prank" Leslie said disdainfully, "C'mon she wants us to find her." Jess suggested that the girls split up, and all of them agreed and went in different directions. The ground beneath snapped and crackled as Nicole made her way through the darkened woods. She was the newest member of the group, having moved to this town two years ago from Oregon. Nicole liked hiking in the woods, even at night, and it was obvious; even though she was not tall her figure was very athletic. Victoria was secretly jealous of Nicole's body, although she would never admit it, so she made her feel unwelcome, and continued to do so right as the girls were leaving Jess's house. The rest of the girls however were much nicer and would defend their newest member from Victoria's vitriol. This made Nicole feel happy knowing that she, the new girl, was still able to find friends. As she continued walking in no particular direction and occasionally calling out "Victoria!", a sensation in her body began to slowly creep up on her. Eventually Nicole realized that she too had to pee. Annoyed she tossed aside the water bottle she had been drinking out of, the source of her problems. However the need to empty her bladder persisted. Nicole, someone with plenty of experience in relieving herself outdoors, looked around for somewhere she could hide and pee by herself. Even though it was dark and she was by herself Nicole was worried that Victoria would come out of nowhere and scare her while she was vulnerable peeing. She quickly found a large patch of bushes and went around to the other side. Nicole hastily pulled down her leggings and panties revealing her perfectly shaped thighs and ass. Not long after she squatted down her urethra let out a stream of urine and peed in bursts into the bushes, which vexed her very much. She thought her body was just going to release a little bit, but instead she had to urinate a lot more. Nicole tried to focus on releasing all that was inside of her but it was getting cold as she was exposing her bottom, and her legs began to ache. After a few more seconds, which felt like minutes, Nicole's stream reduced to a mere trickle, and then nothing. Finally she had stopped peeing. "Oh thank god" she said to herself as she pulled up her leggings and tried not to step in her own puddle. As she walked away she felt much better and continued to look for her frenemy Victoria, but was interrupted when a dark figure appeared out of nowhere and slit her throat. Kim had been walking for nearly an hour as she hesitantly searched for Victoria. She was a year younger than everyone else and felt proud about hanging out with the upperclassmen in the school. She was also the most fearful out of everyone and had been terrified about walking alone in the dark woods, but didn't want to say anything. Kim believed wholeheartedly in the ghost stories and her imagination was running wild as she walked on. Because of such high adrenaline her body was on continual edge, and she kept jerking her torso around in dread. Every sound made her more and more terrified, and she was in constant fear of something behind her. Kim suddenly was overcome with the need to urinate, and badly. Her bladder was never particularly strong but she did not have to go before splitting up, which made the situation even worse. "Oh nononononono not now!" she said to herself. There was no toilet in sight (clearly) and unlike Nicole, Kim had never peed in the woods before and was not about to start for fear of going all over her pants and shoes. As her walk slowed to more of a crawl a small bit of pee spurted out which caused the girl to gasp. "Dammit no I can't wet myself. I need to hold it in!" the poor girl whispered to herself. Miraculously, as Kim was almost about to explode, she saw a small structure in the distance. As she moved closer to it all her fears withered away as she realized that there was an outhouse right before her. Kim wasted no time and, managing to hold on a little longer, hurried inside and even forgot to shut the door, but that didn't matter to her. It smelled weird but she had to ignore it or else she would wet herself. As she quickly yanked off her sweatpants she immediately began to let loose a hot stream of piss. She didn't even sit down over the hole yet and, in order not to pee all over herself, quickly did. The wood felt cold on her butt which was soon ignored due to the wonderful sensation that she was experiencing. Her face was visibly relieved as the stream poured out from her legs where it splattered on the ground below. Kim relaxed and let her body relieve itself. She couldn't help but close her eyes and let out a much needed sigh of relief. Kim was so glad she was able to find somewhere to go that wasn't the woods. When she was completely finished she climbed off the wooden seat with her pants still around her legs and grabbed some leaves to wipe herself. As she began to rub them on her private parts she felt a sharp and sudden pain in her back and slumped over, dead. As it was getting later it was getting colder, and Jess could tell. She had been walking for a very long time and was beginning to get cold. Her face was beginning to get rosy as a result of the wind that was blowing. To make matters worse her flashlight was beginning to die and she had no idea where she was. As Jess became increasingly worried she heard a noise to her left. "Victoria, is that you?" she called out. "Don't worry Jess it's me", answered Leslie as she came out from the darkness. "Oh thank god it's you, Les. Did you find Victoria?" "No, you?" Jess rolled her eyes in disbelief. "My flashlight's about to die" she said. Leslie reassured her "Don't worry I have extra batteries". "Oh really?" Jess perked up, "Great! But I also have to pee now. Sorry". Leslie said "Yeah I kinda have to piss too" and bent her knees. "We're not far from the mine complex. Maybe there's something there we can use." "Like what," Jess wondered. "I don't know, maybe like a bucket or something, or even a bathroom" Leslie said. "I hope so" Jess replied. The two girls entered through a big enough hole in the perimeter's rusty fence. By this time Leslie was getting more desperate by the minute and would not stop complaining about how much she had to pee. "Shut up", Jess snapped, "You're only making things worse. Don't think about it." Leslie retorted "Easy for you to say. If we don't find a bathroom or something soon I'm gonna burst!" The two girls walked around half of the complex further agitating their already swelled bladders. "Fuck where is this bathroom!" Exclaimed Jess. "Don't ask me, damn it! I need to pee like right now. What the fuck are we gonna do?!" Leslie demanded. As she hopped up and down Jess thought about it and said "I think were gonna have to squat right here and just go." "Eew I don't wanna do that." "Were gonna have to, Les!" Jess snapped. Leslie agreed reluctantly and said "Fine". as she was unbuttoning her pants Leslie suddenly looked up. As her eyes beamed with excitement she pointed and said "Look!" Right before them was a small building that said "Bathroom". "That door better not be locked", grumbled Leslie as the two girls hurried over. They were so caught up that they didn't even think about pulling up their pants. Jess grabbed the handle and at first had trouble turning it, but managed to get it open after a bit. Leslie's flashlight illuminated the room and revealed two rows of toilets on opposite sides of each other. Jess looked at them and said "Oh…" as she realized there were no stalls. Leslie didn't care as she hurried to get onto one of the toilets and urinate. They were tall, and Leslie had to lift herself up before pulling her pants all the way down. Jess went over to one two spaces away and slowly pulled her pants halfway down. She was embarrassed that she had to pee right where her best friend could look at her. She had peed with her together before, but that had always been in a stall where nothing could be seen. Jess put her arms over her lady parts so Leslie couldn't peek and peed lightly. Her legs didn't completely touch the ground so she crossed her ankles and swayed them in order to distract herself. Leslie on the other hand was in complete extecsy as her pee drained from inside of her into the toilet bowl. There was no water in the toilet but she was peeing so much that eventually it accumulated and could be heard splashing against itself. "Ohhhh, yes" she moaned as she spread her legs a bit to let out even more yellow liquid. Her hands were pushing on her pubic region in order to ease the tension that her urinary tract was causing her. Leslie's legs were tingling in pleasure as she continued to urinate. Jess, already finished, looked over at her friend and asked "Oh my god at you still going?" in disbelief. Leslie replied "Um, yeah" and blushed a bit. Jess hopped off the toilet and quickly pulled her underwear and then her pants up. "Whatever", she said, "I need to wipe myself". Leslie happy obliged as she began to finish emptying her bladder. When she finally finished Leslie got up and looked into the toilet to see what she had done. It was almost filled to the brim with pee. She looked over where her friend had sat and barely saw any pee in the toilet. "Lightweight", she muttered to herself. As she was pulling up her pants to go out and find something to use as toilet paper Leslie heard someone approaching. She assumed it was her friend and called out "Jess did you find some toilet paper?", but it was not Jess. Leslie went outside to find her friend and was confronted by a large blacked figure. She tried to scream, but as she was about to she was stabbed in the abdomen. Leslie soon fell to the ground. At this rate Jess wanted to give up. Her whole night was filled with one anticlimax after another trying to find Victoria. The most exciting thing was finding a toilet with Leslie so they could relieve themselves after going for such a long time without doing so, even if it was uncomfortable for Jess. Truthfully she still had to pee but the urge was small enough to where she could hold it, at least for now. She originally set out to wipe herself but that was not really a concern to begin with. Jess decided that she was going to continue to look for Victoria. She headed back to the building where her and Leslie went to the bathroom to get her friend. Leslie has to be done by now, she figured. When she got there Jess found that Leslie was not there, but her flashlight was. She figured that her friend, who clearly had to go really badly, was going to wipe herself. But why didn't she take her flashlight with her, Jess wondered. She thought that instead of going off in the same direction like she did, maybe Leslie just went a different way. If her flashlight is still here then she clearly didn't go too far. Jess decided to take the initiative and look for her friend instead of waiting. She walked around the other side of the building but still couldn't find Leslie. Now Jess was worried. She knew Leslie wouldn't run off and try to scare her like Victoria so something must have happened. Oh god, she thought, what if Leslie fell down a mine shaft and is hurt? Jess began to panic; she was out in the middle of the woods with no one to come and help her and her friend could be in serious trouble. Worse still, she had no idea where everyone else was or if they were even alright! Jess started to cry. She immediately regretted dragging her friends all the way into the woods to investigate some stupid myth and felt responsible for possibly endangering all of them. All this rush of emotional energy throughout Jess's body eventually reached her bladder. The poor girl now had to empty it on top of everything else. She could've easily gone back to where the bathroom was but due to all the stress she was not thinking straight. Jess hopped around, still thinking about Leslie, and stumbled on to something strange: a bucket, randomly laying on the ground. Seeing the bucket made her think of what Leslie said before the both of them entered the complex. Peeing in a bucket was certainly weird to Jess but if she wanted to find her friends then she was going to have to pee as quick as she could. "Oh god how am I going to do this", she thought. She was worried about peeing all over her pants, so she figured she could partially squat and hold the bucket up to her urethra and almost sit on it. Jess pulled down her pants and lowered herself to where she was straddling the rim of the bucket and immediately started going. Urinating eased some of the stress for her as Jess's pee dribbled into the bucket. She was in a weird position and had never peed outside before but she said to herself "when ya gotta go, ya gotta go". As she finished she stood up and pulled up her pants after rubbing her hand across her crotch in order to wipe up any remaining pee. She looked down at her makeshift chamber pot and decided to empty it, picking the bucket up and dumping the liquid inside onto the ground somewhere. "Ok, good, now I need to find my fr-". Jess was about to finish her thought when she was suddenly hit over the head by an unknown blunt object. She fell immediately and drifted in and out of consciousness. She felt herself being dragged for a long time, then she was lifted up and thrown down some sort of chute where she landed, hard. Jess opened her eyes slowly as her body ached all over from the pain. She saw that she was in a room illuminated by a single light bulb and boarded on all sides with no windows. She looked around and saw her friends' bodies all in a pile in one corner of the room. Jess's eyes widened in horror as she looked at the pale faces of the people she once knew and began to cry once again. This was all her fault, she convinced herself, as she collapsed to the floor and began to sob. A few moments later the door to the room opened and in came a tall, lanky man whose face was partially obscured by shadow. He was carrying some sort of blade, but it was hard to tell. The girl became petrified as he inched closer. "Perfect," said Long Lankin.
The following is a variation on a theme I previously employed in Mark and Stacey in the Big City. It contains both male and female desperation and peeing, as well as more graphic/explicit content than the Mark and Stacey story. (Nothing approaching intercourse of any kind, but certainly more of a sexual spin.) Will and Ashley's Shopping Trip ========================= Will and Ashley sat in the food court of the student union, grabbing something to eat before the night's shopping trip. Ashley had been looking forward to a special extended-hours, late-night sale that evening at Annabelle's, a high-end women's clothing shop that was normally rather outside of her budget. To Will, of course, going clothes shopping with his girlfriend was not the most exciting of all possible outings; but Ashley didn't want to miss the sale and preferred not to go out alone at night. So she'd talked him into joining her. She promised him she'd figure out all of the logistics, which really only amounted to a twenty-ish minute bus ride taking them a few towns over. All he had to do was show up. She'd even buy him dinner before they left. It was for that reason that the two were each now enjoying a burger and fries and a large cola. “Maybe you'll find something you'd like me to wear,” Ashley suggested playfully as she pulled out her phone to check the time. “Maybe,” Will replied with a grin. Sensing that his soda had begun to make its presence known in his bladder, Will shifted to more practical considerations. “I should hit the bathroom before we go,” he remarked, getting out of his chair to address the matter. Ashley interrupted his plan, though, with a sudden discovery. “Shit, is it 8 o'clock already? The bus leaves in one minute. We gotta go,” she told him urgently. And the two set off at a half jog to the bus stop out front, tossing their food wrappers in the trash can without so much as breaking stride. Sixty seconds later, Will and Ashley were sitting on the bus that would take them to Annabelle's. “That was close,” Ashley breathed a sigh of relief as the bus pulled back onto the street moments after they boarded. “This bus only runs every few hours,” she explained, “We'd have missed the whole sale if we didn't catch it now.” “Wouldn't that be a shame,” Will joked. “You won't say that if you find something sexy for me to wear,” she smiled back. She was primarily on the market for clothing of the variety she could wear in public; but if she should happen to encounter something particularly agreeable for the bedroom then she wouldn't necessarily pass it up. As the bus meandered down the street, Ashley's thoughts turned toward their missed restroom opportunity. She felt a bit responsible for cutting Will off before he could relieve himself. She really should have been watching the clock more closely. But they could both address that as soon as they got to their destination---Ashley's bladder was sending its own signals that a chance to empty itself would be most welcome. After the bus came to rest at their stop, Will and Ashley disembarked and headed toward the entrance to Annabelle's. It was an older building of modest size, separate but not far removed from the more modern-looking mall that formed the remainder of the surrounding shopping center. The mall itself was closed at this hour; but, true to its advertisement of tonight's sale, Annabelle's was still lit up in welcome of customers. The act of walking drew Will's attention back to the volume of fluid building between his legs. It wasn't urgent quite yet, but he was definitely approaching a full tank. “Do you think we could find a restroom before we start shopping?,” he asked. “Definitely,” Ashley agreed wholeheartedly. “I really have to pee too after all that soda---I'm sorry I didn't keep a better eye on the time before.” Some part of Will secretly enjoyed hearing Ashley say that her bladder was quite full. He had never admitted it to her, but in his mind there was something rather erotic about a beautiful woman who needed to go. Maybe it was the vulnerability. Maybe it was the dutiful submission, even when it wasn't easy, to societal rules about when and where it was permissible to go. Whatever it was, though, that small part of him secretly wished he could delay her just a little longer, make her hold it until she was done shopping. If only his bladder weren't so full too. But, then again, there was something kind of special about knowing she was feeling precisely the same thing. The fullness of the lower abdomen, the tingling of the genitals, the body's impulse to let it flow clashing against the mind's impulse to hold it until the appropriate time. There was something vaguely intimate and exciting about knowing those sensations were shared. As they made their way to the back of the store, Will and Ashley came across a customer service desk. Just next to it, a door labeled “Women's Restroom” beckoned Ashley with the promise of relief from those joint sensations. But she felt a responsibility to make sure Will was taken care of before she left him to attend to her own need. He'd come along on this trip as a favor to her; he'd been the first to declare that he needed to go; and it was her faulty timekeeping that was the reason he hadn't gotten to a bathroom already. She wasn't about to pop off selfishly now as though her bladder were more important than his. At the very least, she'd make sure he was pointed in the right direction first. Perhaps she'd even walk with him to wherever it was, to make up for the bus-timing hiccup. She didn't see a men's room here, though. Maybe it was at the opposite corner of the store. “Where's the men's restroom?,” Ashley asked the girl behind the counter. “Sorry, we don't have one,” the clerk replied. She started to open her mouth again as though to continue speaking, but hesitated. “We normally direct male customers to the restrooms in the main mall,” she explained after a moment's pause, “but I guess they wouldn't be open this late.” “How can you have a ladies' room but not a men's room?”, Ashley asked. “I didn't design the building,” the clerk told her, her hands trying to wave away any responsibility for the situation. “Well, can he just use the ladies' room then?,” Ashley asked, gesturing at Will, trying to think of some way around this absurd situation. The clerk shook her head, summoning a sympathetic look that Ashley was quite sure was completely fake. “I'm afraid that's against store policy.” This put rather a monkey wrench in Ashley's relief plan. The two walked away in a combination of annoyance and disbelief. They asked a couple other employees---surely this couldn't be right---but all gave the same answer: No men's room here. Nowhere for Will to let it out. But if Ashley would like to use the ladies' room then it would be no trouble at all. “Can you wait until we get back to my place?,” Ashley asked him, flabbergasted that such a situation could even exist. “The next bus will be here in less than two hours.” Two hours, she thought to herself, I say it as though it's a short time. “Um, maybe...” Will replied, unsure of himself. He was already getting pretty uncomfortable, that tingling feeling in the base of his penis pestering him for permission to let things flow. But it seemed he didn't have much choice---at least, not unless he wanted to pee outside in plain view of everybody. And that was not an option he was eager to embrace. “Well, do you want to go, at least?,” he asked Ashley, trying to maintain some measure of decorum. “When they won't let you go?,” she replied with the appropriate hint of outrage in her voice. “No, that wouldn't be very fair,” she told him, “I'll hold it in too.” Although, logically, Ashley's decision did nothing to resolve his situation, Will found her solidarity to be surprisingly heartening. They were in this together. Two bladders fighting side by side to hold back the flood. And even if needing to go himself wasn't quite the fantasy he'd had in mind earlier, the fact that Ashley's needed it too at least promised to make this a lot more entertaining than the dull shopping trip he'd originally expected. “Aww, thanks,” Will said, giving her a hug to thank her for the support. His hand wandered briefly to her firm buttocks as he undressed her in his mind. He pictured her legs, squeezed together just a bit more tightly than usual, her pubic region bulging just the tiniest bit, made firm by the contents of an expanding bladder that begged to unleash itself in a forceful stream from her vulva but was reluctantly kept at bay out of sympathy for his penis that wanted so much to do the same. He wondered how far that solidarity would go. Would she really hold it all the way home for him? Could she? He knew from experience that Ashley could hold an astonishing amount of pee. He'd never summoned the nerve to ask to be present for the unleashing of said volume; but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't wandered a bit closer to the bathroom door than was strictly necessary on a particular occasion when she'd offhandedly admitted to being somewhat desperate. And the memory of what he'd heard through that door was not helping to distract him from his situation. It had been a strong, steady flow that seemed to last for nearly a minute. Even so, though, two hours was an awfully long time to hold a full bladder, for either of them. Ashley tried to distract the both of them by wandering through the racks to see what was on sale, trying to keep a conversation going about what would and wouldn't look good on her. She went into the fitting rooms to try on some items that she would never buy, but were tight and/or revealing enough to at least give Will something to distract him from the increasing distress signals he was clearly receiving from his overfull bladder. Her own sensation of fullness was becoming equally distressing. It felt a little unnatural, holding all that liquid inside of her when there was a bathroom she could use not fifty feet away. And with every dressing and undressing motion, her bladder reminded her of that fact. She wanted so badly to just let it out. But she felt responsible for them not having had a chance to pee back at the union. And the unfairness to Will seemed almost unforgivable. He needed to go too; and the idea of leaving him behind as she waltzed into the ladies room tugged at her conscience. It wasn't as though she'd never envied Will's male advantage as she stood in line to pee while he sailed through the men's room. But the injustice here went beyond that. They outright didn't have a men's room, as though men were some kind of animal that didn't deserve to be treated as human beings, as though having a pair of tits made her a member of a privileged class that deserved to pee while he didn't. She didn't like the message that sent to Will. And she didn't like what using that ladies' room would say about herself. If the store didn't have a bathroom they could both use, then for all intents and purposes it just didn't have a bathroom at all. As she slipped out of a tight black dress that actually looked quite nice on her---she'd probably have seriously considered buying it if she weren't so angry at Annabelle's at this point---the pressure behind her urethra seemed to reach the tipping point. This was no longer merely unpleasant; she was running out of time quickly. Her body begged her to just stop fighting it. Her bladder spasmed in insistence that the time had come for release. And it took every ounce of her strength to keep it all from pouring out of her right then and there. She needed more than anything to run into that bathroom and piss. Will needed it too, no doubt, but what was she supposed to do? She imagined they were together in one of the bathroom stalls, their bodies naked and exposed to the cool air. She imagined Will squirming, shifting, squeezing his penis to fight the exact same losing battle that she was, to stem the flow that wanted nothing more than to just gush from their bodies. And she imagined making him watch while she hovered over that toilet taking the piss of her lifetime. She'd never thought of peeing as an erotic experience, but some part of her found this little fantasy surprisingly appealing. She pictured Will cringing at the start of her thick stream, desperately doubling over as the sight and sound of it triggered a me-too response in his tortured penis. Can't I go too?, Imaginary Will seemed to ask. Not allowed, Imaginary Ashley shook her head. I'll wait until you're done, Imagine-Will pleaded, his hand over his crotch as he hopped from one foot to the other like a small child; I'm trying to hold it like you said but I don't think I can wait much longer. Imagine-Ashley gave him a sympathetic look. I know it's hard but this toilet isn't for you, she told him; and she just kept peeing. The tiniest drop of urine escaped into Ashley's panties, pulling her back from this strange, masochistic fantasy her mind had built. Did she need to pee so badly that she was becoming delirious? She would never treat another person like that---and, of all people, certainly not Will. But as she hobbled out of the changing room to rejoin him, was the course of action she was contemplating really so different? He wouldn't be in the bathroom with her, granted. He wouldn't have to watch. But if she went in there then it still boiled down to I'm-going-to-pee-and-you-can't. It would be wrong.... Right? No matter how badly she had to go, it wasn't as though he didn't need it badly too. What if he didn't need to go anymore? What if she suggested he go piss outside while she used the bathroom? Would that be fair? Or at least as fair as she could make it? She pictured Will hobbling through the parking lot by himself, trying to find some semblance of privacy while she peed in the relative comfort of a proper restroom. No, that wouldn't do. It was her fault that he was even in this situation, her lousy timing with the transportation schedule. What if they both peed outside? That would be fair, wouldn't it? If she had to pull down her pants and expose her butt for the world to see and be just as vulnerable as he was---more so, in fact---then that would make it even, wouldn't it? A bathroom for both of us or none at all, she remembered her previous resolution. It had sounded better when the plan was to hold it until they got home. God, she'd give anything for just two minutes in that ladies' room. She bit her lip, casting a desperate look in its direction. Will sensed what Ashley was thinking. It wasn't hard to guess. He'd watched her go from uncomfortable to downright desperate during the course of the evening, all in the name of being fair to him. And as much as Will had secretly enjoyed watching her squirm, he cared too much about her to let the torture continue any longer. Yes, he urgently needed to pee. But so did she. And at this very moment, it seemed clear that she couldn't hold it anymore and he could---if only for a little while longer. And, as much as she'd tried to take a principled stand against it, the fact of the matter right now was that she had a chance to go and he didn't. They were both going to have to figure something out before they caught the bus, anyway---it wasn't as though either of them were going to make it home in this condition. Under the circumstances, they might as well start with her. “Go ahead, it's okay,” he told her. “You can pee; I'll wait here.” “But I promised we were in this together,” Ashley objected unsurely, curtseying slightly as a thousand ambivalent thoughts continued to race through her mind. “And you've made a more than reasonable effort to uphold it,” he assured her. “But there's no sense in both of us having an accident. Besides,” he tried to play it cooler than he actually felt, “I can hold it a little longer; we'll figure something out for me when you get back.” Ashley sensed that Will was nearer to his limit than he was letting on. It wasn't fair to leave him. It wasn't fair to take advantage of this gross injustice of opportunity. Still, she felt as though a torrent of piss were going to come shooting out of her at any moment. Surely solidarity had its limits, she told herself as she poised herself to abandon her desperate boyfriend. “Ohmygod, thank you,” she kissed him. She wanted to hold it for him, she really did. But, to the close observer, her pants already had a small wet patch. And there was no way she was going to make it home without that small patch turning into a very large one. “I'll be super quick,” she promised, grateful for his understanding. “And then the second I'm done we'll figure out somewhere you can pee”, she added emphatically, shooting off toward the bathroom before Will could even respond. Ashley entered the restroom to find its only stall occupied and three more women already waiting ahead of her. Fuck, she thought, this is not what either of us needed right now. She imagined Will, pacing around anxiously outside, not knowing the reason for the delay. She thought about popping back out to tell him; but another woman joined the line behind her. She couldn't afford to give up her spot now. “Any chance I could cut the line?,” she implored those ahead of her with a pained expression that carried the weight of both her need and Will's. Meanwhile, Will was trying his best not to resent her. The bathroom disparity wasn't her fault, he reminded himself. And she'd made a more than honest effort to stand by his side. The sentiment had been every bit as touching as the act had been exciting for him. Still, there was something surprisingly rattling about the power imbalance that started the moment she stepped into that bathroom. He couldn't help but picture what Ashley was doing in there---what she could do and he couldn't. He imagined her jiggling a bit with anticipation as she fashioned a seat cover out of toilet paper; pulling her pants and panties down in a single, fluid motion. For half a moment, the thought of her exposed hind end---one of her sexiest physical attributes, in his opinion---actually managed to distract him. As a carnal impulse flicked though his mind, he wished he could be in there with her. Then, as a spasm of his bladder pulled him back to reality, he remembered an altogether more pressing reason that he really wished he were in there with her right now. The Ashley of his imagination began to piss with a fervor that sent his hand down to his crotch, squeezing his penis to resist the impulse to do the same. He imagined the roaring stream that he'd once heard through a bathroom door, the even greater roar that must have been pouring out of her desperate body at that very moment---and with his blessing, no less. She really needed it, he tried to remind himself. I do too, his penis seemed to reply as a small drop of urine escaped. In the real world, Ashley's endeavor to empty her bulging bladder was going a bit less picture-perfectly than Will's imagination had painted it. The women in front of her were eager to return to the night's shopping and had been less than fully sympathetic to her pleas. What's more, the line hadn't budged an inch since she'd first joined it. Even if they had let her cut, she'd still just be waiting outside that stall. She tapped her foot anxiously. She was pretty good at holding it, but she'd never had to pee this badly in her life. And every second that she waited made her feel that much more guilty for having left Will alone out there. She got him into this situation; and now he was just waiting, patiently, while she basically taunted him by extricating only herself from the predicament---getting ready to piss a river out of her vulva while his poor cock wasn't allowed to do the same. “Do you have any idea where someone could find a men's restroom around here?,” she asked a younger women, a store employee, who stood behind her in the line. Will's imagination, meanwhile, painted her furious stream slowing only slightly as her face relaxed into an almost orgasmic expression of relief. He longed for the feeling of that stream passing through his own urethra. Why had he told her it was okay to go? It was one thing to be desperate together; but to be in this state alone? For her to stroll out of that bathroom in a state of utter relief, no longer able to truly sympathize with his need? No longer having any vested interest in finding somewhere he can take the most desperately needed piss of his life? Able to go back to her shopping, even, if she wanted to, and leave him to fend for himself? He imagined her stream finally slowing to a stop after a short eternity; imagined her gathering a portion of toilet paper to wipe herself; imagined her pulling her pants back up over that amazing ass, buttoning them in front of an abdomen that no longer ached to unleash the torturous load that he still carried. He imagined wistfully the feeling of a freshly-emptied bladder. There was nothing in the world quite like having a pee when you really, truly needed it. His resentment increased as he stood there, still waiting, imagining her to be washing her hands now. Then drying her hands, slowly. This is what she calls 'super quick'?, he thought with mounting irritation. He was running out of time. What's plan B?, he asked himself, surveying the area. The only option, of course, would be to go outside, to try to find a semi-secluded spot amongst what was otherwise a giant expanse of parking lot that offered rather little protection. God, how long does it take Ashley to pee?, Will wondered, oblivious to the line in which Ashley stood just as desperately as he paced outside. It would be nice to have her along as a lookout; but at this rate he was going to run out of time before she got back. He shuffled his feet, adjusted his pants. He needed to go. Will was running out of patience. He felt abandoned, angry, violated. His mind kept wandering back to the image of that deluge of pee gushing from between Ashley's legs, the same river that he was supposed to keep pent up just because she'd dragged him to the most idiotic store on the face of the planet. He couldn't help but imagine turning the tables on his leisurely-peeing partner. His mind painted the picture of a room that somehow contained nothing but a urinal---a very small urinal, a tiny cut-out in the wall, something no woman could ever hope to contort herself into such a shape as to utilize. Something that was just his. And he'd pee into that pathological urinal as she stood there, naked, watching, one leg crossed in front of the other to stem the flood that now he could release and she couldn't. Isn't there anywhere I can pee?, Imagine-Ashley gave him a pathetic look as she twirled around slowly in search, giving him a view of her now-bouncing butt as she tried desperately to hold it in. No, this is the only place, Imagine-Will replied. And he stepped back just a little bit further from the urinal so she could clearly see his stream arcing through the air. Just then, Ashley emerged from the ladies room that had so cruelly taunted Will while he waited. “Get lost in there, did you?,” Will couldn't help but remarking. It wasn't like him to be short with her---with anyone, really; but this particular combination of an extraordinary need to pee coupled with the knowledge that his own girlfriend had been doing exactly that in this no-men-allowed oasis of a room would be a trying situation for almost anyone. “I know, I'm sorry, follow me, I have a plan,” she spoke in rapid-fire, not breaking stride as she led him out an emergency-exit-only door (puzzlingly, and despite the sign's promise, an alarm did not sound). He followed her around the back of the building, an area surrounded by parked cars and people loading their purchases. This is her brilliant plan?, Will wondered; but Ashley was moving so quickly at this point that he couldn't voice his criticism and keep up with her at the same time. He had to pee so badly that even walking seemed to require an extraordinary level of concentration. They rounded yet another corner, and Will saw still more parked cars, more people, and a combination-locked gate---none of which exactly fill him with hope. But without hesitation, Ashley grabbed the lock, turned it to the number 12, flipped it sideways, and gave it a sharp smack against the gate. To Will's surprise, it popped right open. Ashley hurried him inside, pointing to a small storm drain in the cement. “There,” she said quickly, one hand pointing to the drain while the other closed the door and held it shut. “Pee there.” Will, grateful now and feeling just a little sorry for his crankiness a moment ago, didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out his penis and tried to pee, still huffing and puffing a bit from the walk to the blessed storm drain. He struggled for a moment, as though his system had been holding it for so long that it couldn't understand it was okay to go now. “It's okay, just relax and breathe slowly,” Ashley coached him, speaking more slowly now. Will tried to collect himself; and after an embarrassingly long pause (“It's okay, just breathe,” Ashley reiterated) a slow trickle and, eventually, a strong stream flowed from his member into the drain. Ashley bounced a bit from one foot to the other, as though anxious for something; but Will was far too distracted to take notice. Eventually, his stream died down. He stopped, paused a moment, started up again, stopped again. “All done?,” Ashley asked him in an anxious tone that Will was again too preoccupied to pick up on. He let out one last spurt, zipped up his fly, and declared “Yes, all done.” “Good, stand here, hold the door shut,” Ashley instructed him, slipping back into her rapid-fire rhythm. “Okay...?,” Will replied, holding the door shut in a fashion that more nearly resembled collapsing against it in relief than deliberately holding it shut per se. But it got the job done. Will returned his gaze to Ashley only to see her pull her pants and underwear down to her shoes in a single motion so quickly executed that it was scarcely more than a blur. In another blur, she was hanging onto a support rail, beginning to unleash a torrent of piss that put Will's to shame even before gravity had finished pulling her into position. “I thought you did that already?,” Will asked, confused and at the same time transfixed by the most amazing view he'd ever seen. That girl could pee like a champion. “The line was too long,” Ashley explained. “Besides,” she grinned, still peeing furiously, “I promised I'd hold it in until we could both go.”
