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A Beauty Under Pressure
Persona 5 fanfiction by MasterXploder
Commissioned by Infecteddeer12
With thanks to Sake for editing
Warning: Contains story spoilers past the fifth palace
"Well then, we will now begin today's panel."
The audience of students inside Shujin Academy’s auditorium fell silent as Makoto spoke into the microphone from the stage. It was a tad stuffy for an October afternoon, especially with everyone crammed together, but nobody paid it any mind while they looked towards the stage.
“Our guest of honor is Goro Akechi,” continued Makoto, glancing to the podium where the young ace detective resided.
Akechi gave a sheepish smile to the whole crowd as he spoke. “I feel kind of bad, considering how many people have gathered. I’m sure you all would’ve been happier to have a singer or a mascot appear, wouldn’t you say?”
The audience broke out in laughter, but Makoto remained stoic. “We’d appreciate it if you could tell us about your experience with the notorious Phantom Thieves. It’d be wonderful if you could let us hear more about your actual investigative process.”
Her words could not have been any truer, not just for the students but for the Phantom Thieves themselves. Perhaps no one in the audience was more eager to know than Haru Okumura, who sat only a couple rows from the front. As the Thieves’ newest member, she had just as much to lose as the rest, especially now when they had officially been deemed criminals. The public had turned against them seemingly overnight, and the police were hot on their heels with their investigations.
With them treading such dangerous waters, Haru certainly had a lot to worry about, to say nothing of another recent major event. Only a couple weeks had passed since she lost her father, the CEO of a worldwide food brand and the most recent target for the Phantom Thieves. Whether they were truly to blame for his demise remained to be seen, but it still weighed heavily on her mind, even if it didn’t leave her grieving as much as she expected. She needed to learn the truth of what had really happened, so she would do her best as the gang’s self-proclaimed Beauty Thief.
“Mmm…” Speaking of things weighing heavily on her, Haru crossed one leg over the other, her frown deepening a tad. In all the rush and suspense leading up to the panel today, she had been fully focused on her duty. A little too much, it seemed, for she had completely forgotten to tend to other important things, namely using the ladies’ room at a reasonable interval. In fact, the last time she had actually been in the bathroom that day was… well, too long ago, if the signals from her bladder were any indication.
It was a most unwelcome distraction, but she definitely couldn’t do anything about it right now, not when they might finally get some answers from Akechi. Makoto was giving it her best shot to pry something out of him, though he remained tight-lipped in his weirdly friendly manner as usual. The least she could do was give the panel her undivided attention, even if it was more divided than she desired.
“Mako-chan’s really pressing for an answer,” she whispered to Futaba, the other Phantom Thief sitting next to her. It might have been stating the obvious, but anything to keep her focused on the truly pressing matter at hand.
“She’s pelting him with questions,” replied Futaba. For a moment, Haru wondered if her friend was doing the same thing to stay on task. Maybe she would have somebody to visit the bathroom with once this was over…
Haru shook her head. Another distracting thought she didn’t need, especially if it made her bladder send off another unpleasant throb. Her legs tightened in response, and she let out another faint whimper, but quickly tried to turn her attention back to the stage.
“...If the Phantom Thieves are the ones I know of, I can’t possibly imagine they would kill anyone.”
Both Haru and Futaba gasped simultaneously. There was no way she could let herself be distracted now, not after such a dramatic and bold line from Akechi.
On-stage, Makoto was quick to the response. “Your comment just now… Does this mean the police have already identified who they are?”
“Oh, no.” Akechi frowned. “The police haven’t gotten that far yet, but I have my own conclusions about the true identities of the Phantom Thieves.”
In an instant, the auditorium was abuzz with excited murmurs and whispers. Haru even thought she could hear Ryuji blurting something out from the railings above the bleachers.
“He’s lying, right?” she asked, not quite able to comprehend it herself.
Futaba shook her head. “But if it’s the truth…”
Haru could feel her heart fluttering in her chest with anxiety, a feeling not unlike the first time she accidentally stepped into the Metaverse itself. So many questions and worries filled her mind, yet all she could do was sit and wait for the answers to reveal themselves.
“I’d like to ask you then,” spoke Makoto, “Who do you think the Phantom Thieves are, Akechi-san?”
Akechi looked Makoto right in the eyes. “They’re people you all know quite well. The identity of the Phantom Thieves are-”
Suddenly, several beeps went off over the microphone. Akechi dug into his pockets and pulled out his phone.
“Oh, it’s mine,” he said with a sheepish smile, “I apologize for the interruption, but I can’t turn off my phone due to my job. Would you mind if I step away for about ten minutes or so?”
The excitement in the air immediately turned into frustration and disappointment, but Haru couldn’t blame anybody. Those same feelings plagued her as well, almost making her wish for the anxiety in her heart again.
She sighed and looked down at her crossed legs. Maybe there was a silver lining to this, she realized. Ten minutes was enough time to get up, quickly use the nearby bathrooms, and be seated before Akechi likely returned. That way, she could give this dilemma the attention it deserved. Being rid of this pressure would be quite nice, too.
But just when she made her mind up, Haru’s phone buzzed from inside her jacket. At the same time, Futaba pulled her own phone out, and Haru knew it couldn’t be coincidence and did the same.
She had a text from Makoto in the Thieves’ group chat. “Akechi wants us to meet with him. PE faculty room. Please hurry.”
“M-meet with Akechi-kun?” Haru’s heart sank. Out of the corner of her ear, she definitely heard Ryuji exclaim something.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Futaba stared at her own screen. “Is he gonna try using police interrogation techniques on us? Ugh, I don’t have a pushpin on me, either!”
Haru raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask. Futaba could be… interesting sometimes. “I don’t know, but we should meet up right away.”
“Maybe I can just bite my tongue really hard,” mumbled Futaba before putting her phone away and standing up. “Alright, lead the way, Haru!” she declared with a fierce look in her eyes.
Giving a nod, Haru uncrossed her legs and stood up, wincing a little from her bloated bladder shifting. Only now did she realize her plan to pee during this break would not be happening, but again, she couldn’t complain. Something far more important had come up, and she had a duty to see it through no matter what.
And she thought she had a lot on her plate before.
Haru stood in the hallway outside the auditorium, her arms crossed and head tilted as she was lost in thought yet again. The meeting with Akechi had come and gone, but she was still trying to process what it would mean for the Thieves. Though she hadn’t been a part of them for long, it seemed like every time they tried to find a way out of their problems, they only ended up even deeper in trouble. Once again, all they could do was try and find some way to occupy themselves while they awaited whatever new development was in store for them.
"Oh?"
Right as she thought this, Haru rediscovered something that she definitely could devote her current time to: finding the nearest bathroom. Looking around to make sure nobody could see her, Haru placed a hand to her groin and rubbed one leg in front of the other. In all the drama, she had somehow forgotten all about her toilet troubles until now.
This was nothing new to her; growing up as a trophy daughter for a powerful CEO forced her to learn how to appear perfect and proper at all times. Holding her pee for much longer than she ever wanted was part of this, as even asking to use the bathroom was something her father frowned upon deeply when in the presence of other rich, high-class socialites. Eventually, she learned to hide the pain of a full bladder as well as all the other grief of her upbringing.
But she wasn't at another gathering full of snooty adults. This was a public school with kids who (hopefully) wouldn’t judge her or her family over this. If she had to pee, there was nothing stopping her from making for the bathroom and relieving herself like a sensible person.
"Hey."
At least, there hadn’t been.
"Hmm?" Haru quickly stood up proper and turned to the person approaching her. She had already picked up the faint smell of coffee and curry to know who it was. "Oh, Ren-kun!" she spoke with a soft smile.
He didn’t say anything, but his own smile told her enough. It always struck her as funny how he was able to say so much with so little. That’s probably why he was their leader, after all.
Haru had to admit, despite Ren just being a high school kid, she felt a desire to impress him, unlike all those snobs her father would make her talk to. She had to prove herself capable as the newest Phantom Thief in his eyes, and if that meant holding it in just a little longer, she would gladly bear that burden.
At least they weren’t going anywhere too important now. The school’s culture festival was just about over, with only an afterparty left on the schedule. It sounded like the sort of casual event Haru needed to help her calm down from today’s drama, and now that Ren was here, there was no need to delay any further.
“Shall we get going?” she asked. “I’ve never actually been to the afterparty before. It sounds like it could be good fun!”
Ren simply nodded.
“Alright, that was a great performance by the dance club! Everybody give them another round of applause!”
The MC of the post-festival party’s voice came loud and clear (but mostly loud) through the gym’s speakers. The audience did as instructed, a few handfuls of claps to highlight how much smaller the crowd was compared to the Akechi panel. At least the applause sounded genuine enough, Haru supposed.
Truthfully, she found it difficult to focus on the performance, which made her feel a bit down. The way they had moved reminded her of her ballet lessons, specifically where she was constantly told to move as though she were water coursing through a river, gentle but capable of becoming a powerful and unyielding rush at a moment’s notice. Right now, that was the last thing she wanted to be reminded of.
“Mmm…” she moaned a little, her thoughts having triggered another painful pulse from her bladder. With every signal, her regret for passing up her chance to pee only grew. It was a good thing she stood near the wall where most of the students would not be focused. She feared that their judging eyes might make her need feel twice as bad.
“Something wrong?” Of course, this still left the one person standing next to her.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Yet again, Haru forced herself into a relaxed stance and looked to Ren. “I, er, just can’t stop thinking about what Akechi-kun said.” It wasn’t a complete lie, she guessed. It still lingered in the back of her mind, even if much more pressing matters demanded her attention now.
“It’ll be alright,” he replied in his soothing voice. “We’ll pull through this like we always do.”
Haru put a hand to her mouth and giggled, despite her bladder wishing she didn’t. “It feels like nothing bad could ever happen when you say that.” This was the whole truth; even while bursting to go and with a lifetime of incarceration hanging above her head, Haru was more at ease than she would have ever guessed.
“And now, it’s time for your favorite Shujin tradition: the Student Sharing Special!”
“Sharing?” Haru and Ren both looked back to the stage with raised eyebrows. “I never knew we had such an event.” Once more, Haru’s curiosity and modesty proved stronger than her common sense. As a third-year student, this would be her last chance to find out; she simply had to stay.
“Alright, who has something to say? Anyone, anyone!?” The crowd buzzed with excitement, but nobody seemed to respond to the MC’s call. “No? I’ll just have to pick someone then!”
“Ooh, he’s going to choose?” Haru looked over to Ren. “I wonder who it will be?” She had the silly idea of Ren being the one chosen and barely saying any words, yet still captivating the whole audience. Then again, with his criminal record, that would likely just be wishful thinking.
“How about that fluffy-haired girl over there!? I choose you!”
“Huh!?”
Both Ren and Haru looked back to the stage, finding that some of the crowd were glancing expectantly in their direction. Already, Haru’s heart quivered from the attention, sending signals to make her bladder squeeze harder. If not for her upbringing, she likely would have put her hands to her legs just now.
Instead, Haru nervously looked back to Ren. “He’s talking to me, isn’t he?” she asked, already knowing the answer. How many other girls in this school had hair as poofy as hers, after all?
“It’s ‘cause you’re cute,” Ren replied with the straightest face imaginable.
“Oh!” As if Haru needed anything else to make her heart beat faster, and now she had a light blush to add to her sheepish complexion. She wanted to say something back, but all thought of forming a coherent reply had flown out the window.
“Come, come. Everyone’s waiting!” The MC’s voice reminded her of the bigger issue anyway. Right after, she could hear some of the students clapping and beckoning her as well.
Her first instinct was to say no and back out of the auditorium as quickly as possible. How could she go on-stage with all these thoughts in her head? Especially not on a bursting bladder, which only felt heavier with this new stress.
But as she looked at the eyes of all the students hoping for her to take the stage, the simple word would not leave her lips. Even now as a Phantom Thief, it seemed her new rebellious spirit had given way to her desire to please everybody, if just for this one moment.
“I’ll… I’ll go.” She lifted a hand to her chest and nodded to Ren.
“You sure about that?” He tilted his head.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve had to deal with situations like these before. This shouldn’t be too bad. Maybe even a little f-fun!”
Haru didn’t quite believe the last line, but turned and made for the stage. She kept a smile on the outside, but it did little to quell the worries within. It especially didn’t help her need to pee, growing stronger with each little step she took. Her hands remained held together in front of her hips as she walked, applying a gentle pressure to help stem the tide, for the little good it did.
“And your name is?” asked the MC as she climbed the stairs, but his eyes grew wide once she finally reached the microphone. “Wait, you’re Okumura-san!?”
“Um, yes…” Haru looked out at the audience, their collective gaze focused entirely on her. As she feared, their stares filled her stomach with butterflies, which did her bladder no favors. She wanted to rub her legs together, maybe even shift from one foot to the other, but so many judgmental eyes on her kept them rooted on the platform. The only silver lining was that Ren had taken a seat in the front row, his presence a welcome relief in a sea of emotion.
To her surprise, the students applauded her, with even a couple cheering her on. Did she have more friends and well-wishers than she knew, perhaps? It was a comforting thought, if not a likely one.
“U-Uhhh…” She wasn’t the only nervous one on the stage anymore. “I’m sure you’re, um… still grieving,” the MC spoke, his voice lacking a bit of his usual bluster. “My, um, deepest apologies.”
“Oh, please don’t worry!” She replied. As desperate and nervous as she was, she did not wish this pain on anyone else.
The MC paused before nodding. “So uh, do you have anything you’d like to share with us?”
I really need the ladies’ room! was the first thing that came to mind, but Haru knew better. Unfortunately, it was the only major thought in her head at the moment. “Something to share… I have too many things,” she lied, her eyes darting among the crowd.
“Errr…” The MC scratching his head. “Here, let me give you a question, then: Do you think the Phantom Thieves are really Shujin students?”
“Huh!?”
It was the wrong question at the wrong time. Caught off-guard, Haru nearly jumped in surprise. This, unfortunately, had a much worse effect on her than she could have expected. Right as her foot returned to the ground, a bit of urine took its chance to slip through her compromised hold. The faintest wet feeling registered in her mind, keeping Haru’s eyes wide open and heart pounding away.
Unaware of her little leak, the audience let out a series of scandalous “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s”, some of them leaning in so as not to miss a juicy take from someone of such high esteem.
“I mean, they are, uh… your father’s killers,” said the MC. “We’re all dying to know what Akechi-kun was going to say about their true identities.” He leaned in, having apparently forgotten the definition of tact. “So, are they from Shujin? What do you think, Okumura-san?”
“Erm…Well...” Haru could feel sweat forming on her brow, her body betraying her underlying panic. How could she even think of a proper response now, especially when she could be on the verge of peeing herself in front of the whole school? All she could think of was how badly she needed to get off the stage right now, before she could humiliate herself in any number of ways, nearly all of them involving staining her tights and undergarments.
“Please date me!”
“Huh?” For a moment, Haru forgot about all her troubles in the face of such a bold proclamation. She looked to the person who stood and yelled this, only to discover it was none other than Ren himself.
“Ohoo!” The MC quickly responded. “Like a hot knife through butter, a proposal cuts through the silence!”
“W-wait!” Haru looked with wide-opened eyes at Ren’s unflinching stare. Was he seriously confessing to her now, of all times? This couldn’t be for real, right? Surely there was some underlying reason to his outburst.
“So, Okumura-san! What’s your relation to this guy?” the MC asked above the crowd’s cheering.
“Th-that wasn’t what we were talking about!” said Haru, shaking her head to hide the growing blush on her face.
“My, she’s quite flustered! Is this a hot scoop?” He turned back to the audience. “But I’m a gentleman. It hurts my heart to bully such a sweet girl!”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, the faint hope that she was about to leave the stage lit up. Please let me go now, she begged, I can’t take this any longer!
“Well, did you all enjoy your blushing beauty? Thank you very much, Okumura-san!”
While the audience groaned, Haru could not feel more relieved. “Th-thank you very much!” she quickly muttered into the mic before turning and departing.
If Ren was expecting her to come right back to him, Haru had to disappoint. Stepping off the stage, she made a break for the doors leading out of the auditorium and into the adjacent halls. As the door shut behind her and she was free from all the many stares, Haru finally abandoned all traces of elegance, shoving both hands right into her groin and locking her legs together from the knees up.
“Oohhh,” she moaned in pain. The stress had affected her poor bladder far worse than she could have anticipated. She had reached her limit, and could not put off her needs any longer. She was going to pee very soon, with or without her consent.
With another whimper, Haru forced herself to walk down the hall, her goal being the closest bathroom. Just a couple corners to turn and she would be there, free to pee at long last. But with every step taken, she felt her hold slipping away and failure seeming more inevitable.
Just keep walking, she told herself, One step in front of the other. You have to hold on, you have to… aaah!
Suddenly, that small wetness from before grew to a frightening size, forcing her to a complete stop. She could feel it on her fingertips, the spurt having gone through her underwear and into her tights, a single drop even sliding down one leg.
“No, no, no!” Haru clamped her entire body down as hard as she could, pushing her hips back to the point that she was nearly doubled over. Her eyelids shut so hard, she could feel tears trying to push through from all the physical and emotional pressure inside.
It wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. She could not take another step without giving up the last bit of strength needed to keep it all in. This was it for her; no escape from a miserable fate, only this one would be brought all on herself. “I… I’m gonna…”
“Haru?”
“H-Huh?” She could only open her eyes and look to both the voice and approaching footsteps. Not only was Ren here but Makoto as well, both looking full of worry at their pained friend.
“W-what’s wrong?” Makoto walked up to her, hands reaching out. “Ren told me you weren’t looking good, but…”
“I…” Unable to form any other speech, Haru’s eyes darted between her friends. While Makoto still contained a hint of fear in her eyes, Ren’s changed to one of epiphany, as if to say “Wait, is she about to…?”
Their looks were the last thing needed to break her. Haru could only gasp as she felt her strength fully give out.
It began slowly enough, just a slight dribble spreading throughout her undergarments until they were fully saturated at the crotch. From there, if one were positioned underneath her, they could see a small wet patch suddenly spread out from her tights, like dark tendrils snaking across the white fabric. They reached out in every way possible as they made their way down, covering her thighs, legs, feet, and even her rump thanks to the angle of her body. Even with so much moving within the confines of her leggings, even more shot straight through at the crotch, creating an erratic stream surrounded by broken drops all falling straight to the wooden floor.
Such a waterfall of off-color gold inevitably led to a noisy piddle once it met the ground, forming a puddle that did not take long to spread from foot to foot. It was here that all three present lowered their heads and were awakened to the truth, most of all Haru. A rich girl of high esteem was peeing herself in the school hallway like a toddler.
“Aaah!?” Makoto clapped her hands to her mouth and took a step back out of shock. Ren did as well, averting his gaze so as to give her a modicum of privacy in such a disgraceful moment. Not that it did much good, with both the faint smell of urine and the noises of both pee hitting the ground and the hiss coming from the source.
Haru couldn't respond, her whole body having gone rigid from sheer embarrassment. All she could manage were shallow breaths, punctuated occasionally with a whimper when she felt the gross, warm wetness taint another part of her.
Her accident seemed to go on forever, yet it was over as quickly as it began. Her stream died off with only residual drops falling to the large puddle, testament that she had reached the very limits of her large capacity.
“Oh… Ooohhh…” Haru’s moans were filled with emotion, the relief of having an empty bladder again mixed with the humiliation of it all going into her clothes in front of her friends. She looked with wide, vulnerable eyes at her friends. How was she ever going to explain herself, especially when the verge of tears? "I'm… so sorry…"
To her surprise, Makoto was quick to gently lay her hands on Haru's shoulders and offer a smile. "Hey, it's okay. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can talk." She then looked to Ren and asked, "Can you look for a custodian? I need to get Haru-chan to the nurse's office."
Ren simply nodded.
From there, Haru let herself be led on a walk of shame to the infirmary. Every step felt uncomfortable, from the cold cling of her tights to the squish in her shoes, and the lingering smell only made it worse. She kept her head low, not wanting to even know if there were others pointing and gawking at her. If there were, at least they were keeping quiet about it.
The next few minutes went by in a blur for her. She remembered entering the office and the nurse not being in, then the embarrassment that was stripping out of her bottoms and scrubbing up with a washcloth. Now, she sat on a bed behind a curtain, her legs bare and clad in a spare pair of emergency panties, ready to sulk in her shame for the rest of time, or at least until her servant arrived with a fresh change of clothes.
“How are you feeling?”
Haru perked up and looked to Makoto as she stepped around the curtain. “I… don’t know what to say.”
“That’s fair. It wasn’t the best question, given the circumstances.” Makoto glanced to the empty part of the bed. “May I take a seat?”
“Um… s-sure.” Haru scooched over and let Makoto sit down, feeling the mattress sink next to her. She kept her glance affixed to her stained clothes draped over a rack nearby. It was easier to stare at this reminder of her accident than it was to look at her friend right now.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“Huh?” This was enough to make Haru make eye contact.
“Let’s be honest, things have not been easy for everyone, especially not today,” started Makoto, “But even so, I should have reached out to you, at least remind you that we’re all here to support each other.”
“Oh, please don’t apologize, Mako-chan,” said Haru, shaking her head. “It was my fault for keeping all this bottled up. It’s just everyone had so much to worry about, I didn’t want them to have to worry about me either.” She lowered her head and sighed. “But maybe I wasn’t as together as I thought.”
Makoto stared at the stained clothes, her eyes zoning out as she was lost in thought. “Well, at least this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to the Phantom Thieves.”
“I know. Ren told me you all have been through a lot before I joined.”
“Actually, I was talking more about, erm, this particular mishap.”
“Hmm?” Yet again, Haru looked at Makoto with a raised eyebrow.
A blush appeared on the usually stoic Makoto’s cheeks. “Can you promise me that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t leave this room?”
“What are you about to tell me, Mako-chan?”
“Y-You didn’t!” Haru stared gobsmacked at her friend, hands covering her mouth.
Makoto sighed. “Unfortunately, I did. Right on Sojiro’s carpet, in front of all my friends. I let my pride get in the way of my common sense, and it cost me my dignity. Not to mention a good pair of pants.”
“Oh my goodness…” Haru looked down at her own bare legs.
“I still have a hard time believing it, myself,” said Makoto, rubbing her head, “But it helped me learn to be more open with the others.”
“I see.” Haru stood up and walked to the nearby window, her back turned to Makoto. “Um, thank you for sharing with me.”
“You’re welcome. I hope it made you feel a little bit better, at least.”
“A little bit. It’s kind of strange, actually.”
“Strange? How so?”
To this, Haru turned around, her face sporting a little smile. “I know we’re still in the middle of a tough spot, but for the first time, it feels like we’ll actually pull through it, and not just because Ren-kun says we will.”
Makoto giggled as she stood to join Haru. “Well, I guess a good attitude is the best thing we can have right now.”
Haru found herself agreeing on the inside. Today had not gone at all like how she had expected, but in spite of everything, she couldn’t deny the optimism. It wouldn’t be easy, but she felt that someday, she could forget this accident and face the world like a true beauty again.
(A/N: Before you ask, yes, I've already written about Makoto's unfortunate incident at Sojiro's house here. Also, in regards to the change in how I format my titles, well, I decided I've been writing long enough to quit aping Captain L's format and try my own. I kinda like it, actually.
Anyway, consider me on a writing break starting now. When will I be back to writing? Whenever I get inspiration again, whether that be from coming up with my own good idea, or hearing a reeeaaaaalllly good commission idea. I'll still be lurking and occasionally posting here and on several Discord servers, so feel free to chat me up if you'd like.) |
I've noticed that there are no omo fanfics with Fleur, so I decided to make one. I'll probably create story about every task. I'm also sorry for not doing French accent for Fleur like in original books. I can't really do that
Fleur woke up. It was first task day. She went to the bathroom to suit herself to look good during first task. Fleur took off all of her clothes and went to the shower. After washing herself and using towel she has put on cyan leggings. Fleur really didn't like wearing panties. She has only put them on while wearing short skirts. Fleur wore leggings instead of skirt today because of the dragon. The skirt can be put on fire easier than leggings. It's also easier to move in leggings. She has also put on shirt in same color. Fleur haven't wore bra. She usually wore it when she was wearing shirt. Fleur has done it to not stop her vila magic. Her plan was to allure the dragon. She was thinking about going naked (That's what every vila in old times was doing when they met someone with strong will) but then she has reminded herself that there will be a lot of people watching her. Fleur looked at her watch. She had 1 hour before going to the place of first task. Fleur quickly went off the bathroom and went to her room. Rooms in the school-house mobile building had special menu on the walls. It was changing depending on time. Under menu was table and chair. She only had to point wand at things she wanted and say how much of it she would like to get and it appeard on the table. It was done by house elfes, like in Hogwarts.
"One glass." Said Fleur pointing at pumpkin juice on the menu with her wand. It appeard on the table.
"Two" She said pointing at eggs. "Three" Fleur said pointing at toasts. Everything appeard. After eating she decided to go to the toilet. She had to go a little. When she was going into the restroom someone entered her room. It was Madame Maxime.
"Fleur, it's time to go. I'll lead you." She said. Fleur nodded and followed Madame Maxime. After few minutes they were at the place, in dragon arena. They Cedrik, Harry and Victor went in in same time. Bagman explained them what they'll do. Fleur was happy. Her vila magic should be powerful enought to make dragon forget about eggs. They were now getting dragons. Fleur got mini figure of dragon with number 2 on it.
"Common Welsh Green" Said Bagman and went on with his bag, giving the rest their dragons. Fleur sighted. She was prepared for this one. While waiting for task to start (Students were already in the seats, they were only waiting for the command) Fleur felt her urge. She haven't gone pee in the morning. She was looking for toilet, but in the champion's room there were no toilets. Fleur considered peeing herself and cleaning it up with spells, but she would get very emberrased if anyone noticed. She decided to hold it. The urge wasn't so big. The only thing was stress. When it was Fleur's turn she forgotten about it. She entered the dragon arena. When she noticed the dragon, Fleur quickly jumped behind giant rock. She knew that this dragon was shooting a lot of fire at first attack and then smaller shots. Fleur used her wand to shoot red sparks right to her, so dragon will shoot it and she can go left and allure the dragon with her vila magic with less risk. It worked. Second after she has shoot dragon was bursting fire at place where Fleur shoot. Fleur quickly concrecated on vila magic to make it very powerful. Dragon noticed her, but it haven't made any effect on it. Fleur concrecated even more. Dragon was still not affected. It was getting ready to fire... Fleur quickly put up her shirt, showing her breasts for 2 seconds. It worked. Dragon became allured. From the stress she leaked, but she haven't noticed it. Fleur reached the egg, she caught it and then the Dragon stopped being allured. It shoot fire at her. Fleur dodged the shot, but not completly. Her butt was on fire. She took her wand to cast spell to create water, but then Fleur started peeing herself. From all that vila magic, stress and shock of being on fire her floodgates opened. Fleur felt the wetness going down her legs. She moaned from relief. The only thing Fleur knew right now was that she was peeing herself. The fire dissapeard. She was pretending that she was using a spell the whole time. Her face was red. She haven't noticed how many points council gave her. Only Bagman added a comment, which Fleur heard.
"Well, you got yourself on fire at the end, but you quickly casted a spell to protect yourself. 8 points!" He said, and shoot 8 with his wand into the sky. Fleur's face went even more red. After first task no one knew that she has wet herself. Well, atleast that was what she thought. Hermione had omniculars, and noticed that from Fleur's wand wasn't coming any water. She used stop option, and after the task she has shown it to Harry. Only they both knew about Fleur's little accident.