Chapter 1 10 “Relax, Aster. This is what you’ve been training for.” 9 “Just sit tight, you’ll home before you know it.” 8 “It’s very unlikely that the shuttle will explode.” 7 “You probably should have gone to the restroom before getting on but it’s too late now.” 6 “You’re going to make it back. Few people get to do what you’re about to.” 5 “Is it too late to change my mind…?” 4 “Can’t we like, add another minute?” 3 “I actually really need to pee…” 2 Aster clung tightly to the pilot seat, squeezing the arm rests as she winced and waited for the countdown to finish. …1. Blast off! Aster’s eyes widened as she felt an incredible force below her. She knew every detail about what was going on and yet she still felt unprepared. She had downed several glasses of water to that effect before coming out onto the launchpad, which were all spilling out into her million dollar spacesuit as the shuttle lifted off, careening up through the clouds and breaking through the atmosphere. As the shuttle left the Earth behind, Aster leaned forward a bit. “Whoa…” she said, her eyes looking out into the vastness of outer space with wondrous fear and curious excitement. Her anxiety began to leave her as she gawked, loosening her iron grip on the arm rests. Sure, she had seen photographs, videos, even a VR demonstration, but nothing came close to the real thing. Her childlike wonder was interrupted by a voice in her ear. “Hey, um, Aster…you sort of left your comm on back there…” It was Ground Control, more specifically, Rosco Mann. “Wait, so you…heard all that?” she said, her already rosy cheeks burning even more crimson. “Yeah. We all did. And no, you can’t change your mind.” he said with a snicker in his voice. “C-copy that…” “Oh, lighten up.” said Mann, switching the commlink to just be between the two. "Anyway, you’re gonna enter into weightlessness right around now. We’ve got the piloting for you so why don’t you unbuckle and get used to it. Oh, and maybe change your clothes when you get the chance.” Aster rolled her eyes, popping her helmet off and brushing her almond colored hair out of her face. She then got to work on the myriad of straps and latches keeping her strapped in. Once freed, she began to lift from her seat. She grabbed on to the seat and lifted, pushing herself towards the back of the shuttle. 'Gotta get my bearings…' she thought to herself, grabbing on to the handles scattered about the cabin to right herself, awkwardly maneuvering her way to her quarters. Once inside, she wrestled the rest of her hulking suit off, sighing at the sight of her liquid absorption pad, which had been given a lot to absorb. “Not bad, Ash. You really did a number on it.” buzzed the voice in her ear. It was then that she remembered the security cameras. “You creep!” She giggled, moving to block his view of her. “You’re such a jerk, Ross.” she said playfully. She and Rosco had been together since high school, and got engaged the day before launch, much to her surprise and joy. Aster removed her gloves, admiring the ruby ring he had given her, the gold band accentuating the gem perfectly. She sighed happily before disposing of the yellow stained pad and putting her wet shorts and panties in a receptacle to be cleaned, putting on a new pair of each and putting her suit in its proper place. She spent the next few hours floating about the craft, making sure everything was in order and making wedding plans with Rosco. “Fine, your mother can come. Oh, and by the way, you’re past the edge of the solar system. Welcome to the Kuiper Belt.” “Thanks, Ross. What’s my ETA to the planet?” she asked. She knew he liked it when she used her serious scientist voice…and vocabulary. “It shouldn’t be long. In fact it should be coming riiiight into view.” “Well, I don’t see it.” “….you don’t?” “Nope.” “That’s strange. You sure you’re looking the right way?” “Even if I wasn’t, there’s like nothing to see around here but stars.” “Weird. Even if you’re not at Vitae yet you should be seeing some of the other planets in its system by now…not to mention their sun.” “It’s dead out here. Were the calculations off?” Externally she was all business, but internally she was starting to worry. Aster did her best not to panic, and to ignore the growing pangs in her abdomen telling her it was time to pee. “I don’t think so…let me check your trajectory….ah. You’re off by about….hold on…what in the hell?” “Ross? Rosco wh-what is it?” she said, a worried look on her face. “According to this you’re going the complete wrong way. Like you took a sharp turn.” “I-I didn’t! I haven’t even been at the controls! I swear!” she said, clearly very distressed. Aster placed a hand between her legs to avoid another accident. This was way more important than relief right now. “I know. We would have known if you did. Just try to calm down and we’ll figure this out.” “A-alright…I trust you.” Rosco smiled a bit, but he was just as worried as she was. There was nothing in the data, nothing anywhere explaining the sudden change in direction. It was like something was…pulling her… “Aster! Get the hell out of there! Fire your emergency thrusters, fire everything!” he barked over the intercom. “What!? Why, what’s going on!?” she yelled, her breathing bated as her heart started pumping faster. “It’s a black hole!” End Chapter 1
Chapter 2 Rosco Mann slammed his fist on the desk. “Dammit! I’ve lost contact…” Would this be the last he would ever see of her? Was she, right now, hurtling into oblivion because he wasn’t paying attention? All he could do now was hope…hope for her to come back. On the shuttle, things were strangely calm. Well, the whole cabin was blaring, red alarms flashing everywhere, but Aster was strangely calm. As she drew closer to the gaping maw of the black hole, she took a deep breath. She knew the risks. She had gambled and lost. When death stares you in the face, there’s no value in worrying. She just hoped that her fiancee would be alright without her… “I’m sorry, Ross…find someone to make you happy, happier than I ever could have made you…” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek as the craft began to groan, straining as it tried not to collapse. Aster sighed, wiping the droplet off her cheek. “At least it’s not a boring way to go…” she said to herself, closing her eyes as the groans became louder, it would only be a matter of time before the frame collapsed. Her bladder thought this was a good time to signal her again. “Oh shut up…” she muttered. Aster smiled a bit, proud that she had managed to hold it in all this time, considering the circumstances. She let out a sigh, relaxing in her chair and giving herself one final reward as warmth collected under her. “There has to be _something_ we can do! Hidgens, Franklin, keep that satellite pointed at her! If we can get a signal then maybe…maybe…” Rosco put his head in his hands, sobbing. In his heart, he knew that she had been lost forever. Nothing was going to bring her back now…he had to accept that. “Goodbye, Aster…I’m so sorry.” he whispered. Aster blinked a few times, looking around. The alarms had stopped, everything looked pretty normal. “Hm?” She looked behind her, up at the ceiling, and at all the instruments before her. “Everything seems…fine? Did I not die?” She took another look around, smiling and leaping out of her chair, which she wasn’t able to do due to being strapped in. Her fist still went up in the air according to plan, though. “Yes! I’m still alive! I’m alive and I…I peed myself.” Aster blushed, feeling herself to double check. Not that there was much chance she didn’t. "Oh well…not the first time today. I have bigger things to worry about right now. Time to reestablish some contact!…after a quick change.” “C’mon, just one more.” Rosco slurred. The bartender shook his head. “Dick.” he muttered, stumbling out of bar. Once outside, he shivered a bit. It had been a cold December for Manhattan. The drunken, somewhat broken man looked up at the stars, holding back tears. Drowning his sorrows and regret seemed nigh impossible. It had been three long years since the incident, which were almost exclusively spent obsessing over trying to gain back what he had lost. Countless hours and dollars spent trying to locate her, to no avail. Rosco sighed and trudged home, stopping to water an alley on the way. He shut his apartment door behind him, collapsing onto his bed. Equations and algorithms fluttered into the air, floating gently down amongst their brothers. His cat mewed, jumping up onto the bed. He smiled a bit, rubbing it behind the ears. “Goodnight, Aster…” Aster held on to the grips, keeping herself in place as she relieved herself normally for once. Emptied, she pulled up her sweatpants and got back to work. The craft had suffered minor damage, and she was doing her best to fix it herself. There were a couple of times when she almost lost her grip, but overall she hadn’t had many problems. Most of her time was spent trying to get a signal to Earth. The closer the shuttle got to her home planet, the better her chances of reestablishing communication. However, so far it had been deafening silence. “Such is space…” she said to herself, sitting back in the pilot’s chair and trying again. It reminded her of hunting shiny Pokémon when she was a kid. Okay, maybe she was in her twenties. Don’t judge her. “This is Aster…Mann.” she said, smiling a bit. “This is Aster Mann. Is anyone out there?” Nothing. “I repeat, is anyone out there?” Silence. Aster sighed and put her headset away. She wasn’t able to tell how far away from Earth she was, but she was pretty certain she was at least going the right way. There was always the threat of running out of food or water stores, which played on her anxiety along with everything else about this situation. 'Maybe astronaut wasn’t the best profession for someone like that', she thought. “You’re asking us to blow millions of taxpayer dollars to fly you into a black hole. Have I got that right?” “No sir, I’m asking you to blow millions of my dollars.” Rosco said, his eyes ablaze with determination. He had always been fairly wealthy, but it was still a huge project gathering up the funds needed. “Not to mention, I’ll be gathering data on it, and making sure it’s not a threat to the planet. You can’t tell me that’s not a worthy cause.” “That I most certainly can, Mann. My heart goes out to you on what happened to your girlfriend, but…” “Fiancee.” The man glared at him before continuing. “…fiancee, but this is not a good use of anyone’s money. She’s gone, Mann.” “You don’t…!” Rosco took a deep breath. “Sir, you don’t know that. And I have evidence to prove that she’s not.” The man looked over the figures on his desk. “You’ve spent a lot of time on this, haven’t you…” he said, sighing and rubbing his temple. “…all right. You’ve got yourself a shuttle.” Rosco’s eyes lit up. He quickly stood, shaking the man’s hand vigorously. “Thank you, thank you sir! You’re not going to regret this!” The man scowled a bit. “Yes, I am.” Rosco ignored him, leaving the room smiling for the first time in years. ‘I’m coming, Aster!’ End Chapter 2
I know I won't have any time to write for at least the next 6 weeks, so I thought I'd rid my brain of another idea that's been floating around in there for while :) Happy Spring! *********** “The district attorney still hasn’t disclosed whether or not she intends to press charges against Preston Sinclair the Third for the events of April 29th,” the news anchor declared from behind the desk. “In addition to defacing public property and destruction of windows at the capitol building, Mr. Sinclair caused tens of thousands of dollars of damage to the hotel room where he and his friends were staying.” The well-coiffed anchor glanced down and lowered her voice, a standard move for indicating a change in tone from accusatory to tragic. “Of course, Mr. Sinclair, allegedly under the influence of cocaine, fell from the balcony of the hotel room later that night, plummeting five stories. Family members have been tight-lipped as to the extent of his injuries, even as he was released from the hospital last week after spending six weeks in intensive care. Insiders have speculated that the rumors of brain damage to Mr. Sinclair have contributed to the DA’s hesita-“ The TV shut off abruptly, and Preston looked up from his position on the couch to see Angel, one of his day-shift nurses, holding the remote and looking mildly annoyed. “You know your mom doesn’t like you watching that,” Angel said flatly. Preston blinked. “I was hoping they’d show more footage of me.” Angel set down the remote and walked around to the front of the couch. She didn’t respond; she didn’t particularly care. “It’s time for lunch,” she ordered. “The occupational therapist wants you to practice cutting your food.” Preston didn’t argue as Angel helped him slowly get to his feet. All his movements were slow these days. His broken bones had healed, all his stitches had been removed, and the swelling in his brain had gone down, but he was by no means “healed.” His muscles, atrophied from the weeks he spent unconscious and confined to a hospital bed, were sore and slow to respond. Fine motor skills took effort. He had little stamina; even the most basic of tasks could leave him fatigued. But the most disconcerting result of his fall was the amnesia, coupled with a near-complete change in personality. Though he more or less recognized his parents and the ostentatious penthouse where the all lived, Preston himself bore little resemblance to the arrogant party boy shown in shaky paparazzi videos on TV. That Preston was confident and condescending, selfish and destructive, often intoxicated, swearing, arms draped around scantily-clad women. That Preston was prone to enraged outbursts, blowing up at anyone who dared challenge his privilege and trust-fund enabled authority. Now, Preston was meek and obedient, quiet and confused. He could remember bits and pieces of events, but he just couldn’t grasp why he acted the way he had. Now, he had no desire to yell at people or break things. He was just tired. His doctors had said something about frontal lobe damage, but Preston didn’t really understand it all. People just kept saying they’d “have to wait and see.” His cognitive abilities seemed to be largely intact, but the holes in his memory and his inability to align the knowledge of who he used to be with how he felt now left Preston with a constant sense of disorientation, like he wasn’t sure how to act at any given moment. Most of the time, he just kept quiet and did what his nurses and therapists asked. Currently, that meant letting Angel walk him to the dining room for lunch. Angel was one of about a half-dozen nurses that cared for Preston at home. He didn’t know exactly how old she was, but he guessed she was close to his age – 25. She was strong, smart, and efficient, but not exactly warm or talkative. Part of him was grateful for the quiet time and lack of pitying attitudes when Angel was with him, but he got the impression that she didn’t particularly enjoy being there. That impression was accurate. Generally, Angel loved her job; she was a good nurse and took pride in providing complete, dependable care for people. She came well-recommended, and the Sinclairs were paying her more per week that she earned in a typical month. But Angel couldn’t stand Preston Sinclair. To her, Preston stood for everything wrong with the world. He hadn’t worked a day in his life, and he treated everything – people, places, things – as if it was expendable. He thought he was above the law, that the rules of civilized society didn’t apply to him. If he even knew what the rules of civilized society were in the first place. So Angel did what she was hired to do, and she did it well, but nothing more. She would not be friendly with Preston, and she certainly wouldn’t sympathize with him, no matter how different he seemed from the playboy frequently shown on TMZ. Speaking of playboys…Angel thought as she watched Preston methodically cut his salmon. “Remember, you have your friends coming over this afternoon,” she said blandly. “They should get here around 2.” Preston nodded, a brief look of worry flashing across his face. He hadn’t seen any of his friends since the accident. He vaguely remembered most of them, or at least recognized the recurring characters from the paparazzi footage, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to see them. What would they talk about? Would they be mad that he was acting differently? Not that he had much of a choice, or the energy to argue. His mom had decided a few days ago that Preston would “progress” better if he had more social interaction. Of course, most of Preston’s “friends” were as vapid and narcissistic as he was; they had no real interest in spending time with an invalid. But they were all friends because their parents ran in the same circles; sociopolitical obligations were invoked, phone calls were made, and a visit was arranged. In addition to insisting on the visit, Mrs. Sinclair had demanded some updates to Preston’s appearance. A barber had been called in to give him a haircut, and Angel was to supervise a shave before the guests arrived. So, after lunch, Angel guided Preston to his obscenely large bathroom and watched, carefully if disinterestedly, as he deliberately drew the razor over his uneven stubble. “Did you want to change?” Angel asked when Preston finished shaving. Preston looked down at his t-shirt and pajama pants. “What should I wear?” Angel stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “Your mom probably expects you to put on something a bit more appropriate for greeting guests,” she explained mildly. “What would you usually wear when you went out with friends?” Preston cringed as he thought of the crisp jeans and tailored shirts hanging in his closet. They all struck him as restrictive and uncomfortable. “I just want to wear sweats,” he mumbled, pouting slightly. “Fine,” Angel tried to keep her tone neutral. “But you might want to change your shirt. You got sauce on it from lunch.” Preston looked down again and saw the incriminating splotch. He might be able to get away with clean sweats, but his mom wouldn’t stand for sloppiness. He knew that much. In his bedroom, Preston glanced at the clocked as he pulled on a clean shirt; it was already 1:45. The simple acts of eating lunch, shaving, and changing clothes had taken him over an hour. Preston leaned against his dresser. Getting ready had drained him, and he still had to make it all the way across the penthouse to the parlor before his friends arrived. Before he even had time to finish his thought, Angel was next to him with his wheelchair. Though he could physically walk, the size of the home made travel exhausting, so his parents had purchased a top-of-the-line motorized wheelchair that could also be pushed, if Preston was too tired to even steer properly. “I think it’s best to get you situated in the parlor before your friends arrive,” Angel explained as Preston nestled himself in the chair. He didn’t say thank you; she didn’t expect it. In the parlor, Preston pushed out of the settled into the corner of the cream-colored love seat. It wasn’t particularly plush or comfortable, but it looked nice in the lavishly-decorated room. Angel pushed the wheelchair back into a corner, then grabbed a blanket to tuck around Preston. He curled his legs up next to him, giving himself a bit more support as he leaned into the arm of the couch. Thus positioned, he felt secure enough to sit and talk for however long his friends would stay. Satisfied that Preston was safe and comfortable, Angel took a seat in one of the leather wingback chairs on the side of the room. Right at the stroke of 2, Preston heard the sound of young voices come through the house. Moments later, three well-dressed 20-somethings strode into the parlor, chatting amongst themselves and looking somewhat less nervous than the situation seemed to call for. “Oh my God, Preston!” the girl squeaked, her manicured eyebrows raised. “You look so good!” The compliment didn’t exactly exude sincerity, but Preston felt himself relax at the sound of Jillian’s voice. Just like his mom had hoped, the presence of his friends triggered memories. Jillian was always unbelievable in her praise; everything was “amazing,” or “so cute.” “I look like shit, Jill,” Preston’s response seemed to come almost automatically, and the two men flanking Jillian relaxed visibly. “It’s about time you got some consequences, ya dumb shit,” the short one on the left laughed. Reggie, Preston thought. “You’ve been bulletproof for way too fucking long. You’re still the only one who hasn’t spent at least a night in jail!” “Right?” the last guest – Marcus - chimed in as the three flopped onto the opposing couch. “If any of the rest of us had done as much coke as you and jumped off a fucking balcony, we’d be dead!” Preston felt a slight twist in his gut at the blasé attitude of his peers toward the topics of jail and drugs, but he was already laughing. This is how they talked; this was normal. In the corner, Angel couldn’t help but sneer. Unwilling to actively listen to inane, oblivious chatter, she pulled a book off the shelf and started to read, periodically looking up to see if Preston was getting tired. On the love seat, Preston felt some of the tension in his shoulders dissipate. The banter among his friends was steady, if vapid, and they didn’t seem to expect him to say very much. Maybe he hadn’t been a big talker before, or maybe they just kept up their own pace of conversation, not wanting to bother adjusting to Preston’s lethargic thought process. After about a half hour of outlandish stories, with Preston mostly just listening, he felt a pressure in his abdomen. His attention drifted away from the conversation as he realized he had to pee. It was a bit of an odd feeling. In the hospital, he’d been catheterized while he was unconscious; then, when he woke up, the nurses were diligent about bringing him a urinal or bedpan every two hours. When he left the hospital, his in-home nurses kept up the same schedule. Every two hours, they helped him make his way to the bathroom. His liquid intake was carefully monitored, so he always ended up releasing his bladder without ever actually feeling a sense of urgency. Now, he took stock of his body and realized that his bladder was definitely kind of full. Thinking back, he remembered that he’d drunk more than usual at lunch and, in the sluggish hustle to shave and get dressed, he hadn’t actually stopped to use the bathroom. Preston shifted in his seat, adjusting into a position that pressed his thighs closer together. A high-pitched peal of laughter from Jillian drew his focus back to the people sitting across from him. Reggie was in the middle of some tale involving a breached zoo enclosure. Marcus was laughing so hard, his face was red, and Jillian was giggling flirtatiously, petting Reggie’s shoulder. “…and then, my man Sinclair talks it all out with the security guard!” Reggie yelped, to howls of laughter from Marcus and Jillian. “The penguin was in distress, sir, we just had to help him!” Preston found himself grinning at the memory. “Gotta know your audience, bro,” he smirked. “All zoo workers are gonna care about the animals’ safety.” Marcus shook his head in awe, apparently still seeing Preston as the Teflon-skinned, smooth-talking lord of the city. Preston sat up a bit straighter, soaking in the admiration. Then his bladder surged, and Preston hunched forward, his moment of self-assured glee melting into anxiety. He couldn’t just excuse himself, not now. His friends were here, and they were treating him like nothing was wrong. Hell, they were treating him like a fucking prince. It felt good, having people act like they knew who he was and what he would do. It helped counteract the confusion and unease of the past few weeks. They weren’t terrible people after all; they were just young and confident, and he was their leader. Surely, with the way they believed in him, he could change their course of behavior. They could still have fun without hurting people and destroying things. So he couldn’t ruin those beliefs by interrupting the conversation to have Angel take him to use the bathroom. They’d see just how broken he was, and they wouldn’t want to stick around, and he wouldn’t be able to use their companionship to pull himself back to the land of the living. He’d just have to wait. But waiting was hard. The sphincter was just like any other muscle, and he hadn’t had a chance to exercise it by holding back his urine for over a month and a half. His control grew more tenuous, and the semblance of confidence he’d felt disappeared completely. In only fifteen minutes, he was barely paying attention to the discussion. He pressed his legs together, but he didn’t dare hold himself in front of his friends. Jillian, Reggie, and Marcus didn’t seem to notice that Preston had ceased contributing to the conversation altogether, but Preston was too distressed to be grateful for their ignorance. He wasn’t even sure that his bladder was all that full; he just couldn’t control what was there. He tried to clench his muscles, but they weren’t responding. It was like trying to hold onto a beach ball with two pool noodles. From the side of the room, Angel was staring at her charge. He hadn’t spoken in over 15 minutes, and he looked strained. He was still sitting up OK, but she wondered if he was getting tired. She’d probably have to kick his visitors out soon. Soon wasn’t going to be enough for Preston. With a soft whine that got lost in the still-raucous chatter, he started to lose control. A tiny yet steady trickle of liquid slipped from his bladder, gradually dampening his pants. Preston’s lower lip started to tremble. Just minutes ago, he’d felt normal, almost happy, and now, he was quietly having an accident. His friends, who had been smiling at him like nothing had ever gone wrong, were now gabbing to each other, oblivious to the fact that their charismatic former chief was sitting across from them at this very moment, wetting on himself under the blanket. The sounds of his friends’ voices seemed to fade into white noise as Preston tried with all his might to stop urinating. He kept the leak to a minimum, but couldn’t stop halt it entirely. He curled his legs up tightly next to him, and his face started to crumple visibly. Angel couldn’t see the stain creeped down Preston’s lap under the blanket, but she saw his eyebrows draw together and the corners of his mouth turn down. It looked like he was about to cry. Angel sighed softly; she supposed she couldn’t expect full emotional control from a young man so immediately removed from such a serious set of injuries. He was probably just tired, and, like a toddler, getting pouty. Setting down her book, Angel rose from her chair and cleared her throat. Preston looked up, startled, but Jillian, Reggie, and Marcus were still talking animatedly. “Beg pardon,” Angel raised her voice enough to resonate through the large room. Reggie stopped mid-sentence and stared at Angel, having only just realized that she was in the room. Angel ignored the bemused gazes. “Preston needs to rest,” she said bluntly. “So you’ll have to continue your conversation another time.” Panting slightly, Preston wasn’t even upset at Angel’s condescending dismissal. Anything was better than them knowing the real problem. Renewed by the prospect of being alone, Preston tightened his pelvic muscles again and finally cut off the dripping urine. “Of course,” Jillian simpered, getting to her feet. She smiled beatifically at Preston. “You’re doing so great. Get some rest, and I’m sure you’ll be back out with us in no time!” Reggie rolled his eyes conspiratorially at Preston, as if Angel couldn’t see. “Glad you’ve got such…devoted care, bro,” he smirked. “Better do what she says.” And with that, they all turned and walked out. Sitting around and talking had never been their thing, anyway. At least not while sober. Angel refrained from sticking her tongue out at the backs of the retreating guests, then turned back toward Preston. “Do you want to-“ But she cut off abruptly when she faced Preston. He’d shoved his hands under the blanket and was holding himself tightly. “Oh,” she said lightly. “I guess you have to pee. Let’s go, then.” Preston shook his head stubbornly, whining. He clutched dick, desperately trying to keep the rest of the urine inside. Angel set her mouth firmly. “Don’t whine, Preston. I know you’re tired, but we have to get you to the bathroom, now come on.” She snatched the blanket away, revealing the wet stain on Preston’s sweats. “Oh,” Angel repeated, stunned. “You already went.” Preston shook his head again and raised his eyes, pleading. Realization dawning, Angel sighed deeply. “OK,” she said, her tone slightly more encouraging. “We’ll get you to the bathroom to finish. Can you walk?” “Mmmm,” Preston dissented, frowning more deeply. Angel clenched her jaw, trying not to get too irritated. “Then let’s get you in your chair.” “No,” Preston whined, his eyes filling with tears. “I won’t make it.” He’d started to leak again, and he knew he wouldn’t survive the move to his chair and trip to the bathroom without losing it completely. The wheelchair was so fancy and expensive; he didn’t want to ruin it. Angel was losing patience. “So you just want to go on the couch, then?” she grumbled. “Nooooo,” Preston moaned, his whole body trembling. “The couch…I can’t…”He felt more miserable than ever. He was about to make a mess of his parents’ expensive couch or his expensive wheelchair, and Angel had to make his friends leave, all because he couldn’t even hold his bladder for a few hours. Angel rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…” she growled. Stepping forward, she seized Preston under his arms and hauled him to his feet. Preston yelped as he felt the leaks turn into a flood. Urine started to spill copiously down his thighs as Angel dragged him, stumbling, off the plush carpet and onto the hardwood floor. “There,” Angel sighed, bracing herself against Preston’s back. “Now you’re not ruining your chair or the couch.” Preston let out a deep sob, overcome with both shame and relief. Hot liquid streamed down his legs, pooling on the floor beneath his feet. He sagged against Angel, weak from the mental and physical exertion of the past half hour. After a minute, the patter of urine on wood stopped. “All done?” Angel asked. Preston hummed a wordless noise of assent, and Angel adjusted her stance. She tried to gather her thoughts. It’s not that she’d never had patients wet themselves – or worse – before, but holding up a 25-year-old man so he had an accident over the hardwood floor instead of the multi-thousand-dollar love seat was definitely new. “I’ll go get some towels,” she declared. “We’ll put one on your chair so you won’t get it wet, then I’ll take you to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Can you stand here?” She straightened Preston and turned him around to face her. He nodded, dazed, which was enough for Angel. Grabbing towels from the linen closet, Angel felt a tiny pang of guilt. Yes, Preston should have just told her he needed to use the restroom, but she had forgotten to take him after lunch. She reminded herself that head injuries could be tricky; just because Preston could have an obnoxious conversation with his even-more-obnoxious friends didn’t mean that all of his mental and emotional abilities were operating a full strength. She returned to the parlor to find Preston on his knees in his puddle. He stared up at her, a bewildered look on his face, as if he still couldn’t process what he’d done. Angel calmly arranged towels on the wheelchair before pushing over to Preston. She dropped another towel on the floor to cover most of the mess, then eased Preston into the chair. He didn’t say a word as she wheeled him back across the house to his bathroom. He already had an obscenely large shower, complete with marble bench, so the only adjustment needed had been the addition of a hand-held shower head. Angel turned on the tap, then hesitated. She’d never bathed Preston before; that was the evening nurse’s job. “Preston? Do you need help getting undressed?” Preston nodded, his face still a blank mask. Angel gently helped him peel off his shirt and soaked pants, then guided him under the warm shower. Preston plopped onto the bench, head hanging. Angel carefully, professionally wiped him down, cleaning the urine from between his legs before giving him a final rinse. Clutching the towel around him, Preston remained silent while Angel wheeled him back to his room. It wasn’t even 3:30 in the afternoon, but he felt like he could sleep for hours, a feeling amplified by the pajama pants that Angel helped him into. “Preston?” Angel called, getting his attention. “My shift is over soon. I need to make sure you’re going to be OK. Are you? Is there anything I need to tell Petra when she gets here?” Preston opened his mouth slightly and blinked at Angel. “Preston,” Angel repeated, more softly. “How are you feeling? Are you hurt? Are you feeling ill?” “No,” Preston whispered finally. “OK,” Angel nodded encouragingly. “I’m going to have to write up my notes, you know that right?” Preston nodded. He just wanted to sleep. Angel sighed. She never expected any profound self-awareness or introspection from Preston to begin with, and she certainly wasn’t going to get any in his current state. “Very well, Mr. Sinclair. I’m going to go get my notebook and do my paperwork in here while you rest until Petra arrives. I’ll be right back.” Preston nodded, and Angel turned to leave. He laid down on his bed, thinking that he’d probably be asleep before she got back. He felt bad that she’d had to clean up after him; she’d been very nice about it. Very kind, given the circumstances… “Thank you,” Preston murmured, closing his eyes, but Angel was already too far away to hear.
“Now arriving at Inkopolis Station. Mind the gap, and have a great rest of your day.” The artificial sounding voice on the train’s PA was the most comforting thing Oceana had heard all day. In her move to the big city she had been rocked, rattled, yelled at, delayed, and delayed again. Not only that, but her strenuous day was piling pressure onto her bladder, which she had not had an opportunity to empty since that morning. Walking off the train with the crowd, she looked around to spot the bathrooms…being cleaned. She sighed. “Of course…oh well. I’m mature now I can handle myself.” Oceana was not human. In fact, no one around her was. In the world she lived in, humans were extinct, and had been for thousands of years. So, what was Oceana? Oceana was an Inkling. No, she wasn’t intuition or a vague understanding, she was a squid with the innate ability to morph into a humanoid. This may sound strange, but it was quite common. Inklings were everywhere: walking around, enjoying life, shopping, and engaging in turf wars. That last part isn’t as bad as it sounds, though. Turf War was one of the many sports the Inkling community had developed using their ink sacs to splatter certain arenas. It wasn’t always that way, though, they used to be real turf wars, but we don’t need to get into that right now. Oceana had moved to the big city from the countryside to participate in the city’s sports, which were the most important part of Inkling culture next to fashion and music. They were a bit like the late humans in that regard. Oceana wracked her brain as she walked out of the station. It’s hard to think of where the next closest toilet would be when you’re right next to one. She nervously fiddled with one of the tentacles hanging from her head, a nervous habit of hers. “Calm down, Oceana…you can make it.” With that she gained a little confidence, but it was dashed when she remembered that she had to confirm the lease on her apartment in the next thirty minutes. She didn’t let herself lose hope, however. “I can just go after that. No problem!” she said to herself, stepping in to a puddle of ink before being whisked away. Now is the time for another lesson about Inklings. The ability to transform their shape was not the only thing they had evolved since coming up onto the land. In their squid form, they can travel very quickly through ink. Usually it’s only their own, but the city develops universal ink for many uses, transportation through pipes being a primary one. As she shot up through the transparent tube, she looked out onto the city. She had seen it in travel guides and postcards, but they really didn’t do it justice. It was a magnificent metropolitan marvel, and a monument to the Inkling species’ momentous merit. However, her awe didn’t last long as her bladder sent an especially strong signal, causing her to have to cross her tentacles. She almost considered just letting go, but that was a pretty rude thing to do. It would be like peeing in the pool if there was no chlorine to take care of it. So, she held tight, trying not to let the fact that she was surrounded by rushing liquid influence her too much. After a torturous few minutes, she arrived near her apartment complex. She morphed and stepped out, ink dripping off of her. Half-regretting not just letting go in the transport pipe, she started walking. Once inside the building she met with the shrimp in charge of the building and sat through what was supposed to be a short meeting about the details of the lease. She wasn’t judging him by his size, he was literally a shrimp. Squids weren’t the only creatures to leave the sea. The meeting droned on forever, the guy’s words turning to mush as the entered her brain. There was only one thing she could think about right now, and it was about to burst out of her. Oceana crossed her legs and kept nodding, praying for the prawn to shut up. Finally, he did, handing her the papers before telling her that her room was still being cleaned, asking her to please come back in an hour. Oceana almost started crying. “N-no problem sir.” she said, shaking like a leaf. She shook his hand and hurried out of the building. A spurt of pee escaped into her shorts as the door closed behind her. “You’ve got to be kidding me…is one available toilet really that much to ask??” she asked no one in particular. Oceana was at her limit now. Her started to go a bit hazy as she half-stumbled down the sidewalk. The residential district really had nothing more than complexes, but if she took another transport pipe she would surely lose control. Not that it wasn’t already imminent. She scanned the area for people before clutching herself between the legs, blushing. “Gotta find something…somewhere…anywhere…” As she walked, every alley between the buildings looked more appetizing than the last. She could take no more. “Please don’t let me get in trouble for this…” she said, ducking into one of them, looking around to make sure no one saw her. Once she was reasonably convinced she had privacy, her floodgates opened. Oceana gasped and pulled her shorts and panties down, squatting in the same motion as she sprayed the ground with the force only someone pushed to the very edge has. She let out a long sigh, gradually breaking into a smile as her fountain flowed. Her stream then slowed to a trickle before finally ceasing, allowing her to stand and pull her clothes back up. Oceana admired the lake she had made for a moment before sneaking back out onto the street as cautiously as she had left it. “Alright, now that that’s out of the way, it’s time to buy a weapon.” Any Inkling can spray their ink, but only an amateur would be caught dead using their own muscles to do it. The best place in the city was Ammo Knights, conveniently located in Inkopolis Plaza, the beating heart of Inkopolis. She took the fastest pipe there, sighing a bit as she enjoyed the sensation of a recently-emptied bladder. Upon arrival she once again found herself gawking at the sights. Shops, restaurants, and tons of people, may of them athletes as evidenced by their fabulous clothing and top-tier weaponry. Oceana could hardly wait! When she entered Ammo Knights she got a renewed sensation of awe. It was covered wall to wall in rifles, submachine guns, snipers, inkbrushes, and ink rollers. There were so many options, and each option came with so many options! She knew all it would take was a few wins to be able to afford a new one, but even with that knowledge she just couldn’t decide. After almost an hour of weighing pros and cons, she settled on a Custom E-liter 3K, a powerful sniper rifle. She lifted it off of the rack, almost falling over. It was a lot heavier than it looked! Oceana put a little more muscle into it, carrying the gun and lifting it up onto the counter. Sheldon, the store’s horseshoe crab owner, looked at the perky Inkling, grinning as she waited to purchase the weapon. “You don’t look too fresh…what’s your level?” Oceana looked a bit confused. “O-oh, my level? I haven’t been in any matches yet so…zero?” She said with an unsure tone. “Zero?” He laughed a bit. “Sorry, to get a gun like this you’d need to be at level 18, minimum.” “Oh…then what I can I get?” Oceana replied, sounding pretty disappointed. “Hold on.” Sheldon reached behind him, putting a small plastic pistol on the counter. “This Splattershot Jr. is all you can use. But it’s free of charge!” he said with a smile. He knew how she felt, he had seen a hundred rookies before her go through the same thing. “Once you’re at level 4 I can offer you some new stuff. That goes for all the other shops around here too, so your best bet is to get some wins under your belt.” Oceana looked a bit shocked as she looked at the pathetic little gun. Still, if it was her only option she would have to take it. She took a calming breath, thanking the crab and leaving with the gun dangling from her defeated fingers. The stores around her looked bright and colorful, sporting shoes and shirts that she would have loved to buy. She sighed and made her way back to the apartment, which now smelled like oranges from all the cleaner. After a quick yet urgent visit to the bathroom, Oceana walked into her new bedroom and flung herself onto her mattress, letting out another sigh as the sun went down and she pulled the covers over her head. Becoming an athlete was going to be harder than she thought.
She was tingling with anticipation as she stood in line to get her movie ticket. Today’s the day, she thought to herself. Today’s the day I’m finally going to do it. She had been planning to try this for weeks now, but had never been able to work up the courage. But here she was, at the theater, buying a single ticket to Superhero Movie 54, in the late afternoon. The movie had been out for quite a while, now, so there were certainly very few people that would be going out to see it. And on top of that, it was 4pm and still very much light out- Long before the general rush of people. The theater was practically guaranteed to be empty, and she was as excited as she was nervous. She had never done something like this before. She had always fantasized about it, but never thought she’d build up the courage to actually go do it. She paid for the ticket, responded to the clerk’s “Enjoy your movie!” with a meek “thank you,” and hurried inside. The next step in her plan was to get a drink. A big one. So she ended up getting a large Mountain Dew (No ice means more liquid) and, just because she loved them, a bag of Skittles. The size of the drink looked like it held more liquid than her stomach and bladder could combined, which (Although intimidating) was perfect. By this point, she was getting more anxious about her plan. She was holding her giant bucket of soda, fidgeting slightly, and she was slowly realizing more and more that this was actually happening. Her clothing choices could have been more subtle, but if she was going to do this, she was going to go all-out. She had read plenty of stories of girls ending up in this kind of situation (Although not usually this intentionally, or planned out), but they would wear shorts or skirts to allow them to easily pee without noticeable markings on their clothes. But that didn’t seem as fun to her, so she wore black tight jeans, a gray t-shirt, and her favorite dark blue hoodie. It was a bit of a warm day, but she figured she could tie the hoodie around her waist to hide some of it, if she needed to. She loved the feeling of tight jeans sticking to her, warm all the way down. She loved the sensation as those first couple drops traced paths around her legs, making her shiver all over. She thought to herself, where’s the fun in wetting a skirt? You pee and you’re done and you made a mess. But she loved it for the pure sensation of it all. The relief and the mess were just small bonuses to her. She was dismayed to find there were seven other people in the theater- Two couples, three individuals, here and there. Probably taking a break from their days for a quick movie. Luckily, she found a seat all the way in the back, off to one side, that was distant from everyone else. As she approached her seat, she got more and more antsy. She couldn’t tell if she had to pee yet at all, or if it was just nerves (Probably both), but she knew that as soon as she sat down, she would be right where it would eventually happen. As soon as she sat down, she would be in the future “crime scene.” And now here she was, sitting in a nearly-empty theater, staring at stupid movie trivia and chugging her body weight in soda. She wanted to drink as much as she could early, so she had more time during the movie for the desperation to really hit her. --- By time the movie started, she was already shifting uneasily in her seat, casting glances around at the other people (None of which were returned, of course). She realized that she didn’t really need to pee that badly, but she was just getting more and more excited. The novelty and disbelief of this is really going to happen was wearing off, and it was steadily being replaced by a determination to make it happen. It no longer felt unreal to her, but more like a personal goal that she needed to meet. Not yet, she kept telling herself. Don’t leak, don’t let anything out. Not until you hit your breaking point. She had to talk herself out of letting go multiple times- Not because she was overly desperate or anything, but just because she wanted to start it right now. But she wasn’t ready yet; her bladder wasn’t ready. Not yet… Wait… Drink more… She was so very excited, and so very impatient about it. It was maybe halfway into the movie when she let out her first involuntary leak. She squeaked in surprise, but fortunately, it was at a loud point in the showing, so no one noticed. She noticed, though, and she could feel her face turning bright red in embarrassment. Her jeans didn’t feel damp at all yet, so it wasn’t a major loss in pressure. Her soda was almost entirely gone, and she had been so distracted by this mission of hers that she barely ate any Skittles. The leak was the beginning of the end for her, though, and her desperation was rising quicker and quicker. She was no longer even trying to sit still, one leg folded up under her as she rocked from side to side frantically. “I need to pee...” she muttered under her breath. Barely a whisper- It was more of a confirmation to herself that she did, in fact, need to urinate. She kept looking around, constantly afraid that someone would hear her mutter something, or the shifting fabric of the chair. She slowly began to steady herself with deep, slow breathing, and her rocking slowed down as she grabbed herself less and less. “I’m okay… I’m okay” she whispered over and over, as if trying to convince herself it was true. This isn’t good enough. I can wait way longer. It’s going to feel so incredible. She was still very anxious about it, but now she felt like she was going for a record. Longest hold in movie theater history after drinking an aquarium of soda, she thought. And no one seems to be suspicious of me! Her soda was finished five minutes later, and she was back to rocking back and forth on her heel. She felt like she was nearly at the top of the highest drop on a roller-coaster, staring down into the inevitable. It filled her with a strange mix of excitement and dread, but the dread itself was exciting. It was a feedback loop of emotions that she was stuck in when her next major leak caught her by surprise. A quick jet of pee, maybe two seconds long, soaked her seat a fair bit. The warmth was noticeable to her now, and a bit of it was trickling down her leg. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of it, which may have been a mistake- It caused another, slightly longer leak to follow. Her bottom felt almost hot now, from this new wave, and two more tendrils worked their way down her legs. This was it. The warmth was too exciting, and she was too exhausted, to keep it contained anymore. But if she was going to do this, it wasn’t going to be an accident. It would be on purpose. So she uncrossed her legs, planting both her feet on the ground, and sat still. In this final moment, her panic overwhelmed her desire. She was terrified of someone catching her in the act- So much so that she couldn’t release it just yet. Everything’s okay, no one even cares. Relax… Relax… She kept trying to reassure herself, get herself to calm down, but the movie was quiet, so surely, someone would hear something… This was the calm before the storm- Both for her, and the movie. In her stillness, a long, four-second leak hissed out of her into her jeans, warming the seat. This one dribbled all the way down her legs, too, and as much as she loved the sensation, it was still too quiet in the theater. Someone will notice! Stop! Run to the bathroom! She blushed deeply and gathered her hoodie up around herself, trying to hide and regain her resolve. No, she thought defiantly. I’ve come this far, I’m not backing out. Besides, I’m not sure I can stand up… It was this realization that granted her courage again: She was wetting herself, one way or another. She can wet herself here, quietly in this seat at the back of an empty theater, or struggle down the stairs, out into the lobby, peeing the whole way. With this in mind, she decided that she was at least going to enjoy the experience. The movie picked up again as a climactic battle started, and similarly, she was able to release her muscles. Even over the sound of the fight scene before her, she could hear the hiss of the hot jet of urine flowing out of her, uninhibited. The seat got warmer, hotter, wetter. It started pouring down her legs, criss-crossing all around and down to pool under her feet. She could hear the splatter of the pee dripping from her legs to the hard floor beneath her, and she felt the pool of liquid grow. Her hand instinctively went to her crotch as her head tipped back and her eyes closed, mouth half-open in a silent moan, when she caught herself. Not here, she thought. She squeezes herself gently, fighting against her temptations to do more, and she was still peeing through her jeans, as well as the seat by this point. A couple seconds later, the flow stopped and the dripping slowed. She opened her eyes and snapped back to her surroundings, suddenly terrified. How loud was that? How obvious was I? Oh god oh god oh god… She was looking all around, and her heart skipped a beat when she caught someone looking her direction. She stared at them, panicking, but… no, they weren’t looking at her. Just to the side. They turned back to the screen and she let out a shaky breath. Then a shaky smile. I did it. She was still ecstatic from the experience. --- Quietly, she grabbed her things and shifted over a seat. She decided to place the empty cup on its side in the middle of the cushion, too, for a couple reasons. People wouldn’t immediately assume someone wet themselves here, and the cup would be a signal for something that needs to be cleaned up. She felt guilty about the work she just created for someone else, especially since she genuinely didn’t think about it before this. If only for that reason, she probably wouldn’t do this again, but she still considered it a great experience- Even if the guilt did sit at the back of her mind for a couple of days. She finished her Skittles without a drink, finished the movie (Which she wasn’t really following anyway), and got up to leave. Her legs were still pretty damp, but it didn’t show much, so she decided to keep her hoodie on. As the small group of them filtered out of the theater, a couple of them cast glances at her, but definitely no concrete accusations. Still, she felt herself blush a bit with each one, looked down, and hurried out to her car. The drive home was uneventful, and it was just starting to get dark. Well, she thought. That was something new. She laughed awkwardly, alone in her car.