I hope I haven't missed or wrote any detail incorrectly. Soon Next tasks! |
Fleur was really glad that no one knew about her wetting during first task. If anyone knew about that, Rita Skitter could do article about that. Fleur tried opening the golden egg. It began screaming very loudly. She quickly closed it. Fleur was thinking what to do with it for a very long time. She tried doing almost everything. One day, before sleeping Fleur was making a bath. She really, really had to pee, but decided to use toilet after making a bath. Fleur placed egg on the bath corner. When she finished putting water into the bath, she knocked over the golden egg, opening it. It fell right into the bath full of water. The screams stopped. Fleur decided to put her ear into the water. She heard words, but couldn't understand them. Fleur decided to put her whole head into the water. She heard now the voices clearly. She was really happy because of finding out the clue from egg. The bath wasn't really big, so to study words of the song from the egg, Fleur was standing outside the bath with her head in it. She spent over 30 minutes listening to the words, with breaks for catching some air. She completly forgotten about her giantic urge. She leaked, but haven't felt it. Fleur was too focused on studying the words to feel it. After a while, there was a big wet spot in the crotch on her aqua leggings. Fleur finally noticed her urge, but it was too late. She started peeing herself and couldn't stop it. Her leggings began to be more and more wet, finally making them fully soaked. Under Fleur was forming small puddle. From the relief of holding it for so long she started moaning. She undressed herself and used magic to clean up the mess which she made. After bath she was thinking about way to breath under water for 1 hour. After a while she has got idea - Bubble-Head spell! It was easy to cast. When it was second task time, she was ready. After breakfast Fleur went straightly to the lake. This time she could pee in it anyway, so she haven't used toilet. Fleur was wearing nothing for the swimming. When she was outside the lake, she used spell to imitate one part swimming suit. Fleur had to pee a little. In Fleur's backpack (Which she left next to lake) there were her clothes from first task. When they've got sign that they can go into water, Fleur quickly used bubble-head spell and jumped into water. Her spell to imitate clothing worn out after instantly. After 15 minutes of swimming something caught her leg. It was grindylow, small squidlike creature. It began to bite Fleur. Then after a while more of them appeard. They were covering almost all of her body. She quickly shot red sparks in the air. She couldn't handle them. After a few seconds she was flying into the air, by Proffesor Mcgonagal's spell. Fleur was given a towel. She sat with spreaded legs and towel covering her head. Everyone was looking at her. Then she realised that she was completly naked, sitting with spreaded legs so everyone could see her vagina and breasts. Fleur's face went red. She quickly put one hand on her crotch to cover it, and with the second one she used towel to cover her big breasts. Fleur couldn't use the spell to fake her clothing now. Everyone would know that she was using it since the beggining of the task. After Harry got her sister, she was so glad that he has got her. When she kissed him on, her towel fell showing her breasts.
"Oopsie" She said and covered herself with towel again. Fleur asked Ron, with use of vila magic, to bring her bacpack with clothes. He has done it. After the task every spectator, from each school went to feast in Hogwards. Fleur really had to pee by now. After she ate a chicken, soup, potatos and drank 2 glasses of water Fleur decided to ask Harry for a moment. She wanted to thank him for saving her sister and ask for way to the toilet.
"Umm 'Arry, may you come with me for a word?" She asked him.
"Yeah, sure" Said Harry. Ron showed him thumbs up, smiling funny way. Harry and fleur went up the stairs in front of the feast room.
"'Arry, I wanted to thank you for saving my sister" She said.
"No problem, I like to help people" Said Harry.
"I have also one question... Where is the nearest toilet? I really have to pee" Fleur asked. She wanted to show herself half naked, peeing in front of him for saving her sister.
"Oh, I'll lead you, follow me." Said Harry. After 2 minutes they reached it. The girl's restroom. "I'll wait there" He said.
"No no no, you come with me..." Said Fleur. Harry has done as she wanted. When she entered toilet cabine Harry asked her:
"You want me to come in?"
"Yes..." She said. Fleur lifted up her shirt, showing him her breasts, and started intentionaly peeing herself. Harry was shocked. After Fleur finished, she took of her pants and used spell to dry them.
"You want to touch them?" Said Fleur, noticing that Harry was looking at her breasts. He nodded. "Then do so. You can also touch my down parts, my sister savior..." She said with sweet voice. After 10 minutes they went off the restroom. Harry promised to not tell anyone what happened. |
It was finally day of the third task. Fleur already knew what they were going to do. The maze. She trained a lot of spells. Fleur woke up earlier than usual, put on the same outfit which she had during the first task. It was the most comfortable for her. She was really desperate. Before sleeping she drank 2 glasses of pumpkin juice and haven't used the toilet. Fleur decided to hold it until she eats the breakfast. While eating bread with eggs on it, she was trying to sit normally, without crossing legs. It was really hard for her to hold it. While Fleur was drinking water, she was crossing her legs. After breakfast, she washed her hands and still haven't used the toilet. Instead she went to her bedroom and started reading spells which she learned. Just to make sure if she remembers them. After few minutes Fleur felt the water which she drank going to her bladder. She started crossing her legs. After reading the list 4 times, Fleur decided to go to the toilet. She was too desperate to read propertly. Suddently Fleur has got idea. She will sit on the opened toilet in her pants, watching water flowing in the shower for 2 minutes to see if she can hold it. Fleur sat on the toilet, wearing pants. She was sitting exacly like she sits while peeing. Fleur watched the water in the shower, completly relaxed. After 25 seconds she started peeing. Fleur couldn't stop it. After she finished peeing, almost her whole pants were soaked. Fleur quickly used spell to clear herself. Why she has done that? Since the thing which happened after second task, Fleur discovered that she likes to wet herself. It simply turns her up. After her wetting she came back to reminding her spells. After 2 hours she was told to go to the place of third task. Fleur instantly went there. When students of all schools went to the quidditch court Bagman told all the rules and order in which competitors are coming in. Fleur was fine with it. Atleast Harry, Cedric and Victor will probably activate most of the traps... When it was finally her time to go into the maze, Fleur went in and instantly used lumos spell - It was pretty dark in there. She was walking in the maze for 5 minutes now and haven't found any trap. After few more minutes she found a table. When Fleur came closer to it, enterance behind her closed. She was closed with the table only. Fleur looked at the table. 6 potions and a note appeard. She quickly read the note.
"You've came to the potion table trap, and only two potions are the way out. Two of them will not kill you, but will make you lose your sight. One of them will negate the sub effect of one good potion, but will cause really bad effect if drank after wrong potion. The last potion will make you halucinate. One good potion will make wall behind you dissapear, allowing you to come back with long way to your goal. The second one will allow you to move forward, but with cost of your b..... Now the clues. Not everything which shines is gold. Bad people are never the right ones. Frogs skin is really beautiful."
Fleur was wondering what was the cost of the second good potion. It was written very badly, so she couldn't read it. Fleur looked at the first clue. "Not everything which shines is gold." She looked at all the potions, but none was shining. Fleur used lumos spell. 2 potions were shining. Second and third one. She placed them a little back on the table. Now the second clue - "Bad people are never the right ones". She looked at the last 2 potions. Both were looking same, only the bottles were difference. Now the last clue. "Frogs skin is beautiful" She was thinking about it for a longer time. Then she suddently reminded one thing which happened in her childhood - She touched a frog and then saw weird things. Fleur looked at the 2 left potions. One of them was changing colors, the second one was black. She eliminated the one which changed colors. Fleur was left with 3 potions. She looked at the two ones which were same. One bottle was shorter just a bit than the other one. She decided to drink it. Fleur knew, that it will open wall in front of her. Potion in higher glass is probably meaning longer way. She was right. After drinking potion from shorter bottle, a wall in front of her opened. Fleur didn't drank the black potion, it was too risky for her. With no another thought she went into the front. Fleur wondered what could be the sub effect of the potion... She only knew that it started with b... Fleur was walking and walking in the maze. After a while she realised that she really has to pee. She didn't stop. It would take too long. Two minutes later she had to go even more. "So the sub effect was getting my bladder filled faster..." Fleur thought. Couple of minutes later she found a fountain. She came closer to it. Fleur suddently felt really thirsty, so she started drinking from the fountain. After 30 seconds of drinking Fleur realised that it was fountain of everlasting thirst. She has read it in one book before. Water flows infinitely, but near it you always feel thirsty. The water doesn't make you hydrated, just fills your bladder instead. She quickly went to the other way and instantly stopped being thirsty. Two minutes later Fleur stopped for a moment. She was too desperate to walk normally. Her crotch was now wet because of her leaking a lot. Fleur decided to put off her pants and pee on the grass. She just pulled of her pants and panties slightly below her butt, but then Krum went out from the corner, pointikg wand at her. Fleur screamed and started peeing herself.
"Petrificus Totalus" said Krum quietly. Fleur fell on the ground, unable to move. She felt like she was stuck inside stone statue. Fleur also felt her legs getting wet. She was wetting herself. A puddle around her started forming. It was bigger and bigger. Fleur just hoped that someone will rescue her (Especially Harry) so she wouldn't have to lay there for hours. Finally after over a hour McGonagal found her and casted counter spell to make her able to move.
"Professor, Krum did it to me!" Said Fleur while they were at the stadium.
"We will inspect i-" Said Professor McGonagal, but haven't finished. She got signal from Dumbledore to follow him. She left Fleur without a word. After a while Fleur noticed, that her whole pants were still wet. She quickly cleaned them up. |
Hey everyone. This is just a short story I wrote up on my phone today while I myself was relaxing on the beach. Hope you all enjoy.
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"Hey Izzy, can we go soon? I kinda gotta pee," Penelope said, crossing her legs on the large towel that the two women were laying on.
It was late in the afternoon at the Jersey shore, at a lesser-populated section of beach that stretched in front of a large residential area. Near Seaside and the pier, you couldn't walk two feet without bumping into anyone. Here, while there were people around, they were more spread out in clusters with their friends or family.
"I gotta go too," Isabel muttered. "We really just got here though, and it's a long walk back. Let's just do it in the ocean."
"We can't go in the water, there's no lifeguard here," Penelope stated. "I think they left at five."
"Like that matters, we're only going in up to the vag and it's a super calm day. C'mon, I gotta go."
Penelope and Isabel were vacationing here from Pennsylvania, staying at a summer rental for three weeks. Their parents had fucked off to Atlantic City, but they were nineteen and twenty, so rather than sit around the lobby of a casino with nothing to do aside from peck on questionable sushi, they elected to stay in the area, go shopping, and eventually hit the beach.
They stood up together and placed their heavy cooler and purses on the towel to stop it from blowing away. They had only been at the beach for an hour, but the two of them had gone through plenty of water and more than a couple of wine coolers each. Yes, they weren't of legal drinking age, but their parents were Spaniards and cared little for the more ridiculous American laws, unlike the casinos.
Isabel yelped and jumped as a cool wave surrounded her ankles, and Penelope followed her in. They waded until the waterline was around their hips, gasping periodically as small waves splashed them when they weren't ready for it.
"Alright, we're good here," Penelope muttered. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. It took a moment, but her muscles calmed down and she was just about to start peeing when Isabel slapped her lightly on the arm.
"Penny, look..."
Penelope opened her eyes. Isabel tilted her head towards the shore. Penelope turned her gaze, and immediately noticed that more than half the people on the beach were staring straight at them. Not only were they the only people in the water for miles, but they were two young, athletic Spanish women wearing nothing but matching red bikinis. They were certainly first in line for the title of 'Center of Attention.'
"I can't pee like this," Isabel whispered with a nervous giggle. She couldn't be heard over the wind and waves, but her mouth movement combined with sibling telepathy was more than enough for Penelope.
"I mean...we're just standing here, they probably already think that's what we're doing. Might as well actually do it," Penelope offered. "And this was your idea in the first place."
"It just won't come out," Isabel whined, bouncing slightly in the water."
"Fuck, I can't do it either now," Penelope sighed. "Let's get out of here before a patrol guy comes past and tells us off for going in the ocean without a lifeguard."
The two women trudged out of the ocean and back to their towel. "We have to go back to the rental," Isabel muttered. "Come on, load up the stuff."
"I don't wanna walk that far when I need to pee this bad," Penelope complained. "It already hurts, let alone when I'm moving and after that much time."
"It's really that bad?" Isabel asked her sister.
The younger woman nodded, her legs held tightly together. "I didn't wanna leave too soon but I've been pretty desperate for a while."
"It's getting there for me too I guess," Isabel sighed. "I guess we should wait till we have to go even worse, then it'll be easier to pee in the ocean."
"Fine," Penelope conceded. "Shouldn't be long. Here, let's drink something else, make it even quicker." She opened the cooler and tossed a water bottle to Isabel, then took one for herself. They sat on the towel and quickly drank their bottles, placed the empties back in the cooler, and laid down on the towel.
Twenty minutes passed. Isabel and Penelope were both squirming in place while playing with their phones, trying to stay subtle but failing more and more as time flowed on. "I have a pee belly," Penelope moaned suddenly.
Isabel turned her head. Her sister had her right hand on her stomach, which was protruding visibly. "Damn, that's a lot of whiz," she giggled. "Think you're ready for the ocean? I'm kinda bursting here."
"Yeah, let's try again." They both stood up once more, but this time the motion caused their bladders to throb powerfully and suddenly. They yelped and moved to hold themselves, only stopping once they realized that a pervert or two may still have eyes on them. "Hurryhurryhurry..."
They shoved their phones back in their purses and weighed down the towel again, then waddled to the water's edge. A minute later, they were waist-deep once more.
"Holy shit, I need to pee so bad," Penelope cried.
"Do it," Isabel told her.
"I'M TRYING!"
Isabel reached her hand over and shoved Penelope's stomach. She shrieked and stepped back, nearly falling over into the water. "Stop, people might seeeee," she finished with an extended whine.
"I'm gonna squeeze it out of you if you don't pee right now," Isabel threatened.
"Well, are you peeing?" Penelope countered.
"....No."
"Then shut up."
"I don't get it, we're both so desperate, why can't we do it?"
Penelope groaned, bending slightly below the surface and finally holding herself. "We've never gone with people looking at us. Even if they can't really SEE, it's still super weird."
"Well I can't hold it until we get back to the rental at this point. I'll really wet myself," Isabel mumbled, her face growing very worried.
"Me too," Penelope responded, empathy in her voice.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Well, let's get out of the water, obviously this isn't going to fucking work."
Still totally unrelieved, they shambled out of the surf once more, fighting hard not to appear as frantic as they really were. They made it back to their towel, but neither one laid back down.
"SO WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" Isabel repeated loudly, her voice cracking slightly.
"Sssshhhhh," Penelope hissed. She looked around, not sure what for, but her eyes found it anyway. "Look. There."
Isabel turned and saw it. The lifeguard chair, tilted on its back as it always was when unoccupied, facing away from the ocean a few dozen meters away from them. "What about it?"
"The chair is cover from this side," Penelope explained. "The dunes are cover from the other side. If we go behind there we should just be able to pull our bikinis aside and pee in the sand under the chair with nobody seeing us."
Isabel blinked at the chair. "What...what if people come over the dunes? The chair's right in front of a walkway."
"It's later in the afternoon. More than half the people who were here when we got here have left. I don't think anyone else will show up."
"Okay...we can try."
Without wasting one second, the women made a beeline for the tipped chair. They struggled to walk on the soft, dry sand, the already unstable ground made ten times worse by their bursting bladders. Finally they made it to the top of the incline, however a huge problem was made clear to both of them at the same time.
"Ah, fuck," they whispered in unison. While not visible from the water's edge, the second stories of the homes that lined the boardwalk were now looming over them. Anyone looking out of one of their windows would have a full view of them.
"Penny, I can't hold it," Isabel cried. She sounded completely defeated. "I'm gonna pee right here, I can't wait anymore..."
"Come on," Penelope encouraged her. "I've had to go longer than you have, and what if someone really is looking? What if you start peeing and they start filming? You wanna end up on a voyeur pee porn site?"
"The fuck? Is that a thing?"
"Everything is a thing on the internet. Either way, it can't happen. We have to figure something else out," Penelope groaned.
"Maybe we just sit on the sand and frickin' pee," Isabel suggested.
"We could, but then we'd have to lay in it until it dries or people would see the marks when we stand up."
"Ewww... Can we just pee in the towel? Stuff it in a bag, go to the laundromat?"
Penelope pursed her lips. "Hey...that would work. That's the one! Come on!"
"I can barely walk," Isabel moaned, taking unsteady steps, crossing her legs with each stride.
"Same," Penelope said softly. "I've never had to pee this badly in my life. It feels so weird, like I can't control my limbs properly."
Slowly but surely, they returned to their towel. The thing was massive and thick, twelve feet by twelve feet, designed for a whole family to relax on while giving them a fair territory on a crowded beach. "Fold it over," Isabel exhaled, "it'll hold more."
The women moaned and groaned as they bent down to manipulate the towel, folding it in two. Finally, they laid side by side, breathing heavily, their legs tied in knots.
"Here we go," Penelope breathed. "Ready?"
"God, YES," Isabel nearly shouted. "Just be careful not to flood it or we'll still leave a big mark in the sand. Just pee until you can hold the rest. Okay, let's go. Three...two...one..."
"Excuse me?"
The women froze, terrified, as the male voice spoke from directly behind them. Isabel just stared blankly into the early evening sky, too desperate to move, and Penelope craned her neck backwards. There was a lifeguard, about their age and extremely attractive, muscular, and tanned, sitting on an ATV and staring at them with a smile that made Penelope's privates rev up like a riding mower. Somehow, with how insanely distracted they were, they hadn't even registered the sound of the approaching vehicle. "Yes?" she squeaked.
"Didn't see the sign at the entrance?" he said, still flashing that ridiculous smile. "We have to set up the beach for the festival tomorrow. There's gonna be a jetski race along the coast, gotta set up a line for spectators. The beach closes at seven, which is...ten minutes ago. Everybody's gotta get."
"Ohmigod, we're ssoooo sorry," Penelope chirped, rolling to her feet. "We'll leave right now."
Isabel stared at her sister, tears in her eyes. "Penny...I can't," she mouthed silently.
Penelope stood still for a moment. Her eyes darted around, looking for something, anything that could save them. While this lifeguard was here though, they were hopeless. "Uh, sir," Penelope choked out, "we're leaving, promise. Go tell the rest of the people here what's going on, and have a good time setting up. See you tomorrow, maybe."
Seemingly satisfied with this, the disgustingly hot lifeguard nodded, his grin widening. "Sounds good to me. Have a great night, girls." He revved his ATV and took off towards the family two hundred feet down the beach.
"It's gonna come out," Isabel barked the second he was out of earshot. "I can't wait anymore."
"Izzy, we have to go NOW, or he's gonna come back, he's gonna see. If someone who looks like that finds out we peed here, I will fucking kill myself."
"I can't help it, it's too much..."
Penelope shouted in frustration. Not at her sister, she felt only empathy for her sister, rather at life itself at this very moment. Her mind was spiraling madly in every direction, imagining and discarding possible moves like some kind of pee-based Chess Grandmaster. And then she found it.
The houses could see them at the lifeguard chair, but not here. The beachgoers could see them from here, but not at the chair. There was no cover here, and all at once, it hit her that they had been laying on cover this entire time.
THE TOWEL.
Then came the problem of hiding the evidence. They couldn't just leave stains in the sand, but covering it like cats would take time and draw attention. They needed a way to keep the ground dry, a receptacle.
THE COOLER.
"Up. Now," Penelope ordered.
"I'll pee!" Isabel hissed as Penelope grabbed her arm and tried pulling her to her feet.
"Good! Now UP!"
Isabel cursed as she was forced to her feet. She twisted her legs together, praying to every god that humanity had ever dreamt up that nobody was looking her way at this very moment. Penelope took two steps and tore open the cooler. All that was in there at this point was some melted ice packs, empty bottles, and one wine cooler. A necessary sacrifice.
Penelope picked up the towel, looked to her completely frantic sister, and pointed to the cooler. "PEE."
At that, Penelope snapped open the towel and held it out wide, blocking them from everyone else on the beach. The sand was completely clear behind them. The homes were not visible. Isabel, despite her humiliation, had no choice left. She took four small steps to the cooler, slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and sat. The moment her skin met the rim of the cooler, her bladder erupted with force enough to rival the ocean in front of her. She moaned in utter ecstasy, leaning forward onto her legs as her immensely powerful stream of pee thundered loudly around the mostly empty plastic. Luckily even this sound was greatly muffled by the environment.
However, it was not muffled enough to not reach Penelope. She was making a big display of shaking out the towel, trying to buy time for her sister's relief, but the sound of Isabel peeing was absolutely killing her. She gasped out loud as she felt herself lose just a tiny bit of control. The crotch of her bikini was dampened by one second of pee, and she instinctively shoved a hand between her legs, letting one side of the towel fall.
"PENNY!" Isabel shrieked as soon as she noticed this, and Penelope cursed, forcing herself to hold the towel up again as she double-crossed her legs, somehow managing to stay upright. "I'll be done soon, please hold out, just a little longer."
"I'm...trying... God, I must look so retarded right now," Penelope cried.
"To me," Isabel started, "you look heroic as all hell. Like Gandalf holding the bridge from the Balrog."
"Pee faster, nerd," Penelope snapped. "I can only fold a towel for so long."
Isabel closed her eyes and squeezed as hard as she could, the pressure of her stream somehow increasing. She could feel her pee splashing all over her butt, but she didn't care in the slightest. She had to have been peeing for over half a minute, but she still had so much left inside of her. Still though, she knew that she couldn't leave her sister like this, so she clenched her fists and moaned in agony as she forced herself to stop peeing. She stood up unsteadily, glancing into the cooler. It was a very large cooler, and she had filled it nearly a quarter way. She knew it would have been over half if she had actually gotten to finish.
"Penny, I'm still bursting, but I can hang on now. Give me the towel and you pee, hurry!" Isabel said, reaching for the giant square.
"It's too late," Penelope said quietly. "Look, the lifeguard's coming back this way."
Isabel peered over the towel. Sure enough, he was riding towards them, and gaining quickly.
"What are you gonna do?" Isabel whispered.
"Close the cooler. We have to leave," Penelope muttered, defeat clear in her voice. Isabel glanced at her sister's legs. She was still dry, but Isabel had no idea how long that could possibly last, seeing how Penelope had needed to go so much worse than she herself had earlier.
"Can you make it?"
"Just get the cooler. Now." Penelope's voice was stiff and deep, every fiber of her being focused on not wetting her swimsuit in front of the lifeguard.
Isabel nodded and closed the cooler just in time, the lifeguard pulling up a second later. The other beachgoers had already cleared the dunes.
"You two are the only ones left. I got other people coming. You really need to clear off." His attitude was beginning to ruin his attractiveness, and Penelope scowled.
"Yes. We're going. Have a lovely evening," she droned, picking up both of their purses. He nodded and rode off again, and Isabel immediately gave him the double-bird behind his back. She then picked up the cooler, and they began heading up towards the dunes.
Isabel looked at her sister. Penelope's whole body was shaking. Her fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in her arms were visible, and her shoulders were hunched up into her neck. Every few steps she released a shaky moan. Her bladder was so distended that she could have been a few months pregnant, the great round bulge pressing out the front of her bikini bottoms. Isabel had no idea how Penelope would escape this with her dignity intact. Even if the lifeguard was out of sight, which he was not, the houses were already visible. They began climbing the walkway that led up the beachgrass-covered dunes, a steep incline of rock and compressed sand. Penelope yelped with every step up now, her control clearly failing with every passing second.
They were at the top now. There was a square platform, fenced in with large wooden dowels, with a bench set towards the back for looking over the beach. The boardwalk was in front of them, dozens of people walking back and forth, enjoying the cooling evening after a punishingly hot day. Between the walkers and the lifeguard, there was simply no escape. To make matters even worse, the lifeguard was joined by three others who had just come down the next walkway, a woman and two other men. Penelope sighed deeply. "Well, I tried." She set the purses she was carrying on the bench, opened her legs, placed her hands on her hips, and took a deep breath.
Isabel knew what was coming. She had to do something, she had to save Penelope as Penelope had saved her. She dropped the cooler and looked to the bench. It would provide cover from the boardwalk, but not from the lifeguards. Even squatting, they would be visible. Just as the answer occurred to Isabel, Penelope began wetting herself uncontrollably. The crotch of her bikini was instantly inflated with pee before the liquid began pouring out, splattering in every direction. With no time left to do it properly, Isabel threw her arms out with a "Nyeeh!" and shoved Penelope hard into the rocky sand. She cursed as she hit the ground, pee still spraying out of her, pooling around her butt and soaking into the sand.
"The fuck was that?!" Penelope yelled, rubbing a scraped elbow and groaning as the pee spread up to her back.
"I just figured it out," Isabel sighed. "The bench covers us from the boardwalk, but the grass on the dunes won't cover us standing, sitting, or squatting. Laying down, though, you're invisible from both sides."
"So you just yeeted me into the goddamn rocks?" Penelope bitched.
"Don't say 'Yeet.' And you were already frickin' peeing, so yeah. I was GOING TO have you do it into the towel like we were gonna do before that life-dick showed up, but you had other plans."
Penelope just fell back, fate accepted, as she continued emptying her bladder through her swimsuit. "God, it feels so good," she breathed. "It's like twenty orgasms at once." She moaned as she absolutely flooded the platform, the pee spreading far faster than the compacted sand could absorb it. "What will we do about the puddle? If one of the lifeguards come up here, they'll know."
"Not much we can do about that," Isabel conceded. "I figure we'll dump the cooler. If there's enough liquid, maybe their brains won't go right to pee. They'll just think we dumped a cooler chock full of ice water. The wind should clear out any scent pretty quickly."
"It's the best we got," Penelope said with a nod. "Hey, you still need to pee, right?"
"Yeah, badly," Isabel confirmed, crossing her legs.
Penelope smiled and patted the soaked ground next to her. "Well, come on."
Isabel giggled and got on her knees. "Might as well at this point, eh?" She laid down next to her sister and in less than a second, she was flooding her own swimsuit, her puddle joining Penelope's. They both stared into the sky, enjoying their long-delayed relief, their bulging bladders slowly shrinking down to normal size. It felt so warm, so nice after all the stress they had dealt with over the past two hours, and their minds were completely clear as their flows came to a stop at nearly the same time. They laid there for a moment longer before they clambered to their feet. Pedestrians continued walking past. The lifeguards were setting up a series of flags. They had not been spotted.
Penelope stepped up to the bench and opened up the purses, retrieving their street clothes as Isabel dumped the pee out of the cooler, making sure not to drop the ice packs, empty bottles, or the remaining wine cooler. After she did so, the entire surface of the platform was damp. It was true, no one who saw this would think it was pee. It was just too much to be plausible. Nobody could possibly do this. They grinned at each other as Penelope tossed Isabel her blue-green sundress and pulled on her own violet one. The two of them gave one last look to the darkened platform, hoped for the best, and began their long walk home. |
DuckTales, Woo-Hoo
Sypnosis.........
Dressed in his Kilt; Scrooge McDuck gets a disturbing call from Flintheart Glomgold, while the Beagle Boys makes a plan to invade his vault.
But Scrooge never had the chance to use the bathroom when all of this happens.
Can Scrooge be able to protect his money bin, and make it to the bathroom?
If you want to get a visual of Scrooge in his kilt, the episodes are "The Curse of Castle McDuck" or "Once Upon a Dime"
But you'll find image-samples below the fanfic.
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DuckTales
Episode: The Desperate McDuck (Regular Version)
On a hot day in late-morning; Scrooge McDuck has been doing some paperwork while his kids play outside. Scrooge drank his 3rd glass of water. Feeling better from the thirst the hot weather gave him.
“My sir, you must have been very thirsty.” Said Duckworth, bringing in the 4th glass of water.
“I know, the weather has been rather hot.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the 4th glass of water. He was about to drink it when suddenly….
“Uncle Scrooge!” came a voice of Dewey, all of the sudden. This made Scrooge spill the water all over his usual blue suit.
“Dewey!, haven’t you ever learn to knock before you come in?” Said Scrooge, feeling wet from the water.
“Sorry Uncle.” Said Dewey, as he then accompanied by Huey, Louie, and Webby.
“Urgh, now I have to change me clothes.” Said Scrooge, walking to his bedroom. After closing the door, he said to himself “And I know just what to wear.”
Scrooge digger through his drawers, and took out his favorite kilt. He took off his wet business clothes and puts on his kilt and green spats. (Like the one he wore in “Once Upon a Dime” and “The Curse of Castle McDuck”)
There’s the knock on his door with Duckworth asking behind the door “Do you still want another glass of water sir?”
“Let me finish changin’ by clothes first.” Said Scrooge. Then he approached from his bedroom, saying “It’s refreshing for me to wear this for today.”
“Nice skirt sir.” Said Duckworth
“It’s a Kilt.” Said Scrooge, annoyed that not many people understood his culture.
5 Minutes later after Scrooge finished his 4th glass of water; Duckworth brought Scrooge a phone.
“Sir, a phone call from Mr. Glomgold.” Said Duckworth
“Tell him I’m not home.” Said Scrooge McDuck, not in a mood to talk to his arch-nemesis.
“He said he’s not home sir.” Said Duckworth to Glomgold through the phone, which made Scrooge facepalmed the way Duckworth said it.
“Ok, I’ll tell him.” Said Duckworth, before turning to Scrooge saying “It’s about your brother-in-law. Mr. Gladstone Gander. He’s said that he’s hired to work for Mr. Glomgold.”
“What?!, curse me kilts! I’ll have to have a word with Gladstone about Flintheart, wouldn’t want him to have any good luck.” Said Scrooge, standing up and preparing his things.
“But didn’t you say that it’s all superstition?” Asked Duckworth
“Of course it’s superstition, I don’t believe in luck. But I wouldn’t want any chances to go to Glomgold. Now prepare my car.” Said Scrooge.
After a few minutes; Duckworth prepared a car for Scrooge.
“Where are you going Uncle Scrooge?” Asked Huey.
“I’m going to deal with Glomgold, business matters.” Said Scrooge
“Can we come with you?” Asked Dewey
“Nay, you might get bored there. You kids mind the house.” Said Scrooge as he gets into the car.
But before the car drives away; Scrooge looks to Mrs. Beakley and tells her. “Call Fenton Crackshell to come in early, I’ll need him to recount me money.”
“Will Do.” Said Mrs. Beakley, as the car started driving away from McDuck Manor.
About 10-15 minutes later; Scrooge and Duckworth arrived at Glomgold Manor. It was at that time his begins to feel a small ache in his bladder, but decided to ignore it and try to get to the bottom of this deal.
Scrooge lets himself inside the manor to find Gladstone Gander talking to Flintheart Glomgold.
“Ah, Mr. McDuck. How nice of you to join us.” Said Glomgold, pretending to be polite.
Scrooge ignoring Flintheart’s greetings and focused on Gladstone saying “What is the meaning of this?”
“Well Scrooge, my recent days were not as lucky as I hoped. So I thought I could get luckier if I get a job, and Mr. Glomgold gave me a job.” Said Gladstone
“Since when did you get so unlucky?” Asked Scrooge
“I don’t know. Maybe I was expecting too much.” Said Gladstone
“I’m sure you wouldn’t hire him if he asked to work for you.” Said Glomgold
“Neither would you Glomgold, and why would you hire Gladstone?” Asked Scrooge
“Why else? He’s a lucky lad. And I could use some luck.” Said Glomgold
“This is all superstitious nonsense.” Said Scrooge, getting irritated by Glomgold’s answer.
“Nah, you’re just afraid I could become the #1 Richest duck in a world. And I will be.” Said Glomgold
“Not if I can say something about that, Glomgold!” Said Scrooge
“Oh Yeah?” Asked Glomgold
“Yeah!” Said Scrooge
Gladstone started to numb his mind as the two richest ducks continued on bickering about their finances and Gladstone’s job.
Meanwhile; The Beagle Boys approached the Money Bin, with a new plan formulated.
“Alright Megabyte, let’s see how you can hack into their machinery.” Said Bigtime
“This will only take a few minutes.” Said Megabyte, holding a controller switch he made himself.
He started pushing some buttons for one minute. And then the next minute; Many of the booby-traps were exposed and were set on without them invading the Money Bin.
Soon afterwards, the traps were set to offline. Making the passage to the Money Bin safe.
“The traps are off, let’s go.” Said Bigtime
“Oh I hope they have some food in there.” Said Burger , hungry all of the sudden.
“You’ll get some food as soon as we rob this joint.” Said Bigtime.
The Beagle Boys pulled out their weapons, and begun to invade the Money Bin.
“Oh no, it’s the Beagle Boys!” Said the secretary in panic.
“Quick, sound the alarm!” Said one of the guards.
They also tried to call Scrooge’s home number, but they were informed that he isn’t home.
Scrooge and Flintheart has been arguing for over 20 minutes, much to Gladstone’s annoyance. He basically wondered around waiting for the argument to die down.
Glomgold’s butler came in saying “Sir, a phone call from Mrs. Beakley?”
“Tell him I’m in a middle of discussing business with Scrooge.” Said Glomgold
“He said it’s an emergency.” Said Glomgold’s butler
“An emergency from Duckworth, let me answer it.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the phone out of the butler’s hand and answering “Yes, what is it Beakley?”
“The Beagle Boys has invaded your Money Bin. And they managed to set off your traps.” Said Beakley through the phone.
“What?! Call Fenton Crackshell! Tell him to get his suit and come to the money bin as soon as he can. And Hurry!” Said Scrooge, now in panic mode. Then hung up.
“Hey! I’m not finished with you yet.” Said Glomgold
“This discussion is over Glomgold. And Gladstone…..” Scrooge approached Gladstone to give him a warning look and said “….Don’t ever work with Glomgold. I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok Scrooge, but it’s not a promise.” Said Gladstone, unsure of his decision yet.
Glomgold smirked and said “Looks like I just got lucky Scrooge. Thanks to Gladstone, your money bin has been hacked, and the Beagle Boys will get away with your loot.” Then Glomgold laughed
“Not if I get there first.” Said Scrooge, determined to keep his Money Bin safe.
Scrooge soon darted out of Glomgold’s mansion, approached his car with Duckworth in it.
“To the Money Bin Duckworth, and hurry.” Said Scrooge
“Right away sir.” Said Duckworth, as he then proceeded to drive away from Glomgold’s mansion.
Unfortunately, they ran into traffic half-way through Duckburg. Leaving Scrooge and Duckworth no choice but to wait while stopping and going constantly.
“Ooooh, Bless me Bagpipes. If we don’t get there soon enough, the Beagle Boys will get ahold of my money.” Scrooge wined.
But the money bin is not the only thing that worried Scrooge. He crossed his legs as he sat nervously in the car, hoping to get to the bathroom once they solve the issue with the Beagle Boys.
All of this stop-go-stop-go is making it worse for Scrooge’s bladder. Made Scrooge’s legs crossed even tighter as he fidgeted a little.
‘Should have gone to the bathroom before dealing with Glomgold, shouldn’t have even gone there in a first place.’ Scrooge thought to himself, regretting the situation.
It took about 30 minutes for Scrooge and Duckworth to finally make it to the Money Bin.
Scrooge looked around asking “Where’s GizmoDuck? Beakley said she’ll call him to come as soon as possible.“
“I’ll try to reach him sir.” Said Duckworth, picking up the portable phone.
“I’m going in to the vault. I hope the Beagle Boys isn’t there yet.” Said Scrooge, as he proceeded to the backside containing the secret entrance with a code only Scrooge knew about.
After sprinting through the secret entryway, Scrooge managed to reach to his main office right by the vault.
Luckily, the vault turns out to be safe as soon as Scrooge unlocked the vault to make sure the Beagle Boys didn’t make it in.
Scrooge then looked out to see if he could possibly reach the bathroom from the main door, only to find that the Beagle Boys are close by, and are about to approach his office.
“Curse me Kilt!” Said Scrooge, as he closed and locked the door. Then rushed in to the vault of his money. He closed the door and locked the vault from the inside. Leaving himself inside the vault to guard his money.
“Oooh, I hope GizmoDuck gets here quick.” Said Scrooge to himself, unsure how long he can keep the Beagle Boys away from the vault, and how long he can hold his bladder.
Outside of Scrooge’s Mansion; Fenton Crackshell arrived. But Mrs. Beakley approached him and told him everything going on in the Money Bin.
“Yipes, I better get my Giz…..I mean security.” Said Fenton, then went back to the car to find…..he left his GizmoDuck suit back at his mom’s trailer home.
“Oh no, I better get back. Oh Blathering Blatherskite!” Then Fenton drove back home to fetch for the suit.
The Beagle Boys busted into Scrooge’s office, not knowing that Scrooge is inside the vault.
“Alright boys, time to get the loot.” Said Bigtime, then looked to Megabyte and said “Can you get this to open?”
“There’s a lot of locking mechanism installed in this vault. May take me a while.” Said Megabyte
“Well we won’t have much time. GizmoDuck could be there any minute.” Said Bigtime.
Megabyte proceeded to puzzle with his hacking ability to the vault of Scrooge’s money.
Behind the vault; Scrooge stood by his pile of money, determined to remain in the vault no matter what happens.
But Scrooge felt a heavy twinge in his bladder, causing him to hold his crotch through his kilt.
“I’ve never had to pee so bad before, and this is terrible timing.” Scrooge muttered as he looked nervously to his locked vault. “Come on Fenton, where the hell are you?”
After 20 minutes of driving back to his mother’s trailer; Fenton grabbed a hold of his GizmoDuck suit.
“Blathering Blatherskite!” Said Fenton, getting on the GizmoDuck suit.
Now as GizmoDuck; he flies over towards the money bin.
“This may take longer than expected” Said Megabyte, having a hard time getting the vault door to open.
“Well hurry up will you!” Said Bigtime
Behind the vault…..
“Hurry up GizmoDuck, I really need to pee.” Scrooge muttered before he moaned in pain, with both his hands between his legs, grabbing his crotch through his kilt.
After about 5 more minutes; Megabyte managed to unlock the vault.
“Bingo!” Said Megabyte
“Good, time to….” Bigtime was cut off by the sudden appearance of GizmoDuck.
“Hold it right there! You’re under arrest!” Said GizmoDuck
Behind the vault…..
“About Bloody time” Said Scrooge silently, but doing a little potty-dance on his own money.
“Oh yeah, eat this!” Said Burger, throwing an object that hit GizmoDuck’s face, causing him to spin around uncontrollably. Causing a shake in Scrooge’s office, and the Beagle Boys to duck-in-cover.
The shake in Scrooge’s Bin caused Scrooge to lose his balance a little.
Scrooge then felt a leak escape onto his kilt.
“Ah!” Scrooge grabbed his crotch, trying to prevent the leak. He sworn he felt a drop down right onto his money.
“Curse me Kilts, I almost peed my own money! If GizmoDuck doesn’t get the Beagle Boys out of here soon, I’m going to have a serious accident.” Scrooge cried to himself.
“Quick, get to the vault!” Shouted Bigtime.
Burger opened the door to the vault, but before he could walk inside; he was suddenly pulled back by GizmoDuck’s grappling hook.
“Sorry boys, but no loot for you today.” Said GizmoDuck, after he regained control and used his controls to pull all of the Beagle Boys away from the office. Forcing the Beagle Boys out of the office and straight down to the police.
“Alright boys, party is over. You’re all under arrest.” Said an officer
“Ah man, we were so close.” Said Bigtime, not happy about the outcome.
Seeing that the vault door is opened, Scrooge carefully climbed up to the ladder, hoping that he could make it to the bathroom in time.
Upon the view of his now-messy office; Scrooge sees that GizmoDuck has gotten rid of the Beagle Boys. With only GizmoDuck standing between the office, and the way to the bathroom.
“Ah, hello Scrooge. Your money is now safe. You won’t have to worry about…” GizmoDuck was cut off by Scrooge trying to pass by him all of the sudden.
“Move, Move! Let me through!” Scrooge yelled as he timidly squeezes his way pass GizmoDuck, keeping his hands down his crotch.
He then darted for the bathroom. Until he noticed the bathroom is blocked by one of his desks that was accidentally thrown during the battle.
“GizmoDuck! Move that desk out of there this instant!” Said Scrooge, feeling like he’s ready to pee any moment.
“What’ the matter Scrooge?” Asked GizmoDuck
“Just move the desk! I need to…..AAahhh, No! NO!” Scrooge then shivered and went wide-eyed. His bladder exploded.
Scrooge began to feel pee running down his legs, reaching down onto his favorite spats. He held his crotch to try to stop the leak, but it was no use. A wet patch started to spread on the crotch of his kilt, dampening his kilt and his hands holding the kilt.
“Oh my” Said GizmoDuck, seeing his boss peeing his kilt. He didn’t see this one coming.
Scrooge feels relieved, but humiliated with GizmoDuck watching him pee his kilt. He could only stand there now and finish peeing himself, soaking his legs and his spats.
After a minute when he finished peeing, he looked down. He couldn’t believe it, he wet himself. A duck over 60 years of age actually peed himself.
“Bless Me Bagpipes” Scrooge cried a little
GizmoDuck switched back to Fenton Crackshell and felt nervous of what Scrooge would do next. Fenton couldn’t help but feel that it’s his fault Scrooge didn’t make it to the bathroom.
“Oh Scrooge, I’m….I’m so sorry, I’ll..I’ll….I’ll get you a towel. And I’ll make sure nobody sees you like this.” Said Fenton, unsure if Scrooge is going to yell at him, fire him, beat him with the cane. Fenton didn’t want to wait and find out, he’d rather try to be as helpful as he can.
Scrooge only stood there in the puddle of his own urine. He remember his previous accidents back when he was younger, but it’s been a long time when he last wet himself.
Now realizing he’s in a hallway, he moved back to the office. Not caring if he’s leaving trails of urine dripping from his kilt.
He then looked around his office, still a mess. Scrooge felt that this day has brought to him lots of trouble, but sure is glad to see that his money is safe again.
Fenton returned to Scrooge and said “Here’s a towel.”
“Fenton” Said Scrooge in a serious tone,
“Look, it’s my fault. I should have moved that desk when you told me to. I…” Fenton tries to explain
“Fenton” Said Scrooge again
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t fire me, please!” Fenton wined a little
“Fenton!” Said Scrooge, finally getting Fenton silent enough to listen. Then Scrooge added “I’m not going to fire you.”
“You’re….You’re not?” Asked Fenton
“It’s not your fault laddie, you didn’t know I had to pee so badly.” Said Scrooge, approaching Fenton and putting a hand on his shoulder.
“But, it is my fault. I should have brought the GizmoDuck suit to begin with, I wasn’t too prepared.” Said Fenton, then covered his mouth, realizing he didn’t need to tell Scrooge that part.
Scrooge then gave him a stern look at first, then said “Well, since you put it that way. Then it is your fault. And therefore…..” Scrooge thought over for a minute, making Fenton very nervous.
Then Scrooge made up his mind and said “And therefore, I now forbid you bathroom privileges for a week. As both an accountant and GizmoDuck, you will not be allowed to go to the bathroom. If you ever need to pee, tough luck. I would suggest you buy yourself some diapers.”
Fenton looked to Scrooge in awe. He expected many kinds of punishments, but this one……Fenton didn’t know how to react at first. But felt embarrassed at the idea of wearing a diaper to work.
Fenton was about to interject “Well Scrooge, I’m not so sure if I could….”
“Unless you’d rather lose your job.” Said Scrooge
“Alright, alright. I won’t go to the bathroom during work hours for a week.” Fenton confirmed, but then questioned “But do I have to wear a diaper to work?”
“I would recommend it, but that’s up to you. But no bathrooms.” Said Scrooge
“I think I can hold it long enough during work hours.” Said Fenton
“It’ll be a lot of hours you know. Don’t get too confident.” Said Scrooge
“I think I can do it.” Said Fenton.
“Now then, call Duckworth and tell him that I will be back shortly to the car and go home. I’m going to need a nice warm bath.” Said Scrooge, proceeding to his work-closet to put on one of his outfits he hardly cared for. So he wouldn’t worry about his wet legs touching the clothes he cared for.
So afterwards; Scrooge McDuck went home to a nice warm bath. Nobody but Fenton know about Scrooge’s accident. But Duckworth wondered why Scrooge changed his clothes in his office.
End of an Omorashi Episode
Woo-Hoo
This is the regular version of the fanfic. The extended yaoi version is also here.
Edited June 27, 2019 by irvinegamer
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DuckTales, Woo-Hoo
This is the yaoi version of the fanfic. The non-yaoi version is also here.https://archiveofourown.org/works/19379098
Dressed in his Kilt; Scrooge McDuck gets a disturbing call from Flintheart Glomgold, while the Beagle Boys makes a plan to invade his vault.
But Scrooge never had the chance to use the bathroom when all of this happens.
Can Scrooge be able to protect his money bin, and make it to the bathroom?
If you want to get a visual of Scrooge in his kilt, the episodes are "The Curse of Castle McDuck" or "Once Upon a Dime"
But you'll find image-samples below the fanfic.
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DuckTales
Episode: The Desperate McDuck (Yaoi Version)
On a hot day in late-morning; Scrooge McDuck has done some paperwork while his kids play outside. Scrooge drank his 3rd glass of water. Feeling better from the thirst the hot weather gave him.
“My sir, you must have been very thirsty.” Said Duckworth, bringing in the 4th glass of water.
“I know, the weather has been rather hot.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the 4th glass of water. He was about to drink it when suddenly….
“Uncle Scrooge!” came a voice of Dewey, all of a sudden. This made Scrooge spill the water all over his usual blue suit.
“Dewey!, haven’t you ever learn to knock before you come in?” Said Scrooge, feeling wet from the water.
“Sorry Uncle.” Said Dewey, as he then accompanied by Huey, Louie, and Webby.
“Urgh, now I have to change me clothes.” Said Scrooge, walking to his bedroom. After closing the door, he said to himself “And I know just what to wear.”
Scrooge digger through his drawers, and took out his favorite kilt. He took off his wet business clothes and puts on his kilt and green spats. (Like the one he wore in “Once Upon a Dime” and “The Curse of Castle McDuck”)
There’s the knock on his door with Duckworth asking behind the door “Do you still want another glass of water sir?”
“Let me finish changin’ by clothes first.” Said Scrooge. Then he approached from his bedroom, saying “It’s refreshing for me to wear this for today.”
“Nice skirt sir.” Said Duckworth
“It’s a Kilt.” Said Scrooge, annoyed that not many people understood his culture.
5 Minutes later after Scrooge finished his 4th glass of water; Duckworth brought Scrooge a phone.
“Sir, a phone call from Mr. Glomgold.” Said Duckworth
“Tell him I’m not home.” Said Scrooge McDuck, not in a mood to talk to his arch-nemesis.
“He said he’s not home sir.” Said Duckworth to Glomgold through the phone, which made Scrooge facepalmed the way Duckworth said it.
“Ok, I’ll tell him.” Said Duckworth, before turning to Scrooge saying “It’s about your brother-in-law. Mr. Gladstone Gander. He’s said that he’s hired to work for Mr. Glomgold.”
“What?!, curse me kilts! I’ll have to have a word with Gladstone about Flintheart, wouldn’t want him to have any good luck.” Said Scrooge, standing up and preparing his things.
“But didn’t you say that it’s all superstition?” Asked Duckworth
“Of course it’s superstition, I don’t believe in luck. But I wouldn’t want any chances to go to Glomgold. Now prepare my car.” Said Scrooge.
After a few minutes; Duckworth prepared a car for Scrooge.
“Where are you going Uncle Scrooge?” Asked Huey.
“I’m going to deal with Glomgold, business matters.” Said Scrooge
“Can we come with you?” Asked Dewey
“Nay, you might get bored there. You kids mind the house.” Said Scrooge as he gets into the car.
But before the car drives away; Scrooge looks to Mrs. Beakley and tells her. “Call Fenton Crackshell to come in early, I’ll need him to recount me money.”
“Will Do.” Said Mrs. Beakley, as the car started driving away from McDuck Manor.
About 10-15 minutes later; Scrooge and Duckworth arrived at Glomgold Manor. It was at that time his begins to feel a small ache in his bladder, but decided to ignore it and try to get to the bottom of this deal.
Scrooge lets himself inside the manor to find Gladstone Gander talking to Flintheart Glomgold.
“Ah, Mr. McDuck. How nice of you to join us.” Said Glomgold, pretending to be polite.
Scrooge ignoring Flintheart’s greetings and focused on Gladstone saying “What is the meaning of this?”
“Well Scrooge, my recent days were not as lucky as I hoped. So I thought I could get luckier if I get a job, and Mr. Glomgold gave me a job.” Said Gladstone
“Since when did you get so unlucky?” Asked Scrooge
“I don’t know. Maybe I was expecting too much.” Said Gladstone
“I’m sure you wouldn’t hire him if he asked to work for you.” Said Glomgold
“Neither would you Glomgold, and why would you hire Gladstone?” Asked Scrooge
“Why else? He’s a lucky lad. And I could use some luck.” Said Glomgold
“This is all superstitious nonsense.” Said Scrooge, getting irritated by Glomgold’s answer.
“Nah, you’re just afraid I could become the #1 Richest duck in a world. And I will be.” Said Glomgold
“Not if I can say something about that, Glomgold!” Said Scrooge
“Oh Yeah?” Asked Glomgold
“Yeah!” Said Scrooge
Gladstone started to numb his mind as the two richest ducks continued on bickering about their finances and Gladstone’s job.
Meanwhile; The Beagle Boys approached the Money Bin, with a new plan formulated.
“Alright Megabyte, let’s see how you can hack into their machinery.” Said Bigtime
“This will only take a few minutes.” Said Megabyte, holding a controller switch he made himself.
He started pushing some buttons for one minute. And then the next minute; Many of the booby-traps were exposed and were set on without them invading the Money Bin.
Soon afterwards, the traps were set to offline. Making the passage to the Money Bin safe.
“The traps are off, let’s go.” Said Bigtime
“Oh I hope they have some food in there.” Said Burger , hungry all of the sudden.
“You’ll get some food as soon as we rob this joint.” Said Bigtime.
The Beagle Boys pulled out their weapons, and begun to invade the Money Bin.
“Oh no, it’s the Beagle Boys!” Said the secretary in panic.
“Quick, sound the alarm!” Said one of the guards.
They also tried to call Scrooge’s home number, but they were informed that he isn’t home.
Scrooge and Flintheart has been arguing for over 20 minutes, much to Gladstone’s annoyance. He basically wondered around waiting for the argument to die down.
Glomgold’s butler came in saying “Sir, a phone call from Mrs. Beakley?”
“Tell him I’m in a middle of discussing business with Scrooge.” Said Glomgold
“He said it’s an emergency.” Said Glomgold’s butler
“An emergency from Duckworth, let me answer it.” Said Scrooge, grabbing the phone out of the butler’s hand and answering “Yes, what is it Beakley?”
“The Beagle Boys has invaded your Money Bin. And they managed to set off your traps.” Said Beakley through the phone.
“What?! Call Fenton Crackshell! Tell him to get his suit and come to the money bin as soon as he can. And Hurry!” Said Scrooge, now in panic mode. Then hung up.
“Hey! I’m not finished with you yet.” Said Glomgold
“This discussion is over Glomgold. And Gladstone…..” Scrooge approached Gladstone to give him a warning look and said “….Don’t ever work with Glomgold. I’ll tell you later.”
“Ok Scrooge, but it’s not a promise.” Said Gladstone, unsure of his decision yet.
Glomgold smirked and said “Looks like I just got lucky Scrooge. Thanks to Gladstone, your money bin has been hacked, and the Beagle Boys will get away with your loot.” Then Glomgold laughed
“Not if I get there first.” Said Scrooge, determined to keep his Money Bin safe.
Scrooge soon darted out of Glomgold’s mansion, approached his car with Duckworth in it.
“To the Money Bin Duckworth, and hurry.” Said Scrooge
“Right away sir.” Said Duckworth, as he then proceeded to drive away from Glomgold’s mansion.
Unfortunately, they ran into traffic half-way through Duckburg. Leaving Scrooge and Duckworth no choice but to wait while stopping and going constantly.
“Ooooh, Bless me Bagpipes. If we don’t get there soon enough, the Beagle Boys will get ahold of my money.” Scrooge wined.
But the money bin is not the only thing that worried Scrooge. He crossed his legs as he sat nervously in the car, hoping to get to the bathroom once they solve the issue with the Beagle Boys.
All of this stop-go-stop-go is making it worse for Scrooge’s bladder. Made Scrooge’s legs crossed even tighter as he fidgeted a little.
‘Should have gone to the bathroom before dealing with Glomgold, shouldn’t have even gone there in a first place.’ Scrooge thought to himself, regretting the situation.
It took about 30 minutes for Scrooge and Duckworth to finally make it to the Money Bin.
Scrooge looked around asking “Where’s GizmoDuck? Beakley said she’ll call him to come as soon as possible.“
“I’ll try to reach him sir.” Said Duckworth, picking up the portable phone.
“I’m going in to the vault. I hope the Beagle Boys isn’t there yet.” Said Scrooge, as he proceeded to the backside containing the secret entrance with a code only Scrooge knew about.
After sprinting through the secret entryway, Scrooge managed to reach to his main office right by the vault.
Luckily, the vault turns out to be safe as soon as Scrooge unlocked the vault to make sure the Beagle Boys didn’t make it in.
Scrooge then looked out to see if he could possibly reach the bathroom from the main door, only to find that the Beagle Boys are close by, and are about to approach his office.
“Curse me Kilt!” Said Scrooge, as he closed and locked the door. Then rushed in to the vault of his money. He closed the door and locked the vault from the inside. Leaving himself inside the vault to guard his money.
“Oooh, I hope GizmoDuck gets here quick.” Said Scrooge to himself, unsure how long he can keep the Beagle Boys away from the vault, and how long he can hold his bladder.
Outside of Scrooge’s Mansion; Fenton Crackshell arrived. But Mrs. Beakley approached him and told him everything going on in the Money Bin.
“Yipes, I better get my Giz…..I mean security.” Said Fenton, then went back to the car to find…..he left his GizmoDuck suit back at his mom’s trailer home.
“Oh no, I better get back. Oh Blathering Blatherskite!” Then Fenton drove back home to fetch for the suit.
The Beagle Boys busted into Scrooge’s office, not knowing that Scrooge is inside the vault.
“Alright boys, time to get the loot.” Said Bigtime, then looked to Megabyte and said “Can you get this to open?”
“There’s a lot of locking mechanism installed in this vault. May take me a while.” Said Megabyte
“Well we won’t have much time. GizmoDuck could be there any minute.” Said Bigtime.
Megabyte proceeded to puzzle with his hacking ability to the vault of Scrooge’s money.
Behind the vault; Scrooge stood by his pile of money, determined to remain in the vault no matter what happens.
But Scrooge felt a heavy twinge in his bladder, causing him to hold his crotch through his kilt.