Chapter 2: As he negotiated his way past the kitchen, his mother leant over and kissed him lightly on the forehead before he could squirm away, then laughed at his embarrassed reaction. "Don't pull faces. You're never too old for a kiss from your mum" she mock scolded him. Daniel just smiled, and sat at the table, feeling the wet diaper squish under his bottom. He was used to being wet in the mornings, and it never used to bother him, but as he was getting older, he'd really hoped it would be over with by now. But not only was he still wetting the bed nearly every night, he was wetting heavier, and there was the day time dramas as well.... "How did you go last night darling?" His mother enquired. "Is the bed okay?" He didn't look up, but mumbled into his cereal "The beds still dry, but I need a shower." Sue, his mother just smiled kindly before saying "It's okay sweetie, keep your chin up. We'll get through this. Remember we're going to the new clinic tomorrow. Perhaps this Doctor Singh will have some answers. I meant to tell you last night but I forgot, I rang them yesterday and they have your files and x-rays. We will get some answers!" "I know mum. But......it's just, I dunno. The bed wetting is bad enough, but not being able to, you know, like hold on enough during the day as well, it's, well, fucking stressful. "Language Daniel!" She raised her voice. "I will not let you use vulgar language at this table. You're not playing around with your mates now you know!" "I don't have any mates mum" came the heated reply, as his eyes started to glisten with unshed tears. "Nobody is gonna want to be mates with a 14 year old who wets himself like a freaking baby!" His mothers voice softened. "Oh sweetheart. Don't stress. We'll get to the bottom of this together. It's pointless worrying about something we know nothing about. I know it's pointless saying don't worry, but what else can you do? Look at the bright side. You're in a new school, nobody knows about your little secret, and you're a great kid. You'll make friends alright. Just be yourself and let people in. Give 'em a chance. If you don't try, you can't expect others to try for you. Now get upstairs, have a shower and get ready. I need to leave by ten to eight." Sighing, and aware he was sighing a lot lately, he got up and gave his mother a quick hug. He was also aware that the mild need to pee he had felt when waking up had now intensified, and was now suddenly strong. This had been happening a lot lately. A normal, mild urge to pass water would suddenly become intense, and if he didn't go to the bathroom right away, there wasn't any guarantee that he wouldn't have a slight, or even larger leak. He hurried up the stairs and quickly entered his room. He had his own adjoining bathroom, so it did make changing or cleaning up a lot easier. He quickly went into the bathroom, where he hurriedly pulled his plaid pyjamas pants off, leaving him in just a white t-shirt, a saggy pull up, and white ankle socks. He used one foot to hook the back of the other sock to pull it off, while he reached for the side of the pull up with his hands. As he pulled one sock off with his foot, he stumbled a bit. As he placed his foot down for balance, he felt his bladder let go. He stood stock still as a squirt escaped, then another one, followed by a trickle. He felt the already wet pull up swell and sag even more, and droop down between his legs. A trickle of warm pee found its way out, and ran down his leg onto his foot. "Of course it would be the foot with the sock on it" he thought, as he found himself sighing again. He turned towards the shower, pulled the pull up down at the front, and emptied his bladder into the shower. After turning the water on, he padded pants-less back into his room where he retrieved his dummy from the drawer. He took it into the shower with him, where he spent a minute or so just laying his forehead against the cool tiles with his eyes closed, as he let the water run over him while he sucked on his pacifier. The pacifier was his secret. No one knew about it. He had found two of them in his old baby stuff a year ago when they had been cleaning out some old junk. This was just after the daytime accidents had started, and for some reason he had pocketed them and kept them in his room. Over the last year, he had worn one out, but still had this one. If asked, Daniel could not have explained why he liked it. He didn't want to be a baby, being a baby held no interest for him, but having said that he did wear a nappy or pull up to bed, and was now starting to wear them during the day as well. But he didn't think it was connected though. There was just something nice and relaxing about sucking on a pacifier, and he needed to relax after he lost control of his bladder like just now. He straightened up. Time to face the day. He quickly washed himself thoroughly including his hair. He forced every last drop of pee out of him that he could, then stepped out and started to dry off. He glanced into the mirror, and was startled to see his reflection staring back at him with a dummy in its mouth. He had actually forgotten he was sucking on it. "My God" he thought, "I'm going to have to be careful with that." Back in his room once more, the paci stashed away, he got dressed into his school uniform. Grey shorts, knee length grey socks, light blue collared shirt, black leather shoes and a grey striped tie. He stuffed 2 pull-ups into an internal zippered pouch in his backpack, and added his sports clothes, a white t-shirt and black shorts, with short socks and sneakers. He had been wearing a pull up under his boxer shorts most days, but sport was the first period, and he'd have to get changed in front of the other boys. It was easier to slip on his protection afterwards. He went and tried to pee again, and forced a dribble out. Sighing once more, he put his books into his bag, and headed out just as his mum started calling to him.
Chapter 3: Daniel, his mother Sue, and his father Peter, lived in Perth, the capital of Western Australia, in one of the nicer, more affluent suburbs. Peter earned good money working as the head of an electrical team on various mine sites. The pay was excellent, but he was usually working a 2-and-6 roster, meaning he'd be away up north for 6 weeks at a time, then home for 2. Sue worked as a paralegal for a large firm, but only on a part time basis. The pay was good, and she was mostly able to be home by dinner time, and got to drop Daniel at school on the way to work. Because of their combined earnings, they were somewhat well off, although not exactly wealthy. Daniel had attended private school all his life. From prep to grade 6 he was a happy and outgoing kid. The sort of boy who made friends easily and fitted in easily. He had reasonably good coordination as a kid, and played both cricket and soccer for his school. While never a star athlete, he enjoyed sports but still kept up his grades as well. The only dark side he had, was his secret. He was a bed wetter. As a small child he had been late to toilet train, and was still wearing nappies during the day until he was about four and a half. But just as Sue was starting to despair with him, something clicked, and he got the idea of using the toilet worked out. Except for night times. He continued to wet the bed nearly every night, regardless of what they tried. At first, it was assumed he was just a bit slow with it, like he had been about his daytime training. Sue and Pete tried various things to combat it. No drinks before bed, bed wetting alarms, waking Dan during the night to go, as well as more than a few doctors visits. But nothing could be found wrong, nor how to fix it. Everyone just assumed (and hoped) that he would eventually grow out of it. As he was growing up, he did wet his pants a few times while he was younger, but not anymore than a lot of kids do. These rare daytime mishaps seemed to just peter out by the time he had turned 9. This was taken as a great sign that as he was getting older, he was gaining more control, and it made sense that the night time accidents should follow suit and stop as well. But they didn't. Poor Daniel continued to wet himself nearly every night. Occasionally, he would go 3, maybe 4 nights dry, and would really start to believe that it was nearly over, but inevitably he would wake up wet again. His best stretch was 6 days, just after his twelfth birthday. He convinced his mum that he no longer needed to wear protection to bed, but of course ended up saturated. He had cried for an hour that day, completely inconsolable about it. After that, he was betting on puberty to be his saviour. He took a particular interest in his sex-ed and human development classes, and researched it himself. He had been convinced that when the great God of Puberty bestowed him with blessings, his night time dramas would end. It would open up a whole new world of sleep overs and camping trips with friends. He could stay at his nans house or his cousins without sneaking in his diapers, not that they didn't know about them anyway. From his twelfth birthday onwards he was waiting with anticipation of puberty. He spent ages looking in the mirror, searching for the first sign of facial hair. He'd surreptitiously compare himself to his classmates at school, checking out who had hairier legs or arms, or a deeper voice. When his gym class went swimming, he would keenly check out his friends as they changed, and was both heartened and disappointed at what he saw. Mostly, they were all the same. Sure, a couple of the bigger kids were getting pubes, but his friends were still well and truly built like children. And of course they were still children. But when you have your whole future being built around your upcoming physical maturity, patience is hard to muster. Then, one Saturday not long after his thirteenth birthday, during his first year of high school, he had been goofing off with a bunch of his friends at the local skatepark. They were riding their BMXs around the bowl, when suddenly he was aware of an acute need to pee, a need that he hadn't been aware of only a moment beforehand. The skatepark was in an open grass area, with busy footpaths linking the major roads that surrounded it. There were no toilets, not even a bush or tree to sneak behind. As he sat on his bike, he suddenly felt a spasm. He quickly but nonchalantly put his hand on the front of his red cotton board shorts and gave a squeeze and a tug, like he was adjusting them. He felt his bladder twitch again, even more violently, and felt a sudden warmth. Thankfully, his friends were riding the bowl, so they didn't see him reach down and clamp his hand over a wet patch on his shorts. In sudden terror, he realised that he was about to wet his pants! He yelled out to his friends that his mother had texted him to leave now, and he swung the bike around and took off, standing up on the pedals for extra speed. He didn't make it out of the park before he lost control and wet his pants completely, feeling the pee run out of his shorts as he frantically pedalled away from his friends. When he was a safe distance away, he sat back down so nobody could clearly see him, but he continued peeing as he rode. He was in tears by the time he rode up his driveway. He rode around to the backyard, hoping to sneak inside without being seen. But as luck would have it, both his parents were sitting outside having a glass of wine and smoking. Hearing the gate close, they looked up to see their teenage son walking his bike around the house with his legs apart, wearing obviously peed in shorts, while crying uncontrollably. After a momentary panic, thinking he must be hurt or sick, they ascertained he had just had an accident, and managed to calm him down. Daniel was sent up to shower, and after he got out he walked into his room to dry off and get dressed. He had recently found the 2 pacifiers during a clean out. He didn't quite know why he had kept them, but he had. He had learned that when he was feeling really stressed out, or really grumpy or angry, he could pop one in his mouth for a few minutes and it would calm him. He really hoped this wasn't a sign he was going to be a smoker like his parents. He hated smoking, but was also curious about it. One part of him was interested to try it, the other part was disgusted with the thought. But even though he was still concerned about this sudden dummy-sucking habit, he had to admit that it made him feel better. He just hoped nobody would ever see him. He then realised that he'd never seen himself sucking on the pacifier either, and wondered exactly how stupid he looked. "Might as well look. I'm nothing but a big pants wetting baby anyway" he thought to himself. "Babies wet their pants, wear pull ups to bed and suck on dummies. That's no different to me. It'll all change when I hit puberty though!" He turned his naked body towards the mirror. He noticed how red and swollen his eyes were from crying. (Like a big baby!) He looked at the green dummy stuck in his mouth. (Big baby!) Then he stood back and looked at his full reflection, and noticed something for the first time. Pubic hair. Puberty had started. And he had just wet his pants during the day.
Chapter 4: Sue and Daniel negotiated the early traffic to school in her VW Golf. They lived not far away, and arrived at 8:15, a good half hour before classes started. Dan liked his mum dropping him off early, particularly these days. It gave him a chance to go to the bathroom before class started. He had been attending this school for only a few weeks, since the start of the last term. In year 8 now, the second year of high school, he just wanted to fit in and make new friends. He had cruised through primary school. He was popular, had lots of friends, no real enemies, and had done well with his schoolwork and with sports. He had wet his pants twice, but once was in grade one which was embarrassing but not the end of the world, and the other time in grade 4, aged 10. This was before his current problems started, and was simply the result of trying to hold on for too long. He was playing soccer during the whole lunch break, and hadn't peed all day. He meant to go before class went back, but delayed it until the bell went. During the second period after lunch, he realised that his need was dire, and asked for permission to go. The teacher at the time, a nice older lady called Mrs. Perkins had originally asked him if he could hold on for another 20 minutes until class ended. He had agreed at first, but then, not 10 minutes later, he new he couldn't hold on. He had asked again, and Mrs Perkins had allowed him to go. He had nearly made it. He entered the boys room but struggled with his zipper a bit, and losing control and wetting himself a bit as he stood in front of the urinal. Thankfully no one had seen him. He went to the office and the lady there called his mother, and let him sit in the sick bay. His mother arrived shortly afterward, and took him home, so only the office lady had seen him. She told Mrs Perkins that he had taken ill, and although she may have worked out what had really happened, nothing more was ever said. But in his first year of high school, grade 7, at 13 years of age, he had wet himself twice, both times with witnesses. Another accident toward the end of the first term of year 8 had sealed his fate. He was now a social pariah. Even his old friends from primary school didn't want to be seen with him. He was bullied, got picked on and pushed around, and was made fun of constantly. He started to just draw back into himself. He didn't try to talk to anyone, he gave up playing non essential sport activities, and spent most lunch times in the library. His school work suffered, and by the end of the term his parents had had enough. He was removed from that school, and enrolled at his new one, combined with a plan of combating further accidents. He would make a conscious effort to use the bathroom regularly, whether he felt the need or not. He would wear a pull up to school, disguised under boxer shorts, and had a couple of snap crotch onesies he could wear that would cover his nappy, keep it firmly in place, but look like a standard white t-shirt otherwise. The onesie worked well, but it meant he needed to use a cubicle when he went to the toilet, and on days like today, when he had gym class to start, it was totally impractical. His teachers had also been informed of his ongoing problem, much to his dismay, but had been told to allow him extra slack if he needed to go. He also kept a change of pants hidden in another inner zipped area in his backpack. Basically, everything possible was being done to allow him a smooth transition into his new school, so he could make a fresh start. So as soon as Sue pulled up in the car park, Dan jumped out before she could demand a kiss. "Bye mum" he said, and she reminded him he had to catch the bus home as she was working late and couldn't collect him. She drove off, and even though he didn't feel the slightest need to go, young Daniel headed to the boys room. Once there, he enjoyed the feeling of standing at the urinal, unzipping his pants, pulling his regular boxer shorts open and peeing normally, not having to hide in a stall and quietly pull down his pull up. Upon leaving, he bumped into Ali and Scott, 2 boys from his class that he had started to become friendly with. They weren't close mates yet, but they didn't know about his "issues", and had been friendly and approachable to him so far. They spent the remaining time before the bell talking about stuff that most adolescent boys do. Sport, girls, music, girls, cars, school, girls, parents, siblings and girls. As they talked, they made their way to their home room, where an attendance roll call would be taken before they headed to the gym. After roll call, the boys, (it was an all boys school) headed to the change rooms to change into their sports clothes. There was an attached toilet, so Daniel took the opportunity to pee again. Even though there wasn't much, it was better safe than sorry. This was the sad thing about what was happening to him. He didn't wet himself a lot. In fact, apart from the 3 incidents at school over the last year, and not counting his night time wettings, he had only had 2 other daytime accident. But 5 times in a year was enough to scar him emotionally, and the threat of perhaps disgracing himself in public was almost at the forefront of his adolescent mind. Nothing could be worse for a 14 year old than to wet themselves in public, and the threat of it constantly haunted him. He guessed that the stress it was causing him was one of the reasons why he found himself sucking on a pacifier at home. It was one "naughty" thing he could do to take away from the stress of the other bad thing he didn't want to do. At least he could control his pacifier use. He was in charge. It was somehow wrong, and babyish, and naughty, just like wetting his pants. But at least he was in charge of his dummy, and it wasn't just going to pop into his mouth in public where he couldn't control it. As the boys started getting changed, Daniel found he wasn't interested in comparing his body against the others anymore. Now that puberty had hit, and things had gotten worse if anything, what did it matter anymore. He had always thought that the bed wetting was the worst of all, and physically maturing would put a stop to it. Now he was definitely starting to turn into a man, but he was still wetting the bed, and now occasionally his pants. If anything, puberty had made things worse. His thoughts were interrupted by the teacher, who the boys called Coach, hurrying them up to get their butts outside and start running. Dodgeball was the game today, and he wanted to get started. After gym class, the boys got changed again. Daniel made sure he was one of the last to leave, then suddenly stopped and asked the Coach if he could go to the toilet before they left. Coach, knowing what he needed, agreed, but told him to "hurry his arse up." Dan quickly slipped into one of the cubicles, where he removed his shorts and boxers, peed again, then slipped a pull up on before putting his pants back on. Properly protected, he steeled himself to face the day. The rest of the day went smoothly. Daniel visited the boys room at recess, lunch and afternoon recess, but didn't experience any urgency. He normally didn't. Most times he would feel a regular need to empty his bladder, and could wait a while with no problems. It's just those times when there was a problem..... Well, if he had his way then it wouldn't happen while at school. RRRIIINNNNGG. The 3:00 o'clock bell rang out stridently. Boys everywhere stopped what they were doing, and started to pack up. Daniels teacher held them back briefly to finish explaining his last point, then let them loose. Dan had multiple buses he could catch, the first at 3:10. Another would leave at 3:20, and the last one at 3:30. All went to different final destinations, but also bypassed close to his street. The first one was the best option though, it stopped nearly at his corner, leaving only a 3 minute walk. The next two stopped a few blocks away before turning off, not a big deal, but a good 15 minute walk. Being a bit late leaving, he started to hurry towards the bus stop, only to be halted by his friend Ali. Ali was catching the 3:20, and wanted Dan to ride it with him. After being so badly shunned at his old school, the fact that someone actually WANTED to be with him was quite emotional. While he didn't cry about it, he did feel a strange hitching motion in his chest for a moment. He was starting to make friends again! He would of just about freaking walked home with Ali if Ali had of asked him to! He briefly considered going to the toilet first, but they were back inside the school, his need wasn't great, and the bus stop was tight there. He checked his phone, 3:11, 9 minutes to go. He had time if he wanted to, but his new friend was chatting away madly, and introducing him to some other kids. In the finish, Daniel decided to just hold on until he got home. They boarded the bus and took a seat near the back, surrounded by all these new kids he had just been introduced too. They mostly seemed cool, and after being abandoned by all his long time childhood friends recently, he was like a friendship sponge. Today was Friday, so the weekend loomed large. A sleepover was being mentioned, but of course He swiftly avoided that. Other ideas were being thrown around, but Dan knew he had plans already for at least part of Saturday. A specialist in childhood incontinence was going to be stationed for a few weeks at the children's hospital. He was taking referrals and appointments from the General Practitioners, and holding a couple of clinics as well. Sue had gotten an appointment, and Dr Singh had already ordered an x-ray of Dans abdomen done, and had received his medical files. Both Sue and Dan were hopeful that he could provide some answers. So Dan begged off Saturday plans, but agreed to try and catch up with his new friends on Sunday if possible, exchanging phone numbers as they went. It was then that Dan looked up, and realised 2 things. His stop was fast approaching, and he needed to pee quite badly. He had no drama holding on for the last couple of stops. Within 3 minutes of noticing his need, he had disembarked. But the walk home remained. He headed off, shouldering his backpack as he went. There was a gas station he would pass, but he was determined to hold on until he got home. It was now a matter of honour. He was 14, making a new start with new friends. He would NOT be a slave to his bladder anymore. For Christs sake, he was peeing 5 times a day at school alone. He had only gone a couple of hours ago, and had been limiting his fluid intake. He was also wearing a goddamn pull up, so if the worst happened he would be protected anyway. He walked past the station, and felt that familiar twinge in his groin. He was close to leaking, but also close to home. He knew nobody was home, his dad was away and mum working late, hence him catching the bus. Even if he DID wet himself, no one would know. Another twinge. He gave himself a little squeeze through his shorts. He would not potty dance. If he wet his diaper then so be it, but he would not squirm around like a damn child. He walked up his driveway still dry, and admittedly a bit surprised by that fact. He fished his key out, and opened the door, locking it behind him. Dropping his bag on the table, and kicking his shoes off in the hall cupboard, he padded upstairs in his stockinged feet. By this stage, he really couldn't ever remember needing to go so badly. He was sure that the last few times that he'd wet himself he hadn't needed to go this badly. But he persisted. He removed his shirt, tie and t-shirt. He pulled his shorts down. Suddenly a large wave of pure desperation hit him, and he pushed his hands tightly into his pull up and bent over, drawing in a gasping breath. He sat on the side of his bed, and pulled his long socks off, then opened his drawer and found his pacifier. Reaching under his bed, he removed a thick towel, one of a couple kept there for obvious reasons. He folded it in half twice, then hobbled over to his mirror, somehow walking whilst bent over and his thighs pressed together. There, he laid the folded towel out and stood on it. He looked into the mirror, placed the blue pacifier into his mouth, and mumbled "I'm in control here" The words were no sooner uttered before he gasped, and completely lost all semblance of control. He peed like a fire hose, forcefully and strong. The adolescent pull up he was wearing was not designed for a wetting like this. It was quickly overwhelmed, and sprung leaks from both leg guards, the waist band, and even through the cover itself. Daniel simply stared at his reflection in the mirror, watching himself sucking on his pacifier, whilst hot urine flowed out of the soaked nappy he was wearing, running down both legs in torrents, over his bare feet, soaking the pink towel he stood on and turning it red. But he was smiling though. Again he muttered, "Fuck you. I'm in control" Edited March 25, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 5: Dan woke up early. He glanced at his clock, and saw it had only just turned 6:00 am. He let out a groan. It was Saturday! He could sleep in for a while longer, but had woken up even earlier than usual. He felt a twinge in his bladder, and realised 2 things. First, he was absolutely busting to pee, but secondly, and more importantly, he was still dry! He wasted no time at all in throwing back the covers and quickly making his way to his bathroom. He quickly pulled his pyjamas down, then his pull up, and swung around to sit on the toilet seat. Being a boy, he normally stood up to pee, but the combination of drowsiness and disorientation from waking up early, combined with a massive need to pee urgently prompted him to take the safe option. He also wanted to examine his pull up. As soon as he sat down, his pent up overnight urine poured out of him, but safely into the toilet instead of his pants for a change. He reached down and started running his hand all over the inside of his pull up. He wore pull ups that were marketed towards kids with bed wetting issues. The package said ages 8-15, up to 60 kgs. He hadn't weighed himself for awhile, but figured he was obviously getting toward the end of the scale when it came to fitting into them. He carefully explored the entire padded area of his diaper. No doubt about it, he was dry. He breathed a sigh as his stream tapered off in the bowl. He loved waking up dry, but it was happening less and less lately. This was only the 3rd time in the last 2 weeks it had happened. Before he turned 12, he would probably wet the bed perhaps 3-4 times a week, but for the last couple of years it was virtually every night. Plus he was wetting heavier as well. Beforehand he might only leak a bit before he woke up, but now he was flooding himself a lot more, and these pull ups just couldn't cope with that. He'd noticed that when wearing during the day as well. If he lost a little bit of pee while running around, or had a bit of a leak in the way to the toilet they were fine, but they just couldn't handle a full on flood, like he did after school yesterday while sucking his pacifier. When his mother had first come up with the plan for him to wear to school, she had insisted that he "practice" with them first at home. "Your night pants are designed for sleep accidents while laying down honey" she had explained, "If your going to need to rely on them while your running around at school, we need to make sure they can cope with it." "What if they can't mum? I mean, they leak at nighttime sometimes, what do f they don't work?" "If they're not good enough, we might have to upgrade you to adult diapers," Sue had explained. Dan was taken aback with this, "ADULT diapers?" "Yes Dan. They make diapers and incontinence pants to suit everyone. The grown up ones will be bigger and thicker though, and not as easy to hide under your clothes. The way your pull ups have been leaking at night though is making me consider getting you some to wear to bed at least." He had been a bit taken aback by this. While he hated being a bed wetter, he accepted it as something he couldn't help. That was embarrassing enough, but it was even worse when he sprung a leak. If he could just remove his pull up in the morning and not mention it, he could almost ignore it, but when he leaked and had to wash his sheets and clothes it just made the whole thing seem even worse. They had discussed the option of trying thicker night time protection, and his mum said she would get him some, but insisted that he try deliberately using his pull ups a few times while standing up in the privacy of his own bathroom as well, just to test them. This conversation had taken place a few weeks prior, during the school holidays before he had started at his new school. It was without a doubt one of the most embarrassing conversations that Dan had had in his young life. Not only were they discussing the fact that he was wetting the bed (like a baby) so badly that he needed special nappies, but his mother had actually told him that she wanted him to deliberately wet himself to test out his pull ups! But the sad part of it is, he saw the logic behind her request. At that stage Dan hadn't been wearing any daytime protection at all, but as a result he was now starting at a new school trying to make a fresh start after being publicly shamed a few times. He had realised that a fresh start was useless if he wet his pants at school again, so he grudgingly accepted the fact he would be wearing a pull up to school, at least until they could get some answers as to why this was happening. So over the 2 week break, he had started "practicing" wearing his pull ups during the day under his clothes. He had been pleasantly surprised at how inconspicuous they had been. If he wore them low on his waist, wore his boxers and pants pulled up, you really couldn't notice at all. During this time he had acquiesced to his mothers request, and occasionally wandered of into the bathroom where he would deliberately wet himself to test how well they stood up. He peed while seated, walking and riding his bike, and soon figured out that they could hold a small accident quite fine, but heaven help him if he had a major blowout. But not wanting to wear anything thicker or more noticeable at school, they had come up with the plan of using the bathroom as much as possible to prevent a big accident, and relying on his pull up to safely contain any small leaks. He washed his hands and returned to bed. He could still get a bit more sleep before he had to get up. Today was was the day they were going to see Dr Singh at the hospital, and hopefully start getting some answers. He laid back down, found his pacifier, popped it in his mouth and closed his eyes. There was no doubt about it. The pacifier really took the edge off his nerves. In no time at all, his eyes drooped shut, and he dozed off again. BANG BANG BANG! He opened his eyes. "Daniel! Time to get up mate. I'm making pancakes! Get your butt downstairs!" "Coming mum!" He tried to yell, but it sounded somewhat garbled. With a start, he opened his eyes, and realised that his dummy was still in his mouth. He quickly ripped it out and dropped it in the floor, over the side of the bed away from the door. Just in time too. The door cracked open and Sue stuck her head in. "What was that sweetie, I couldn't hear you?" "Sorry mum. I'll be right there." "Need a shower first?" She enquired. "Nope. I'm dry today!" He exclaimed happily. "At least I was a while ago. I woke up at 6 and made it in time." He wiggled his bum a bit and proudly said, "And I still am!" "That's great honey. It could be a good sign. You wake up dry on the day we're seeing the doctor. Could be a good omen...." With that she closed the door and headed back downstairs. Sue was always careful to be happy and acknowledge when her son had a good night, but to never praise him or use terms like "good boy." She had explained to him that he couldn't help his night wetting, and he wasn't a bad or naughty kid because of it. If he had a dry night, it didn't make him "good," but it was instead just a good thing. Dan got up and firstly removed his pants and nappy. He checked it again, and it was still dry. He pulled his pyjama pants back on, and folded up the dry pull up. He would wear it again later. He went to put it into his bottom drawer where he hid his supplies, and trod on something squishy with his bare foot. Surprised, he stepped back, and found his dummy on the floor. A moment of panic washed over him as he picked it up. He examined it, but it wasn't broken. He breathed a sigh of relief. He took it to the bathroom and washed it, then gave it a couple of quick test sucks as he headed back to his bed. He stashed the good pull up away, and noticed he was nearly out. There was only that one, plus 2 more left. He needed to tell his mum that he was running low. It was the weekend, he had woken up dry, he thought he may have broken his paci but he hadn't, he finally had his appointment with the incontinence doctor whom he hoped would provide answers, and there were pancakes waiting downstairs. Life was good. At least for now.
Chapter 6: After breakfast, Daniel headed for a shower. After he had finished, he dried off, then stood in front of his mirror for some all important adolescent critical analysis. He stared hard at the boy looking back out at him. He was around 5 foot tall, average build, not skinny at all, and in fact he carried a bit of puppy fat around his middle. His brown hair was worn a bit longer than the normal look at the back, something his mother often jokingly nagged him about, telling him he should get a hair cut. But he liked his hair long. He parted it in the middle and swept it back, hoping it would eventually get long enough to tie back. He secretly liked dread locks, but knew his mum would throw a fit if he said so. He stared into his brown eyes, worried about the size and shape of his nose, and closely examined his top lip for any sign of hair. Nope. None there yet. He checked his armpits, and was pleased to see a few hairs struggling to make themselves known. He stepped back and examined his body. Yeah, he had put on weight. Since he'd stopped playing sport, he had gotten a bit heavier. His gaze kept moving down. His boyhood was slowly getting bigger, and he had a little patch of hair that was getting thicker. He looked at his legs. No real hair on them yet. He decided he really was halfway. Physically, he wasn't quite a child, but he was still a long way from being an adult. He didn't suffer from the normal teenage angst about his looks. He thought he was at least average in appearance, and if he could start getting active again and lose his slightly chubby tummy, he would eventually scrub up alright. Inspection completed, he got dressed. One of the great things about being a boy, is the fact that choosing what to wear is easy. He pulled out some baggy basketball style shorts, a Nike polo shirt, brief style undies, and flip flops. The only thing that caused contemplating was the underpants. He had always worn briefs, ever since he was little. But since he had started wearing a pull up to school, he had switched to boxers for their superior coverage. Because he wasn't wearing a pull up at home during the day, he decided on briefs. After dressing, he spent some time surfing the net, bringing up random stuff, not really doing anything but killing time. Of course by now he had searched all about incontinence, nappies both adult and otherwise, and had learned about all he wanted to know. He was by now quite aware that it was a sexual kink amongst some adults, but he really didn't want to consider that. Too weird. Soon enough his mum was knocking on his door. That was a good thing she did. She never just barged in, but always knocked first. He kinda knew that she was perhaps concerned about walking in on him "doing stuff," but he really hadn't done a lot of "stuff" yet. Of course he was starting to explore his body a bit, but he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. He had spent his entire school career going to all boys schools, and didn't really know a lot of girls. He knew he liked girls, but even his fantasies were limited. He sometimes fantasised about famous women, and he did get aroused, but he just didn't know what he should be thinking about. Of course he knew about how sex was supposed to work, but he also knew technically how to drive a car, but hadn't done that either. He was pretty sure he was having wet dreams sometimes, but it was a bit hard to tell when you were waking up in a piss soaked nappy anyway. A few vague dream memories occasionally stuck. Kissing girls, having them expose their breasts to him, then touching him....and that's when he thought he may have sometimes made a different wetness in his pull up, but he wasn't sure. When he had tried to make something happen while awake, and usually laying in bed at night, he had felt himself get hard quite often, but when he had to slip his hand inside his nappy, he had just lost the mood. He didn't think that anyone wearing a nappy could ever be considered attractive. "Are you ready Danny?" She asked. "We better go. Go to the toilet and make sure your special pants are on properly." "I'm not wearing any mum. You know I don't need 'em at home." Sue sighed, and Daniel realised how much they sounded alike when they sighed. "We're not staying home mate. We could be gone for a while, and who knows where and when you'll be able to get to a toilet. Better put one on just to be safe, 'eh?" "I suppose so" he mumbled. "But I'm nearly out as well. Only got a few left." "Ok then. No problem. I'll pick up some more later today. I might get you the thicker adult ones to try at nighttime." She saw the look on his face, and before he could protest, she added "I'll make sure I get normal pull ups for school as well, okay? Now hurry up and get ready." After Sue left, Dan re-dressed himself again, this time with the pull up on, he peed in the toilet again, and headed downstairs to face the biggest appointment of his life, one that would hopefully yield some answers. Patience young Grasshopper. I thought she was going to show up then, but as I'm just free styling this and making it up on the fly, I was apparently wrong. I have a feeling the next chapter might prove fruitful. It's kinda fun writing like this. I have a basic idea of the plot, but no real structure or notes. I'm just writing it as it comes.
Chapter 7: Sue and Dan arrived at the Children's Hospital. His appointment was for 10:30, but they had been told to arrive at least 15 minutes early, but also warned that it could be running late. It was Autumn in Perth, but still quite warm. The sun was out, and it was a comfortable 23 degrees. They collected their parking slip, and made their way to the clinic on the 3rd floor. The waiting room was busy. There were at least 15 kids, all with at least one parent or caretaker with them. Dan surreptitiously looked around. There were a couple of older teens in wheelchairs, at least one girl who appeared to have Cerebral Palsy or something like it, with leg braces and crutches, but the vast majority of the kids were much younger, mostly 10 or under. He looked around and tried to spot who might have been wearing a diaper, but apart from one boy of about 8 who had plastic pants sticking out the back of his shorts, and who was obviously suffering from some reasonably severe disability, he couldn't tell. He sighed. He wasn't really surprised. No matter what his parents had told him to cheer him up, he always figured he was really different because of his problem. Here was proof. The room was only full of either little kids or kids with special needs. He really was a special case. After checking in, they took a seat. His mum leaned over and whispered that the appointments were running about 20 minutes late, putting their appointment back to at least 10:50. It was only 10:15 now, so they had to wait a while. Daniel pulled his older model iPhone 4 out. He had wanted a 6S for a while, but his mother said he'd have to make do with the 4, his dad's old phone, at least until his birthday. He had broken his last phone, so his mum refused to buy him a brand new one yet. He got a coke from the machine, and logged onto Facebook. He didn't have a lot of friends. After the bullying had gotten out of hand at his last school, the cyber bullying had started as well. He had ended up deleting his account and starting again. Now his friends list contained mostly family, with only a couple of his old contacts. He drank his coke, and browsed through the posts. He wasn't a big fan of Facebook after the bullying, so he didn't check it often. As a result, there was lots of new stuff for him to check. Because of his situation, he was now used to always knowing where the closest toilets were. He had paid attention as they entered, and noticed that they were down a short side corridor just outside the waiting room. It made sense that there would be toilets close to the incontinence clinic after all. The coke was working through him, and he was starting to feel the first hint of needing to go. Not long ago he would have ignored it, but he had learned the hard way that he didn't have the luxury anymore. He checked the time, 10:47. His appointment could be called at any moment. Now he had never been pee-shy. He had no problems with using a public toilet as a rule. But the fact that he was sitting in the waiting room of a children's incontinence clinic, wearing a pull up, surrounded by other kids who obviously had issues with wetting or soiling themselves made him feel self conscious. He wriggled a bit in his seat, and felt his urgency kick up a notch. Probably just nerves he thought. But now he had a dilemma. He was quickly building up an urgent need to pee, his appointment could get called in at any moment, but if he got up and left everyone in the room would be looking at him and probably be wondering if he'd peed himself. He felt a twitch. He had nearly leaked. He squirmed in his seat again. Sue leaned over and whispered "Are you alright Danny? Do you need to go?" He sheepishly nodded. "We'll just go sweetheart. The loos are just out there. Just be quick okay?" Emboldened, Daniel stood up. As he did, he felt a drop of urine escape. Not much, and nothing that his nappy couldn't easily handle, but worrying nonetheless. He ignored it, refusing to squeeze himself like a little kid or show any outward signs of urgency. He unhurriedly walked the length of the room and headed towards the men's room. He felt a moment of panic when he saw the cleaners cart outside, but then the cleaner walked out, removed the closed sign, and started pushing her cart away. A feeling of relief washed over him. He entered the bathroom, knowing it would be empty. He felt his bladder twitch again, and this time a small leak escaped. He lost all thoughts about playing it cool. He clamped his hand over his crotch, and ran into the closest stall. He took a deep breath, composed himself, got himself under control, and managed to get his shorts and pull up down before he sat on the toilet. For the second time that day, he found himself sitting in the toilet and running his hand through his nappy. This time though, it was a bit wet. It wasn't too bad though, he'd just leaked a bit, and it had done its job. He knew it was still ok to keep wearing, so after he finished, he pulled it back up, plus the boxers he'd changed into, then his shorts. He then left the stall, washed his hands, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. His heart was pounding, he felt sweaty, but outwardly looked calm. He had just had a very close call, and knew it. He exited the men's room, and turned towards the waiting room at the end of the passage. But suddenly, a figure appeared walking towards him. As it approached, he could see it was the figure of a girl, probably around his age. She was a bit shorter than him, had long dirty blonde hair with faded blue streaks randomly placed. She was basically slim, but had wide hips. She was wearing a mid thigh length denim skirt, a black Ed Sheerhan t-shirt, that accentuated the fact that her breasts were quite large for a young girl, knee length black and white striped socks, a pair of dirty white Converse, and was carrying a large denim shoulder bag. As she got closer, he noticed the black eye liner on her lower lids, the stud in her nose, the multiple piercings in her ears, and the dark red lip gloss. It was an interesting combination. Not really goth, not preppy, not punk, not metal, but somehow a bit of all of it. As she approached, she glanced up from her phone and saw Daniel standing there staring at her. She smiled openly at him, somehow mischievous, sexy and innocent all at once. She said "Hi", as she passed, and disappeared into the ladies room. Dan just stood there for a moment. He had butterflies in his tummy. He was aware that he felt something stirring inside his slightly damp pull up. He felt a bit confused and light headed. Everyone has heard of "Love At First Sight," and he certainly wouldn't go that far, but he knew one thing for sure, he had never in his life felt such an unexplainable instant attraction for a female of any age. The feeling of his hardness pushing against the wet lining of his nappy quickly bought him back to earth. Regardless of anything else, there was no way in hell any girl, particularly a hot chick like her would do anything but laugh at a 14 year old nappy wetting baby like him. He sighed, and disconsolately went back to the waiting room. Once there, he was surprised to see his mother and another lady alternately laughing, smiling, crying and hugging each other. He tried to put the image of the semi-goth Goddess out of his mind. His mother called him over and introduced him. "Daniel, this is my oldest and dearest friend Sonia! We went all the way through school together, worked together for years, and heavens, I was even her maid of honour! We haven't seen each other since I left work too have you! After I left, Sonia got promoted to New Zealand and we lost touch. Oh my god! I don't believe it!" Turning to Sonia she said almost tearfully, "We moved house after Danny was born, our number changed, and after I tried to contact you in New Zealand you had left the office. I've looked for you on Facebook often, but never found you!" Sonia had tears in her eyes as well. "You left work when you were only about 4 months pregnant didn't you?" Sue nodded. "I went to manage the NZ office, but didn't know I was pregnant at the time! I was only there a month when I started getting morning sickness, so left not long after. And I've never bothered with joining Facebook!" Daniel was standing there nodding, smiling, and feeling a bit self conscious about this public display of emotion that his mother and her friend were having. He didn't really know what to say except "Hi." "My God. I don't believe it." Sonia continued. "We are SO going out for lunch today! The four of us are going to have a ball!" "Four?" Enquirered Daniel, suddenly noticing that Sonia was gesturing to somebody behind him. He turned around to see the semi-goth beauty from the corridor sidle up to Sonia and give her a light hug. "Sue, Daniel, this is my beautiful daughter Amy...." Edited March 26, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 9: They had been talking with the doctor for nearly 10 minutes. Mostly he had asked questions. : How long had Daniel been wetting the bed? : How much did he wet? : How long and often were his daytime accidents happening? : What were they doing about it? The list of questions seemed as endless as it was humiliating. Eventually Dr Singh, an Indian gentleman, pulled out the x-rays that he had got Daniel to sit for last week. Then he pulled out another set that had been ordered by their families regular doctor over a year ago, when his daytime dramas first happened. He then opened a 3rd set, ones taken when Dan had been about 9, when they were just looking for an answer to his bed wetting. "There is good news he said, as well as some, well, not so good, but certainly not bad news. I believe I know why this is happening." He gestured to the x-rays of 9 year old Dan. "You see here, theses were taken nearly 5 years ago, but showed nothing amiss. See here, this is the bladder, these are the kidneys, and all looks fine. Now with bed wetting, there is often no physical cause, as seems to be the case here. In some cases, it can be triggered by psychological trauma, like abuse, sexual, physical or psychological, but from what you have told me, that is not the case. This is common. Usually, in a vast majority of cases, the patient simply outgrows it. Put simply, some people take longer to outgrow it than others, but I'm sure you already have been told that." Sue and Dan exchanged glances, and simply nodded. The doctor continued, "Now, when young master Dan was around 12, the wetting was tapering on and off, correct? You were starting to stay dry for multiple nights in a row, before regressing again, correct?" Again, mother and son agreed. "Now, here is the x-rays taken last year, when the daytime accidents first started. Again, nothing appears wrong. If you compare this too his earlier x-ray they are very similar, yes?" Not knowing where this was leading, they just looked and agreed. "Next, a question. Would I be correct in guessing that master Daniel went through a pre-pubescent growth spurt around then?" Sue thought about it, and agreed. "That's right. We needed new shoes twice within a couple of months, and new school clothes and dress pants, remember?" Daniel did. It had seemed that in the space of a few months, he had outgrown virtually everything. Dr Singh continued, "Now these latest pictures, again, nothing seems wrong at first glance. Except.....he used a capped pen to draw an imaginary circle around Dans kidneys on the x-ray. "See this, how healthy and much larger your kidneys are compared to when you were 9. Now, look at the bladder. You'll notice it really hasn't grown a lot during the past 5 years. Don't worry, it's healthy, and believe it or not it's functioning very well, but it doesn't seem to have kept pace with the rest of your body as you've kept growing." He paused to let it sink in, but before Dan or Sue could speak, he continued, "It's not an uncommon occurrence. Sometimes it's more serious if the organ affected is the heart, or lungs for example, but in your case, it happens to be your bladder. Everything else is growing at a normal rate, but for some reason your bladder is lagging behind. Now as you get bigger, your food and drink intake increase, as it's important to fuel your growing body. Your kidneys are producing more urine, as your fluid intake has increased. But unfortunately for you, your bladder is currently the same, normally functioning size of the average 10 year old. This is why your bed wetting was slowing down before, your bladder was starting to catch up with the rest of you. But suddenly, boom! A growth spurt happened, and it's lagging behind again. Your body is simply producing more urine than your bladder can sometimes handle. This is why your bed wetting increased, and your day time wettings started. Occasionally, your bladder just fills up suddenly, and it doesn't give you much warning when it's about to happen, and as a result, it overflows. It's not exactly incontinence, but the results are the same nonetheless." He sat back, and let them absorb this information. Eventually, Sue spoke up, "So, what can we do?" "Unfortunately, not much at present. I truly believe Dans healthy little bladder will develop into a healthy big bladder by itself," Dan tried to speak up, but the doctor said, "You're going to ask when, aren't you? Unfortunately, I can't answer that. It could start getting better any day now, it may take a year or more. Usually, this sort of thing is resolved by the time puberty is over. If not, then we could consider surgery. But I would definitely not recommend surgery on a healthy, but still growing organ. Too much could go wrong, such as permanent, irreversible incontinence, leaving you with major issues for life. Really, surgery shouldn't be considered until your at least 17 or 18." "The same with steroids. Before I tried surgery, I'd recommend a course of steroid injections first, to try and stimulate growth, but again, I wouldn't do it to a still developing child. Really, give it time. This will more than likely sort itself out naturally within a few months, and when it does, it will mean an end too both your nighttime and daytime accidents. The rest was a bit of a blur for Daniel. He asked a couple of questions, and his mother asked a lot, but he felt strangely calm. He didn't really know what to think. He was partially relieved. He had considered all sorts of problems, bladder or prostate cancer amongst them. He was relieved to know he was healthy, but also disappointed that nothing could be done immediately. He had secretly hoped it might have been as simple as taking tablets or a course of injections, but apparently not. He was shaken from his stupor as his mum pushed her chair back as Doctor Singh did the same. Handshakes were offered and taken, thanks were given and received, and then they were back in the waiting room. Dan realised he was healthy, but for the time being at least, technically incontinent. Edited March 26, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 13: They all sat around the rectangular dining table. Sue and Sonia sat facing each other at one end, Amy sat on the other end, with Dan sitting beside his mum but next to Amy. The small talk started. As the grown ups talked, Dan learned that Sonia and her husband Phil, along with his daughter Alison, a product of his first marriage, had moved to NZ where she had been promoted to a regional manager position of the real estate company that she worked for. Sonia's mother lived there, and Phil was from there, so they both had family living in the area they moved to. They were only there a month or so, when Sonia started getting morning sickness, and learned that she was pregnant with Amy, so she quit shortly after. Amy was born, but when she was 2, her father had suddenly dropped dead unexpectedly with a massive heart attack. Finding herself as a suddenly widowed single mother with a 10 year old step daughter and 2 year old toddler, Sonia was glad of the support that was on hand from her mother, and Phils family. Between them, they helped raise the girls. Sonia's mother eventually wanted to return to Perth, and when Alison was struggling to get a job, she applied and was accepted into a veterinary medicine course at Curtin University, so the decision to move back was complete. They had arrived back in January, before school started, and Alison was living with her boyfriend in a flat near the Uni, and Sonia's mum was happy in a retirement village nearby. Only Sonia and Amy lived here, hence they only needed a small house. It was a 3 bed 2 bathroom dwelling, but did have a small pool out the back. Sonia had recently gone back to selling real estate again. While this important grown up chatter was going on, Amy and Dan really couldn't have another conversation going at the same time. But somehow, the talk flowed easily, and all four of them participated to some degree. Sue and Dan shared their story, and within half an hour, everyone was relaxed and chatty. The only thing not being discussed was why the kids were going to see an incontinence doctor, and for Dan at least, it was like an elephant in the room. He wanted to know about Amy, but was silently dreading the possibility of his own issues being brought up. He thought that Amy must've been thinking along the same lines. From time to time they made eye contact with each other, and cringed a bit when the adults started talking about them. Eventually Amy took the lead. "Mum, can we be excused please? I want to show Dan my music files." "Sure honey, have fun. If you want to take any nibbles with you, go for it." The kids quickly excused themselves and Amy led the way down the hall towards her bedroom. Dan followed her, unable to keep his eyes off the sight of her slim legs and little feet that were covered in her long stripey socks. He didn't know why this intrigued him so much, as he'd never considered himself to be a "leg man" before, but he found her skirt and socks combination one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. Amy had a double bed in her room, along with a desk holding the obligatory laptop, TV and games console, which seems to be basic equipment in most teenagers rooms. He noticed she had an Xbox, so the conversation started there. He was a PS guy himself, so the basic debate about the pros and cons of each system raged briefly. He discovered that she also gamed on her PC, and seemed to have a pretty good knowledge about gaming in general, (for a girl!). She switched on her laptop, and they sat side by side on the edge of her bed, close, but not quite touching. It was the closest Dan had ever been to a girl he wasn't related to, and he was like hyper aware of everything. He could smell the shampoo on her hair, the deodorant she used, the general smell of girliness in the room. He had listened for the tell tale crinkle of a plastic sheet on the bed as they sat down, but hadn't heard it. Her bed did have a thick doona in it though. He couldn't help but think about how his bed crinkled when he sat on it, and the ever so faint but lingering smell of pee that it got overnight, before he opened his window in the morning. The thought of letting her see and smell his room made him shudder. She asked if he had heard much of 21Pilots, a hip hop group. Dan wasn't big on rap or hip hop, but agreed to listen to it. He was pleasantly surprised by what he heard, and their next conversation started with a music based theme. After a couple of songs, Amy went to the door and peeked out. She shut the door, without completely closing it, turned to him and said "I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but I'll bet it's kinda like what I'm thinking. We met where we did today for a reason, and I'm curious." Before he could speak, she continued, " I guess it's obvious that we both have some kinda problems, or we wouldn't be going to Doctor Singh. Now I don't know about you, but I'm bloody sick and tired of having stuff wrong with me that I can't talk about with other kids. For a long time I've hoped to find somebody around my age who might understand what it's like to be our age and have old people problems. If you don't want to go into detail that's fine, I won't push you or be nosey. But just answer one question, you can just nod or shake your head if you want to, and I promise I won't push it." Dan felt speechless. This was the moment he had been dreading, but also dreaming of. The chance to talk to another kid who would understand. It was bad enough talking to your mum about it. I mean, she was supportive and loving enough about it, and understood what he was going through to a certain extent, but being loving was kinda her job, and he doubted she could ever truly understand what he was going through. He really needed to talk with another kid who was suffering through the same stuff as he was. The fact that he found this particular kid to be smoking hot probably didn't help, but he still wouldn't swap her for anyone else. He felt a light bead of sweat break out on his forehead. He forced himself to make eye contact, and clasped his hands together in his lap to stop the trembling he felt. Amy took a breath with her eyes closed. She opened them again, then looked at him directly. In a soft voice she almost whispered, "Dan, do you ever have accidents and wet your pants or bed?" He nodded slowly, unsure about exactly whether he had just made the biggest, most monumental stuff up of his life, or if he had done a good thing with being honest to a beautiful girl he hardly knew about his darkest secret. She smiled at him. Not a shy smile, but a genuine smile of pure happiness, a smile of childlike wonder. Suddenly she seemed younger than she had before. He sort of realised that the piercings, make up and punky hair, as well as that sweet direct smile he had seen her use were all in an effort to look older and more mature. But this smile touched her eyes. Her face lit up, and she exhaled a big breath. "I've been waiting so long to talk to someone like you!" she murmured. "My name is Amy, I'm 14, and I wet my pants. I also wet my bed. I can't help it. I wear nappies!" Before he could speak, she continued. "I just wet myself a bit right now...." Edited March 28, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 15: Amy led Dan to the toilet. As badly as he wanted to go, he paused. "Do you need to go first? After all, you just, ummm, well, sort of wet a bit?" He trailed off slowly. When he had started speaking, it just seemed like the right thing to say, but even as the words were spilling out, he realised he was talking to a girl about wetting her pants. Thankfully, she just softly laughed. "No Dan, it wasn't big. I'm wearing good protection so it's alright. I don't really need to go, but sometimes when I get super nervous, or laugh, sneeze or cough to hard, I might leak a little bit. That's all that happened. I leaked. I don't really need to go, I just got a bit stressed as I talked to you," Dan didn't want to stand around debating the issue. He needed to pee immediately, and really didn't want to pee his pants in front of this girl who currently was fascinating him so much. He quickly entered the toilet, shut the door, and pulled down his pants and pull up. Because of the current state he found his boyhood in, he decided that sitting down would probably be a safer option. It actually took him maybe a minute to start the flow going, and the relief was incredible. After he had finished, he pulled his pants up, flushed, then found the bathroom so he could wash his hands. Upon returning to the bedroom, he encountered Amy sitting cross legged on the bed. As he passed in front of her, he risked taking in the view of her legs and feet, all tightly encased in their stripey socks. But as he looked down, he caught a glance of her nappy poking out underneath her skirt. He swallowed quickly, then averted his gaze until he had walked around the bed to again sit beside her. "Didya make it ok?" she asked. He just gulped and nodded, not really knowing exactly how to react to such a direct question. "No problem " he muttered. "Soooo, you wanna go for a walk? We can talk without our pairs butting in?" "I do, but I've gotta be honest, I'm scared shitless though" he admitted. Again she laughed, and again he was treated to the sight of the real girl hiding beneath the tough facade that she put on for the rest of the world. He saw the vulnerable girl beneath, and could sense her fear and worry about what they were going to do. They were both going to open up to each other. It would be the first time in their young lives that they had ever talked about their embarrassing issues with another kid of the same age, and not a parent, teacher or doctor. He knew that he was scared, but could see that she was as well, but was tough enough to get on with it and just open up about it. It was a weird thing to think, but he suspected that he may even love her a bit already. Her mixture of toughness, innocence and straightforward-ness, combined with the physical attraction he had felt from the first moment he had seen her, meant that his heart was already well on the way to becoming lost. "So, what do you wear?" She asked. "For protection? Just pull ups" he shyly responded. "Yeah, but there's pull ups and then there's pull ups" Amy said. "What sort?" "Goodnights" answered Dan. "Just the basic teenage sized Goodnights." Amy looked stunned. "You mean the kiddies ones? From the supermarket?" "Yeah, why?" He asked, a bit more defensively than he intended too. Amy swallowed, obviously aware that she had nearly overstepped the mark. They were walking over dangerous ground, and hurt feelings or embarrassment were going to be a constant challenge, so they both recognised the need to tread carefully while talking about it. "I didn't mean to sound rude" she replied, "but don't they leak a bit?" Dan sighed, again thinking to himself that he was sure sighing a lot lately, before answering. "Yeah. You're right they do. I've worn them to bed ever since I was little, and they were always good. But since my daytime accidents started, I've been wearing them during the day, and they don't work as well. If I just have a leak they're okay, but their not much good if I have a big accident. I've only just started wearing them to school, and mum made me try them out at home first, you know, like deliberately wet them and stuff. I tried 'em sitting down, walking, standing, and all sorts of stuff, on purpose like, just to see what would happen. They go okay, but I don't trust them not to, you know, like leak everywhere." This was the biggest speech he'd ever given about his special underwear, even to his mother, and he could feel the flushing heat on his cheeks. But, if they were going to talk, he was determined he would talk. "Mum actually bought me some adult stuff today for the first time. There's some grown up pull up stuff, like Goodnights but bigger and thicker, and some real adult diapers that sorta tape on as well. I'm gonna try wearing them to bed, and see if they stop the leaks. I don't think I'll wear 'em to school though, the pull up ones I mean. They look kinda bulky. I think they were called Molipants or something. Amy's eyes lit up. "Molicare you mean? Maybe like these?" She layed across her bed and leaned over the edge, putting her head at floor level and looking underneath. This made her skirt ride up, and made her diapered butt briefly visible. Dan marvelled at the sight of her thick diaper, fully encasing her butt, leaving a strip of bare leg above her long socks. Once again, he felt himself stirring down below. Amy sat up, holding two packages she had retrieved from under her bed. They were the same ones that Dans mum had bought for him earlier. This time, he actually handled the packs and read the description and instructions on the back. "Really Daniel. These are brilliant. I haven't worn the kiddies pull ups for ages. I wear these to school, and these tape up ones to bed. Trust me. It doesn't matter what you do in these, they don't leak." Something about the way she said that triggered a reaction in Dan. But before he could ask, she went on, "I mean I can wet heaps, maybe 2-3 times a night and the diapers never leak, and I've had to wear the pull ups for hours, and used them more than once while I've been running around and stuff, but they rarely leak. They're great!" Dan looked intrigued. "I guess I'll get to try them out tonight. I suppose it must be better than these." With that, he gestured to his pants. "No need to wait. Put one of these pull up ones on now, before we go for a walk, you'll see how comfortable they are!" "Amy. I can't. What'll mum say? She knows I didn't bring any. " Amy pulled one out of the package. "Don't be ridiculous. She won't know. You put one on now, we go for a walk, and you change into your kiddie pull up when we get back. She'll never know!" There was something about the way Amy had said "your kiddie pull up" that bugged him. He had thought that it would be impossible to feel any worse about wearing pull ups to start with, but now she had managed to make him feel even worse because he wore "kiddie pull ups" and not adult ones. It was weird, but if wearing adult diapers instead of kids ones would somehow make him more attractive or mature in Amy's eyes, then he would do it. At this stage, he would probably set fire to his balls if he thought that it would make her happy or somehow impress her. He took the Molicare pull up, and went to the bathroom. Once there, he stripped down and changed, folding his Goodnight up, and putting it on the bench. Before he pulled his pants back up, he marvelled at the feeling and sight of the grown up pull up. It was so much thicker and heavier than what he was used to. But it felt so safe, secure and comfortable as well. It was like wearing a fluffy warm cloud around his genitals. After wearing kids nappies for his whole life, this first taste of grown up protection was tantalising. He wondered how much pee it could hold...... No he wouldn't deliberately use it, but he did wonder. He was concerned about how noticeable it would be under his pants, but when he pulled them up, he didn't think it was any more than marginally more obvious. After checking his reflection out front and back a few times, he picked up his dry "kiddie pull up" from the sink, and headed back to Amy's room. He walked in, and feeling mischievous he performed a pirouette. "What do you think" he asked, "does my bum look big in this?" Amy shrieked with laughter, then surprised him by grabbing him on the butt firmly and saying, "No way, your bums still cute!" They briefly made eye contact again, but before an uncomfortable silence could build, she piped up and said, "C'mon. Let's go for this walk!"