“I’ve never had to pee so bad before, and this is terrible timing.” Scrooge muttered as he looked nervously to his locked vault. “Come on Fenton, where the hell are you?”
After 20 minutes of driving back to his mother’s trailer; Fenton grabbed a hold of his GizmoDuck suit.
“Blathering Blatherskite!” Said Fenton, getting on the GizmoDuck suit.
Now as GizmoDuck; he flies over towards the money bin.
“This may take longer than expected” Said Megabyte, having a hard time getting the vault door to open.
“Well hurry up will you!” Said Bigtime
Behind the vault…..
“Hurry up GizmoDuck, I really need to pee.” Scrooge muttered before he moaned in pain, with both his hands between his legs, grabbing his crotch through his kilt.
After about 5 more minutes; Megabyte managed to unlock the vault.
“Bingo!” Said Megabyte
“Good, time to….” Bigtime was cut off by the sudden appearance of GizmoDuck.
“Hold it right there! You’re under arrest!” Said GizmoDuck
Behind the vault…..
“About Bloody time” Said Scrooge silently, but doing a little potty-dance on his own money.
“Oh yeah, eat this!” Said Burger, throwing an object that hit GizmoDuck’s face, causing him to spin around uncontrollably. Causing a shake in Scrooge’s office, and the Beagle Boys to duck-in-cover.
The shake in Scrooge’s Bin caused Scrooge to lose his balance a little.
Scrooge then felt a leak escape onto his kilt.
“Ah!” Scrooge grabbed his crotch, trying to prevent the leak. He sworn he felt a drop down right onto his money.
“Curse me Kilts, I almost peed my own money! If GizmoDuck doesn’t get the Beagle Boys out of here soon, I’m going to have a serious accident.” Scrooge cried to himself.
“Quick, get to the vault!” Shouted Bigtime.
Burger opened the door to the vault, but before he could walk inside; he was suddenly pulled back by GizmoDuck’s grappling hook.
“Sorry boys, but no loot for you today.” Said GizmoDuck, after he regained control and used his controls to pull all of the Beagle Boys away from the office. Forcing the Beagle Boys out of the office and straight down to the police.
“Alright boys, party is over. You’re all under arrest.” Said an officer
“Ah man, we were so close.” Said Bigtime, not happy about the outcome.
Seeing that the vault door is opened, Scrooge carefully climbed up to the ladder, hoping that he could make it to the bathroom in time.
Upon the view of his now-messy office; Scrooge sees that GizmoDuck has gotten rid of the Beagle Boys. With only GizmoDuck standing between the office, and the way to the bathroom.
“Ah, hello Scrooge. Your money is now safe. You won’t have to worry about…” GizmoDuck was cut off by Scrooge trying to pass by him all of the sudden.
“Move, Move! Let me through!” Scrooge yelled as he timidly squeezes his way pass GizmoDuck, keeping his hands down his crotch.
He then darted for the bathroom. Until he noticed the bathroom is blocked by one of his desks that was accidentally thrown during the battle.
“GizmoDuck! Move that desk out of there this instant!” Said Scrooge, feeling like he’s ready to pee any moment.
“What’ the matter Scrooge?” Asked GizmoDuck
“Just move the desk! I need to…..AAahhh, No! NO!” Scrooge then shivered and went wide-eyed. His bladder exploded.
Scrooge began to feel pee running down his legs, reaching down onto his favorite spats. He held his crotch to try to stop the leak, but it was no use. A wet patch started to spread on the crotch of his kilt, dampening his kilt and his hands holding the kilt.
“Oh my” Said GizmoDuck, seeing his boss peeing his kilt. He didn’t see this one coming.
Scrooge feels relieved, but humiliated with GizmoDuck watching him pee his kilt. He could only stand there now and finish peeing himself, soaking his legs and his spats.
After a minute when he finished peeing, he looked down. He couldn’t believe it, he wet himself. A duck over 60 years of age actually peed himself.
“Bless Me Bagpipes” Scrooge cried a little
GizmoDuck switched back to Fenton Crackshell and felt nervous of what Scrooge would do next. Fenton couldn’t help but feel that it’s his fault Scrooge didn’t make it to the bathroom.
“Oh Scrooge, I’m….I’m so sorry, I’ll..I’ll….I’ll get you a towel. And I’ll make sure nobody sees you like this.” Said Fenton, unsure if Scrooge is going to yell at him, fire him, beat him with the cane. Fenton didn’t want to wait and find out, he’d rather try to be as helpful as he can.
Scrooge only stood there in the puddle of his own urine. He remember his previous accidents back when he was younger, but it’s been a long time when he last wet himself.
Now realizing he’s in a hallway, he moved back to the office. Not caring if he’s leaving trails of urine dripping from his kilt.
He then looked around his office, still a mess. Scrooge felt that this day has brought to him lots of trouble, but sure is glad to see that his money is safe again.
Fenton returned to Scrooge and said “Here’s a towel.”
“Fenton” Said Scrooge in a serious tone,
“Look, it’s my fault. I should have moved that desk when you told me to. I…” Fenton tries to explain
“Fenton” Said Scrooge again
“I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t fire me, please!” Fenton wined a little
“Fenton!” Said Scrooge, finally getting Fenton silent enough to listen. Then Scrooge added “I’m not going to fire you.”
“You’re….You’re not?” Asked Fenton
“It’s not your fault laddie, you didn’t know I had to pee so badly.” Said Scrooge, approaching Fenton and putting a hand on his shoulder.
“But, it is my fault. I should have brought the GizmoDuck suit to begin with, I wasn’t too prepared.” Said Fenton, then covered his mouth, realizing he didn’t need to tell Scrooge that part.
Scrooge then gave him a stern look at first, then said “Well, since you put it that way. Then it is your fault. And therefore…..” Scrooge thought over for a minute, making Fenton very nervous.
Then Scrooge made up his mind and said “And therefore, I now forbid you bathroom privileges for a week. As both an accountant and GizmoDuck, you will not be allowed to go to the bathroom. If you ever need to pee, tough luck. I would suggest you buy yourself some diapers.”
Fenton looked to Scrooge in awe. He expected many kinds of punishments, but this one……Fenton didn’t know how to react at first. But felt embarrassed at the idea of wearing a diaper to work.
Fenton was about to interject “Well Scrooge, I’m not so sure if I could….”
“Unless you’d rather lose your job.” Said Scrooge
“Alright, alright. I won’t go to the bathroom during work hours for a week.” Fenton confirmed, but then questioned “But do I have to wear a diaper to work?”
“I would recommend it, but that’s up to you. But no bathrooms.” Said Scrooge
“I think I can hold it long enough during work hours.” Said Fenton
“It’ll be a lot of hours ya know. Don’t get too confident.” Said Scrooge
“I think I can do it.” Said Fenton.
“Good” Said Scrooge, crossing his arms. Then said “And another thing….”
“Yes?” Asked Fenton
“You’re going to clean me up.” Said Scrooge
“Sure thing, I’ll….what?” Fenton just realized what Scrooge said.
Scrooge approached closer to Fenton, beak-by-beak, and said “You are to let me into the bathroom you blocked, and you are going to make sure I’m cleaned up. It is your fault after all, so this is your mess.” Scrooge pointed down to his urine-filled legs and kilt.
“You mean you want me to…but that wasn’t in the job description.” Said Fenton, his face shade of red.
“It is now. Because I’m your boss. Now unless you rather get fired, I suggest you escort me to the bathroom.” Said Scrooge, his eyes much closer to Fenton’s.
Fenton swallowed, then said “Ok, I’ll…I’ll do it. Blathering Blatherskite” Then Fenton becomes Gizmoduck and finally moved the desk that was in the way.
“Off your suit and come with me.” Said Scrooge, walking into the bathroom.
Fenton got off the GizmoDuck suit followed Scrooge to the bathroom.
Scrooge thought to himself ‘Boy, Fenton sure looks cute when he’s all embarrassed’
After closing the bathroom door, Fenton faced Scrooge and asked “So, how do I start?”
“Just minute.” Said Scrooge, unbuckling the kilt he peed on. Took it off and threw it to Fenton saying “When we’re done with this, I would like it dry-cleaned.”
Fenton couldn’t believe he’s touching Scrooge’s wet kilt. The urine of his crush in contact with his bare hands. Usually he’d be disgusted, but he just couldn’t help the feel of it.
Nevertheless; Fenton puts the kilt aside and turns to Scrooge now kilt-less.
Scrooge also took off his spats, and tossed it towards where Fenton placed the kilt. Then grabbed for a cloth and soap nearby and handed them to Fenton saying “Now, clean me up.”
Fenton looked down to Scrooge’s bare legs, still wet of urine. Fenton slowly kneeled down to his knees, then grabbed Scrooge’s left leg. Then puts the cloth on Scrooge’s left knee, and started washing up and down the leg.
Scrooge shivered a little, feeling the refreshing liquid cleaning up his urine. As much as he hoped to get cleaned up, Scrooge couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Fenton’s blushing face. He always wanted to see Fenton’s reaction when asked to do something unusual like this. He would expect Fenton to try to walk out in embarrassment.
But Fenton just swallowed and continue washing Scrooge’s left leg. Getting his hand and cloth up around Scrooge’s foot, his ankles, his calves, his knee, and his thigh. Then back down to Scrooge’s left foot. The cloth tickled Scrooge a little when reaching down to the soles of Scrooge’s webbed-feet.
“C-Careful lad, I’m ticklish.” Said Scrooge, but feeling amazed that Fenton is handling this.
Then Fenton started on Scrooge’s right leg, same way as his left leg.
Fenton couldn’t help but move his bare hand around Scrooge’s leg, while wiping it with his clothed hand. He’s never felt this much touch on his own boss he has a crush on.
When having the cloth on the top of Scrooge’s right foot, Fenton couldn’t help but press his free hand firmly on the bottom of Scrooge’s foot.
His fingers pressed firmly between the soles, causing Scrooge to moan a little. Which made Fenton stop.
“Oh, sorry. Did that hurt?” Said Fenton
“Not at all Fenton. In fact, I could use a foot massage while you’re at this.” Said Scrooge, holding his foot closer to Fenton.
Fenton stared at Scrooge’s feet for the moment, then proceeded to massage the feet. This helped making Scrooge feel more and more better, distracting his mind away from the accident he had recently.
Scrooge felt amazed at how well Fenton is doing massaging his feet. The soles, the heals, and his webbed-toes. Having a foot massage from his accountant is becoming one of the best feelings he hasn’t had in a long time.
Scrooge also felt that the best part is that he no longer has to worry about paying for a massage therapist, he has his favorite accountant to do it for free.
Fenton also seemed to enjoy feeling Scrooge’s legs and feet so much, he felt turned on. His mind so focused on massaging and cleaning Scrooge’s legs so much, he forgets he now has a visible erection.
This catches Scrooge a little by surprise, seeing Fenton’s dick visible.
“Um, Fenton?” said Scrooge, raising his eyebrow
“Yeah boss?” Asked Fenton
Scrooge only pointed towards Fenton’s crotch, alerting him of what’s going on.
This made Fenton freak a little, blushing red in face while timidly covering his crotch saying “Oh dear oh dear oh dar, so sorry boss. I got carried away.”
“Hehe, indeed you did lad. Surprised you’re into this kind of stuff.” Said Scrooge, looking understanding at first, but then cleared his throat and added “But I don’t want any of my employees to get horny during business hours. It would distract them from their duties. That goes for you Fenton”
“Right, sorry about that. I’ll try to focus to finish cleaning you up.” Said Fenton
“That’s easier said than done. You will need to be relieved.” Said Scrooge
Fenton’s eyed widened in fear and said “Relieved, you mean dismissed?” Said Fenton
Scrooge facepalmed and said “No No you nitwit. I mean you need to be relieved from your horny thoughts. You can’t just wait it out for your dick to be limp, you need to let it out.”
Fenton couldn’t help but lowered his head in a deep blush. Then timidly said “Ok Boss, maybe I’ll just masturbate when I’m done cleaning you up.”
“It’ll be better if you do it now.” Said Scrooge
“Now? In front of you?” Asked Fenton, not believing what Scrooge is saying
“We have lots of work to do when we’re done with this. Time is money. And I want your full focus on your job. You understand?” Said Scrooge, treating the masturbating circumstance as if it’s a natural thing.
“O..Ok…..Anything you S-Say.” Said Fenton timidly.
He then puts his hand on his erected dick, and was about to stroke it……only to be stopped by Scrooge’s foot on Fenton’s shoulder.
“You still have to finish cleaning me up to.” Said Scrooge, keeping in mind of his legs still full of soap-water.
Fenton seemed puzzled about this. Scrooge wants him to clean up, and masturbate at the same time.
But Scrooge noticed the confusion and puts his hand on Fenton’s chin to lift his face up to see Scrooge telling him “Perhaps it’ll be easier if I do it for you. Stand up.”
“Wh…What do you mean Mr. McDuck?” Asked Fenton, standing up.
With Scrooge sitting down, he placed both of his feet on Fenton’s erected dick.
“S..Scrooge! I…..” Fenton freaked when Scrooge touched his dick
“You still have your hands to finished cleaning me up. Try to do it as best you can lad.” Said Scrooge, before stroking Fenton’s dick with both feet. Giving Fenton a footjob.
Fenton couldn’t help but moan at this sensational feeling Scrooge is giving to him. But also kept his focus as much as he can on Scrooge’s legs that’s now easy to reach.
So he then begins drying up Scrooge’s legs, trying to bear with the legs moving a little while the footjob makes him feel good.
Scrooge still feels amazed to see his accountant put up with all of this. Drying the legs while getting jerked off by his own boss, that’s got to be a challenge he expected nobody else could handle.
Fenton managed to get both of Scrooge’s legs all cleaned and dried up, hoping deep down that Scrooge doesn’t stop masturbating Fenton’s dick with his feet.
“When you’re done with me legs, put the towel on meself. Incase you cum.” Said Scrooge
“Ooooh, I think I’m getting a little close already.” Fenton moaned, as he does indeed feel his climax starting to build up.
But he managed to keep hold of the towel, placing it on Scrooge’s chest where Fenton’s own dick points to.
After placing the towel on Scrooge, Fenton couldn’t get himself to move back. His body leaning close to Scrooge’s body, his head close to Scrooge’s head.
Scrooge kept up with the footjob on Fenton, now with the stroke going faster. Causing Fenton to moaned a little louder.
“Not too loud Fenton.” Said Scrooge, putting his arms on Fenton to keep him steady as he rubs his feet hard on Fenton’s dick
The climax gets closer and closer for Fenton
“Oh oh, Scrooge. I can’t hold it, I’m going to cum. I’m going to…..AHH”
Fenton came, squirting semen onto Scrooge’s towel. His seed escaping Fenton’s dick as Fenton leaned his head down to Scrooge’s neck, feeling the cheeks touching.
Scrooge held him steady as he sees Fenton’s dick squirting to the towel that’s protecting Scrooge’s upper chest.
“Thataboy Fenton, thataboy.” Said Scrooge, giving Fenton a pat on the back. He doesn’t even mind feeling Fenton’s cheek.
After a moment of climax; Fenton breathed heavily as he lifts his head to Scrooge saying “That was….That was……Great.”
“Glad you’re handling this well Fenton.” Said Scrooge, feeling a little proud of his accountant. But then stood up and said “But now we got that out of the way, we should get back to work. You still have to wash my kilt and spats.”
Fenton frowned and looked down, wondering if Scrooge has any sort of love for him. Then looked over to the spats and kilt tossed aside.
While Scrooge’s straightens out, he asked “Tell me Fenton, were you thinking of anyone when you got horny?”
“Well no I….Yes. I was thinking of someone I have a crush on” Said Fenton, twirling his fingers.
“Oh really, who might that be?” Asked Scrooge, getting himself ready to walk out the door
“You” Said Fenton, being honest but nervous.
This stop Scrooge’s track, getting Scrooge to look back at Fenton with an expression like he’s surprised.
“Me? You mean it was me you were thinking of?” Asked Scrooge
“I….I…” Fenton couldn’t finish, as he just approached Scrooge with a hug saying “I can’t help it. I have a crush on you Scrooge. Please don’t be mad.”
Scrooge only stood there, feeling the tenderness he never felt before from any younger man that’s not related.
Scrooge removed himself from the hug, looked to Fenton and said “Look Fenton, I’m flattered you feel this way about me.“
Fenton could only look at Scrooge, not knowing if he’s in trouble or what.
Scrooge confirmed “I can’t say that I feel the same about you Fenton. I’m ok with you being gay, but I can’t promise any relationships.”
Fenton frowned again after that response, until Scrooge gives Fenton a kiss on the cheek.
“But I’m not married. And I could be bisexual too. Just don’t expect us to do any relationships.” Said Scrooge
Fenton still feels cheered up, and places his own kiss to Scrooge’s forehead.
“Thank you Scrooge.” Said Fenton
“Don’t mention it, now let’s get back to work.” Said Scrooge, as he and Fenton walks out the bathroom to deal with the mess around the hall.
Scrooge turned to face Fenton one more time saying “Don’t forget, no bathroom privileges for a week during business hours. Understood?”
“Yes Mr. Duck. No bathrooms for me.” Said Fenton, feeling confident……..for now.
End of an Omorashi Episode
Woo-Hoo
This is the yaoi version of the fanfic. The non-yaoi version is also here.
Edited June 27, 2019 by irvinegamer
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I’d had a crush on Alice for years, she lived next door to me growing up and was one year above me in school. We hung out a bit outside school and during the summers but never really got super close.
Years passed and I kind of forgot about her, but when I was 21 and coming home from junior year of college for the summer, and she had just graduated, we had a chance encounter at the grocery store.
We talked for a bit and I found out she’d moved out of her parents and gotten a job in a law firm downtown, I had an internship at a software company a few blocks away. We decided to grab coffee and catch up that Friday.
She had something come up so we switched it to drinks after work and while we were talking I realized how much I was still into her, and I was getting some signals back as well.
I noticed she had a subtle sweet smell that I assumed was her perfume, it seemed familiar though. After awhile, she invited me back to her place for dinner (I was bragging about how good I was at making spaghetti and she wanted to take me up on the challenge).
When we made it to her apartment, the first thing I noticed was a faint smell in the place that seemed familiar, sort of like her perfume but stronger. I thought nothing of it and she told me I could put my stuff down over by the couch. Alice went into her bedroom to drop off her stuff ad I heard her open a window too.
Alice’s couch looked like it was a goodwill affair, out of date cloth patterns, some stains on the cushions, you know. Actually, there were an awful lot of circular water stains on the seat cushions, and the couch seemed to smell even more like the apartment. I went to sit in the middle but found it was slightly damp, so I sat off to one side.
I asked Alice about it when she came out and she turned kind of red but said that she’d spilled something on it this morning before work and thought it would be dry by now.
She asked if I wanted a drink and I said yes, so she poured me a gin and tonic, and one for herself too. During the cooking and eating of dinner, which was pretty late (around 9pm) we had a few drinks and were relatively tipsy . I offered to clean up but she refused, saying that “We can get that later”, took my hand and led me into her bedroom. The smell was stronger in here but the window was open and I was kind of drunk so I really didn’t put any thought into it.
Alice told me that she was looking for a casual fling for the summer, and that I’d gotten a lot cuter since we were growing up, I responded in kind and we started making out on her bed.
“Are you gonna leave my shirt on all night or do you need an engraved invitation?” she asked me while fumbling with my belt, and I very happily relieved her of the garment!
I started taking her pants off but she stopped me and did it herself, saying I was too slow, and jumped into bed waiting for me.
After some great sex we were laying there together in an alcohol and hormone induced stupor when Alice started up a conversation I’ll never forget.
“So, what are you into sex-wise? That was great but do you have any kinks?”
Not sure how open I wanted to be, I replied of course, but since she started asking, she’s got to tell me one of hers first.
“That’s not how this works!” she giggled, and rolled on top of me – mock pinning me down. “Really, what do you like?”
“Well, I like spanking and ‘naughty girl’ play” I replied, thinking that was a safe starting spot.
“Is that all? Nothing a little more, I don’t know, unusual?” Alice asked?
Now some guys could have thought of a good lie on the spot, but I was like a deer in the headlights and there was only one on my mind…
“Well, it is a bit more unusual, but you can’t get weird on me cause you asked!” I prefaced, “I do like when those naughty girls I spank have wet themselves, especially after I’ve made them hold their pee for a long time.”
“Your turn…”
Alice started laughing and fell off me to the side in her bed cackling. “Hey! You asked if I was into anything unusual and I told you! No need to rub in how odd it is.”
“No you don’t understand” Alice said, “I’m complete omo trash! I wet myself all the time, it’s my biggest kink! That seat cushion was wet cause I pissed myself watching TV last night, hell I bet these sheets have little dried spots all over them if you looked closely.”
Finally it all clicked for me. That faint smell I’d had since meeting Alice, was dried piss! I was instantly hard, and she noticed right away.
“You know how I didn’t let you take off my pants?” She said in a sultry voice, “It was because I had been wetting my panties all day and pulling them back up under my pants – I didn’t want you noticing.”
I leaned over the side of the bed to grab her pants and the underwear caught up in them and sure enough, saw tide marks in her damp panties from all her “Accidents”.
“OMG that Is so fucking sexy. Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl all day, I think you deserve a little punishment for not using the appropriate place for the bathroom…”
Alice looked at me with big doe eyes and said, clearly egging me on, “But going in my big girl panties is so much more fun than the toilet.”
“Well I’ll tell you what, since you didn’t know it wasn’t okay before now, your punishment is just 3 spanks for every time you wet your panties today. How many times was that?”
“You’re going to think I’m so gross” she giggled, “it’s six times!”
“Six? You must have really had to go, huh?” I said as I grabbed her arm and pulled her over my lap. “You’d better count for me or I’ll have to start over!”
18 spanks later, Alice’s butt was bright red and she was ready to go again, pushing me onto my back and sliding on to me easily and we had the best round 2 of sex I’d ever had until that point. As we laid in bed afterwards I reflected on my good fortune.
This summer was looking like it would be a lot more fun than I thought. |
Thank you all for your comments! I got another burst of inspiration and wrote this next chapter which has a lot more action in it!
*Laundry Day*
Over the last couple weeks Alice and I had been hanging out and grabbing lunch fairly often, I’d even stayed at her house the whole last weekend. Today was Saturday and she had a soccer game at 10 so she got up before me and let me stay behind.
Alice asked me to do some laundry for her as we’d both wet ourselves the night before and there was a smell that was starting to get bad – neither of us wanted that at all. “I’m also getting low on underwear” she muttered, “I seem to have a problem making it to the bathroom.” Understatement of the century.
As I was loading her washer around 11, I was creeping through her clothes and peeking at all her underwear. It seemed that every pair had been wet at least once, most of them had 2-3 high water marks on them, including the pair she wore to work yesterday.
When I first met Alice for drinks, I’d noticed the faint smell of dried piss but hadn’t recognized it – I wondered how she could do that at work without anyone noticing. Most of her work pants were black, so if she had a damp patch between her legs it wasn’t visible, but it still would smell after awhile.
I kept out a particularly stained pair (I counted 7 marks) of pink and white striped cheeky panties for ‘safekeeping’ 😉 and started the rest. I had an idea for a kinky game that I wanted to play.
Alice came home a couple hours later, having won her rec game. As I embraced her I felt her butt and sure enough, it felt like she’d wet herself, but the black and white athletic shorts she was wearing showed no sign of it. I asked her about it and she said she’d done it on the sidelines during the game after she’d subbed out with another player. She just pretended to tie her shoe and let out little spurts over the course of the last 5-10 minutes of the game. “It was really warm and nice, great way to relax after my part of the game” she said.
I asked to see her underwear and she pulled the leg of her shorts to the side, clearly showing where the dark purple of her pissed underwear turned back to the light color of dry fabric.
“There’s a lot of the girls on my team who do it too, we’re too far from the park bathrooms and it’s way easier and more fun to just stay on the sidelines. Celeste does it with me the most often.” I packed that one away for later, maybe Celeste was someone I wanted to meet with Alice, could be fun.
I told her to go shower and that I had a fun idea for a game to play today – which caught her attention right away. “What game?” she asked.
“Go shower and come back, I’ll tell you then!” I insisted
Once out of the shower she came back to her room in just a towel where I was on the bed playing with my phone.
“So what was this game you were talking about?”
I pulled the really stained panties out from behind my back and Alice immediately blushed.
“I was wondering if you could tell me the story that goes with these…”
“You were going through my laundry!” Accused Alice.
“Of course I was, but you’re dodging the question! I’d like you to wear them today though, since you’re already off to such a great start, these panties are your potty again today.” I stood, holding the underwear out to her expectantly, a mischevious smile on my face.
Alice Sighed, seeming to realize that I wouldn’t relent on this issue. She took them from me and slipped them on, dropping her towel and started putting on a bra and shirt.
“Well I wore those to work actually, I was wearing a kind of flowy circle skirt with a really cute top, but when I got to the office, I remembered that the lawyers had an event they’d be at all day, leaving me to deal with all the random stuff around the office.”
“I got really bored and decided that I was going play a game I made up in class back at school actually. I’d leak in my panties every time that one of their desks had a call come through, or reception transferred me a call. Back at school it was every time I heard someone’s phone buzz on their desk or in their pocket. I had a couple close calls.” She said this last part with a giggle, I’d definitely have to dig deeper there.
“So I hiked up my skirt so it wouldn’t get wet, and sat on my computer chair. I was going to finish my coffee and have a drink every 2 hours afterwards to keep it interesting.”
“It only took about 30 minutes for the first call to come through, It was for Allen, so I didn’t pick it up but I let myself dribble for as long as it rang. It’s a good thing nobody else was there, cause I could hear the low hiss of me pissing myself and the dripping onto the floor below me very clearly.”
“I finished my coffee about then, and decided to get a glass of water earlier than I planned. The next two calls were transfers and didn’t ring as long, but the jet of piss hitting my panties was just as loud. I was getting kind of desperate and there was a lot of force behind the wetting.”
“There were 2 hours of nothing till lunch, but my underwear were getting cold so I’d let out a small spurt every once in awhile to ease off the pressure and warm up.” Alice looked me straight in the eye when she said this, and I heard a dripping sound start. I looked down and saw a new wet spot start to form between her legs.
She pissed herself for about five seconds and stopped, looked down and inspected the damage with a wry grin. “About like that” she said, “Not enough to fully piss myself at my desk, but plenty enough to keep warm.” As she said this she used her foot to drag the towel she’d dropped on the floor over the wet spot and dried it up and winked at me.
“Now I hadn’t had a full pee all day yet, I’d let off a lot of pressure, but I really had to go. I made myself wait till lunch though so I could go grab some food and eat it in the park nearby. Once I finally got to a spot on the grass I was absolutely bursting, so I pulled my skirt out of the way again and inspected the damage.”
“There was already a pretty big yellow spot, but I finally let go and my wet patch got a lot bigger while I watched, I actually could hear it over the noises of the outside! I thought about recording it and sending it your way but I didn’t. By the time I’d finished, I’d wet for almost a full minute and felt much better.”
“I ate my lunch, read for a bit and headed back to the office – nobody the wiser.”
“There were still some more calls that afternoon but Doug had made it back to the office so it made it hard to fully let go. I still wet when the calls came through but it was just more small spurts. And then it was time to head home!”
“Oh my god,” I said after a beat, “That was the hottest story I’ve ever heard in my life! Why can’t I work with you, it would be a constant game of hide and seek the evidence”
“Well, you do get to peek at my laundry!” Retorted Alice. “I’m so glad I have hardwood floors, cause I’d have ruined all my carpet already.”