Chapter 16: The kids headed back to the kitchen. Their parents had moved into the lounge, and were sitting on the couch, looking at photos on Sonia's laptop. The bottle of wine was more than half gone, and a second bottle had been added to the ice bucket. Dan, feeling a bit self conscious about the thick nappy he was now wearing, tried to shield himself behind Amy as she stood at the door. "Dan and I want to go for a walk to the shop, then the park. Is that ok mum?" Sonia barely noticed, but said "It's fine with me baby, if Sue doesn't mind?" and she raised an enquiring eyebrow at her friend. "No, that's fine. Just be careful, and don't be gone all day." Sonia reached for her purse and pulled out $20. "Take this, and grab something to eat. But no ice cream, alright?" She shot Amy a glance as she said this. Amy stepped in, took the money, and said somewhat sheepishly "No way will I get ice cream. Thanks mum!" With that, the kids left, Dan feeling like he was walking a bit funny with the much thicker bulk than usual between his legs, but he realised that it was probably just his imagination. "Why can't you have ice cream?" he asked, as they started walking down the footpath. "It really doesn't agree with me, and I shouldn't have it, but I love it" Amy replied, "But it acts up on me a bit. I'll explain later. So what do you think of the pull up? Comfortable or what? You'll be so surprised at how well they work compared to your other ones." Dan agreed it was indeed comfortable, and he liked how much thicker and secure it felt, but if he had his way, he wouldn't ever be using it in front of Amy. "So do ya want to tell me your story?" He asked. Amy smiled at him and said "I do, but let's get to the park first. It's more private, and I hate the thought that people can hear us as we walk down the street. There's a playground there, and a shop next door. We'll grab some drinks and stuff and sit in the playground if it's empty." "Ok. Sounds like a plan. But I've got to ask you about your school. Your mum said you go to Saint Margarets? That's the girls school run by nuns isn't it? I go to Saint Marks, we're Roman Catholic and run by priests. It's pretty strict with its uniform code and all, and you don't really look like a typical Catholic school girl. Don't they have issues with the way you have your hair and stuff?" She laughed. "Your right there! I've had some run ins with the nuns before. But your seeing the weekend me, not the going to school me. I can have my ear piercings in alright, but not the nose ring. These streaks in my hair are just a temporary spray on thing that wash out with a good scrubbing, and I can't wear my lippy or eyeliner. No make up at all really, except for basic stuff to like hide pimples with and stuff. But I think I look sooo young without my nose ring and makeup, so I just wear it at home." She paused briefly. "I guess it sounds kinda silly, but my wetting and stuff makes me feel really babyish you know? So I guess I kinda try to grow up a little bit when I can. Being a boy, you probably wouldn't understand, but I spent sooo long waiting for my boobs to grow. When I was growing up, before I started, I don't know, developing I guess, I used to spend hours looking in the mirror, waiting for a sign that I was growing up. I guess I thought that it would compensate for the way I pee in my pants. Sounds stupid I know." Dan was stunned. It was exactly what he had been doing. In the back of his mind he thought that perhaps adolescent boys and girls might have a lot more in common than he previously thought. He found himself reaching for her hand again, and again she just took it without any qualms. "You don't know how well I understand that way of thinking," he said, and for the rest of the walk he talked about doing exactly the same sort of thing himself. Amy added some more, and by the time they reached the shop, they both realised that incontinence wasn't all they had in common. "Want to share a big bottle of coke?" Asked Amy. Well get that and some chips to munch on? Dan agreed, but with some quiet reservations. He loved coke, but it seemed like lately it just went straight through him. He'd had it twice so far today, and after both times he'd been needing to pee badly within half an hour. He did suggest some flavoured milk instead, but Amy said that was another thing she wasn't supposed to have, so coke it was. They got to the little neighbor hood park with its grassy area, small playground complete with a raised fort with a slide and ladders, a swing set, and benches. Apart from a lady throwing a frisbee for a Labrador over the other side, it was deserted. Without even talking about it, they climbed up into the fort part and sat down facing each other with their backs against the opposite walls and their legs crossed Indian style. Dan got another glimpse of Amy's diaper as she crossed her legs. She pulled her shoes off without undoing the laces, and started absentmindedly playing with her stockinged foot as she got comfortable. Again, Dan was surprised at how much the combination of her skirt, socks and nappy intrigued him, but he stayed in control alright this time, at least for now. "There's umm, no toilets here is there?" "No there's not. The closest is at the gas station down the road, but don't worry, you'll be fine" Amy assured him. "Yeah. Umm, it's just that, coke kinda makes me need to pee a lot you know?" "Yeah. Me too. But we're not going to be here all day, plus you've got a decent pull up on now. Trust me. You'll be fine!" "Ahhh ok I guess. But I don't want to have an accident if I can help it, you know?" "Daniel, when you spend as much time weeing in your pants as I do, it becomes a non event. It's not a big deal, and if it happened I wouldn't even mention it. It's our secret remember? It's what we're doing, sharing our secrets. I really couldn't care less if you had an accident. Your going to change when we go home anyway, and there's only us who'll ever know about it. But if you need to go, we can cut through those bushes and be at the gas station in 5 minutes." Heartened by this little speech, Dan got comfortable and reached for the 2 litre coke they had bought. He took a big swig, passed it to her and said, "Okay. You've convinced me. I'll be fine." He continued, "So Catholic girl Amy, do you want to tell me your story? I'll listen if you're ready." Edited March 28, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 17: Amy smiled. "I can't believe this. I've waited for so long to hopefully find someone who would understand, and now you're here, I don't know what to say!" Dan had another mouthful of coke, and passed her the bottle. "Just tell me about it. Have you always had problems, or did they happen as you grew up, how bad is it, that sort of thing." She considered this, then shyly asked, "Do you wanna go first? Tell me your story? Please?" Dan shrugged. If you had have told him this morning, that by mid afternoon he would be sitting in a playground fort with what he considered the prettiest girl he had ever spoken with, sharing a coke and snacks, after holding hands with her, getting an occasional glimpse of the diaper she wore under her cute skirt, and be about to tell her all about his biggest secret, in detail, he would of laughed. Or cried. Or jumped off a bridge in fear. It would have been considered as possible as finding a 3 legged unicorn. But here he was. It was really happening. And surprisingly enough, he not only wanted to, but he couldn't wait to. He wanted the burden of secrecy lifted, and was actually keen to tell his story to somebody his own age who would get it. So he did. He told her (nearly) everything, from his earliest memories of being a late toilet trainer and running around the house in cloth diapers, to his persistent bed wetting problems. He started to tell her about a couple of memorable accidents, but she stopped him, saying they'd have fun comparing embarrassing accidents later. He told her how his night wetting was getting worse, how his day wetting was progressively getting worse, and culminated with his appointment with Dr Singh and the prognosis he had been given. Surprisingly it didn't take long. For something that had been such a big part of his whole life, and started to impact so greatly on everything for over a year, he basically told it all in under 15 minutes. Amy proved to be a good listener. She only interrupted him to ask questions, and never tried to talk over him with tales or occurrences of her own. When he finished, he felt flushed. He was blushing, but smiling as well, and actually felt relieved and a bit empowered. Even if she backed out and didn't fulfill her part of the mutual storytelling, he really felt better for telling her. He just hoped that what he told her wouldn't make her not like him or anything. Amy reached for the coke, took a swig and said, "Wow. That's pretty unlucky. To just start having new problems when you thought your old ones were gonna finish must really suck! But at least the doc thinks you'll get better, that's something I guess." She looked around to make sure they were still alone. "Alright then, here's my story." "Back in New Zealand, when I was a little kid, I nagged mum for horse riding lessons. I wanted a horse sooo bad! So when I was 6, mum agreed to let me have lessons. I was a natural at it! After only a coupla lessons, I could make my horse trot and prance around all by myself. But one day, we had led the horses out of the stables, and I was super quick to mount up with no help at all. I sat there on my horse "Mistress" when another girls horse got spooked by something. We never found out what. But her horse reared up, and she fell off. Her horse continued to jump and kick around, it was really panicking about something. It scared Mistress, and she spun around quickly to run away. I hadn't been holding on properly, cause I was looking at the other little girl who had fallen off. When Mistress turned, I fell straight off. I guess that Mistress moving so quickly scared the other horse even more, and it reared up again, and when it came down, it's front hoof landed right on my tummy squashing me." "Oh my God" Dan shuddered. "That's fucking terrible! Did it hurt?" Amy laughed. "Watch your language mate! That's not what I expect from a good Catholic boy!" Red faced, he muttered "Touché. I deserved that." She continued. "I guess it did hurt. But honestly it's a bit of a blur. I mean, I remember being in intense agony, but I can't really remember how it felt, if that makes sense. I just remember laying on the hay that was all over the ground, and not being able to breath properly or move much. I couldn't move my legs at first, and the lady instructor was yelling for me to lay still, but I wanted to get up and I couldn't. After that I must've fainted." "It's all blurry after that. I only really remember waking up in hospital with mum and nan sitting there, and apparently it was 2 days later, and I'd had a couple of operations. The weight of the horse squashing into my belly had damaged some stuff down there. They removed my gall bladder, a bit of my spleen, and my liver and bladder were damaged. Thankfully my liver made a full recovery, but my bladder wasn't so lucky. Apparently it was touch and go for a while as to whether or not they would remove it. If they had've done that, I would've spent the rest of my life with a tube hooked up and carrying a bag around draining my wee into it. But it was only damaged, not completely fu...broken I mean." "The doctors decided to leave it alone, and see how it healed. It did heal pretty good, but it's not 100% right. Basically, my bladder did grow to full size, not like yours, but once it gets half full or so, it just wants to empty. Also, the nerves that are s'posed to send signals to my brain to tell me when it's full are kinda messed up. On top of that, the muscles that hold the wee in don't always work properly either." "Wow" Dan whispered, "So what does all that mean exactly?" "It's a combination of things at once" replied Amy. "If I'm walking around, I'll usually feel a slight need to pee by the time my bladder reaches half full. I won't feel anything at all until it gets half full. But the problem is, by the time it's half full, and I realise I can feel it, it's about ready to automatically start emptying itself whether I'm ready or not. So if I'm upright and walking around, and I start feeling it, I've probably only got 5-6 minutes to find a toilet or I'll just start peeing anyway. It's worse if I'm sitting or laying down. Then, I won't even feel it until I stand up, and then the first hint I get is when I start wetting myself. " "I also get bad stress incontinence. Even if my bladder empties, doesn't matter if it's in the toilet or my nappy, within minutes I'll squirt pee if I laugh too hard, or cough, sneeze, run, jump, or get startled. My bladder sorta clenches, and a little squirt will shoot out. If I'm half full but haven't lost control yet, that clench will be enough to make me flood completely. I'm a real mess down there." "But surely they can do something?" Dan questioned. Amy smiled softly. Dr Singh gave me the same kinda spiel he gave you. He believes that a series of operations can correct at least most of my problems. I'll need one to try and re-attach the damaged nerve endings, at least 2 other ones to strengthen the control muscle thingies, and perhaps one to sort of inflate it to stretch it into shape. But same as you. He won't think about it until my body has stopped growing. He said if they did it now, I'd need to do it all again after my body grew more. " "But I'm always going to have some problems though. They can make it better, but most likely never fully fix it. I'm gonna be wetting myself all my life, at least partly." With that, she sniffed, then a sob escaped her. "I don't wanna spend the rest of my life needing nappies Dan! I want a career, I want to travel, I want to find a husband one day and probably have kids! It's not gonna happen if I can't stop weeing in my pants like a baby!" Another sob escaped her, she tried to breath in, but only managed a series of short, hitching breathes. "I don't know if I can do this anymore. Like you, I had really hoped that today would be the day I somehow got fixed, but I'm just too broken..." Another loud sob escaped. Without even thinking about what he was doing, Dan leaned forward and opened his arms, drawing her into a comforting embrace. She hugged him back tightly, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Your not broken Amy. You're anything but broken. I think your wonderful. I mean special. No, not special, I don't mean, I mean, you're beautiful and," He couldn't believe how badly he was doing here. He wanted to make her feel better, but it sounded as if he was either hitting on her with pick up lines, or telling her she had special needs. "Amy. Please don't cry." She sniffled and looked at him. "Your sweet Dan. Really really sweet. Don't worry. I know what you mean, and thank you. I'm so glad we met." "Believe me Amy. I am as well. More than you know." Before you get too attached Daniel, there's more I have to tell you......"
Chapter 18: She sighed. "This is the bit I really, really hate. Because I don't have a gall bladder, it makes me have some tummy problems as well. I'm also a bit lactose intolerant. Milk and cheese and stuff don't agree with me. Sometimes I get the runs real bad....." Dan didn't speak, but waited for her to finish. "Dan, sometimes I poo my pants as well. I can't help it." The boy was speechless. This wasn't something he was expecting, and he just didn't know what to say at first. When she didn't continue straight away, he swallowed, and said "That's terrible Amy. Really terrible. But don't look so worried. I'm still here wanting to listen. Tell me all your problems. I really like you, and I wanna be your friend, okay? How bad is it? She sucked in a deep breath. There was a solitary tear running down her face, which see wiped away with her sleeve. After forcing a little smile, she continued. "It's not tooo bad really if I'm careful. But full cream milk, cheese and stuff like ice cream can make my tummy go all yucky. But not all the time, only sometimes. If I only have a little bit occasionally, I don't usually have any problems, but sometimes, it just gives me the squirts, and I can't always control it." Dan just listened, feeling huge sympathy for this girl, who at first had seemed like a kind of junior Wonder Woman with her presence at first, but was currently looking scared and lost. A part of him had already made up his mind that I'd didn't matter what she said, he already kinda loved her, and he couldn't see that changing. It was of course easier to think stuff like that than to verbalise it though. "It hasn't happened for ages, probably a couple of months. But it happened again today. That's why you guys ended up coming here, and we didn't go to Antonios, cause I had an accident. Mum and I usually go to this nice little cafe for breakfast on a Saturday morning. They make these awesome pancakes, and they make their own low fat ice cream to go with them. Now I love ice cream, but I don't eat it often cause of my stomach stuff. But their ice cream has always been alright with me. So when we go there for brekky, I always have the pancakes so I can have my ice cream fix." Without thinking about it, Dan blurted out, "I had pancakes this morning as well!" Then realised that he had just interrupted her story for no good reason, he blushed a bit, mumbling "Sorry, please go on." She gave him a sweet smile, then kept going. "I've had their ice cream heaps of times, and it's only upset my tummy a little bit once or twice, but never really badly. But today was different. My appointment with Dr Singh was at 9:00, so we went to the cafe early and had brekky. We were running a bit late for the appointment. We were supposed to be early by 15 minutes or so, but only just got there by 9:00. Mum actually had to ring them from the car as we were parking just to tell them we were there. I was wearing a pull up like the one you're wearing, and it was still dry. As we were going up in the elevator, I knew I needed to pee, and I asked mum if I had time. She asked me if I was still dry, and when I told her I was, she told me to go in my nappy." "Your mum told you to wet yourself on purpose??" Dan exclaimed. "Yeah. Don't be shocked. Some times doing what we call a pre-emptive strike is better. I sometimes choose to use my nappy when it's safe to, instead of holding on and risking a big leak or something. Haven't you ever done that? Wet your pull up on purpose? Just to like, you know, make it easier?" "Not in public. I told you how mum made me practice wearing and using them before school started, so I wet 'em a few times on purpose then, and like in front of ...." He stopped there. He had nearly told her about deliberately wetting himself in front of the mirror earlier today and yesterday. But she had picked up on it. "Tell me Dan. Who did you wet in front of?" "Nobody" he sighed. "Please don't think I'm weird, but both yesterday and today before we came here, I deliberately wet myself in front of my mirror in my bedroom. I guess I was sick of having accidents, and I kinda felt that doing it on purpose made me in control a bit more." "That's exactly what I'm talking about!" She exclaimed. "That's what I do sometimes! I choose when to do it, so I have some control. I'd rather pick when I'm gonna wet myself rather than not control it. Mum and I learned that when I was little. If I didn't go, I'd wet myself anyway, so picking a good time to do it first made more sense if I couldn't get to a toilet. Mums always let me use my nappy if it was easier. That's what happened today. I wet my nappy as we rode the elevator, and was already wet when we saw the doctor." "Anyway, after we got out, I didn't need a change right away, so we left. Mum wanted to go to the bank, and when we got there she realised she'd left her glasses behind. But I had another accident in the bank as well. I had bought a spare pull up with me, so mum said we'd go back to the hospital and get her glasses, and I could change there. When I saw you outside the toilet, I was really saturated! But I put a clean one on then we met you guys and planned lunch at Antonios. " "My tummy was still fine then, but when we left, mum wanted to stop at her office first. I waited in the car, but all of a sudden I got massive stomach cramps, and before I could get out or do anything about it, I pooed myself. A lot. When mum came back, it was too late. I didn't have anymore diapers with me, plus I needed a shower, so we had to go home. Also, I was out of tape on diapers, and I prefer those if my tummys playing up, so we had to stop and get some. I had to stay in the car, and boy I smelled bad. Mum rang you guys from the car, and we went home so I could have a shower. I was just finishing when you arrived. Now I'm wearing a tape on diaper instead of a pull up." Dans mind was racing. It wasn't really anything that Amy had said that had disturbed him, but something else entirely. He still liked her a lot, and he didn't think that his opinion was likely to change in a hurry. But he knew that she was probably as vulnerable now as what she ever had been. He needed to comfort her. He needed to support her. He needed to reassure her. He also needed to pee. Badly.