“You certainly ruined that couch” I replied. “When I got here the first time I thought you’d just gotten an acute case of goodwill-couch! Now I know better…”
“How else was I going to finish my movies without potty breaks?” As she was saying this, Alice was looking through her closet and turned around triumphantly holding a dark blue skirt. “This is the same skirt I had on with these before.”
I inspected it from afar and could find no stains or signs that it had ever been wet. “You did a good job on damage control there babe, I can’t believe you didn’t wash it with the batch of clothes today though.”
Alice pulled on the skirt and shrugged “I didn’t get it dirty, simple!”
We were getting hungry so walked into the kitchen – as I was making us sandwiches I noticed Alice was getting fidgety. “Everything alright?” I asked.
“I need to poootty” she said, stretching it out to make it obvious she wanted me to do something about it.
“You’re wearing your potty panties for the day Alice, come here.” She got a bit closer and I reached down and tucked the front of her skirt into the top of her striped panties so that the front of them was on full display, new wet spot on top of older yellow ones. It was quite a sight.
“You’re not taking these off until bed, so I suggest you use them, It’s not like it’s a chore for you,” I said with a wink.
Alice gave an exaggerated huffy sigh and squatted right there “Okay” she said, beaming up at me as the angry hiss of her pee hitting her underwear.
I watched the whole time, slowly getting harder as the “Pssssssshhhhhhh” got louder. When her wetting started to taper off after abut 30 seconds she began rubbing herself and half closed her eyes. I let it go on for a little but eventually broke in with “Alice, your sandwich is ready. Stop that and wash your hands for lunch.” She pouted at me a bit but did as I asked, skirt still tucked into her panties.
I handed her a big glass of water and told her that she should drink 3 of them before the end of the hour. She downed it in one go, smirking at me as she refilled it.
We both skirted the edge of the puddle and walked to the table. She plopped down and started eating right away, I put down my plate and glass and went to go get the towel she used earlier to mop up her leak in the bedroom.
After soaking up most of it and washing my hands, I ate my sandwich and we talked about her game, as well as what we wanted to do for the rest of the day. At one point I heard a faint “Psshhht” and gave her a questioning look. She returned it with a giggle “It was only a little bit”
“You love leaking everywhere don’t you?” I asked.
“You love it when I leak everywhere, don’t you?” Alice retorted. Then gulped down the rest of her last glass of water and stood up, walking around the table to me, eyes burning with lust. I scooted back a bit to stand up but she pushed my chest back down into the chair and grabbed me through my pants. Her wet panties were still on full display right at eye level, skirt tucked into them. The crotch was heavily yellowed, and the whole front was covered in tide marks, a single drip snaking its way down her thigh.
"You really love it don't you?" she said in a low voice, following my stare to its destination. I was instantly hard again and straining up towards her hand. "Say it", Alice asked.
"Fuck I love it, you're so sexy" I moved my hand to the inside of her leg and stroked her through the wet cloth, feeling her grind down onto my hand to apply pressure. I heard Alice sigh and my hand got wet with a fresh jet of pee, "I had to do that" She said breathlessly, the flush in her cheeks now evident.
Alice got tired of waiting after a while and pulled my pants out of the way, my swollen member springing to attention.
"Since you said I can't take these off, I guess I'll just have to figure it out with them on." Alice slid her panties to the side and slid onto me where we had amazing sex next to the dining room table.
"Oh I needed that," she said, "So did I" I replied. |
The story before this point can be found here
Just as I finished cleaning myself up and was stepping out of the shower my phone rang. It was Pam saying she was offered overtime Friday this weekend. "Could you watch Lisa this weekend? "You are all she talks about since last time you babysat her. You seem to have made quite an impression on her. If I didn't know better I would say she is developing a crush on you." I giggled, "I hope she didn't say anything that will get me into trouble." "Not at all" Pam assured me. "According to her you are the best thing since sliced bread. She won't stop bugging me about when she can come visit you again."
That's a load off my mind there for a minute I thought she had let something slip that would make her mom not trust me. "Have Lisa take a couple of changes of clothes to school with her on Friday and let her know not to ride the bus home because I will pick her up from school." Pam showered me with a thousand thank yous. I told her "no problem, she is fun to spend time with."
"You should act more like Lisa. She only wants to come over again because she knows at your place she can get away with pissing in her pants and not get in trouble for it. Next time she comes over you should have an accident just like her."
When she came out of the school Friday afternoon she made a bee line for my car. She opened the door and jumped in the passenger seat, tossed her back pack in the back seat. Threw her arms around me. She proceded to bounce and squirm around on my lap as shen squeeze the stuffings out of me. I smile at her snd I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Take it easy there kid, you act like you are about to pee your pants" She giggled and blushed "Almost, but not quite. This is going to be so fun, a whole weekend with you instead of my uptight mom. Can we watch another movie tonight? Please, and this time you have to wear a pull up too, so you won't have to interupt it in the middle" Her energy is infectious cause I start laughing as I say. "Sure we can watch a movie when we get home. If you promise to never ever tell anybody I'll even think about about wearing pull up just for you, but only because it's you that ask me to wear it. No promises though."
As soon as she sat back down she crossed her legs and started bouncing them. I made a point of looking down at her squirming legs then making eye contact and winking as I smiled at her. It looks like some body forgot to use the bathroom before she left school." She looked down at her lap and said just loud enough for me to hear "Yep, your right, I am in a naughty mood and I knew you were going to pick me up after school. So even though a few of the kids teased me for doing the pee pee dance I ah..kinda.....ahm....haven't used the bathroom since lunch. I thought about trying to go all day with out going potty but I did that I would have wet myself before I got out of school. I wanted to have to go really really bad when you picked me up but didn't want to wet my pants while I was still at school" I continued, "Normally I wouldn't say anything about this and I'm not telling you what to do. But I want to give you fair warning we are not going straight home. First we are getting a pizza and eatting it at the park. Remember the bathrooms at the park aren't working. So unless you can hold it till we get home you better go now." Unless of course you are wearing one of your pull ups, are you?" Her cheeks turn red. "No, but I wish I was, did you bring one with you?" I put my arm on her shoulder "Nope, but thats ok, it is only Friday and we have a whole weekend together. That gives you enough time to have a dozen "accidents" in your pants if you want to." Her mischievous grin said volumes. "I don't wanna to use the bathroom. Even though I didn't drink much this afternoon I still really gotta go, it's not an emergency...yet. So...I...ahm... think I will probably.... be..ok...as long as its not to long before we get home. Anyway I can always tie my jacket around my waist if i have to hide a wet spot. Cause we both know the bathrooms at the store are to nasty to use even if I do have emergency."
"This is my kind of girl, she knew you were picking her up so she made sure she was on the verge of having an accident when school let out. That way once she left school there was no way she can avoid pissing her pants before you get home no matter how hard she tries. From the way she is potty dancing I'm supprised she didn't have her accident in school. I'll bet she already leaked a little into her panties and it won't be long before her pants are soaked too"
"Your not so bad yourself, letting her make you wear a pull-up during the movie. That's slick, this way you get to try it out and it is her idea not yours."
"So, what have you been up to since last time we talked?" She pauses for a few seconds before answering. "Nothing fun. We babysat my little cousin last Saturday. Can you believe it he is almost 5 and his mom still breast feeds him? He still wears diapers all the time too, he even poops in them, yucky gross." I said "Maybe he can't help it." She responds. "Yes he can, he just doesn't want to stop what he is doing to use the bathroom." I smile at her and look down at her bouncing leggs as I say "That sounds familiar, doesn't it" She blushes again while she is saying "Ya, I know, But it is totaly not fair. He gets away with it, the adults just change him and even think it cute. I get in big trouble if my panties get even a little bit wet. I can't even imagine what would happen to me if I didn't even try to make it to the bathroom and used my pants every time. Sure i want to breast feed just like him but can you picture the look on moms face if I ask to suck on her bobbies? She would probably faint.
Uh-oh, when she squeezed me it made me have to poop. I don't think going to the park without bathrooms is a good idea. "Oh come on, It won't take that long to eat. You might be able to hold it or then again you might end up filling your pants. Either way, the challenge of trying to keep your panties clean will be exciting regardless of the outcome"
"The only problem I see treating you like they treat him is that you don't need to be treated that way. You act like a big girl that always makes it to the bathroom on time... well almost always. Now if you were to have an accident in your pants that would change things. I If you went potty in your pants I would have to put you into diapers to keep you from making any more messes. Here is what's going to happen, I will wear a pull up for you during the movie but only if you don't. Then if you act like a big girl and make it to the bathroom on time, every time from now until bed time tonight you get to wear your big girl panties tomorrow. But if you have an accident in your pants or get your panties even a tiny bit wet you will have to wear baby girl diapers all day tomorrow. The choice is yours. I will never force you but I'm giving you the chance to get treated just like him for a day if you really want it to happen."
She shifted into her little girl voice "Oh goodie, this is going to be even more fun than I thought. A whole day of being a baby girl. Using my dipies instead of having to worry about running to the potty all the time, you changing me and pampering me." She stuck her thumb in her mouth. "goo goo ga ga," Then she leaned over and gave me another hug. She laid the side of her face on my boob making sucking sounds and"and I get to breast feed too?". I took a mental step back, I hadn't thought about that part "We'll have to see about that, I'm not sure it is a good idea for you suck on my boobs, let's get you a bottle instead." She laid there sucking her thumb and giving me those cute puppy dog eyes "But you said you would treat me just like him. I wove you mommy Sara" I think she hugged me as hard as she could. It was hard enough that it squeezed a fart out of me. "Easy there Little Lisa, Another hug like that and you will literally squeeze the poop out of me." She pretended to squeeze me again and said still in her little girl voice "oh boy!, Mommy Sara has a stinky butt. It will be fun to watch her make poopie in her pants. Will you pweese poopie your panties for me. I've never seen an adult have an accident before"
"So that's what she is up to. She wants to act like the boy that gets babied and gets all the attention because he still goes in his pants and gets breast feeds. It is cool that you are giving her the chance to play it out and have her fun. It sounds like she even wants you to have an accident too. Maybe next time it will be your turn to be the cute little diaper girl."
"With you refusing to use the bathroom even though you are squirming like a worm the same as you were just before peeing your pants during the last movie you are well on your way to earning your day as a little baby girl. We better make a quick stop to get a few supplies and get you home before your potty emergency turns into a public potty accident." She gets that disappointed look and says "I promise to try really, really, really hard to hold it. Can we still go to the park, please?"
Sorry sweety, not today....ah...I..ah.." She giggles at my lack of words and says "Well, spit it out, it can't be that bad." I take a deep breath and say it realy fast. "I have to poop, ....super bad." She rolls her eyes me and sighs" here we go again, our fun gets interupted just because you have to run to the potty. You always have to be the big girl that's never willing to hold till the fun is over just cause your scared you might have a little accident."
I counter "hold on a minute there little girl. I did promise that I would wear a pull-up during the movie and not get up till its over even if it causes me to piss myself. But an accident in public is over the line. Besides if you make me poop myself you have to clean it up. Do you really want to wipe my shitty ass clean?" She makes a gagging noise "no way, that's nasty. Fine we can go home so you can go poop in the potty instead of your panties this time. But next time you better remember go before you leave the house or wear a pull-up cause I'm not going to let you spoil our fun just to run off to the potty." Wait one minute kiddo. You are forgetting who is in charge here. Sometimes I let you play at being the boss but remember I only do only what I choose to do and I can put you over my knee and swat that cute little ass of yours any time I want." We will just see how you act tommorow when it is you that has to poop while you are in baby diapers and are not allowed to use the potty." |
"Now buckle up it's time to get going." the whole 20 minutes ride to the store my poop was trying to escape. By the time we arrived at the store I was prairie dogging. Lisa was right I should have gone before I left home. I didn't think about it because I didn't have to go then but now I'm in trouble, if I dont find a bathroom and soon she won't be the only one that has to change her pants when we get home. "Let's zip in the store and get what we need and get back out here as quick as we can so everyone in there doesn't see your pants get wet."
Good, the bathroom was right by the front doors."I have to stop here for a minute. If I don't my panties will be messy before we get home. I bet it would happen before we get done shopping. You coming with me? "She took a long look at the bathroom door. I could see the debate going on in her head. I can almost hear her thinking "I can't hold it much longer. I should should use the bathroom but I really don't want to. The question is do I have the nerve not to even though I might wet myself in the store with everyone watching me?" After about a minute she shook her head no "I will wait for you here" I looked at down her wiggling leggs and said "suit yourself, little girl. I will be a quick as I can. Try not to make a puddle before I get back, I don't want to miss the best part of the show" She stuck her tongue out at me and "Ha Ha, Very funny, you are the one that is running to the bathroom cause you are starting to poop in your panties so don't even try to make fun of me. If you truly are big girl you could keep holding till we get home like I'm doing.
She is right you know. You should try to make it home. You have an even chance, will your panties just have a skid mark or will they be full when you get there? The fact that she did ask you to go in your pants and knowing thate there is a chance you might not make it is exciting. Your panties are already wet and sticky. That last hug almost caused you to mess in your panties and the turtle head has been peeking out ever since. Plus watching her dancing and squirming and knowing she intentionally skipped all her chances to use the bathroom after lunch because she knew she would be with you this afternoon has you all worked up. Even now she refuses to use the toilet even though she knows she is likely to lose control before you are done shopping. Its enough to make you want to reach down and get your self off even if you are in public."
I actually thought about waiting but there is no way I can let myself have an accident in public so I did my business in the bathroom. Wiped the girly juices off before they soaked all the way through my pants. Then headed back out to where Lisa was waiting.
I took her by the hand and said, "come on. First thing on the list is drinks and chips." I put several of my 1 liter bottles of Coke into the cart and she got two 2 liter bottles of Cherry Coke. I threw couple bags of chips into the cart completing the munchie shopping. The next stop was the girls clothing section. She ask "Why are we here?" "To get you a pair of skin tight leggings to wear around my place." That rated a squeel and a hug. "Sweet, mom won't let me wear anything like that, she thinks they show too much." I put my arm around her and squeezed "she does have a point there, that is why you are only ajjowed to wear them at my place where no one but me gets to see your cute little butt nearly naked. You can where them tonight during the movie. They will give me a much better view while you are doing your I'm going to my pants dance and when you do loose control they won't hide anything. I will get to watch the pee shoot out of you and straight through them"
I took her hand again and started leading her towards the baby asile. "Now to get the supplies baby girl will need for Saturday." The first section of the asile was the baby bottles and pacifiers. I tossed a pacifer into the cart "something to plug the whole in case Baby Girl talks to much. Now you pick out the bottle that you think our Baby Girl will like best." She looked me in the eye and started blushing as she said "I don't think Baby Girl wants a bottle, she want to breast feed just like he does "Maybe, but I will have to think about it. Even if i let her she still needs a bottle to drink her Coke out of" She looked around to make sure nobody would overhear her "Baby Girl will do anything for you if feed her". "I thought to my self, it sounds like she really wants to go all the way with this baby girl thing.
Interesting, You to not be into girls then why do you feel you nipples getting hard just thinking about her sucking on them.
She scanned the shelves for a few seconds before picking one on the top shelf. Even standing on her tippy toes she could barely reach it. Just as her hand grasp it she sucked in a sudded gasp of air and quickly crossed her leggs. She dropped the bottle and bent half way over. Shoving her hand between her leggs and holding on for dear life. Her fingers were rubbing back and forth in a desperate attempt to avoid making a puddle in the middle of the store asile. I herd her wisper "shit, shit, not yet, not here, I have to hold it till we get home." She stayed bent over holding and rubbing herself for about 30 seconds before she stood up. "Ah did my Baby Girl just have a wittle accident in her panties?" She blushed as she looked arround to see if anyone was waching "Nope, I'm still a big girl cause it wasn't really an accident, only a itty bitty dribble leaked out. I'm alright for now but we better hurry up and get out of here if I'm going to stay a big girl till we get home". I found myself disappointed that I didn't get to watch pee pour through her pants down her leggs and that she was not standing in a puddle. There wasn't even a visiable wet spot. "Not really, hungh, sounds like if i check your panties right now I will find they have a wet spot showing that my big girl is already acting a bit like my wittle baby girl." She looked down at the floor and smiled but didn't say a word.
I put another package of pull-ups in the cart. "You already used an extra one and if I'm going to wear one during todays movie. We need to replace the extra ones we are using so your mom doesn't notice." I also picked up a package of XL diapers and held them up "what do you think of these? Baby Girl needs the real thing on Saturday. Unlike the Pull-ups that she can pull down and use the toilet whenever she wants, these have to stay on except during dipey changes." Some baby wipes went in next. "If Baby Girl can't take her dipey off when she needs to go potty we have to have something to wipe her bottom clean." A tube of diaper rash cream to keep my Baby Girls bottom all nice and soft, and most important rash free. Now lets get get this stuff paid for as quick as we can. You still have a chance to make it out of here before the piss in your panties soaks through your jeans and everyone starts staring at your pee pee pants."
As we were checking out she was doing a full on I am about to pee in my pants dance. The cashier even pointed out to her where the bathrooms were. Little Lisa looked at the cashier and blushed "I know where the are but those bathroom are always way to dirty and nasty to even think about using. But that's ok, I don't have to go that bad. I might be able to wait till we get home." The cashier looked down at her crossed legs and shook her head. "If you say so, It's not my car seat. But your sister may not appreciate hers getting wet." I looked at her and ask "Are you sure? Its going to be a long 20 minute ride home?" She took me by the hand and led me to the parking lot. |
Three months on from their very wet third date (if you haven't read it, you can find it here ...
date wetting ... my first story
... Alice and Lucas were very much in love. So much so, they had booked their first holiday together, a trip to the snow. Both were excellent skiers and couldn't wait for winter to roll around so they could enjoy their shared passion together.
The first day greeted them with bluebird conditions. Not a cloud in the sky, barely any wind and a perfect carpet of snow. On days like this, there is no stopping. You never know when the mountain weather is going to turn so you make the most of it.
Late in the afternoon, Alice and Lucas decided on one more run, top to bottom. They boarded the cable car that went all the way from the village to the highest peak. Most people had called it quits for the day and made for the bars so Alice and Lucas had a cabin all to themselves. As their cabin rumbled out of the station, the vibrations made Alice suddenly very aware of how long it had been since she went to the bathroom ... and how much she needed to go.
Lucas looked at Alice as she subconsciously squeezed her legs together and her face went blank from the concentration required to keep her bladder under control. He smiled. He knew that look well, not just from their third date. He decided to have a little, gentle teasing fun. "I should have ducked into the loo at the bottom before we got on the lift," he said. "Just realised how much I'm busting to go!"
Alice looked over at Lucas, trying to work out if he had noticed her own predicament. As her concentration lapsed, she felt a small spurt of pee escape into her undies. No major drama, she thought. With a pair of tights under her ski pants which had a waterproof outer layer, no one would have a clue.
"How bad is it," she asked Lucas.
"I don't know," he replied. "Going to be an interesting run down. I'll have to hold on with all my might."
As he said it, Lucas realised it was actually the truth. Somehow, talking about it had made his need a reality.
They continued their journey up the mountain. About three-quarters of the way up, the cable car came to an abrupt halt, leaving their cabin swinging back and forth. Several minutes passed and nothing happened. Alice and Lucas looked at each other, a hint of worry in their eyes. It wasn't just that they were dangling high in the air in a cable car that was showing no signs of starting again in a hurry. Alice realised her desperation was reaching critical levels ... and the worry wasn't helping.
"You need to go too, don't you," Lucas said.
Alice nodded silently. "I don't think I can hold it much longer," she said.
As she finished her sentence, the cable car jolted to a start for a second before stopping again, the cable dipping violently from the sudden motion. Alice let out an involuntary cry as she lost control and began peeing into her pants. She felt her tights become sodden as the pee ran down her legs inside her ski pants. Lucas watched but there was nothing to see as the ski pants hid the entire accident and Alice's pee flowed down into her ski boots. The only clue was the muffled hiss when Alice began peeing and her stream was at its strongest.
Alice looked at Lucas in shock. At least she knew, after what had happened on their third date, that he would be understanding about what had happened. Lucas knew he couldn't hold on much longer either so he said to Alice: "I'm going to go too." With a twinkle in his eye, he added: "Do you want to feel it happen?"
Alice momentarily forgot all about her soggy predicament as she took in what Lucas had said. "What do you mean?" she replied.
"The beauty of ski pants," Lucas said, "is that you can have an accident and nobody knows. But what if I want you to know?"
With that, he unfastened the clasp and slid the front zipper down half way. He took Alice's hand and guided it inside his ski pants. Alice felt a sense of arousal as her hand came to rest on the front of the leggings Lucas was wearing under his pants. She looked at his face. He had his eyes closed in concentration. After a few seconds, Alice felt a warm wetness spread across the front of Lucas's leggings as he let himself go. The wetness quickly turned to hot liquid as Lucas's leggings reached saturation point. With his zipper down, Alice could clearly hear Lucas's stream hissing out and hitting his undies.
As Lucas reached the end, the cable car jolted to a start again. This time it kept going. Lucas zipped up his pants, revelling in the steamy wet sensation inside his pants.
"That was unbelievably hot," Alice gasped.
About 20 minutes later, they had reached the bottom of the run, made slightly uncomfortable by their very soggy socks inside their ski boots which were rapidly growing cold. They skied to their lodge and raced for their room. Once inside, Lucas reached for Alice and unzipped her ski pants. Sliding them down, he detected the slight musty odor of pee coming from inside. Alice's tights were still damp but warm from her skin. Lucas bent to her crotch and inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of his lover that he knew so well and craved.
Alice pulled Lucas up and followed his cue, taking off his ski pants. She stepped back admiring him in his black leggings. She didn't know many men who wore leggings and she loved the way they formed a delicious bulge at the front. Alice reached forward and pulled his leggings and undies down in one fell swoop as far as Lucas's knees. She took his erect penis in her mouth and began gently licking, tasting what was left of his salty pee. Unable to walk with his leggings half way down, Lucas stood still feeling himself rushing towards orgasm. Alice picked up the pace of her licks, feeling the changing rhythm of Lucas's body. Sensing he was about to explode, she moved his penis to the top of her tights, pulled them forward and started stroking.
"I want to feel your cum hit me," she said quietly in Lucas's ear.
That was like pulling the final trigger. Lucas felt a surging sensation up his shaft and watched as he shot four enormous loads, one after the other, into Alice's red pubic hair, inside her tights.
As Lucas shuddered, Alice let her tights close with Lucas's cum all over her.
Edited June 28, 2019 by wetskipants
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Hey everyone. 🙂 Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go.
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"Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following.
The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home.
After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown.
"This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to.
Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning.
As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers.
"Sup, Jessica?"
Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry.
"Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual."
Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it.
"So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to.
"Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do.
Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea.
As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did.
After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold.
Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route.
As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind.
"Where to?" Zoe asked.
"U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others.
Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more.
"Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong!
As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom.
"J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good.
After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out.
"Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man.
"On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep.
"We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out."
Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place."
At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year.
Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around.
A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind.
"Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!"
"Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet."
"Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see.
"Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit.
"What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?"
Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?"
"Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!"
And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine.
5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine.
As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed.
The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late!
As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around.
"There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs.
"Um... w-when will this be over?"
"I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry.
The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in.
A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment.
Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop.
The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like...
"NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it...
"Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it!
"Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!"
"Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!"
"I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering.
"We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us."
"W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon.
Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door.
"Cleaning!" was the only response she got.
"I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door.
"It can't be used right now, not for a while."
Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something.
Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out.
As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water.
The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it.
"I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm.
"I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent.
Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked.
"I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..."
Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her.
"W-w-why?"
"I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet."
Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder.
Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon."
"H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked.
"My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria."
Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins.
As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough.
As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again.
"What's with her?" Jamie asked.
"Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie.
Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours.
As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from.
As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom.
Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange.
As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way.
As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time.
As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again.
Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel.
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So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated. 😄
Edited June 29, 2019 by Bees
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Hello! I hope you're all having a wonderful start to summer (or winter, depending on where you are). Somehow, it's nearly July, so I thought I'd throw down another story before the entire academic summer goes by without me writing anything. Enjoy!
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“I’ll just be in the library.”
“I know.”
“I’ll have my phone with me.”
“I know you will.”
Amber looked back and forth at the slightly odd exchange between Fletcher and his roommate, Louis. She’d come over for a study session with Fletcher, but Louis was acting more like an anxious parent, leaving his child without a babysitter for the first time.
Like the two men, Amber was a first-year law student. She’d moved to the city by herself to start law school, so she didn’t have any built-in acquaintances. Luckily, the intense scholarly demands of law school made it easy – even necessary – to build academic relationships, and, within the first few weeks of the semester, Amber had found herself in a study group with the men of Apartment 11H.
Amber had instantly gravitated toward Fletcher. He was smart, kind, and, overall, quite different from the daddy’s-money, fourth-of-their-name type guys who seemed disproportionately represented in their class. When he’d suggested a one-on-one study date, Amber hadn’t hesitated to say yes.
Louis, on the other hand, was nothing like his roommate, at least in Amber’s opinion. While Fletcher was easygoing and quick to smile, Louis was just…big. More than once, Amber had thought of Louis as a troll or ogre or something. Not because he was particularly ugly or brutish, but he was definitely a man of few words. Physically, he was huge – nearly six and a half feet tall and built more like a competitive strongman than a lawyer. He was the last person Amber would label as “friendly,” and he never seemed to respond to any of her conversational overtures. He really just came off as a jerk. She was convinced Louis hated her. Maybe he hated everyone.
So it was all the more bemusing to see him speak to Fletcher as if being in separate buildings was somehow concerning.
“We’re just going over our contributions for Legal Writing, so I shouldn’t be more than two hours.” Louis hoisted his bag over his shoulder and put his hand on the doorknob, but still seemed reluctant to leave.
“Sounds good, man,” Fletcher responded. He smiled at Amber. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing toward the couch, “I’m just gonna grab my laptop.”
Amber smiled back, but Fletcher was already headed down the hallway. When Amber turned, she nearly gasped – Louis had stepped away from the door and was standing uncomfortably close.
Before Amber could react, he shoved a piece of paper into her hands. “Here’s my number,” he muttered, clearly not wanting Fletcher to hear. “Text me if…if Fletcher needs anything.”
Amber quirked an eyebrow, but Louis sounded completely earnest. “Um…okay? Am I missing something? Why wouldn’t Fletcher text you himself?” She was unnerved by Louis’s behavior, but she, too, kept her voice quiet.
Louis hesitated, then shook his head as if physically trying to shake off the intensity of his demand. “Fletch wasn’t feeling too well last night,” he said, not quite meeting Amber’s gaze. “I just want to be able to help if he gets sick.”
The oddly intense moment was broken by the sounds of Fletcher returning from his room. Before Amber could even open her mouth to ask more questions, Louis was already out the door, calling “See you later” to his roommate.
“Ready for a deep dive into Torts?” Fletcher grinned, apparently unaware of Louis’s surreptitious plea.
Amber mirrored Fletcher’s movements, taking out her laptop and notes, but she wasn’t quite ready to focus on emotional distress or assault and battery.
“So…how long have you and Louis known each other?” she asked, feigning nonchalance.
“Lou?” Fletcher didn’t even look up as he rifled through his notes. “Since college. Freshman year.”
“And you both ended up here?” Amber pressed gently.
Fletcher half-shrugged. “We both knew we wanted to go into law, so we helped each other study, and we both got in.”
Which left Amber with no more immediate avenues for questioning. This was the top law school in the state, so it wasn’t exactly a mystery as to why both men decided to accept their offer of admittance. But she wasn’t ready to let the subject drop just yet.
“He said you weren’t feeling well last night,” she said, slightly less casual. “Are you OK to study?”
Fletcher’s hesitation would have passed without notice, had Amber’s question been completely innocent, but she definitely caught the half-second pause before Fletcher brushed off the question.
“Oh, yeah,” he answered, physically waving away the question, “I must’ve eaten some leftovers that were too old or something. No big deal.”
He looked up at Amber and grinned. “Ready for some Garratt v. Dailey, or do you have any more questions about my roommate?”
Called out (albeit kindly), Amber felt her face flush. “Sorry. Just a little overeager to get to know people.” That part, at least, was honest. Being new in town wasn’t easy.
Chill as ever, Fletcher moved on without teasing Amber any further. Amber chose to believe that the subject was dropped.
The two of them settled in, poring over case law and prior statutes. Fletcher was naturally smart, but Amber had a knack for law and reason. Together, they were an excellent match for studying, both helping each other understand the breadth and intricacies of one of the less-entertaining L1 courses.
After about an hour, Amber sat back and rolled her neck. “Ugh. This is great, but I can only take so much case law at one time. Is the bathroom down there?” She pointed down the hall.
“Yeah, second door on the left.”
Amber smiled in thanks, stretching her arms overhead as she stood up. She went to the bathroom, pleased with how the study date was going. Yes, they were learning a lot, but she was also enjoying her time with Fletcher. Their conversation was easy, and she really felt like he could be her first real friend here. If only his roommate wasn’t so unpleasant…
Amber washed her hands and walked back out to the front room. She saw Fletcher leaning forward, elbows on his knees, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“You OK?” Amber asked, more concerned than she would have been, had she not heard Louis’s warning.
Fletcher sat up, an inscrutable look replaced almost instantly by a tired smile. “Ready for some more work,” he claimed. “That’s what we signed up for, right?”
“Ha!” Amber couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Fletcher was right – they both knew law school would be exhausting. She mentally chastised herself for being paranoid.
They returned to their pages and pages of judicial decisions and precedent. Amber was laser-focused, taking copious notes, both digital and hand-written. She was determined to do well on their next exam. For another half hour, Amber talked through the required readings, not noticing that Fletcher was contributing less and less to the conversation.
“So, using Summers v. Tice, pharmaceutical companies have been held liable for in-“
Amber cut herself off at the sound of a clattering pen. She looked up to see Fletcher’s pen on the floor and its owner’s hand shaking.
“Fletcher?” It took Amber a second to fully drag her focus from the definition of intentional action, but when she did, she saw that Fletcher’s skin had taken on an ashen tone and a sheen of sweat. His hands were trembling, and he made no movement to reach for the dropped pen.
“Fletcher?” Amber repeated, her voice rising. “Are…are you OK? Can I…”
Fletcher inhaled, his breath shaky. “I…” he breathed. “I think I need to lay down.”
“OK!” Amber, an experienced babysitter, automatically adopted a cheerful-yet-calm tone, as much to try to keep herself from freaking out as anything else. “Do you want to just-“
She gestured toward the couch, but Fletcher cut her off. “I think…I should go to me room,” he ground out, sounding very much like he was using every last ounce of energy to speak normally.
He leaned forward, and Amber stood up help him off his feet. He didn’t argue as she braced her hand under his elbow. She could feel him trembling even under the obvious tension of his muscles as he worked to hold himself upright.
They shuffled toward the bedroom in silence. Amber’s thoughts ricocheted around her mind, a mix of trying to understand what was going on and trying to decide what to do
In Fletcher’s pleasantly tidy room, Amber helped guide him toward his bed. With a shaky hand, Fletcher reached down and drew back the covers before dropping onto the bed with what was probably considerably less grace than he would have liked.
“Can I…” Amber watched as Fletcher drew the covers up to his chin, his eyes already closed. “Can I get you anything?”
“No,” Fletcher breathed, not opening his eyes. “I’m just gonna rest.”
The last words were all but slurred, murmured in a weary exhale. Amber was nearly convinced that he was asleep before he finished speaking. She stared down at him for a second before slowly reaching into her pocket.
She stepped out of the room before pulling out her room. Even though she was certain Fletcher was asleep (or at least incapable of stopping her), she still felt weird texting a grown man’s roommate in front of him to – what, tattle? Give a medical update? Regardless, Amber was unnerved enough by Fletcher’s sudden crash that she knew her best option was to follow Louis’s orders.
Hey, it’s Amber. Fletcher got all shaky and he’s in bed now. Idk what else to do.
The response dots appeared within seconds. I’m coming back now. 15 minutes. Stay with him and let me know if anything changes.
If Amber had been expecting comfort, this wasn’t it. She could practically feel Louis’s worry through the words on the screen. Clearly, Louis wasn’t surprised by her text – what was going on here? Of course, she didn’t expect to know everything about Fletcher just a few weeks into the semester, but whatever this was seemed pretty important.
Drawing in a breath, Amber straightened her shoulders, put her phone back into her pocket, and walked back into Fletcher’s room. The details didn’t matter right now; if Fletcher needed to be watched over until Louis returned, then that was what she would do.
There was already a chair next to Fletcher’s bed, one she hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t odd, exactly – plenty of people had chairs in their rooms – but, in light of the past 10 minutes, Amber wondered if this chair was explicitly for Louis to watch over Fletcher while he slept.
Amber settled herself into the chair. For the first thirty seconds, she sat up straight, staring at Fletcher’s sleeping form without blinking. After a half-minute of even breathing, though, she decided that Fletcher didn’t need quite that level of attentiveness and relaxed her posture a bit.
Ten minutes later, as Amber was mentally planning what she would ask Louis when he returned, Fletcher started to move. Amber sat upright, one hand already gripping her phone.
She didn’t speak, not wanting to wake him, but she watched Fletcher writhed slightly, leaning his head back and forth. After a minute, his eyes opened, wet, red, and scared.
“Fletcher?” Amber said softly. “Fletcher, it’s OK.”
Fletcher’s head turned on the pillow just enough so that he could look at the source of the voice. Instead of relaxing upon seeing Amber’s face, however, he teared up more.
All of Amber’s forced-logic calm evaporated. “What’s wrong?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from squeaking. “Fletcher, what do you need?”
Instead of responding, Fletcher just moaned. Well, it was kind of a moan. A weak, pained sigh that Amber correctly took to mean he couldn’t speak.
“It’s OK,” Amber repeated, wholly unsure if that was true. “You’re OK.”
Fletcher whined quietly, pitifully. It was as if he’d been tranquilized, and the only part of his body he was capable of moving was his head, which he was shaking back and forth slowly.
Amber was now on her feet, staring down at her miserable classmate. He gazed back up at her, silently pleading. But she could tell for what.
“Are you hurt?” she asked, knowing the question was futile. Clearly, if Fletcher was capable of moving or speaking, he would have by this point. He was only whining though, looking increasingly distressed.
“I’m sorry,” Amber pleaded, totally at a loss. “Louis is coming, he’s on his way.”
Fletcher’s eyes widened for a second, but then his face crumpled, and he actually started to cry, tears streaming sideways from the outer corners of his eyes.
“Fletch!”
This time, Amber did gasp at the sound of Louis’s voice from the hallway. “In here!” she called, relieved.
She took a step back as Louis strode forcefully into the room, not quite sprinting. He didn’t even look at Amber; he just stepped next to the bed and looked down at Fletcher, assessing the situation.
“It’s OK,” Louis promised, in a voice more gentle than Amber would have ever thought possible. “You’re OK. I’m here.”
Fletcher’s whine was different this time – broken instead of desperate. Tears poured down the sides of his face as he gazed up at his towering friend.
Louis reached down and stroked Fletcher’s hair, then abruptly turned toward Amber.
“I’ve got this. You can go.”
Amber didn’t hesitate; she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. She made it all the way to the front room before she slumped on the couch, experiencing an adrenaline crash disproportionate to the actual length of the event.
Back in the bedroom, Fletcher was still crying, though not as hard.
“It’s OK, man,” Louis soothed. “It’ll be OK. She doesn’t know. She didn’t see anything.”
Fletcher squeezed his eyes shut, pressing out another stream of tears.
Louis sighed. There was only so much comforting he could do. Now, he had to focus on more functional things.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly.
Louis pulled back the blankets to reveal the wet patch that he already knew would be there. The stain glistened around Fletcher’s lower half, and Louis could have kicked himself. If he’d just been a few minutes earlier…
“It’s OK,” he repeated, gently easing Fletcher to a sitting position. “We’ll just get you cleaned up, and then you can go back to sleep. I’m here.”
Supporting most of Fletcher’s weight, Louis guided his friend to the connected bathroom. It wasn’t quite a well-honed system, but neither was this the first time the duo had done this particular dance. Louis tried to speed things up this time, though, knowing the speed of Fletcher’s crash meant that he was going to need even more rest.
Instead of a full shower, then, Louis just propped his roommate up on the shower chair, stripped off his wet clothes, and wiped him down with a soapy washcloth. Back in the bedroom, he situated a towel-wrapped Fletcher on the chair by the bed while he changed the bedsheets.
The whole process took only about ten minutes, but Louis was exhausted by the time Fletcher was back in his clean, dry bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow. Drained, Louis gathered the wet sheets in his arms and exited the room, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could.
He didn’t bother to sigh when he saw Amber still sitting on the couch. She straightened expectantly when he walked out, but he didn’t acknowledge her at first. He just walked past to put the sheets the in washer.
Amber heard the washing machine start, then the sound of water in the kitchen – Louis washing his hands. She waited patiently. At first, she’d stayed because she was too overwhelmed to move. Then, after she’d had a minute to collect herself, she decided that she wanted answers and had steeled herself to stay.
Now, seeing Louis in front of her, she wasn’t quite as sure about that decision.
The hulking man sat down at the opposite corner of the couch. After a second, he shifted slightly so that he was turned toward Amber. He didn’t speak, but he stared, silently daring her to ask her questions.
Amber drew in a deep breath. “Is…” she started. “Is he…”
Louis’s stare was harsh, protective. Amber knew that if she asked the wrong question, she wouldn’t get any answers at all. She pressed her lips together, trying to sort out the thoughts and emotions of the afternoon. Finally, after a few more seconds of silence, she opened her mouth again.
“Did I hurt him?”
Louis paused, then visibly relaxed, if only slightly.
“No,” he sighed. “You actually did really well.”
Relieved, Amber slumped back into the couch. “Good.”
She looked back up at Louis. She still wanted to know more, but she didn’t want to press too much.
“If…is there anything I could do next time? Maybe to prevent…” She trailed off, not knowing what exactly it was she’d be preventing.
Louis hesitated again, considering his answer. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “It’s…Fletch doesn’t always appreciate suggestions to slow down and take it easy.”
Amber mulled that answer for a moment. So whatever it was that had happened was somewhat perpetuated by stress and hard work. Louis was telling her that she could keep an eye out for Fletcher pushing himself, but ultimately, it was up to Fletcher to decide whether or not he would relax.
“So you’ve known him for a while, then?” she asked, switching tactics.
Louis nodded, apprehensively, anticipating where this line of questioning was going.
“Has he…always…”
“Look,” Louis stared at Amber, not bothering to let her finish eking out a question. “I’m not going to give you details. It’s up to Fletcher to decide how much of his own personal information he wants to share.”
“No, I-“ Amber held up her hands, fending off the not-entirely-inaccurate implied accusation. “I know.”
Louis sighed again. He knew this was bound to happen, eventually. (Well, not quite this.) He’d tried to talk to Fletcher about pacing himself and what to say to classmates if they ever noticed anything, but neither of the roommates had been prepared for just how strenuous law school was going to be. He knew Amber was unlikely to be satisfied with no explanation at all, but he also knew that he didn’t want to share anything without Fletcher’s permission.
“You take care of him.”
Amber’s matter-of-fact statement interrupted Louis’s stream of consciousness, and his first reaction was pure defensiveness.
“I don’t…” he sputtered, desperate to protect his roommate. “I’m not a nurse. He’s not an invalid.”
And yet, even as he spoke, Louis was unsure of how much weight his words would carry. Amber had only known then for a short time, and she’d just seen Fletcher collapse and cry, and, even if she hadn’t seen it, she had to have figured out that he had an accident.
“We’re friends,” Louis insisted sincerely. “We met in college, and we were friends, and when…when things started happening, I wanted to help.”
He looked up at Amber, tired and deflated. “That’s all.”
It was easily the most emotion Amber had ever seen from Louis, not that that was saying much. She felt for him; he clearly cared deeply for Fletcher, and, whatever the two of them were dealing with, it wasn’t her place to know just yet.
“OK,” she said after several moments. “OK.”
She reached for her bag, but turned back to Louis as she stood.
“Tell Fletcher…” she said quietly, “tell Fletcher I hope he feels better soon. And tell him I’ll send him my notes once I get them all organized.”
Louis nodded slowly, too tired to stand and see her out the door.
“And…” Amber paused, hoping this next bit came out right. “I won’t…I won’t tell anyone. Anything. Please don’t worry.”
Louis seemed to melt into the couch, nearly delirious with relief that he hadn’t hoped for.
Amber gave him a small smile, then walked out the door, each leaving the other with opinions quite different than how they’d began the afternoon. |
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Elsie chewed her lower lip as she stared out of the window at the passing countryside. No matter how much she squirmed in her seat, no matter how much she pressed her hands against her skirt, there was no way to escape the fact she was on the verge of an accident.
It had all started that morning when she’d rolled out of bed and immediately regretted it. Last night, she’d enjoyed a couple of beers with her friends at a concert and as a result, Elsie woke up with a pounding headache. Pausing, she sunk onto the edge of her bed to nurse her aching head; she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed. However, she couldn’t afford to miss the trip her class was taking to visit an out-of-town university- it was veering dangerously close towards the end of high school and she still had no idea where to apply.
Rising, Elsie peeled off her sticky clothes from the night before and picked out a new outfit. It was only as she buttoned her skirt that she felt a sudden pang from her bladder that made her squirm where she stood. She stared longingly across the hallway at the glistening white toilet but thinking back to the gusher she’d released last night, knew she didn’t have time to take a good morning pee.
The last wee she’d taken had been before leaving the concert and only because it was a long journey home. She’d hopped and danced in the long queue for the ladies toilets, pressing her thighs together in order to keep it in. When a stall opened up, she’d torn inside and slammed the door behind, hoisting her skirt up without a second to lose. Her stream had poured out of her, splattering against the inside of the toilet bowl, and she had moaned in relief. Elsie had tipped her head back, seeing stars in her vision, as she let out a long held wee into the toilet. She hadn’t even realised how badly she needed to go until she let it out; Elsie knew then that she had made the right decision, there was no way she could’ve made it home. It took her so long to finish that her friend started knocking on the door to ask if she was alright.
They hadn’t stopped on the way home, Elsie insisting that she needed to get up in the morning, and she’d ignored the slight urge of the remaining beers settling in her bladder. She’d gotten off easy; her friend, who admitted that she’d hadn’t used the toilets at the venues because they were dirty, had needed to scoot to the edge of her seat and hover over a cup.
When Elsie got home, she had collapsed into bed without so much as getting undressed.
Now, she neglected to wee before leaving the house, knowing she was at risk of missing the coach if she did. Instead, she slipped out the door and walked the short distance to her school, feeling the odd feeling of a full but not desperate bladder.
The coach made no rest stops on the way to the university and once they got there, Elsie was reluctant to ask anybody where the toilets were. In her wee-addled brain, she worried that they might not even let her use them, (in hindsight, she knew this was crazy). Additionally, she was thirsty from her night of drinking and kept sipping from her water bottle, filling up her bladder even more.
By the end of the first talk, Elsie had no choice but to keep her legs crossed at all times in order to hold it in. By the end of the morning, she was regularly bobbing up and down, squirming when she thought nobody was looking at her. By the time they’d finished lunch and were filing back into the lecture room for another talk, Elsie would reach down and grip her crotch when she thought nobody was looking. And the weird thing was, the more desperate she got, the more determined she was to just hold onto it until she got home and wee in her own toilet. Pure stubbornness was the only thing that kept her from following her classmates into the bathrooms before they got back on the coach; instead, Elsie made an effort to stand as naturally as she could and pretend she didn’t need to go.
Sitting on the coach now, Elsie was regretting her decision. She’d never been so bursting for a wee in her entire life and now, there were no opportunities for relief between now and home. It had been made clear before they left that there would be absolutely no stops on the way back; they were grown-ups now and should know to use the bathroom before they left.
Elsie bounced urgently in her seat, gripping herself for dear life, and tried to thinking of anything other than the wee that was threatening to push its way out of her. She had already leaked twice onto her coach seat, leaving her knickers feeling warm and wet against her crotch. It was all she could do to keep it in until they got back to school and pray that the toilets wouldn’t be locked up for the day.
“I’m bursting for a whiz,” announced the girl sitting in front of her and Elsie raised her gaze from her lap.
It was a preppy, outspoken girl who had stood beside Elsie and checked her phone when everyone else had poured into the university toilets.
Elsie couldn’t help but think that nobody could possibly be as bursting as her- she hadn’t had a single wee since last night and despite it all had managed to keep it in. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to find a position that would help her hold it in; instead, she felt her knickers grow wet and clenched as hard as she could to stop the flow. It was inevitable now, (her bladder had reached complete capacity), that she was going to wet herself in her coach seat.
“It’s only five more minutes, can you hold it?” The preppy girl’s coachmate urged her.
“I haven’t pissed since lunch!” The girl was squirming almost as much as Elsie but drawing much more attention due to her loud voice.
Lunch? I haven’t pissed since last night, Elsie thought, and felt an odd sense of pride of how much she had held in. That managed to bring her back from the edge; she had held it this long, she could certainly hold it five more minutes. Even though her eyeballs were practically floating, she was so full. Even though she needed to wee, whiz, leak, go potty so badly that she felt she might lose it any second, she would hold it. With a newfound strength, Elsie clenched her urethra and held on.
When the bus pulled to a stop outside their school, she was one of the first on her feet and flew down the aisle towards the doors. She rushed into the school, ignoring her friends calling after her, and dashed down the corridor to the nearest toilets.
Pushing on the door, Elsie found it was locked. Her bladder pulsed in fear, her underwear growing wet and warm again as a leak spread through them. They were completely soaked, enough that a few drops fell from her underwear onto the floor. Grabbing her crotch, Elsie pounded down the corridor and up the stairs to the nearest toilets, hoping that these ones would be unlocked. Every second was critical now, her pee pushing hard against the floodgates and threatening to pour out. Thankfully, the upstairs toilets were still unlocked and Elsie nearly ran into a stall. However, she bumped directly into another girl, who turned and frowned at her.
Immediately, it became clear what was happening; the other girls from the coach had figured the downstairs toilets would be locked so had come to these ones straightaway. As there were only four toilets and one was out of order, there was a queue of girls bursting from the coach journey home. A toilet flushed and a stall door flung open and Elsie immediately recognised the preppy girl who she’d seen on the coach; although she seemed to have made it, the dark stains covering her jeans suggested it had been a neat thing and a lot of her wee hadn’t reached the toilet. I
Holding herself tightly, Elsie vocalised her need for the first time desperately, “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go! Hurry up, I need a wee! I’m going to burst! I can’t hold it any longer!”
Her desperate display earned some sympathy from the girl in front of her, who let her cut in, but Elsie was still two girls from the front and completely on the verge of wetting herself. It took absolutely everything she had not to wee on the bathroom floor as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, rubbing at her crotch desperately to keep her peehole closed.
“Hurry up,” She urged as a stall opened up and the girl at the front of the line hurried in, “I’m gonna wee any second.”
She couldn’t remember being this desperate in her entire life. She doubled over, holding her crotch tightly, at the rushing sound of the other girl pushing out her urine as quickly as possible. Another stall opened up; Elsie was now the front of the queue, bobbing desperately and losing the battle, as another leak ran down her leg before she could stop it.
“You can make it!” urged the girl behind her, “Only a few more seconds!”
“I gotta go so bad!” Elsie whined, “Oh god, I need a wee!”
Finally, finally, another stall opened up and Elsie dashed inside. She barely managed to shut the door behind her with shaking hands, as removing her hands from her crotch meant she leaked immediately. She danced around as she slid the lock across and moaned loudly as she turned to face the toilet, desperately trying to wriggle out of her tights. Both her tights and panties were soaked with leaks and clung to her legs- as she struggled, she let out another leak and knew she was nearing the end. She’d never held a wee for so long in her entire life.
“Oh, I need a wee! I need to go potty! Oh, god, help me!” Elsie murmured and perhaps through godly intervention, she managed to rip her tights and underwear down to her ankles.
Hovering over the toilet seat, Elsie’s bladder finally released and wee poured into the toilet faster and louder than she’d ever seen before. The relief was like orgasm as her pee splattered against the toilet bowl and, due to her hovering and poor aim, against the the seat. Some splattered onto the floor of the stall. The velocity of the wee was incredible, much stronger than the wee she’d done at the concert, and Elsie couldn’t help moaning in relief as it streamed out of her. She could barely believe she’d managed to hold on for as long as she had. Her stream slowed down but as Elsie pushed down on her bladder, it spluttered and began pouring out of her again. Her bladder still felt so incredibly full despite the amount of wee she’d let out and it felt so satisfying to be so full of wee. The pee continued to blast out of her for another full minute before it began to slow down again. This time, Elsie just hovered above the toilet and released long spurts and streams of wee until she was sure her bladder was absolutely empty. It felt so good to be empty after holding it for so long that Elsie let out a final moan before she wiped herself, cleaned up her mess, and tossed her tights and underwear in the bin.
As she stepped out of the stall, boldly commando under her skirt, Elsie found a crowd of girls waiting for her in awe.
“That was amazing!” The girl who had been waiting behind her said, “I’ve never heard anything like it. It was like a torrent!”
“You must have needed to go so badly!” said another girl, “I can’t imagine holding my wee in for that long!”
“How long were you holding it?” Another girl asked.
“Since last night,” Elsie replied, still feeling dazed from her amazing wee, “It felt so good. I’ve never been so bursting in my life!” |
It was 8am on a Saturday morning. Jess had woken up in a very naughty mood and was determined to get Soph to play along with her naughty fetish all day.
"Morning Cutie!!" She said as she snuggled her self up against Soph. She gently slid her soft little feet up and down Sophs legs to tease her.
"You're chirpy this morning!" replied Soph, her eyes slightly focusing after being hit with the morning light.
"I'm in a naughty mood! Can we do something kinky today?" She whispered as she kissed Sophs neck.
"What are you thinking?"
"Well you know how I like to pee my panties? I was wondering if maybe I could pee your panties?" Jess blushed as she asked the question.
"What do you mean?" Soph quized.
"Well, I wet MY panties quite a lot. Can I wet yours?"
Soph looked puzzled.
"What? You mean pee my panties then make me wear them?"
"Mhmmmm" Jess snuggled her self up against Soph and gently slid her hand over Sophs dainty pussy. "I'm sure she'd love being all hot and wet all day!"
Soph, who was now getting very used to the idea of having a pissy pussy was not as phased as Jess expected.
"Okay.. On three conditions!" she replied.
"Really?! What's are those?"
"1, I get to pee YOUR panties all day as well. 2, You worship my cute little feet tonight for me. And 3, You lick me clean after I have spent the whole day wet with your pee!
"DEAL!!!!" Shouted Jess. She gently stroked Sophs soft little pussy under the bed covers. "Your poor little pussy is going to be sooooo pissy Soph!
"I know! But at least I know she'll be licked clean and I get my gorgeous little feet worshipped tonight." As she said that she slid her delicate feet against Jess' "I can't wait for my delicate little toes to be teased!"
Jess was really excited. A whole day wetting her girlfriends panties and a whole day with her pussy tingling and wet with Sophs pee! How could things be any more perfect?!
The girls decided that the first pee of the day would be in the shower. Jess wasn't as keen on the super strong morning pee and didn't want to make her girlfriends beautiful little pussy spend the entire day wet with her strongest pee. They both climbed into the shower and Jess began peeing as soon as she was in. The jet sprayed all over Sophs sexy legs and over her dainty little feet. She giggled as the pee splashed onto her soft little toes.
"My turn!" laughed Soph. She squat down and spread her pussy lips aiming her self directly at Jess' tiny feet. A torrent erruped from her pee hole and Jess giggled as she felt the hot pee spraying hard against her toes. It ticked quite a bit considering it was only a liquid.
The two girls were dressed and ready for the day by 9am. Jess was wearing a leather skirt, a pair of pink panties, and on her little feet a pair of converse. She knew Soph loved it when she wore he cons without any socks and she would often tease Soph by dangling her shoes off her gorgeous little feet.
Soph was wearing a nice summer skirt with a pair of white panties and a pair of cute sandles on her dainty feet. Jess was getting so excited to see Soph walking around knowing she would be wearing panties that Jess had peed for her!
The girls spent about an hour doing little bits and peices around the house. By around 10am Jess was getting tingly and wanted to get Soph wet. She hardly needed to pee but the thought of watching Soph pull her pissy panties up over her delicate pussy was really getting Jess turned on.
"I have to pee Soph!" Jess shouted to the other room.
"What? Already?!" replied Soph.
"Yup! Come and give me your panties!" giggled Jess.
"Okay hun" Soph was actually excited as to how this would feel as well at this point.
Soph followed Jess into the bathroom and removed her panties from under her skirt. Jess removed hers as well and then the girls both switched panties. Soph watched with interest as Jess slid her panties up over her pretty little pussy. Jess lowered her self softly onto the toilet seat and instantly released her pee muscles. The hot liquid sprayed into Sophs white panties and they instantly saturated. The wet patch spread gently upward around the front of Jess' pussy and the flow created a perfect little waterfall from the bottom of the panties.
Eventually the flow subsided and Jess stood up.
"My turn!" Giggled Soph.
She jumped onto the toilet and instantly peed through Jess' pink panties. The relief was lovely. Not because she had needed to pee for long, but because the hot trickle of pee was tickling past her throbbing little clit as she released.
Once she had finished she stood her self up in front of Jess and slowly slid the soaked panties down from between her legs. Jess did the same making sure to show Soph her glistening little pussy.
"Quick Soph put them on!" teased Jess as she handed back her soaked little panties "We don't want them getting too dry now do we!"
Soph slid them over her little feet and quickly pulled them up. Her pussy quivered as the cool wet fabric touched her glistening lips. She made sure to pull them up really tight so Jess could see the panties slipping up between her puffy lips. She teased Jess as much as she could.
"Ooooh Jess this feels soooo naughty!!" Soph whispered softly as she pulled her panties tight into a bit of a wedgie. "My little clitty is going to be tickled all day by my pissy panties."
Jess felt her own clit throb with excitement. Any second now she'd be trapped inside a pair of panties that Soph had peed and she was turned on like crazy!
"Put yours back on Jess." Giggled Soph. She watched Jess slide her bare foot out of her converse so she could slip it through the panties and then place her foot back into her shoe. She did the same with the other foot and then hiked her leather skirt up out of the way.
"Your poor little pussy is going to be soaked with my pee all day Jessy!!" Teased Soph.
"Mhmmm. She loves it Soph. She really does!" Mumbled Jess as the cold wet panties pressed against her soft lips.
As soon as Jess had her panties in position Soph reached out and grabbed the top of the panties. She pulled them up hard and watched Jess' facial expression as the tight panties slid up between her throbbing little pussy lips.
"You like that don't you Jess!" giggled Soph. "You like that your sexy little pussy is going to be soaked with my pee ALL DAY don't you!"
Jess managed a little mumble reply as Soph very softly spanked Jess' tingling pussy.