Chapter 20: Dan blushed. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it, and he could feel it too. He dropped his eyes, not knowing where to look. "Awwww. You're so sweet when you blush," Amy teased. Reluctantly, he let go of her hands, grabbing the side wall of the fort and standing himself up. "Amy. We've gotta go. I need to, ummm, go to the gas station." She looked at him with her big green eyes brimming with innocence. "Whatever for? We've got everything we need right here!" "I'm not joking Amy. I really need to go. You must as well." He held up the 2 litre coke bottle that was nearly three quarters empty. "Look how much we've drunk! I told ya how quickly coke goes through me, and we've drunk heaps!" "YOU'VE drunk heaps matey. I'VE only had a couple of mouthfuls." Dan felt the colour drain from his face. "Oh my God. Are you kidding? Did I really drink most of that?" She smiled at him somewhat smugly. "Yep. Ya sure did." "Oh God. I'm going to be peeing for hours," he remarked. "Dan. Your wearing a good quality nappy now. Remember what I said about having a pre-emptive pee? This is exactly what I was talking about. It's the one good thing about having decent protection. If you get stuck, it's not the end of the world." "Amy. I can't just give in and pee myself here. Not in front of you. I, I just can't..." Amy gave him a sly look. "Betcha could! Just looking at your face now, I betcha could!" "Surely you must need to go as well by now though?" Amy looked down at her still shoeless stockinged feet. "Not really Dan. I sort of wet myself a few minutes ago while I was crying..." Dan looked stunned. He hadn't even noticed or suspected something like that. "Was that one of those deliberate pre-emptive things you told me about?" "No Dan. It was accidental. When I started crying, I started to leak as I was sobbing. When you gave me a cuddle, it felt so nice and calming, that I just relaxed and the next thing I knew, I started to pee myself. I didn't really mean too, but as I told you, when I start peeing, I just lose control and can't stop. I was sitting down, and didn't even realise I had to go until I'd started weeing." She continued, slipping on her shoes as she spoke. "But even if I had of noticed I needed to go, I probably would of pre-empted it anyway and just gone. Sometimes, like now, it's easier. If you want to try it, nows the time. I won't even look, promise." Dan needed to pee so badly, he had to make a serious effort not to clamp a hand into his crotch and start potty dancing around like a little kid. Briefly, the thought crossed his mind. He could just wet in the good quality diaper that he was wearing for the first time. He'd be wearing them a lot more from now on, and he would need to test them out at some stage, just to see how good they were. Plus, he was wearing with another kid who was already wearing a wet diaper and certainly wouldn't laugh or judge him. Absentmindedly he found his hand had somehow automatically found the front of his shorts and squeezed. The feeling of thick padding under his shorts bought him back to reality. "I can't wet myself in front of a girl" he thought, "even this girl. At least not on purpose." He had decided. "No Amy. Not on purpose. At least not yet. Come on, take me to the station." "No problem" she smiled, "but I don't think you'll make iiitttt...." She drew the last syllable out in a little girls sing song voice. That hardened his resolve. He was sure as hell gonna try. To get down from the fort, they chose to go down the slide. Dan went first, and was almost surprised when he landed at the bottom and stood up without leaking. Amy came next, bringing with her the empty chip packet and the remainder of the coke. She took a big swig, "Hmmm. That is good coke my friend! Would you care to partake of this fine beverage with me? Be warned though, it makes ya peeee!" Dan had to stifle a giggle. He didn't want to giggle now, he didn't trust himself. "Stick your coke" he grimaced. "Just get me to a loo!" "What language from a good little Catholic boy! I'm shocked! Come on then, this way. Don't wet yourself now..." As this comedic byplay went on, they had started walking. Soon, they were heading out of the park, on a path lined by some low bushes. Dan had to stop briefly, clenching his thighs together briefly. Without even worrying about how he looked anymore, he stuffed a hand into his lap again. "Oh geez Amy. Maybe I could just go here?" "Why are you fighting it Dan. Just use your pull up. That's why you're wearing it." "No Amy it's not. I'm wearing it in case I have an accident. This wouldn't be an accident. If I have one, fair enough. But I want to make it if I can." He regained his composure and they continued on. He couldn't help notice that Amy had gone a bit quieter, but he didn't really have the focus to think about it anymore. He did notice a bit of a lull in their previously light hearted conversation now though. Shortly after, the path led them out at the back of the station car park. Dan immediately started looking around anxiously for the bathroom. "C'mon Dan. Nearly there. Toilets are inside." Dan noticed Amy sounded more subdued, but his focus was solely on getting to the toilet. Trying not to walk funny, he hurried inside and found the bathroom door, praying it would be open. It was, and he almost ran inside. Once there, he didn't think he could wait to get inside a stall and pull his pants down and close the door. He headed straight for the urinal, where he half pulled his shorts down, exposing his pull up. He pulled it down at the front, and managed to get his member out and roughly pointed in the right direction about half a second before he lost all control, and peed as hard as he ever had into the trough. He peed hard for nearly a minute, the whole time with his diapered butt exposed to the thankfully empty men's room. Even if his entire class had of happened to miraculously walk in, he couldn't of stopped to pull his shorts up anyway. Eventually he stopped, managed to sort his pants back out again, and washed his hands. He quickly washed his face as well, as he felt all sweaty from the tension of holding on. Refreshed, he went outside and found Amy leaning against the side walk. She looked a bit upset still. He approached her, and without saying a word, she turned with him and they started up the path again. Not really understanding her abrupt mood change, he jokingly said, "Boy, that was close. I thought you were going to win there for a minute. I very nearly didn't make it." She didn't speak for a minute, instead waiting until they were inside the part of the path lined by the low bushes again. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand, and made him stop. He looked at her quizzically, wondering what was bugging her. He didn't have to wait long. "Dan, do you think I'm bad or lazy for wetting in my nappy on purpose? Be honest. I understand why you might think bad things of me, but truly, it's only because I'd end up wetting myself anyway where I couldn't control it. I really mean it. I don't want you to think I'm just a lazy little bitch or something. Yes, I do do it on purpose sometimes, but it's only cause I choose to do it when I can control it, not because I'm dirty or lazy. If I had of been you in the park, there's no way I could've made it to the toilet, so for me it's easier to do a sneaky wee while I'm standing still. It's just cause I have to, not cause I want to be a freak. Dan, I really didn't think you would make it, and I knew you had a good pull up on for a change. I was just trying to let you know it was okay if you got wet. I didn't want to make you do something that you didn't want to do. I'm so sorry." Her voice caught a bit as she finished speaking. Dan was shocked. "Amy. Listen to me. I'm not mad, I'm just shy. I'm still getting used to wearing a diaper during the day, and I've never, not even growing up and wearing at nighttime, have I ever deliberately wet one in front of anyone else before. Yes, I've watched myself pee in one, and yes, I've had accidents and wet myself in front of other people, but I've never done it on purpose like that. " He continued. "These pull ups feel amazing. I really need to test them out, and to tell you the complete truth, I was so very tempted to just let go and try it out. But the thing is, I really like you, and it just somehow seemed wrong for me to give in. In a way, I think I was trying to impress you by being strong and holding on long enough to make it." He looked her right in the eye, put on a mock-firm voice, and pretended to scold her, "And while we're on the subject, don't be so bloody silly!" She looked at him, a bit shocked. But she saw he was smiling. "I could never think you were dirty or lazy. I actually think your the bravest person I've ever met. I don't know how you've stayed so strong for so long. You are just the nicest, strongest, prettiest girl I've ever met, and I hope I can be as strong as you are now that I know my incontinence isn't going away anytime soon. I hope you're willing to help me learn." He risked a grin at her. "You may have to teach me a bit more about how to have a pre-emptive strike. I will admit, I'm not against the idea. It might help." She looked up at him. His slightly taller height making her tilt her head back slightly. "I'll teach you all I know Catholic boy Dan. Your pretty special yourself. I think I'm a very lucky little Catholic school girl to have found somebody as nice as you. And you DO have a cute diapered butt!" Before he could react, she had stood up on her tiptoes, where she planted a small, sweet kiss, right on his lips.
Chapter 21: Dan was stunned. His body reacted instantly, and his boyhood went as hard as it had ever been before, pushing at an uncomfortable angle inside his pull up. When she stepped back, he had no choice but to try to subtly adjust his shorts a bit, as he felt himself standing to attention down there. He hoped like crazy that his extra padding was concealing his obvious arousal. "This is crazy Amy. I've only known you for a few hours, but I feel the same. I can't believe how much I, I dunno, sort of really like you already." He hurried on before he lost his nerve altogether. "Don't think I'm being stupid or anything, and I'm not trying to just hit on you, but wow, you are just so amazing, and being here with you makes me feel, like really special, ya know?" "I know Daniel. Believe me, I feel the same. It's like we don't really know each other, but like we've known each other for years all at the same time." She looked at him. "Dan, have you ever kissed a girl before now?" He felt that familiar blush rising again. "No Amy. I don't even know many girls. You don't meet many in my school, and I don't have a lot of friends or anything. I can't believe we get on so well. Girls usually kinda scare me. When I first saw you this morning, after I registered how pretty you look, the first thought I got was there was no way a spunk like you would ever talk to me, especially if you knew I had a wet nappy on. Now look at us! I just got my first kiss from a hot chick in a wet nappy! I can't believe it!" They shared a mutual laugh. It was more of a quiet chuckle really. Dan had tried to lighten the mood, but they both knew the truth behind what he had said, and what he meant by it. "I'll tell you another secret Danny boy. I never once thought that my first kiss would come from a hot looking Catholic boy wearing a diaper either!" With the awkwardness of their first ever kiss each out of the way, they continued back into the playground. Amy checked her phone. "Do you know, after all that, we've only been here for less than an hour and a half?" "No wonder I needed to pee so bad, I can't believe I drank that much coke so quickly. I really will have to be careful today. Well, if we don't have to leave yet, do you wanna keep talking some more? I'd like too....." Amy replied, "We can probably hang out here for a little while, but mum will freak if I'm too late. What more do you want to talk about?" "Tell me more about these pre-emptive strikes. What do you do, and how do you do it? I'm still so shocked that your mum just lets you do it on purpose. I bet my mum would just freak out." She laughed. "I guess it's just because of how different we are. Mummy's been dealing with my wetting since I was six, and I guess she's just used to it a bit more than your mum." Dan was interested in how Amy had suddenly used a much more childish term like "mummy," but he didn't react to it. It was just interesting how when she was talking about being allowed to pee herself, she automatically sounded more like a little girl than she normally did. "Well, I guess it obviously started after my accident. I was in hospital for about 5 weeks I guess, and for most of that time, I had a catheter in. Do you know what that is?" Dan nodded, so she continued. When I first got out, I was completely wee incontinent. Totally. So I wore big thick cloth baby-style nappies with a booster in them, with plastic pants over them for extra protection. But as I started to heal up, I switched to the pull ups like you wear. I had to go back to school of course, so I had to toilet train all over again. But as I told you, it was never the same as it used to be, and I would have a lot of accidents. I was off school for nearly 3 months. By the way, because of that I repeated grade 1, so I'm only in year 7 now, not year 8 like you are. " "Anyway, I started going to school wearing my pull ups. At that age, my leaks weren't real big, so they worked a lot better, but I'd still have to change myself at school maybe 3 times a day. I tried really really hard to go to the toilet, and often I would make it, but I'd still wet myself a few times every day, and I hated it. " "It used to just wear me out, physically and emotionally. By the time I'd get home from school, I'd be a tired and grumpy mess. The pressure I'd put on myself to just get better and stop having accidents was huge, and I struggled to cope, big time. I still wore the big cloth diapers with plastic pants to bed, and when I had those on, I obviously couldn't take them off easily, so I'd just wet them if I needed to go, and it was so much easier. After I went back to school, I started only wearing those at night, and only pull ups during the day, but I was having so much drama trying not to wet, I'd be exhausted and miserable when I got home." "I still remember the first time things changed. Mum had picked me up from school and I was stuffed. I had had a bad day, and probably had already changed my little pull ups 3 or 4 times, and I was already soaked again. I had run out, so I couldn't change again, and had been wearing that one wet for quite a while. When we got home, I had a big drink of juice, and changed again. I was only wearing my pull up and a singlet, and I was sitting at the table colouring in some school stuff. Suddenly I got the urge to pee again, but before I could do anything, I completely flooded myself again. I started crying and screaming with frustration, and mum came running in to see what had happened. There was a big puddle on the floor, and I was bawling my eyes out, and trying to apologise that I'd just wet myself yet again. Mummy gave me a cuddle, (again, Amy slipped back into kiddie talk without seeming to realise it,) and said, I've got an idea! How about, after school, we put your night time nappy on, and you stop worrying about it? You can change before you go to bed, but unless you need to poo, you just go in your nappy and stop worrying about it. Save your energy for staying dry at school, at least for now." "So from then on, for the next couple of years, I'd get home from school and mum would put me in a cloth nappy. When I was in one, I didn't have to stress about having accidents anymore. I was a lot calmer, and I got to sleep easier as well. It was like I'd be stressed at school all day, but when I got home, at least I could cut the toilet stress out. It really helped." "But I couldn't wear them if we went out. Id have to put a pull up on again. Then, the nerves would start again. I couldn't wear pants or shorts in case I leaked, so it was dresses or skirts only for going out. After being caught short a few times, I was learning the warning signs of when I was likely to lose control, so if I was out with mum, and we got to a quiet spot, like maybe beside the car in the car park, or at this park and I told her I needed to go, she told me to just use my special pants where nobody would see me." "And it does help Dan. Trust me. Sometimes when you gotta go you just gotta go, and it's a lot better being in control of it when you do. If you pick a private time or spot, and you leak, you get away with it. If you try and hold on, you risk an embarrassing leak in public. And you, being a boy, are going to be sooo much more noticeable with wet pants than I am." "The pre-emptive pee can be your biggest asset Danny boy. You really need to learn it if you're gonna get through this, trust me in that."
Chapter 22: Amy checked her phone. It was nearly 4:00 o'clock. "We oughta start heading back Dan. Mum would of usually been texting me by now, starting to worry. She must feel safer knowing I've got a big strong boy looking after me," and she giggled. Dan laughed as well. Taking her hand he replied, "She's right too you know. I will if I can." Amy didn't speak. She just smiled at him and accepted his hand easily, giving it a squeeze. It was remarkable how quickly they were getting used to holding hands and physical contact. Subconsciously they kept gently bumping each other or leaning against one another as they started walking. It was like they had a real craving for some form of innocent physical contact with each other. If either of them noticed it, they didn't dare say it out loud in case it spoiled the mood. Dan pondered a question. "What about your sister? Alison isn't it? How do you guys get on? I'm an only child myself, so I haven't grown up with anyone but mum and dad seeing all my problems." "Alison's really nice, but we're not real close. My dad had her with his ex, and she's a real nut job. As far as I know, she's in prison in Melbourne, but I've never met her. I think Alison writes to her sometimes. But dad married mum when Ali was about 7 or so, and I came along a year or so later. I don't remember dad much at all. I was only 2 when he died. After that, Ali spent a lot of time staying with dads mother, my nan, and also with his sister and her kids. All his family chipped in with raising both of us, but I think they took her a bit more so mum could have more time with me. You know, she was single with a toddler, so it helped her out a lot. But the bottom line is Ali is 8 years older than me, and we didn't really grow up together all the time. I love her heaps, but we're more kinda friends than sisters in a way." Amy continued. "She was always nice to me about my problems. She never really helped to like change me or anything, but she wouldn't let other kids pick on me either. She was down here last weekend and we went to the movies together." "How about school? What's that been like?" Dan wanted to know. "Oh, you can imagine. It hasn't always been great, but it coulda been worse as well. I went to St Margarets in Auckland as well. The same order of nuns run it. It was a lot smaller over there though. Most of the kids knew each other, or at least of each other. After my accident, the school rallied round me for a while. I got lots of cards and letters, and they did some fundraising as well. When I got out of hospital, but before I was well enough to go back full time, mum would take me in for a couple of hours in the afternoon maybe twice a week. I was in a wheelchair then, and they all made a big fuss over me. The big kids wanted to look after me, and the little ones sorta looked up to me. I was the little girl who got stomped on by a big horse and survived!" "It was a smart thing to do. It made the other kids realise early, before I went back full time, that things had changed, and I now had some different issues to cope with. Plus, the nuns at St Margarets are REALLY anti bullying. They wouldn't put up with kids giving me crap. I already told you, I repeated grade 1, so the next year I was the oldest and biggest in the class, and cause I'd done a lot of the work previously, I was pretty good at it. The other kids always wanted me to help them, and I actually made some new friends, as well as kept most of my older friends who were now a year ahead. But we still hung out." "It wasn't perfect, and a lot of embarrassing things happened, but I got through it. This years been tough though. I'd never been to Australia before, and while we're the same in a lot of things, it's so different as well! I can't believe how freaking hot it gets here! And the beaches everywhere! Thankfully, there was one other kiwi chick from my class back home came here this year as well. We were never close friends back home, but they put us in a class together and we've sorta clicked together. Her names Tania, and she's a big tough Maori girl, and of course she knows my history, so she looks out for me." But St Margs here is like 100 times bigger. There's just hundreds of kids. And being the new girl they're curious. Most of my class at least know that I've got some problems. My teacher, Sister Joan, suggested I do like a show and tell presentation about myself. Tell 'em all about how my accident happened, and like what it's done for me. I mean, you just can't be incontinent and wear diapers full time in high school and keep it a secret." "So I did it and told 'em. Most of the girls in my class have been nice enough to me, but there's the other year 7s as well. There's 3 classes of us. Some of the others just avoid me, like I'm gonna piss in THEIR pants or something. And the bigger kids can just be mean. Some of the girls just don't care at all about the no bullying thing. They don't hurt me at all, but there's a lot of nasty stuff gets said behind the nuns backs though." "I try not to let it bug me, but it does sometimes. I can't help it. But I won't let them break me down. Fuck them." After this speech, Amy suddenly let go of Dans hand. He was still trying to process everything she had told him, and looked at her a bit confused. She tilted her head, drawing his attention to where they were. With a shock, he realised that they had walked all the way back to Amy's house, and were indeed standing in her driveway." "No offence Dan. But I'm not ready for mum to catch me holding hands with a boy. Not even a good little Catholic boy like yourself."
Chapter 25: Sue sat down with Sonia, shaking her head in a negative gesture when more wine was offered. "No thanks dear. It looks like I may need to keep a clear head. Now listen, are you sure this is alright with you? It seems like a bit of an imposition. I haven't seen you in nearly 15 years, and within a few hours I'm dumping my teenage boy on you! I really don't mind if you're not comfortable with it?" "Sue, sweetheart, I 100% don't mind at all. You really can't take him with you, and kids his age shouldn't be left unsupervised for too long. What if he burned your house down making toast or something? Relax, I'm just joking. It'll be fine, plus, it was Amy's idea, and that's what makes me want to do it. As we both were saying earlier, neither of our kids are exactly overburdened in the friends department. Amy's only really got one friend, a little Maori girl from her old school, and they're really just school time friends. They haven't ever hung out with each other outside school time. Amy has really started to withdraw a bit since we got here, she just spends most of her time in her room. I found out that she was invited to a birthday party a few weeks ago, but she didn't go. She didn't even ask me, just told the girl she already had plans. She really struggles to make friends. Maybe the fact that your son and her have so much in common apart from their age, might mean she's getting ready to open up a bit." She poured herself a small wine. "Do you know, Amy's never had a sleepover? I don't just mean her going out, but also never had friends over either. It makes me sad that my daughter has missed out on so much. That's why it sort of threw me a bit when she suggested it. It's never happened before, but now she suddenly wants a friend over." Sue interjected. "I know exactly what you mean. Danny's the same. Because of the bed wetting, he's always refused flat out to sleep anywhere but at our families places. Plus, he's never once asked for a friend to stay at our house either. We've suggested it of course, but he hates the thought of being seen by others in his night nappy." Sonia posed the question. "Why now do you think? We've got 2 socially introverted kids, kids that border on being anti social at times, kids who are deeply embarrassed about they're medical issues, who meet each other for the first time, and within 4 hours, are suddenly keen for a sleepover that they've never wanted before. Kids of the opposite sex. Should we read something into that? Should we worry?" Sue pondered for a moment. "You know darling, you may be right perhaps. Maybe they have discovered a bit of a spark there. But for Christs sake Sonia, they're only 14 you know. I don't think it's likely they'll be jumping into bed with each other just yet. When I spoke to Danny, he admitted that they did talk about a lot of their "stuff" together. That's a big shock for me as well. Dans so secretive about his problems around other kids. For him to open up to Amy like that, it must mean that he likes her enough to trust her. You know what kids are like. A few hours in and they're talking together about stuff that we as parents can't get them to open up about usually. But I do know what you mean, we may need to keep an eye on it though. But I think they're both just happy to have found someone their own age to talk too. It's a big burden these kids carry. It will do them both the world of good to be able to talk to someone about it." "That's another point," Sonia said, "Keeping an eye on them. Dans welcome here tonight, but I'm going out for a few hours. My gentleman friend I told you about is taking me to dinner, so I'll be away for a little while. I wasn't looking forward to leaving Amy home alone then, but it could be alright now that Dan will be here, providing they don't get up to mischief. Then, tomorrow, I've got to run a viewing at an open house in Subiaco. I'll be gone for a few hours again. So, bottom line, do you think we should trust them?" "I've always trusted my son Sonia, but this is new ground for sure. I say, let's give them the benefit of the doubt and trust them. It saves both of them from being home alone, and gives us both a break from worrying about them on their own. Instead, we can start worrying about them fooling around instead....." Sonia laughed and spoke softly, " Teenagers! One minute you're worried they're gonna wet the bed, the next it's who's sleeping in it! Okay. I say we let them have their little slumber party, but we have a little talk with them as well. Agreed?" "Agreed! I'll ring Jackie and Steve back, and get this trip organised." She pulled out her phone and started to make calls. While this conversation was going on, the kids were talking as well. They were both excited but scared. It was going to be great to spend more time together learning more about each other and how they dealt with stuff, but at the same time it was daunting and scary as well. But they started making plans for their new adventure. What shows they could watch, games they would play, and things they would do. Amy insisted that Dan bring his bathers with him so they could swim in the pool tomorrow, and they talked about that as well. As much as the grown ups were worried about the adult stuff the kids may do, they were just looking forward to having fun. Of course, they were definitely looking forward to being close with each other as well, but they were just wanting to know as much about each other as they could learn. A few minutes later, Sue walked over. "It's sorted. We'll get a cab home, then Steve will drop you back here before we go to Bunbury. We better get cracking Dan. You have a sleepover to prepare for!" Edited April 1, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 26: The cab pulled up in the driveway and the horn sounded. The farewells and thank-yous went around, then the lady and her son walked out and got in the back seat, giving the driver the address. As soon as Dans butt hit the seat, he became aware of the fact that he was still wearing the grown up style of pull up. The extra padding he felt was so different to the "kiddie pull ups" he had gotten used to. He had meant to change when they returned from the park, but had completely forgotten during the drama of his mothers phone call. It bothered him slightly, but he was fairly sure she wouldn't notice. The cab took off, and Sue turned to her son, "Well I'm guessing you and Amy must've hit it off ok then?" Dan tried to guard his expression, but his excitement was easily readable to his mother. While he tried to play it down, Sue could see how happy he seemed. "Yeah mum. She's pretty cool for a girl. We just talked a lot about school, and you know, the other stuff, but she seems very nice, you know, for a girl I mean." Sue had to suppress a smirk. But if he kept pointing out the fact that Amy was indeed a girl, then Sue would struggle. She knew her boy didn't have a lot of experience with the fairer sex, and she found it cute the way he was reacting towards her. "So, what are you guys going to do tonight then?" The inquiry was made with every effort to make it appear casual. Certainly any ulterior meaning seemed to have gone over the boys head. But the way his face lit up was priceless. His eyes widened, his smile touching them almost, and she noticed he still had at least one baby tooth left. In that moment, she was transported back to his younger days, when it seemed he could still take great pleasure from the simple things. The look he had on his face was reminiscent of his eighth birthday, when he saw the bike he wanted sitting there with a bow attached to the handlebars. Simply, a look of childish happiness. It wasn't an expression she'd seen on his face for a long time. He even sounded younger as he spoke, a certain excitedness altering his speech. "Well, we're gonna watch some movies, set up her Xbox in the lounge room and play some games on their big screen. I think we're gonna set up some air mattresses in the lounge room, and we're gonna sleep on those, kinda like we're camping, you know what I mean? I think Sonia's getting some Chinese take out for dinner as well. I'm going to take my bathers, and we'll have a swim in the pool tomorrow. It's going to be radical!" Sue couldn't believe this was her sometimes sullen and increasingly withdrawn son gabbling on at her. The excitement in his voice was obvious. He was trying to sound calm, but it wasn't working very well. She had picked up on the fact that they were planning on sleeping in the same room together. That wasn't something she had anticipated. Fair enough, it was on two separate beds, but she had assumed they would just want seperate rooms, for the privacy that it would afford them when it came to the possibility of waking up wet. But she decided not to make a big thing out of it. It didn't sound like they'd really put a lot of thought into it, and Sue didn't want Dan to even consider what sleeping in the same room with a girl could lead too. She was sure that if they were planning on any hanky panky, then he would be trying to be more deceptive about it. The very fact that he had told her their plans, meant that their plans were probably just innocent. But she would have a quiet word to him before she left anyway. Really animated, Daniel continued chatting away during the drive. Not always about Amy, but it was sweet the way her name just popped up during his conversation. By the time they had gotten home, Sue knew all about Amy's preferred food, soft drink, music and games. It was the most Dan had spoken to her without being prodded to in months. Sue paid the driver, and they went inside. Once inside, Sue started to give instructions. "Righto my boy. Uncle Steve will be here in about 40 minutes. You need to get packed. She gave him the shopping bags containing the diapers that she had purchased earlier, but left on the floor behind a chair in the lounge, and told him to take them to his room. "Now listen Danny. I want you to take whatever protection you feel comfortable with to wear during the day. But I want you to wear some grown up ones tonight, okay? I don't care which ones, you can try one of these thicker pull ups if you don't want to wear the tape up one, but I want you to wear one of them, and take some spares as well, okay? Same with your Goodnights. Take some spares. If you do have an accident, I want you to be able to take care of it yourself, got it?" "That's cool mum. He looked at the packages. Did you know this is exactly what Amy wears too? She said they work pretty well." He wondered what his mum would say if she new he was wearing one already. He was kind of glad she didn't. Sue almost laughed, but again stifled it. Dan was sounding like the president of Amy's fan club. "Have a seat for a moment mate. I just want to talk to you for a moment." Dan sat down, kicking off his flip flops and crossing his legs, a quizzical look on his face. "Danny, you know I love you, and you know I trust you. Now I know that you understand all about the birds and the bees stuff, but hear me out here. You and Amy have only just met. You seem to have hit it off pretty well so far, but tread lightly son. I don't want to get any reports from Sonia that you kids were screwing around at all, got me? You have fun, but keep your hands to yourself. You're going to be trusted here, and be unsupervised for awhile, don't start doing stuff that you shouldn't do, alright? You know what I'm talking about. " "Jesus mum, calm down. We're going to have a sleepover and play games and stuff. We're only like 14 you realise." "14s old enough to get into trouble Dan, so behave yourselves okay. I mean it. Also, when you go upstairs, have a shower. Your feet are filthy." Dan looked reasonably abashed after this little speech. He agreed to behave, and after checking out his feet he said he'd have a quick shower as well. He picked up his diapers, and went upstairs to his room.