"She's such a naughty girl isn't she Jess?? What sort of girl gets turned on by her pussy being all wet and pissy?!"
"Say you Soph! You love feet!" Soph giggled. She was only teasing Jess but in her naughty mood Jess was easy to wind up!
With their panties gently clinging to their pissy pussies the girls decided to go out and have some breakfast. As soon as she heard she was going out Soph quickly change her skirt to a leather one like Jess had. She couldn't go around leaving little pissy bum prints everywhere could she?
They arrived at a cute little diner and settled down. By now both of their panties were just slightly damp. They had dried quickly due to the weather and both girls were loving being as naughty as they were. Sitting and eating was difficult, especially for Jess. Her pussy was tingling like crazy and she was getting ridiculously turned on knowing that Soph's hot little pussy was all damp with her pee. She wasn't being helped by the fact that Soph kept sliding her soft little foot up between her tighs.
"Stop it Soph!" whispered Jess.
"Stop what?" giggled Soph.
"Stop putting your foot up my skirt! People might see!"
"Nope. This table cloth is huge. No one will see!" Explained Soph as she slid her foot right up between Jess legs and pressed her toes gently onto Jess' damp panties. She watched as Jess quivered visibly and then began gently tickling her with her toes.
"STOP!" Demanded Jess.
"Okay. But you love it really!" Soph saw a litle smile on Jess' face. Of course she liked it! Any touching of her throbbing pussy now would definitely be making her close to coming.
The girls finished their breakfasts and 2 coffees around 11:30 and Jess was itching to re-soak Soph's gorgeous little pussy. As they left the shop she took a an alley way and then came to some public toilets. They had just been opened and were really clean and nice. They were the type that had a little pay thing on the front that unlocked the door. She paid, made Soph go in first and then glanced around to check no one was watching before slipping in through the door and closing it behind her.
"Hows your little pussy doing Soph?" Teased Jess.
"She's a little damp still Jess. But I think she's quite enjoying this challenge!"
"Good, because it's round two."
Jess watched with excitement as Soph lowered her still damp panties. She leaned in and looked closely at Sophs pussy and then gently kissed it.
"She's a naughty girly isn't she Soph?" Teased Jess "I can't believe your little clit is thobbing because you're wet with my pee!"
Soph giggled and said that she was getting to quite enjoy wetting. Being wet with her girlfriends pee made it even more fun!
Again the girls switched panties. Then Jess unlocked the toilet door.
"What are you doing?" Quized Soph, now wearing Jess' tight little panties.
"Did you think we were just going to pee on toilets all day?! That'd be no fun Soph!"
Sophs eyes widened.
"Oooooh public wettings! How naughty!" She giggled as if to emphasise how much she was getting to love this fetish.
"Yup. First one, on a park bench!"
The girls walked to the nearest park and settled on the bench next to each other. Luckily it was very quiet! As soon as they had sat Jess had adjusted her skirt so it wasn't under her bum. With a quick look around, she released her delicate pee muscles. A huge wave of pleasure over came her and a torrent errupted from between her legs, splashing all over the flood and all over her converse!
"Ohhh crap! It's all going in my shoes!" She announced, looking up at Soph who was totally fixated on the river flowing from between her girlfriends pissy pussy.
"Oohhh noooo! That's such a shame Jess!! Your poor feet are going to be all wet all day!" Soph teased as she too released her bladder muscles. The pee flooded through Jess' panties and all down the back of Sophs sexy legs and all over her soft little feet.
"Woops! Looks like mine are going to be all pissy too Jess!" Giggled Soph.
Once they had both emptied their bladders they quickly walked back to the public toilets to switch panties back. The walk there for Jess was strange as her gorgeous little feet splashed about in her pee soaked converse.
"My feet are soaked Soph!"
"Do you like how it feels or not like it?"
"I am not sure. I suppose, it feels, naughty??" Muttered Jess.
"Good. You can keep them on then! I'll worship those little feet clean later for you!"
The next two hours were spent in the local park. Both girls had bought a nice book with them and Jess had made sure to bring two large bottles of water with her to keep their bladders filling.
"Soph... My panties are drying!" Teased Jess who was lay on her side next to Soph.
"Mine too hun. Do you want to wee my panties for me do you?" Soph asked. The tone of her voice hinted that she was quite looking forward to getting her cute little pussy all wet again.
"Yes!!" Replied Jess instantly. "Lets go and do this one at home. I have a naughty idea!"
The walk back was quick. Jess' converse had near enough totally dried now and she was much more comfortable getting a hurry on knowing that pee wouldn't be splashing out of her converse! As soon as they arrived home Jess dragged Soph into the back garden and lay her on the sun lounger. She grabbed both sides of her leather skirt and pulled it down, revealing her damp little panties. She leaned in close and smelled her panties. The gentle fragrance of her pee was perfection. Jess flung her leg over to the other side of the chair, stradling the lounger and Soph.
"What are you doing Jess?!" Muttered Soph. The look on her face more turned on than worried.
"I'm peeing YOUR panties Soph!"
Jess hiked her skirt up high and then pulled her damp panties to the side. She lowered her self down onto Sophs private area and near enough pressed her pussy against Soph mons. As soon as she was in position, her pussy released the flood. A hot jet of pee sprayed forcefully out from between her puffy lips, spraying hard against Sophs panty covered pussy.
"Oh wow!!" murmuered Soph.. "Ooohh god that feels good!!"
Soph just lay back in the sun lounger, the hot pee flowing over her tight panties. She spread her legs wider and allowed the hot pee to flow down between her soft little pussy lips. At one point she gently pulled her panties aside and let the hot jet spray directly onto her throbbing pussy and delicate pee soak clit.
"Put her away Soph!" demanded Jess "She is supposed to be in pissy panties all day!"
"It was just a second Jess! She wanted to feel the jet more!"
"I'm just teasing! I'll let you off you naughty girly!" Giggled Jess as the last few drops trickled off her soft puffy lips. "That was so much relief!"
"My turn!" Shouted Soph. Sliding her self up in the chair and motioning for Jess to get out the way.
Jess quickly jumped out the way to let Soph stand up. As soon as she was off the seat Jess lay her self onto it and pulled her skirt down out of the way. Soph straddled the sun lounger and walked forward, aligning her dripping pussy with Jess' damp one.
"You ready cutie??" Whispered Soph.
"Mhmmm!" Muttered Jess.
Soph put her fingers under her panties and pulled them across revealing her glistening pissy pussy. Jess felt her clit throbb with excitement. Sophs pussy looked soooo tasty glistening wet with her pee! Soph lowered her self down so she was practically sat on Jess pussy and released a powerful jet straight at her panties. A wave of pleasure came over Jess as her swolen clit was soaked by Sophs hot pee.
"Mmmm ooh oooh god Sophh!! Yesssss!" Mumbled Jess as her pussy bathed in Sophs hot torrent. "My god this feels good!!"
Soph rearranged her position and pulled Jess' panties across so her pee was spraying directly onto Jess' throbbing clit.
"Ooooh my god I'm gonna cum Soph!!" Yelled Jess, a little louder than both girls would have wanted.
"No you're not hun!" Replied Soph. Her voice a little forceful. "You're not cumming till tonight!"
She snapped Jess' panties back across her glistening pussy and finished her hot stream. As soon as she was done Jess pulled her skirt back up as she gazed up and Soph who was strandling her.
"I love you soooo much Soph! You know that?!"
"I love you too... my naughty, little, pee princess!" muttered Soph trying to come up with some cute pee related name for her girlfriend. |
By the time they had both finished their 3rd soakings of the day it was around 13:30. Jess' converse had near enough dried and Soph was a tingly little mess knowing Jess gorgeous little feet had been all naughty and wet. They decided to drink tonnes and then get on with the house work. Jess wanted the next wettings to be proper soakings and was determined to fill hers and Soph's bladders fast!
2 hours of cleaning and working passed. Having drank 1l per hour both girls again had throbbing bladders. Jess decided to make the next panty soaking a proper loss of control wetting for both of them. Before leaving the house the girls swapped panties, Soph changed from her sandles into a pair of knee high boots, and then Jess dragged her out of the house, locked up, and lead them both to the local forest.
"First to wet them selves sleeps in their pissy panties Soph!" She anounced. She grabbed Sophs hand and started walking into the forest.
Soph was worrying. Her bladder was throbbing badly and she knew she wouldn't last long. Jess was exuding a huge sense of composure but deep down she was already on the brink of soaking her self. Her pussy was throbbing with desperation. She had treated the poor thing so badly all day making it stay soaked with Sophs hot pee and now it was begining to take revenge on her.
"Surely you don't want to end up sopping wet all night do you?!" She muttered to her pussy as she walked. "You'll be a stinky little mess tomorrow if you end up leaking now!"
Soph overheard Jess muttering.
"What did you say Jess?"
"Oh nothing, just muttering song lyrics!" She quickly replied.
Another 10 minutes or so passed and both girls were struggling to hold. Soph was visibly showing it by now and was constantly having a quick grab of her poor little pussy. Jess was trying to pretend like nothing was wrong but her little pee hole was quivering like crazy! She knew it wouldn't be long! If only Soph would hurry up and wet her self already! Each step was becoming more and more of a chore as her pussy begged for relief.
"Soph, you look like you're to peeee your self!" teased Jess, trying to show some composure as her pussy sent it's first serious spasm signal to her brain.
"So so desperate Jess!" Replied Soph. "I'm about to explode!"
Jess' pussy tingled with excitement and then her bloated bladder spasmed and sent a hot jet of pee spraying into Soph's panties between her legs.
"Oooh noooo!" She mumbled as she grabbed her pussy tight.
"Are you peeing Jess?!" Giggled Soph. "Has my sweeties little pussy given up her hold?!" She teased as she firmly gripped her own throbbing pussy.
"Nooooo.. Nooo she hasn't!!" Said Jess forcefully as she clamped her pussy firmly and forced her worn out pee hole to reclamp and stop the leak. "My pussy doesn't need relief at all!"
"Well in that case lets keep walking shall we?" Hinted Soph, slowly removing her hand from between her legs.
"Oh.. Okay... Sure.." Replied Jess. Her pussy was now properly begging for relief even though it was clamped firmly between her sexy thighs.
She began walking, one tiny step at a time attempting to keep up with Soph. She had never seen such determination from Soph and she was getting so horny thinking about how desperate her girlfriend must be. 5 minutes passed and suddenly Jess felt yet another hot jet spray into Soph's panties.
"Nooooo! STOP IT! STOP LEAKING!" She mumbled, sounding rather annoyed at her poor pussy. She attempted to re-clamp the flow but nothing she did would stop the flood. "STOOOPPP!!"
"Awwww is my poor little cutie peeing her self?" Teased Soph as she watched a waterfall of pee flooding down Jess' beatiful legs straight into her converse.
"It won't stop Soph!!"
"Just enjoy it sweety! Let that hot flow soak your pussy and fill those shoes!"
The hot flow gently subsided and Jess stood soaking wet in front of Soph. She lifted her skirt and looked at Sophies wet panties between her legs and then pulled them to the side slightly revealing her glistening pussy.
"Dirty thing! You deserve to be all pissy all night after that useless attempt at a hold!" She muttered.
"Yes she does Jess! Naughtly little thing clearly wanted to be a pissy mess ALLLLL NIGHT!" Teased Soph. As soon as she had finished her sentance her bladder gave way as well. A hot jet of pee sprayed into Jess' panties and a torrent flowed down her sexy legs totally filling her knee high boots and submerging her gorgeous bare feet inside them.
"Ooooh WOW Soph! You had to pee BAD didn't you!" Said Jess, looking rather impressed with her beautiful wet girlfriend.
"Sooo sooo bad! I thought I was gonna explode ages ago! I'm so impressed with my self!"
"I'm impressed too! I'm kinda glad I wet first as well! I Can't wait to keep this naughty little pussy all pissy and wet all night!"
The walk home was careful. Neither girl wanted anyone to notice that their shoes were totally soaked with hot pee. As they passed people they quickly pretended to be taking a photo or looking for a bird etc to have an excuse to not go splashing passed anyone. Arriving home at around 16:45 the girls went into the back garden.
Jess grabbed a towel off the washing line and then announced that it was time to trade panties back. She also suggested a very naughty idea that Soph would definitely like.
"Time to change panties hun. I need mine back soaked in your pee! Also, I want those boots. My cute little feet would love to be wearing a pair that your have soaked with pee!"
Soph's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Does that mean I get those sexy pee soaked little converse?!"
"Yup!"
"Deal!"
They both removed their shoes and tipped the pee out of them all over their little feet on the towel. They then traded panties and Soph watched with excitement as Jess slid her wet little feet into her knee high soaked boots. She slowly zipped them up and blew Soph a kiss. She knew full well she'd be getting her feet worshipped by Soph that night!
"You do realise it's only 5pm and we have peed our selves 4 times already! My panties are getting rather scented. So are my litte pussy lips!" Giggled Soph.
"Yup! Mine too! We have like 6 hours left though Soph. That's at least 3 more soakings!"
Jess' clit throbbed with excitement knowing she would have been soaked with her girlfriends 7 pees and would then be spending the ENTIRE night in damp little panties. She nearly came right there and then! |
The next two hours of filling was spent chilling on the sofa playing video games. Both girls by now were well aware that their cute little pussies were getting quite scented and both were getting very turned on by the idea of licking each other clean. Around 7 they decided to head out to a local pub. There was one that Jess knew that had benches on the grass in the garden. The perfect place for yet another panty soaking! This time however they were cautious of the soft aroma that was emanating from between their legs.
"We should probably put some leggings on Soph." Muttered Jess as they were about to leave the house. "I can smell your panties!"
"Good idea! Shall we stick to wetting our own panties for the rest of the night then sweety?" Replied Soph.
"Yeah good idea!"
The girls both slid on a pair of leggings under their leather skirts. They both changed out of their damp shoes and slid their cute little damp feet straight into fresh pairs of converse. Soph tingled between her legs as she saw Jess' beautiful little feet being slid out of her damp pee filled boots from earlier! What a sexy sight.
Once at the pub they both ordered the largest coctail possible and a meal. They settled out in the garden and chatted. Jess was always really turned on by being wet in public. Specially when they were being as sneaky as there were now!
"Quick! Lets go pee before the food arives!!" Exclaimed Jess.
They slipped away from the table having finished thier coctails and hurried into the large disabled toilet. It was perfect for them to both go in and be able to still have a little space. Jess quickly slid her leggings down and sat her self on the toilet. Totally neglecting to remove her panties as usual. As casually as she would be peeing normally a torrent errupted as soon as her butt hit the seat and a torrent flowed straight through her panties, bathing her gorgeous pussy in pee for the 5th time of the day! The flow subsided after around 30 seconds. Jess went to grab some toilet paper and then giggled.
"Hahaha as if I was going to wipe my pussy then Soph!" She laughed as she pulled her leggings tight up over her dripping panties. "That can't even be force of habbit either! I hardly ever wipe after a pee!"
"You're so dirty!" Said Soph in a dominating sort of voice. "You can't help but be a stinky little mess down there can you?!"
Jess giggled and pointed out that is was Sophs turn. She slid her leggings down, settled onto the toilet, and the flow was instant. Just as fast as Jess'.
"You didn't even have to think about that then did you Soph?!"
"Nope!" Soph replied sounding proud of her self. "I have my pussy well trained now! Its like a tap. I can turn it on whenever I want!"
"Good girly! That's what I wanted to hear!"
Soph stood up. A few little drips splashed from her panties into her leggings around her knees. Then she pulled them up tight and re-arranged her skirt.
"We really are dirty girls aren't we Jess! I mean REALLY REALLY Dirty!"
"Yup" replied Jess. "Right, lets go get some more drinks."
Standing at the bar felt very risky for them both. Their wet little pussies giving out a rather fragrant scent could give the game away. Luckily the leggings did a good job of trapping their pissy panty smell right between their legs.
Walking back to the table felt amazing for them both. With each step their wet little panties slid further between their dirty little pussy lips, rubbing against their swolen clits.
"I'm gonna cum just walking home at this rate Soph!"
"You better not! That little pussy isn't even allowed to be washed tonight! You don't think I'm going to let it cum do you?!"
"Are you serious?!"
"Well I don't want you making your self a sticky mess before bed Jess!"
"You SUCK!" Exclaimed Jess looking rather stroppy. "As if you let me sleep in pissy panties but not after cuming!"
"Oh well! Too bad hun."
The girls sat and ate their meals with their damp little panties clinging tightly to their beautiful scented pussies. Jess was gently scissoring her legs, softly clamping and unclamping her wet lips around her throbbing clit.
As soon as they were finshed they hurried home. The walk felt amazing for Jess. Even more so for Soph who was getting really turned on by having her damp little bare feet in her converse. She couldn't wait to worship Jess' delicate little feet and she really hoped Jess would return the favor.
By the time they arrived home at 20:45 they had been wearing pissy panties for 10 and a half hours and had soaked them 5 times already! Their beautiful litte pussies were really getting rather scented and Jess' clit was begging for attention. Unfortunately it wouldn't be getting any, and her dirty little pussy would be pissy for at least another 12 hours thanks to her failed pee holding contest earlier in the day!
"I don't think we'll get the full 7 soakings in by the end of the night Soph!"
"Me neither!" Jess replied, putting on a very sad looking face.
"Maybe yours will as you can't take your panties off until tomorrow anyway!" Teased Soph as she slid her hand up between Jess legs and pressed it onto her still damp pussy through her leggings.
"Stop Soph!!" She muttered as her pussy tingled with excitement. "You'll get her all excited!"
"Awwww does she want some naughty relief Jess?"
"Mhmmmm. She's been begging for it ever since the first time I pulled your wet panties up over her!"
"Poor thing! She's in for a long pissy night then stuck in those dirty little panties!"
"Yup!" Replied Jess looking slightly miserable.
"Wanna lick my pussy now Jess? I think we can forget the last two pees!" Said Soph cheerfully. "And can I worship your wet little feet?"
"Baby I will eat every last peice of that stinky little pussy right now! Do what you want with my feet just so long as I get to munch your pissy pussy!" Jess' excitement went through the roof. It was time to lick her dirty girlfriend clean!
Soph dragged Jess up into the bedroom and then lay her self on the bed. She made Jess remove her converse to reveal her dainty little feet and then offered them up in front of Jess.
"To gain access to my sexy little pussy you must first kiss my gorgeous little feet"
Jess did as she was told and began softly kissing Sophs beautiful wet little feet. She got a little carried away and gently nibbled Sophs toes. Soph wasn't complaining. It was making her pussy quiver with excitement.
Once she was satisfied, Soph unzipped her leather skirt and removed it, leaving her lay on the bed with only her black leggings and stinky pissy panties covering her throbbing pussy.
Jess grabbed the waist of Sophs leggings and gently slid them down revealing her damp panties beneath. The pee scent errupted from between her legs and Jess' pussy tingled instantly.
"Look away Jess" Said Soph softly.
"Okay hun!" Jess turned her head away and looked down at the floor. As soon as her gaze was averted Jess gently slid her stinky panties down and dangled them off one of her feet. She then closed her legs together with her hand over stinky little pussy.
"Okay look back Jessy!"
As Jess looked up she found Sophs wet little panties hanging casually of the tips of her soft little toes.
"They smell soooooo good Jess!" She said as she hung them directly in front of Jess' face. "I bet your little pussy smells exactly the same!"
"Ohhh Sophy!! I wanna eat you so bad right now!!"
Soph giggled and opened her legs wide, keeping her hands in place over her pissy pussy.
"Do you want to see sweety?" Teased Soph.
"Please baby! I wanna see!" Begged Jess softly.
"You want to see my stinky, pissy little mess of a pussy?"
"Of course Soph. Pleeeease!" She muttered.
"Okay baby. Just for you!" Soph slid her hands away from her pussy. It was glistening wet and very very pink in colour. The scent of pee was srong and Jess felt her own pussy spasm with excitement.
"Oooohhh!" Mumbled Jess. Almost lost for words.
"She's such a dirty dirty girl Jessy! She's been pissy for 11 hours! Soaked over and over again! Bathing in your dirty pee as well as her own! She's been a horny little turned on cutie ALL DAY Jess! She's just waiting to be worshipped!"
Jess nearly came in her panties as Soph teased her.
"Go on then Jessy! Lick that poor little cutie clean!"
Instantly Jess dived in. Her tongue routed around every last bit of Soph's pee soaked little pussy. It was like a whirlwind whipping around all over her throbbing pissy lips. Soph spread her legs wide revealing her glistening little pee hole to Jess.
"Look at that dirty little pee hole!" She said to Jess. "Worship her Jess!! She's been a dirty little mess all day! And she beat you in a pee holding contest!"
Jess licked and worshipped Sophs wet little pee hole. As soon as her tongue touched it, Soph released a huge spurt of pee straight into Jess' mouth.
"DRINK BABY!" Shouted Soph. "Drink my yummy piss!"
Jess drank spurt after spurt as Sophs pussy began to loose any form of self control. Wave after wave of pleasure was overcoming her and she errupted into a spasming orgasm as a huge wave of squirt sprayed out into Jess' mouth.
"That...Was....Amazing!" Said Soph as she slumped back onto the bed a worn out mess of a girl.
"You tasted AMAZING Soph!" mutted Jess as she lifted her head from between Sophs wet legs. "I love you so much baby!!"
"I love you too Jess!" Muttered Soph between her heavy panting. "You really can make me cum hard baby!"
Jess had nearly cum in her panties her self. What a struggle the rest of the night would be for her poor stinky little pussy! |
Summer had arrived with a vengeance. Every day of the week had hit at least 35C and finally the weekend had arrived. At the end of a sweaty week in work clothes, what better way to cool off then a trip to the beach?
Alice and Lucas set off in Alice's convertible, with the top down and wind in their hair. Get to the beach any time after 9am and parking would be a nightmare but they had got going early and found a spot just a short walk from the sand.
"Please can you sun cream me," Alice said after they picked a spot and lay down their towels.
Lucas didn't need to be asked twice. Any chance to run his hands over Alice's body was a treat.
Alice lifted her sundress over her head, revealing an aqua blue one piece with a deep plunging back. Lucas squirted a large dollop of sun cream in the palm of his hand and started coating Alice's neck and shoulders. He moved down Alice's back, carefully sliding his hands under the edges of her swimsuit, making sure he was covering every part of her body that might be exposed to the scorching sun. Finally he did her legs, his heart pounding as his hands ran up the insides of Alice's thighs to the edges of her swimsuit, centimetres from the pubic triangle hidden within.
With a twinkle in her eyes and a coy smile, Alice said to Lucas: "I reckon you've done a good job. My turn."
Lucas felt himself stir inside his board shorts as Alice's hands rubbed cream into his body. He felt her hands slide under the waistband of his shorts, slipping across the top of his bum and sending tingles through his entire body.
"You made sure I was well covered; the least I can do is return the favour," she whispered in his ear.
Their bodies protected, they dived into the cool ocean. For hours they swam and sunned themselves, diving in as they felt themselves getting hot.
As the afternoon wore on, Lucas realised his need to pee was getting strong. He loved everything about the beach, with one exception. The toilet block always had a foul smell. Just walking through the entrance made him want to gag. But he wasn't ready to go home. This day was like a dream. He looked across at Alice, lying on her towel face down. He loved the swimmers she was wearing. Not only did they highlight her gorgeous back but they accentuated her exceptionally cute bum. He stroked her arm and said: "I need to pee but I don't know what to do. I don't want to go to the public toilets."
Alice sat up and pondered their options. "Have you ever gone in the ocean," she asked.
Lucas had to admit he never had. "I'm always worried someone will know what I'm doing or they will somehow feel it," he said.
Alice smiled. "Don't worry," she said. "We'll go ever there where no one is swimming, you can hold me in your arms and let go. No one will have a clue."
Lucas remembered their third date and thought about the offer he made Alice in her time of need and realised she was just doing the same for him.
"OK," he said.
They waded into the water away from the other swimmers and kept walking until they were both chest deep. Alice pulled Lucas around to face her and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "You can go now," she said with a loving smile.
Lucas glanced around nervously and then brought his gaze back to Alice. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. There was something odd about the idea of peeing while immersed in water but the more he thought about it the more curious we was to experience it. Finally he summoned up the courage and let the build-up in his bladder go. The warmth quickly spread around his board shorts, a very different sensation from other times he had peed his pants.
Alice watched for tell-tale signs of when Lucas started peeing but couldn't see any before she felt his warmth seeping through his board shorts and making the water around her waist warm. It was a gorgeous feeling and she couldn't resist slipping her hand down to the front of Lucas's shorts to feel the warmth on her hand. Then she went one better, slipping her hand down the inside of his shorts. The jet of pee exiting his penis into the ocean water felt like a tiny jet in a spa bath. It tickled her palm as she moved her hand around, enjoying the sensation.
When Lucas was finished, Alice asked him: "How was that?"
Lucas smiled. "That felt amazing. Thank you so much for the suggestion."
Alice said: "You're welcome but there's one more thing. Now I need to go. But I want to do something different."
Alice led Lucas out of the water up to a secluded section of the beach, away from the crowds. She told Lucas to sit on the sand with his legs out straight. Lucas followed her instructions, mesmerised by the thought of what might follow.
Alice knelt down on top of Lucas's legs, her crotch right in front of a bulge that was growing in his shorts. "I got to feel your pee, now you can feel mine," she said.
Lucas watched as the triangle of swimmers that covered her crotch suddenly glistened and pee flowed through the wet material, soaking Lucas's board shorts. He gasped as he felt the hot pee flow down through his shorts over his crotch. Alice took Lucas's hand as she continued to pee and put it so that his hand cupped the hot, wet section of her swimsuit. The moment was too much for Lucas and, without any touching, he felt himself orgasm and cream the inside of his board shorts.
Alice's eyes went wide as she felt Lucas's body convulse under her. "Did you ... ?" she asked
Lucas nodded with a sheepish smile. "I couldn't believe it just happened. That is the effect you have on me."
Alice grinned. "We better go for another swim so our swimmers can have a good wash!" she laughed.
Edited July 1, 2019 by wetskipants
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Prefix: This is based off what really happened to me yesterday, and I’m only posting it in this forum so I can change some names and locations to not give away where I live.
The actual story:
Yesterday I woke up a bit early, and by a bit I mean I woke up at 4:30AM. Of course, this isn’t such a bad thing, as with the heatwave gripping England at the moment it gets so hot that I’ve been deliberately sleeping through the hot part of the day. Anyway, the important part was, I woke up at 4:30AM and by 5AM I was fully awake and ready to enjoy my day. Knowing that the weather was going to be sunny all day, and that the predicted temperatures were way too high, I decided to go out to the town early so that it wouldn’t be too hot.
This is the root cause of the incident later. I really should’ve realised that at 5AM none of the shops would be open, but I didn’t think that through, and since it had been so many months since I last went up to the town centre I didn’t remember when all the shops opened or closed. So I got dressed, putting on a rather plain but comfortable long skirt and a really comfortable, loose fitting, cool shirt, and went downstairs. I wasn’t hungry, as it was 5AM, so I just made a comically oversized mug of tea, filled up a 1L bottle of water, and drank a glass of Sprite. I sat in my living room for another half hour, drank my tea, grabbed my bag, and set off.