Chapter 27: Daniel entered his room, closing the door behind him. He dumped his new packages into the bed and opened them. He pulled out one of the tape on diapers, the same type that Amy was currently wearing, and had his first proper look at one. It was even bulkier than the thick pull up he had on now, and he marvelled at the feel of it. It had 2 tapes on each side, white and blue, and after reading the instructions, he figured out how it was supposed to go on. Dan thought he may actually try wearing one to bed later tonight. He knew that after all the soft drink he'd consumed today that wetting the bed tonight was probably inevitable. Under normal circumstances the thought of wearing such a conspicuous diaper, (a real diaper, with tapes and everything) would of made him cringe with embarrassment, but knowing that Amy would be wearing one emboldened him enough to overcome that. He put it down, and decided he had better start packing, but had no idea as to where he should start. Never having gone to a sleepover before, he didn't know what he should pack. When he'd stayed at his relatives houses before, his mum usually packed his stuff for him, just throwing some Goodnights and a change of clothes or two into a bag, and he guessed that was where he should start. But even his protection options had changed, and he now he had 3 different items to choose from. He opened up his wardrobe, and his drawers, and considered what he should pack. Would he sleep in pyjamas or sweat pants, should he take shoes and socks, or just wear his flip flops, would he need a jacket? Perhaps he should bring the book he was reading. They were planning on having a swim tomorrow, so what bathers would he need, and how many spare clothes should he take in case he DID have an unthinkable accident? He was all flustered, and couldn't concentrate long enough to make even the smallest decisions, and he needed to calm down. He thought that he knew how to accomplish that. Making sure his door was firmly closed, he stripped off his shorts, boxers and shirt, and padded around to his bedside drawer, from which he retrieved his light blue pacifier. He went back to the mirror, placing his dummy in his mouth immediately. He took a few deep breaths, then looked at his reflection, which showed a still young looking boy, wearing nothing but a big pull up while nervously sucking on a baby's pacifier. "I'm in control here," he said to the boy in the mirror, and slowly he felt himself calming down. He was aware that on the last two occasions that he'd done this, he had deliberately wet himself, but while he did feel an urge to pee now, he figured that being in control also meant holding on sometimes. He felt his heartbeat slowing as he sucked his paci, and his breathing calmed as well. He'd had this thought before, and again it crossed his mind, that perhaps sucking on his dummy was similar to the effects that grown ups got from smoking. Both his parents smoked, and on one level it absolutely disgusted him, but on another it intrigued him as well. He'd seen both his mum and dad be all worked up over stuff before, then going outside and lighting a cigarette, and suddenly becoming calmer. He wondered if his pacifier worked the same way with him. There was no way that he would ever take up the filthy habit, but when he grew up, he decided he would try it once, just to see if the effects were the same. Feeling in control once more, he resumed, or at least started packing. Right. Protection first. He decided he would take 3 Goodnights, 3 Molicare pull ups, plus the one he was wearing at the moment, and 2 of the real tape on nappies. It was probably excessive, but better to have too many than not enough. Next, sleepwear. He decided he would take his pyjama pants and wear those with a t-shirt. His PJ pants were a lot baggier than his sweat pants, and would conceal a bulky nappy easier. He threw into the bag the board shorts he had worn today. He'd wear those in the pool tomorrow, but put a clean pair on after he showered. Shoes. He'd take his sneakers but wear his flip flops. Socks. He always wore socks to bed, so he put in two pair of ankle height white sports socks. He packed 2 pairs of extra boxers, just in case, then decided to throw his sweat pants in as well. His backpack was pretty full by now, so he decided to leave his book at home. He couldn't see why he'd need it anyway, not with his little Catholic girl there to spend time getting to know. He looked around and found his phone charger on his desk. His phone was only half charged by now, so that was a necessity that got stuffed in on top. Satisfied with his efforts, even though if you judged by his bag that he was packing for a month long wilderness hike instead of just a slumber party, he decided to have his shower. He turned on the water, and while it was warming up, he slipped out of his pull up. He checked it thoroughly, and confirmed it was indeed still dry. Despite the amount of soft drink he'd had, and getting super desperate in the playground, he hadn't suffered a leak since he'd wet his "kiddie pull up" a bit at the hospital that morning. Even though he new he would wet during the night, he considered it to be a successful day. He put a hand under the running water and adjusted the temperature. As soon as the water hit his hand, he felt a spasm, and a squirt of pee shot out uncontrollably into the shower. "Oh shit!" He muttered, and quickly stepped under the water as his bladder gave way with no control over it at all. He sighed, but as his urine streamed out of him unassisted by effort, he admitted to himself it was better than doing it in his pants at least. Still dribbling a bit downstairs, he shampooed his hair, then put conditioner in, working it in deep. He liked to leave the conditioner in for a few minutes, so he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing, working on his grubby feet first. He preferred wearing flip flops over shoes when he could, but of course kept kicking them off and on all day, meaning his feet always got dirty afterwards. Still sucking on his pacifier, he leaned his head against the tiles, and his thoughts drifted straight to Amy. He couldn't stop thinking of how cute she looked in her long stripey socks and denim skirt. He scrubbed the grime off his legs, and washed under his arms. He thought of how it looked when he caught a glimpse of her nappy under her skirt when she had laid across her bed, and again when she had taken off her shoes and sat cross legged in front of him, fidgeting with her socked foot. He felt his boyhood suddenly stand to attention. He soaped himself up around his diaper area, aware that he needed to keep clean down there to prevent any rash from happening. But as he washed, he found himself thinking more about Amy, and how she had admitted wetting herself twice in his presence. Once in her room when she got nervous, and again while he hugged her when she cried. He hadn't even realised at first that he had taken himself in his hand while thinking about it, but when he remembered how she had looked all shy and sweet while saying "I wet myself a bit just now", and "I wet myself when I was crying", it suddenly overwhelmed him. Daniel had never before achieved a self induced orgasm. He'd had wet dreams before, but hadn't found climax by his own hand. But suddenly, a feeling that he had not ever encountered started in his lower belly, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over him. Before he knew what had happened, Dan had discovered the joys of self pleasuring.
Chapter 29: Amy's kitchen. The taxi had just pulled out of the driveway, and Sonia and her daughter were now alone. After the hectic dramas that had taken place over the last hour, peace and quiet returned to the household. Sonia and Amy started clearing the table, and a sense of normality returned. Sonia initiated the conversation. "So sweetheart, what big and exciting plans have you guys got for your first sleepover?" Amy was positively bubbling with excitement. It was a side of her that Sonia hadn't seen for some time. Growing up without a dad, with only her mother and stepsister in the house, Amy had always been a girlie girl when she was little, enjoying princess dresses, tutus, frilly frocks and feminine things like that. After her accident however, her attitude had gradually changed as she got older. She faced a lot of issues growing up, and as a result of her condition, had been forced to harden up a lot. Now she was forced into wearing dresses and skirts as a matter of convenience, and couldn't really wear jeans or shorts easily as they would make her underwear more noticeable, she had gradually started favouring darker tones. Plain denim was big, as was anything baggy and dark. She had started rebelling with her fashion choices, wanting multiple ear piercings and a nose ring. She wanted her navel pierced as well, but Sonia had balked at that, telling her daughter that wouldn't happen until she was at least 16. Her prized Barbie doll collection was untouched by her ninth birthday, and she started spending more and more time listening to music, and less time running around playing. The exception was swimming. She had started lessons at age 9, and it seemed like one thing that she would get motivated to do. She never wanted to swim competitively, but just enjoyed her lessons and time spent at their own pool, or the local public pool. Sonia assumed (correctly) that it was in part due to the fact that it was something Amy could do without worrying about wetting her pants. If her tummy played up, she would wear a swim diaper under some shorts, but was usually able to just get away with a regular one piece, or as she got older, a bikini. It was one activity she could enjoy without being diapered or worrying about having an accident in her pants. Sonia wouldn't have described her child as being "emo", "goth", or emotionally depressed, but she was definitely getting better at putting a wall up around her emotions, and putting a tough exterior out for the world to see. Sonia guessed it was sadly necessary in a way. But this Amy, the one in front of her now, seemed to have lowered her defences a bit. She was smiling and making silly jokes with her small talk, and was obviously excited. Her conversations kept having the words "Dan" or "Danny" peppered through them, and her happy mood was palpable. In response to her mothers question, she answered with enthusiasm. "I'm going to set the air beds up in the lounge, and we'll camp out in there. I'm gonna set my Xbox up so we can do some gaming, or we'll watch the TV. It should be fun! I'm going to set up some snacks and stuff, and we'll stay up late and just do whatever!" "It's the whatever that worries me darling. I don't know if it's a great idea for you to be sleeping in the same room....." "MUUUMMM!" She managed to drag that word out into at least 3 syllables. "Don't be stupid! We're just hanging out together. Nothing's gonna happen! Jeez! We are only 14 ya know? I've only known him for like a day. What sort of girl do you think I am? Besides, if we were gonna fool around, we'd just do it after you left!" She added this last remark with a big cheeky grin on her face, mock-challenging her mother to respond. "I know sweetie. I do trust you. But what happens if either of you wake up wet? Wouldn't you rather have some privacy?" "We'll probably both wake up wet mum. It's what makes this good. For the first time ever, we can both just relax and have a sleepover without worrying about other kids. It's not like we'll be changing in front of one another or anything, but it won't matter when we put our night diapers on. We won't have to try and hide them or anything. And it won't matter if we wet. Well for me, I should say when I wet. At least Dans got a chance of staying dry. I've got no chance have I?" With this, some of the bubbliness slipped away from her face. A harder tinge briefly shadowed her features again. It made Sonia's heart ache, seeing her beautiful daughter so easily slip out of her good mood. She understood what an emotional day it had been for Amy. First, her hopes for an easy fix for her incontinence had been dashed, then she had messed in her diaper. She hadn't done that for weeks, maybe a month or two even, and every time it happened, it really upset her. Amy had grudgingly accepted her wetting, but truly hated soiling herself. Amy's mother sighed. "Okay Amy. You win. I'll trust you guys. But please, don't let me down. Show me the same maturity with Dan that you have with your wetting, alright? I know you're a big girl now, but that's kind of what worries me sometimes. I just want you guys to have fun for once." Amy smiled at her mother, with a tear in her eye, "We'll be good mum. No yucky stuff. Thanks for trusting me, I love you so much." Suddenly a bit teary herself, she said "I love you too Amy. I just don't want bad things happening to you." An uncomfortable silence threatened, so to quickly avoid it, Sonia asked, "So how are you going today? Do you need to change yet?" Amy answered without hesitating. "I did wet myself earlier mummy, at the park, then a bit more when we got back. I'll need to change soon." "What about your tummy? How's that holding up? No more yucky mess?" "No mummy. Since this morning I haven't needed to go, at least until now. I can feel a bit of a need to poo again now, but I can control it again." "Well why don't you leave the tidying up to me, go to the toilet, then get changed. Dan will be back soon." "Thanks mum!" And with that, Amy left the room. Sonia had a smile on her face. Her tough as nails daughter still regressed to calling her "mummy" whenever they discussed her nappy use. Sonia didn't even think that Amy realised that she did it. But Sonia knew by now that if "mummy" slipped out, it meant her daughter needed to change. Earlier on today, they had gone to her office and Amy waited in the car. Sonia was only inside for perhaps 6-7 minutes, and when she had returned, Amy had been sitting very still, and on the verge of tears. When she had asked her daughter what was wrong, the first thing Amy had said was "Mummy....", and straight away Sonia knew that her girl had either had a big pee leak, or soiled herself. As strange as it may seem, Sonia found it cute and endearing when her daughter called her mummy, even if it usually meant the worst had happened. She would never point it out to Amy though. Amy didn't go for being cute. When Sonia had pointed out her habit of putting her thumb in her mouth subconsciously when she wet, Amy had made a concerted effort not to do it anymore. Leaving her mum in the kitchen, Amy went to the toilet. She removed her skirt, to provide better access to her diaper tapes. She hung her skirt on a hook on the door, and undid the tapes, catching her nappy before it could fall on the floor making a splat sound. She hated that sound. She sat on the toilet, naked from the waist down apart from her long socks. She had caught Dan staring at her socks a few times today. That was one reason that she had taken her shoes off at the playground, she had wanted to see if he reacted to the sight of her socks. She hadn't been disappointed. He had obviously liked them. She didn't really understand it, but she still kinda did. Wearing socks or pantyhose without shoes always made her feel kind of sexy in a way, so she supposed that boys must like it as well. She felt her bowels rumble, and soon after managed to poop normally. No diahreea. At least that episode was finished with for the time being. She picked up her nappy and inspected it. There were no embarrassing skid marks in it, which sometimes happened when her tummy acted up. But it was really wet though. She knew she had wet a little bit in her room with Dan before they went for their walk. Then she had wet herself by accident at the playground. She didn't think it had of been really big, but she couldn't always tell. When they had gotten back home, and Dans mum was on the phone to his uncle, and everyone had been focused on her conversation, Amy had taken the opportunity to do a "pre-emptive " strike, and empty her bladder discreetly while everyone had been distracted. If she had of been dry, she would of gone to the loo, but as she was already wet, she chose to use her nappy instead. She was still concerned whether or not it might mean she was indeed lazy, but she'd been choosing to use her nappy for convenience sometimes for years, ever since her mum had told her it was alright to do so. She finished her business, cleaned herself, stood up and flushed. She put her skirt back on, then went into what she thought of as "her" bathroom, where she washed her hands after bagging then disposing of her nappy in the bin under the sink that had a secure lid and a scented liner. The feeling of walking around without a diaper, or even underpants on was exhilarating, but still made her nervous. She wouldn't stay like this for long. She retrieved a wash cloth that she kept stashed under the sink where it couldn't be accidentally mistaken for a face washer, ran some warm water on it, then hitched her skirt up with her left hand while she thoroughly wiped her entire lower area, front and back with it. Her mind turned to Dan. She had butterflies in her tummy. He was so sweet and nice. He acted protectively towards her, showed her compassion, and didn't give a damn about her incontinence. She thought he was very cute as well. He was slightly chubby in the belly, but that made him cuddly! She retrieved a big tube of nappy cream from the cupboard. Nappy rash was a constant war Amy fought. She tried her hardest not to stay wet for longer than necessary, and always used lots of creams or powder. Thankfully, she was rash free at present. She squirted the cream into her fingertips, accidentally using more than she had intended too. Again she used her left hand to hold up her skirt. Still thinking about how cute Dan looked, she started applying the generous amount of anti rash cream front and back. As she rubbed it in, her thoughts about Dan turned to his diapers. She hadn't seen him wet himself yet, but she knew she wanted to. She figured if he would use his diaper around her, it would somehow put them on a more equal footing. As she applied the cream, making sure it was rubbed in properly, she imagined how he would look and react if he wet himself. She would like to find out. She felt a shiver run through her. Her thoughts of Dan wetting his nappy had made her lotion application intensify. Suddenly, she stopped, gritting her teeth and curling her toes as a wave of pure pleasure washed over her. "Oh Dan" she whispered. A few minutes later she was in her room, deciding to wear a pull up instead of a full nappy this time. As she reached under the bed, she found Dans "kiddie pull up" stashed there. She ran her fingers through it, picturing him wearing this and nothing else. She liked the image her brain produced. As she pulled her pull up on, she was aware of how tingly she felt down there. Edited April 2, 2016 by Barry (see edit history)
Chapter 30: Dan started hurrying down the stairs. At the halfway point, they did a U-turn and doubled back on themselves before reaching the ground floor. Dan was approaching the bend, he looked over the railing and saw his uncle Steve standing next to his mother at the front door, an overnight bag sitting at their feet. He started to call out a greeting to his uncle, but as he spoke, he came to a startling realisation. His pacifier was still in his mouth, and he hadn't noticed. Moving like a ninja assassin, he spun around and dropped to his knees, throwing the bag onto the steps in front of him with one hand, and spitting his pacifier into the other hand all in one fluid motion. He quickly fumbled with the zip, before managing to slide it back far enough to stuff his paci into. "Hey Danny boy! Whatcha doing mate? Are you ready or not?" Steve enquired. "Hang on a sec, just making sure I've got my phone charger," came Dans reply. "Yeah, it's here, I'm good." Feeling his pulse start to slow from the explosive pace it had shot up to when he had realised that he was about to walk in on his mother and uncle with his dummy in his mouth, and feeling a light sweat on his back, the boy managed to compose himself enough to run down and give his uncle a hug. Dan loved his uncle Steve and his partner Alex, and genuinely enjoyed their company. "Ready for your big sleep over are you matey? Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" "It's not likely uncle Steve. Amy's a girl after all!" While Sue shrieked in abject mortification at Dans joke, both he and Steve cracked up laughing and hugged again. It was one of the things Dan loved about him. They teased each other mercilessly, and nothing was off limits, except Dans incontinence problems of course. "Steve, give us a minute will you? Be there shortly. I just need to have a word with my apparently rude son!" Steve laughed and walked to his car, a newish Toyota. "Have you packed everything smarty pants? Are you taking some adult stuff like I asked?" Dan pulled open the waistband of his shorts and boxers, exposing the wide elastic waistband of the pull up. "Yeah mum. I'm even wearing one now, just in case. They feel comfy but sorta bulky." "Wow sweetie! I really couldn't tell! You don't look any different whatsoever. I don't think anyone could notice that at all." "Hope not mum," said Dan, mentally chuckling to himself that his mum at least couldn't tell he'd been wearing this same diaper earlier. "Remember our talk Danny, and remember I love you." "Me too mum." "By the way, I tried calling your dad to tell him how we went at the doctors today, but he mustn't have service. So I sent him an e-mail, and told him all about it, and Jackie as well. I'd be surprised if he didn't know about her already though, as I'm sure she's been leaving messages for her husband by now." With that, they left the house. Dan got in the back of the car, and Steve and Sue started talking. Comparing their separate conversations with Jackie, what they'd do when they got there, and a dozen other boring topics all at once. First of all Steve stopped at an ATM. Then at a deli for travel snacks and drinks, then finally a gas station. By this time Sue was getting frustrated. "You do realise you could have gotten cash and food here, don't you?" "Their foods crap, and I refuse to pay a fee for not using my banks ATM" Steve replied. "It's a rip off!" "I'm going to need smokes" Sue muttered as Steve started to fill the car, so she got out and went inside the shop. While Steve was filling the car, Dan thought about what Amy had told him about doing a "pre-emptive" strike. He wondered if he'd ever be either brave or desperate enough to attempt one. He could see the logic behind it, and the thought of being in control of when and where he peed was attractive. He wondered if he could pee now if he chose to. He'd only peed in the shower not half an hour ago, but the massive amount of cordial he'd consumed today was still working through his system. Steve hung up the pump, then opened the engine bay to check his oil and water. Before the hood went up, Dan saw his mother waiting inside, in a queue of people at the register. He knew he had time to try. He took a deep breath and released it. He spread his legs slightly, and concentrated on his bladder. He did feel a slight need building up. It certainly wasn't urgent, and he did need to focus to feel it properly, but it was there. He COULD pee if he chose too. Shaking slightly, he left his legs spread, and then relaxed his holding muscles. At first nothing happened. Then, he felt his boyhood spasm, and a hot dribble trickled out. There wasn't enough pressure built up to force a stream, but suddenly he was freely dribbling in his nappy, feeling the warm pee run over his balls in a little stream, before momentarily pooling under his butt, before being drawn into the soft, absorbent material in his pull up. He didn't pee hard, but did produce a constant dribble for at least 10 seconds, before gradually tapering off to nothing. He clenched his muscles, causing his privates to twitch, forcing a last squirt out. Dan had just successfully had his first ever pre-emptive diaper pee. He'd wet himself on purpose. Not long after Sue had returned, having paid for the fuel at the same time. She gave her brother instructions on how to get to Sonia's place, and they took off again, the grown ups chattering away in the front. It was nothing more than white noise to Daniel though. He was sitting quietly in the back, filled with his own conflicting thoughts and feelings. He didn't know what to think. Only half an hour ago he had achieved a true milestone of growing up, when he experienced the full feelings of self pleasurement in his shower. This was after spending the day with a real girl, a girl he was sure he already had feelings for. The same girl that had, unknowingly to her thankfully, led him into the path of adulthood he had discovered while showering. But the next thing he did was put on a diaper, talk to his old stuffed monkey, telling it he was growing up at last, right before he was so very nearly caught using a pacifier, and not long before he wet himself on purpose in the back seat of his uncles car. As confused as he was, the irony of the situation was not lost on him. If he didn't have his big sleepover looming large in his immediate future, he may have given it more thought. But for now, all he could think about was seeing Amy again.
Chapter 31: Steve pulled into the driveway, parking behind Sonia's Honda. Grabbing his bag and shoes, Dan followed the adults to the front door. He had lagged back a bit, suddenly worried he may have leaked when he peed sitting down. The small amount he'd released would have been adequately handled by his normal Goodnights, so the Molicare should have no problems, but he knew that peeing while seated was generally riskier. He quickly ran his hand all over his backside and between his legs, and was relieved to find he was perfectly dry. His diaper didn't even feel wet on his skin. It had absorbed his trickle completely, and drawn nearly all the moisture away. This was his first experience with wetting an adult diaper, and he was absolutely amazed at the difference between his regular pull ups. His Goodnights worked well in stopping leaks, but always felt wet afterwards, especially since he had grown and was peeing more. But these grown up ones obviously held a huge amount more. As he'd practiced with wetting his "kiddie pull ups" before wearing them to school, he'd have to practice and experiment with these as well. If they could handle a large, full wetting, or multiple leaks like he'd just done on purpose, he may actually consider wearing these to school. He would experiment he decided. Before they got to the door, Amy opened it, looking out expectantly. "Hi again" she exclaimed, "I thought I'd heard a car!" Sue though to herself with a smile, "She's as bad as Danny! She's been waiting by the door for him. I think these kids of ours have definitely found something with each other. I hope it goes okay...." She let the thought trail off. Soon, Sue, Steve and Sonia were talking in the dining room, making small talk and catching up. Amy led Dan to the lounge, where he deposited his heavy, bulging backpack. "Did ya bring enough gear Catholic boy? It looks like your moving in!" Dan smiled, a teeny bit embarrassed. "Not used to this type of thing, didn't know what to pack really," Amy just laughed, "I'm only stirring Dan, don't panic." She clapped her hands in an overly exaggerated fashion "I can't believe this, we are gonna have sssoooo much fun aren't we?" Her voice lowered,"I found your little pull up under my bed. Did your mum find out you'd changed?" Dan said no, but told Amy how he was wearing the big pull up still, and his mum knew now he had one on,"She thinks it's one of my new ones though," he remarked. "I can't wait for you to REALLY try it out Dan. You'll be so surprised how much better they are compared with what you're used to. You're going to have to use one to test it eventually so you can see for yourself." He whispered back,"Ummm, I already kinda have. I did one of your pre-emptive strikes in it when we stopped for petrol." Amy looked at Dan with amazement. "You did? I thought you wouldn't do that! I couldn't make you try it this afternoon!" Dan was blushing furiously. He couldn't believe he'd just admitted to Amy that he had not only wet himself, but he'd done it on purpose. The funny thing is, while he did feel some embarrassment, he found that he really didn't mind it too much. "I guess I just felt strange about using it in front of you. I was alone in the car when I wet it, so it wasn't as bad." He paused before asking "What about you, have you, I mean are you, you know, like...did you wet yours again?" "I wet earlier when we were all outside " she admitted. "But I got changed after you left. I've got a pull up on now, I'll save the big nappy for bed tonight." He couldn't believe just how open and candid Amy could be about her diapers. He himself really badly wanted to talk all about them, but still found it a difficult topic to talk about. Perhaps later when they had some privacy he'd be able to talk more openly. "One thing for sure Danny boy, I want you to try it out later. You don't have to use it in front of me of course, but you can go into the toilet or something, but you'll have to try it. You'll have to change before bed, so it would be a shame if you didn't experiment with it. Mine hold 3 or 4 decent wees without a problem. What do you reckon? Try it later?" He couldn't believe he had only been here for 5 minutes, and they were already talking so openly about their diapers, but he wasn't complaining. He'd spent so long trying to ignore his problem and not discuss it with anyone, he felt the time was finally right to open up. There was so much he just couldn't talk to his mum about, and questions about diapers and things she couldn't answer anyway. He was so happy there was someone else, an equal, who wouldn't judge him and would openly talk about it without him feeling like a baby or an invalid. He decided he would use his diaper later. His thoughts were interrupted by his mothers voice calling to him. The kids found the adults still standing near the door. Sue pulled her son off to one side. "We've gotta go now mate. Are you sure your okay? Got everything?" For just the briefest of moments, Dan thought he may cry, but thankfully the feeling passed quickly. Even though he was a big kid of 14, this was the first time he was ever going to spend the night without some form of his family around. He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared. He knew it was irrational, but he couldn't help it. Telling himself it was only for one night, he quickly pulled himself together. Sue had dug a $50 note out of her purse, and was handing it to him. "Here you go sweetie. Don't bloody lose it, ok? And remember our talk, and behave yourself!" Dan realised his mum was on the verge of tears as well. He accepted the money, and without warning wrapped her in a big hug, and kissed her cheek. Thanks mummy, I mean mum. We'll behave ourselves. I love you. And tell Jackie I hope she's ok." Smiling now, surprised by the unasked for kiss, and amused by the slip of the tongue causing the word "mummy" to spill from his lips, she returned the gesture and stood up. Goodbyes were again given, and Sue and Steve left. Feeling just a touch miserable for a brief moment, Dan composed himself quickly. This was no time to be feeling sad, his first ever sleepover had officially begun!

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