Now to most people, walking up to the town centre is probably a pretty common thing, but for me as someone who was stayed indoors for a week and gone an entire weekend without seeing any sunlight, it’s more of once every couple of months thing. But I still knew my way there, and I walked down to it. Other than getting honked by some assholes who ran two red lights and barely missed me, the trip was uneventful, and I soon arrived near the mall. I went past it and into the park nearby, a quite large, nice natural area with lots of trees and plants. I used to go there as a kid all the time, and I’m used to it being full of people, so it was quite surprising when it was completely empty. Nevertheless, I sat down on a bench and got a book out of my bag: Enid Blyton’s The Secret Island, a favourite of mine from when I was a young child. I saw it on a shelf for the first time in 8 years and decided to read it, and now was as good as a time as any.
Honestly, the weather was amazing at 5:30AM. (When I arrived in the park) To most people, it would probably seem too cold, as I think it was around 10 degrees, a stark contrast to the 35 degree midday weather and the 42 degrees my bedroom can reach with my PC running, but to me the weather was great. My comfortable temperature range is between -1 and 18 degrees, so 10 was lovely. There was a nice breeze, and the sun was hidden behind the plants, leaving me in the shade.
My reading was interrupted around 5:40AM however, by the appearance of a girl. I’m not sure of her age as I’m notoriously terrible with ages, but she clearly wasn’t a fully grown adult but at the same time I’m pretty certain she was at least 14. Probably 15-17. She arrived, and sat on a bench at almost the exact other end of the park in relation to me. I noticed, but I couldn’t really get a good look at her to see if she was someone I knew at that distance because my eyesight is astronomically poor and I need new glasses. I was expecting she’d leave after a while, so I wasn’t surprised when she got up; I was when she sat down again on a bench much closer to mine.
From this distance, I could see her in detail. This was when I guessed her age. I definitely didn’t know her, but she looked friendly and had a really nice pink hoodie. I smiled in her direction, and she smiled back, but that was the end of that interaction. I picked my book back up off my bench, and started reading, but I felt my bladder give a little twinge as I finished the chapter. I realised that I hadn’t been the bathroom as I left, but I ignored the twinge and returned to reading as I would just go later when it become more serious.
The girl opposite me stood up a little later, and paced about a bit before sitting back down. I didn’t pay much attention though, as I was still reading. I did notice however that she was moving around in her seat more than I expected, but I didn’t think much of it. It was only when she got up fidgeted a little, and moved onto a different bench, that I started getting distracted from my book and started watching her movements with some interest. So I put down the book, and acted like I was just observing the plants behind and around her, which in fairness were actually quite interesting, they’d changed completely since I last sat on a bench here in around 2013. Almost disappointingly she sat still after this for a couple of minutes, and I was about to pick up my book again when she suddenly crossed her legs and shook a little.
I tried not to think about the fact that this meant that she needed the bathroom too, now wasn’t the time. But she was definitely uncomfortable, legs crossed, moving around and fidgeting. As if sensing our shared predicament, my bladder gave a stronger twinge, urging me to look for a toilet. But I couldn’t leave now, I had to see what this girl did next. Besides, I was only a little full, I could wait. I got my bottle of water out of my bag and had a mouthful of it, probably not the smartest idea in hindsight, especially as I had been drinking from it periodically anyway. I then picked up my book and continued reading occasionally looking up to see if the girl was doing anything different.
After a while, she moved back to the bench opposite me that she sat at earlier, and uncrossed her legs. She was obviously struggling to sit still, but she was hiding her need much better. I looked down again read the next couple of chapters, only to be interrupted:
”U-Umm... hello?”, said the same girl, except now she was standing completely still in front of my, without even shaking her legs.
”H-hello...”, I replied, surprised to see her.
”So... what b-brings you here today?”, the girl asked.
”Oh... I-I just felt like g-going o-out... v-visiting... I-I mean, j-just going outside...”, I said quietly. I really should work on communication skills, when I’m not talking to someone I know I’m really terrible at talking to people. I used to be way better at this too, I don’t know what happened.
“I’m out here as I-I-“, the other girl started, before crying out: “A-ah! N-no...”, and grabbed herself hard on the crotch, dancing a little.
”S-sorry... I-I just don’t have an-anywhere else to-to go...”, explained the girl, who had managed to stand mostly still but was still holding herself.
I pretended not to notice, and asked her what she meant.
”I-I c-can’t... c-can’t go back home r-right now, for im-important reasons, but I-I really need to call someone... can I please have six... sixty pence for a payphone?”
”Wow, a-a payphone? I haven’t used one of them... w-well ever! I’m s-surprised you know h-how. But sure, here.”
I gave her £1.20 incase she needed a longer phone call, as I remembered my mum saying about how they charge based off of call length once.
”Th-thank you... This phone call is-is r-really im-important...”, she said, taking the money and putting it in her pocket.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, I asked:
”Are y-you all right? Your l-legs are r-really sh-shaking...”, unable to resist the desire to hear her explanation for her desperation.
”O-oh... y-you noticed, huh? I-I just... j-just really... r-really need the b-bathroom... I-I couldn’t go a-at home e-earlier... and I-I can’t g-go back y-yet... so th-this is a r-real problem...”
“I know where there’s some public t-toilets nearby, I could sh-show you.”
”N-no... I’ll be f-fine.”, she said, as she winked and walked away.
She sat on the far away bench she first sat on, meaning I couldn’t really observe her desperation anymore, disappointingly.
“What a weird conversation, I wonder who she was or why she wouldn’t tell me why she couldn’t go back home. Probably a runaway or something.”, I thought to myself, and went back to my book.
Unfortunately for me, I was really starting to feel the effects of that comically oversized mug of tea and that glass of Sprite I’d drank earlier. It was now around 6:20AM, and the twinging had been replaced by a constant, and growing urge, pressing on my bladder. I tried to ignore it, deciding to wait until later, but it was getting really distracting. Even trying to focus on my book couldn’t quite take my mind off of it. Not wanting to look like I needed to go in public, I pressed my legs a little closer together, taking the pressure off a bit while not looking too conspicuous. This made things much more manageable, but at 6:40AM I decided to go the nearby public toilets. So I got up, feeling the liquid slosh around as I moved, which didn’t help with my situation, grabbed my stuff, and started walking.
As I reached the first shops, I realised the flaw in my plan to go to the town centre at 5AM. They were all closed. All of them. Opening hours ranged from 7:30AM to 12AM, but none of them were open this early. But that didn’t bother me, I knew I could always wait until later. I continued towards the bathrooms, passing more and more closed shops. I had to take a different route to normal as I couldn’t take the usual shortcut through Poundland, but I eventually found them. Exited, I ran up to the doors, my bladder bulging slightly at the thought of release, only for the door to refuse to open. Looking up, I saw a sign:
”In order to reduce maintenance costs, these facilities will only be open between 10AM and 16PM. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.”
“WAIT WHAT!?”
“Sorry for any inconvenience!? It’s not something that monitor inconveniences you, not having a bathroom is serious! I swear, England’s been getting worse and worse since everyone started voting Tory...”
“Oooh... this is bad. I doubt I’ll be able to wait that long... I think I can hold it long enough to find somewhere else though, there’ll be 24-hour shop somewhere where I can relieve myself...”
I turned away from the door, noticing that although they had shut the toilets there was still a working water fountain nearby, so I used that to fill up my bottle of water which I had almost completely drained, adding another litre of water to my already full bladder. Walking away from the toilet block, as merely looking at them, even when they were closed, was making me want to go even more, I found a bench a little way away, and sat down. I squeezed my legs tightly together, as this street was deserted, which made holding it back easier. I then waited until 7AM, as I thought some shops might open at that time.
I got back up at 7AM, uncomfortably loosening my legs, and feeling the heavy load I was carrying press harder and harder on me... but I couldn’t give up. Not on a public street like this. I had a drink from my bottle of water, as no matter how desperate I still prioritise hydration. The feeling of the water running through made caused my bladder to give a powerful jolt, nearly causing myself to leak. But I withstood it, and headed back the way I came. I walked down past all of the shops, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed, closed...
“There has to be somewhere that’s open, right? I need to use their bathroom so badly...”
I walked down into the main shopping street which led towards the centre area that connected to the mall. I couldn’t find any open shops. I eventually found one shop that was open, but it didn’t have a bathroom, even for staff, forcing me to wait even longer. I walked down the path to the mall, unsurprisingly no shops were open. I walked up to the mall, hoping it would be open, but the doors wouldn’t move, and I saw a tiny sign saying it wouldn’t open until 9AM. I turned away disappoint, and luckily spotted a sign, pointing me towards... some toilets! Excitedly I raced in the direction it pointed, and followed a second sign, directly into a set of glass doors. Which didn’t open. The bathrooms where within the mall. But the sign still pointed to them, and I could see the toilets, even the pink female symbol enticing me towards the girls’ room; so close, yet so far.
Begrudgingly, I walked away from the secondary entrance, and followed a pathway towards the high street.
“Ah... a-ahh... there has to be bathroom somewhere... hopefully on the high street I’ll find an open shop...”
I walked past a massive water feature, numerous fountains and water sprayers, which was naturally kept running 24/7 365 days a year, even in negative temperatures, because of course the council have the budget for an important thing like that, just not for something silly like toilets. My poor, aching bladder bulged as I walked past, I could feel the pee trying to force it’s way out. I had to stop and cross my legs for a bit after I got away from it, I barely managed to hold on.
”Thank god it isn’t raining... the sound alone might be too much for me.”
Eventually I reached the high street, having cut through a different park, and reached yet another disappointingly shut street. Although almost everything was closed, I saw two promising sites, a 24-hour McDonalds, and a Starbucks. The McDonalds was closer, so I went into there first, trying not to seem like I was too desperate. I walked towards the bathroom, it was a small shop, with a single bathroom for both disabled people, men, and women, but I didn’t care, I just had to pee. I push on the door and... *click.*
I wouldn’t open. I turned around, disheartened, and the staff on shift told me it was out of order for maintenance. I hurried out of the shop, feeling my bladder bulge harder than ever. Nevertheless, I moved onto the Starbucks. The doors were open, so I didn’t look for the opening hours sign. I ran in, and spotted a sign directing me to the bathrooms. I sprinted for them, so desperate, only to find that there wasn’t girls’ room! I’m not even joking, it sounds like something from some fan fiction, but there literally wasn’t one. I searched the entire cafe. Men’s, disabled, staff, and then nothing. There were only 3 toilets, and there wasn’t one I could use. Normally though, I’d just bust into the men’s. But then I noticed something, the shop was silent. I turned around and looked to the counter. No one was there. I walked to the door, no one was outside, and then I saw the opening hours sign: it opened at 10AM. Someone had picked the lock or something and got the doors open, leaving the inside completely empty, as the shop shouldn’t open for another hour and a half.
I hightailed it out of there, desperate for somewhere to go. There was only one real big shopping area to go to, so I walked round to there. Again, all the shops were predictably empty, except for one, the newly-built (well, newly-built for me, I think it went up like 3 years ago but I’ve only seen it once before.) Morrison’s. All of it’s lights were on, so I ran towards it and...
“Yes! Yes! YES! It opens at 7AM! It’s open... I... finally... somewhere to pee...”
I sprinted towards the doors, they opened automatically, and I went into the main shopping floor, looking around for a bathroom. And I found one! I walked towards it, trying not to look bursting to the staff, and I walked in, opened the girl’s room, and it was being cleaned.
IT WAS BEING CLEANED.
Honestly, I don’t know if the world just had it out for me this morning, but every time I found somewhere, something got in the way. I sadly walked out of Morrison’s, feeling my need growing worse and worse, not even sure if I withstand the pressure long enough for them to finish cleaning.
I stepped out of the department store, wondering what to do next. It was 8AM by now, meaning 3 hours roughly since I last had a bathroom break. I was just considering finding either some bushes or ideally the council headquarters to pee in discreetly, when my stomach suddenly growled hungrily. Of course, I hadn’t had breakfast, had I? I decided to go and visit a restaurant I knew nearby which was open at this point, as it would make the hour or so until the mall opened much more bearable. I walked towards the entrance, trying my hardest to keep my panties dry. I was very full. I either had to fidget constantly or hold myself to even walk around, if I had to wait much longer I’d be squirming.
“Ah... o-oh... if I go in here I have to be absolutely sure I won’t pee myself... I could never live that down... I-I think I can manage, m-my dam will hold.”
I stepped inside, and sat down at a table with a booth around it in a certain way which meant it would be very hard to see my legs from most angles, and I then immediately crossed them as tightly as I could, continuing to squirm and fidget under the table. The waitress came over to me:
I ordered the same meal I buy every time I go here, along with my usual drink, a large mint-chocolate milkshake, instinctively. I realised my mistake as soon as it arrived; standing before me was a massive glass, the size of a medium sized vase, at least 2 pints at the minimum, probably about a litre.
“Oh god... why did I have to order that... I’m so full already...”
Despite my doubts that I could hold back another massive drink on top of everything else, I ate the meal, and drank the entire milkshake. I regretted it rapidly, as the second I tried to stand up I nearly lost control and had to fall back down onto my seat. Sitting down, I could mitigate the urge, but not while I was standing up. Eventually, I managed, barely keeping the seal intact by utilising all my willpower and strength. I asked the waitress if I could please use the bathroom before I left, as due to the size of this restaurant the toilet was on the second floor and had to be accessed through a locked door out the front of the restaurant.
”I’d love to let you, but I don’t have to key.”
”W-what... d-do you m-mean?”
”My boss has it, and she won’t be here for an hour or so. I wish she’d hurry, I need to go myself...”
”O-okay... th-thanks anyway...”, I said, and paid the bill.
Stepping outside into the colder air nearly made me explode, the sudden contrast causing the floodgates to nearly open. I squirmed around in the spot until the urge subsided somewhat, and slowly began to walk towards the park I was in earlier. I couldn’t wait much longer, I could explode any minute. And it was only 8:35AM. My poor, tortured bladder, pushed to its limits by council idiocy...
I managed to reach the park, and sat at my previous bench. But I couldn’t sit still this time, it was impossible to stop moving for even a second. I had to keep fanning my legs, alternating between crossed and double crossed, with both hands buried deep in my crotch, and even then it was nightmarishly hard to resist the desire to let it all come flooding out. I tried to distract myself, but I couldn’t. All I had to do was wait another 20 minutes, and the mall was really close...
“Nnngh... w-why... a-ahh... why did I d-drink that... I-I was b-bursting before, n-now I-I could e-explode any... o-ooh... s-second...”
Each minute felt like an hour. After about 5 agonising minutes, a little spurted out. After another 5, a much larger leak happened, but I held back most of the force. It felt like I was trying to fit an entire ocean into a glass, my bladder stretched like a water ballon, big and bulging.
“I-I must endure it... I-I can’t give in...”
I just about made it, the church in town rang out it’s 9AM bells, and I sighed with relief, if I hadn’t been trying to hold back a waterfall I would’ve jumped for joy.
“C-come on... j-just have t-to make it t-to th-the m-mall... j-just a little longer...”
I slowly stood up, bladder feeling heavier than my CRT TV, a bit more spurted out, causing a leak, but I stemmed the flow, and ignoring the slight black spot on my skirt I embarked towards the mall, trying to keep the floodgates closed.
I reached the secondary entrance from earlier, and sprinted in, before the automatic doors had finished opening. I ran towards the bathroom, my only goal being to get in there. I was nearly in a cubicle when my body realised there was nothing holding back the oncoming floodwaters from overflowing, overfill bladder, and it started coming out just before I was able to throw a door open and get into a cubicle.
It all came flooding out, most of it into the toilet, and it was honestly an incredible feeling. Although my panties got a bit wet, as I was wearing a skirt rather than trousers it was better than it would’ve been if I’d warn tracksuit bottoms like I considered before I left, that would’ve p been much worse.
End of story:
Wow, this is certainly the longest story I’ve ever written on here. Sorry for not posting in far too long, I got back from my holiday a while ago expecting to starting using this site more often, but I’ve just been so busy omorashi has barely been on my mind. I was gonna write something the other day, but then my chronic fatigue syndrome started acting up and I slept for 18 hours. Yesterday’s near-accident just gave me the incentive to post on here again.
Edited July 2, 2019 by RagingPython
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Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium. I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves. At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily. I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since. Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon. I made sure of that.
I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves. Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after. I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments.
Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once. Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her. She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee. I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused.
‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’ She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room. I asked what she needed to use it for.
‘Master, I need relief.’
‘Have you finished your tasks? And is my lunch ready?’
‘No, Master. Not yet. But I fear that…’
I didn’t let her finish. I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor. She looked as if she might.
‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch. Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’
She looked confused. I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me. I took advantage of the pause to order her away.
‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch. Leena, go!’
She curtseyed again, turned and left. I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so. Her need to empty herself was getting desperate. She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall. It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch.
Shortly Emily appeared.
‘Master. Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’
‘Thank you. Emily, do you need to wee?’
She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact.
‘Yes Master.’
‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting. I’ll be there shortly.’
‘Yes Master.’
I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard. It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house. A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine. Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister. I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day.
‘Hannah.’
‘Yes Master?’
‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet. Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’
‘Yes Master.’ She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke. She needed a piss too.
I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs. She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her. They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand. Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat. She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs. The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic. I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before.
Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly. I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again. Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena. She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing.
I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission. They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them. Indeed, she was.
‘Master.’
‘Yes, Leena?’
‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’
I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why?
‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself. I really, really need to pee.’
I nodded and smiled.
She visibly relaxed.
‘Thank you Master.’
She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray. By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground. I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray.
She had been desperate. She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it. She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees. A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand. She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions.
She had been full. She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew. I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully. They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them.
Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back. She could not stand still, wriggling her hips. Nor could Hannah or Emily. Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot. Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky.
I tried not to be distracted. Leena was still squirting a steady stream. The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity. She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention. She smiled and kept weeing. She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened. She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips. Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry.
I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next. They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance.
The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering. Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her. The poor girl had been unable to hold on. She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood. A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet. Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear. She had no chance of halting the flow of pee. She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot.
The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them. Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth. She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger.
Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee. Keep going as long as you need to. There’s no harm done.’
I glanced quickly at each of the other two. They understood that they still needed my permission. Emily groaned.
Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle. A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic. Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets. She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed and looked down. Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it.
Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing. The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped. Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now. I asked,
‘Martha, can you still pee? Have you got more to come?’
She said nothing, but nodded.
‘Go on then. Pee.’
I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood. Deliberately, she wet herself again. As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth. She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped.
‘Go on!’ I encouraged. And she repeated the entertainment for me. She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more.
Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva. Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that. Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor.
That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray. Who first, I wondered?
‘Emily. Please lift your skirt.’
She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told. She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs.
‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’
‘Yes please, Master.’
This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes.
‘Go on then Hannah. Don’t make Emily wait too much longer. And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress. You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’
Biting her lip, Emily just nodded. Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. I wondered what she might do to amuse me.
She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right. It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor. Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks. Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another. Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist. I was entranced. She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni. She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it.
Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray. She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went. She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit). She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips. Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours. She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it.
Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni. A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray. She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled. Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind. Emily stepped back a couple of paces.
I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently. It took all my self-control to remain seated. I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs. Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately. I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched. I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst. But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand.
Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing. After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her. Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her. When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade.
I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so. I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray. She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it. She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist. As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand.
From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her. She was peeing into her underwear with full force. She looked at me.
‘Master?’
‘Yes, Emily?’
‘You did not give me permission to undress. But I don’t think I had time anyway.’
‘Were you that desperate?’
‘Yes. I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish. Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand. It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’
‘You can undress now. Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’
She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation. Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it. It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist.
Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it. She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow. I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down.
The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch. As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me. There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day. Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments. Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself. |
So I've said before I'm hesitant to write because I don't think I'm that good having written stories on my old deleted account I felt weren't good and only one story on my new one. But this was something requested from Mad Bladder so I honoured the request made. Hope it's okay.
Jessica was sitting in the large auditorium waiting for the show to start. Her friend stepsister Trish Walker had made a name for herself as a child actress even with the bad things that came in life from asshole producers too her mother Dorothy being controlling. With the success of Trish Talk, she was encouraged by Jessica to turn her life into a show on a stage. Well encouraged so long as she wasn't depicted as a character. Dorothy initially wasn't satisfied until she got to see some of the project and for the most part was okay. Now they were sitting there waiting for the show to start.
"This is exciting isn't it Jessie?" Dorothy asked her stepdaughter.
"Well it was either this or Lifetime" Jessica said sarcastically wondering when the waiter would come with the booze that Trish promised her would be served. She would need it in order to get through this. Sure enough he appeared as Jessica took a drink for him as she then took a bottle to which he protested it was for others but her hard stare convinced him to leave it with her.
"Oh come on lighten up you should be happy for Trish." Dorothy said annoyed at Jessica's constant sarcasm and cynicism.
"I just don't want her to be depicted as a laughing stock. This a true story remember and whether you remember or care you did shitty things." Jessica said as she saw Dorothy ignore her.
Out of the corner of her eye she was surprised to see her boss Jeri Hogarth walking into an aisle as she sat next to her. Great.
"Well I made it, Mind you I have other things to do than see Broadway." Jeri said having been invited by Jessica as payment for one of the jobs she pulled for her.
"Like you'd be doing anything but brooding in your cavernous mansion." Jessica said as the show started and she gave a slow clap as suddenly she began to fidget. Damn all she drink that alcohol too fast. Though it didn't feel bad yet so she decided to ignore it for now.
Another 10 minutes went by and Jessica was now getting desperate. Distracting herself she saw how Trish was performing and was surprised how seriously she was taking it. From her own memory it felt like Trish's life as a celebrity became what she was known for more than her acting and it was how people remembered her and how she wanted to distance herself from it. She said this was going to be her closing the book on it because she'd tell it her way. Deciding she had waited long enough she got up to pee before Dorothy pulled her back down as she asked "What are you doing?"
"I gotta pee" Jessica said not trying to sound urgent.
"But you'll miss the show." Dorothy said
"So I'll miss 10 minutes I was there several years for what of it now let me go." Jessica urged.
"But you'll just distract her. She always had a hard time looking at the camera." Dorothy said keeping her down.
Jessica didn't like being told what do to do like this it felt like Kilgrave. "The biggest distraction would be you calling attention to me leaving now let me fucking pee!"
Dorothy however still didn't budge as she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down trapping her in her seat much to her frustration and annoyance.
Jessica tried to ignore it for a little while longer. Maybe if Dorothy left too go herself or to go out for air she could sneak out. It wasn't easy. She never had to pee this bad in her life as she shifted from foot to foot trying not to move in her seat. What's worse the bottle of alcohol she took was only half empty. She couldn't put anymore pressure on her bladder but she didn't want to waste good booze either so she gulped it down. This would come back to bite her in the ass later.
An hour went by and after a few more attempts to get by Dorothy, Jessica still hadn't gone. The desperation was more clear as she tried not to leak in her jeans. Feeling Dorothy was a losing battle and seeing she was distracted by the actress playing her on stage looking either visibly annoyed by it or possibly by her fidgeting, she decided to turn to Hogarth "Move I gotta fucking pee."
"So I noticed." Jeri said as she raised an eyebrow having never seen the cool and sarcastic Jessica like this before. It kind of turned her on. Keeping in that mode and wanting to embarrass her she decided to not let her pass. "Your step mother was quite adamant you stay. Besides it's only another hour. You're a tough girl right? Tough girls hold their pee?"
Jessica didn't seem to notice the sly smile being distracted by her bladder but she knew she was right. If she wet herself and kept acting like a little girl who couldn't hold her pee on car trips then it would just make her look like a joke. Jessica had been able to hold her pee on car rides before it was Trish who often had the small bladder even wetting herself once much to Dorothy's annoyance. Maybe that was why she was making her suffer because she didn't want her to be embarrassed by people noticing her need. Bitch.
Jessica was finding it had now not to fidget as she continued to watch her friend perform. She seemed to notice Trish may or may not have been looking right at her. She was happy she was here and despite this bullshit Jessica was too. She wasn't always great with emotions or people but the one consistent person in her life she was always there for and her in return was Trish. For the sake of her friend and her counting on her she decided she would continue to wait. She had super strength for crying out loves surely her bladder could wait a little longer?
An hour had passed and the show as now ending and Jessica was near the end of her limit. She struggled as pee escaped a little into her panties. She noticed Hogarth staring and Jessica could swore she was loving this.
"You okay?" Jeri asked her
Jessica ignored her as she looked out at Trish who looked to be crying out as she then saw her crumble to the floor. She assumed it was the end and it was as the show culminated as Jessica then got up and clapped trying not to hop on one foot to the next. She then seemed to notice Trish wasn't taking her bow as she darted off to the back of the stage.
"Where is she going?" Dorothy asked confused "She's missing the crowd's adoration?"
"I think she's had enough for one lifetime." Jessica said now sounding urgent "I'll go find her."
Jessica then pushed past her as she ran up the auditorium and push through the door clutching herself.
While she wanted to help Trish, first and foremost Jessica had to take care of her need that was becoming unbearable as she tried not to leak as she made it to the restroom and kicked the door down as she rushed into a stall, shut the door and pulled her down her pants and panties and sat down as she unleashed a gusher of piss and sighed finally getting the relief she craved. The pee continued to gush for a moment as she heard crying in the next stall that sounded like Trish. "Trish?"
"Jess?" Trish said
"Hey." Jessica said somewhat embarrassed knowing she could hear the torrent of piss she unleashed as she tried to sway things back to the stage as she continued to pee "So what happened out there? You get a little too into character?"
"Sort of" Trish answered "I really put my all into this Jess. I wanted to show people what Patsy Walker life was like and not the way they remembered it or how my mom portrayed it. I was determined not too look like an idiot out there."
"You weren't" Jessica urged as her pee slowly began to turn into a trickle
"The thing is I did." Trish said wiping a tear "When you saw me collapse it wasn't just from the show's final end. I... pissed myself Jess. I had been needing to go halfway through the show but I couldn't because no intermission and I wasn't going to leave now because I couldn't hold it in. I still made myself look like an idiot regardless."
Jessica felt sympathy as her pee finally stopped flowing as she then wiped herself and stood up and flushed the toilet as she left the stall and knocked on the door to Trish's stall.
Trish then opened the door as she then fell into Jessica's arms and hugged her. Her best friend was always there for her. "So you really had to go huh?"
Jessica didn't try to show her embarrassment because it made her feel stupid too "Your mom wouldn't let me out. Though I don't think she was too pleased with the show either."
"I made some changes once I knew she wasn't going to interfere anymore" Trish said "At least you made it. You're stronger than me. Literally and figuratively."
"You are too." Jessica said as the two friends let go of their hug and left the restroom.
The End.
So yeah that's that. Again not good I imagine but this was the best I felt I could do.
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So i used to write, not so much anymord. These are some of my old stories. They contain lots of desperation and pissing. This is the first one I ever wrote
ook over there, a rest area!" julie exclaimed!!
"Thank god," replied Grace "30 more seconds and I would have pissed my pants"
The two girls were on their way home after spending the day at a Bridal shower in a large city about 4 hours from where they lived. It had been a fun filled day seeing old friends, having a bit of light hearted dirty fun, and of course enjoying refreshments, which included soft drinks, tea, and of course champhagne. Both girls had been too busy having fun to consider the effects on their bladders during the long ride home.
As they sped home along the highway, it was maybe an hour and half before the two girls were forced to admitt to each other that they were both bursting for a piss. Problem was, they were on a country road... not many rest stops... and the girls didn't want to simply stop on the highway and risk exposing themselves to passers by. By the time they spot the small rest stop 30 minutes later, both were desperate beyond all measure, dancing in their car seats trying to hold it in...
They pulled into the rest stop, not a large one, just a parking lot, some picnic tables and a small brick bathroom building. However to two girls so desperate to piss, it looked like the magical land of OZ.
Both girls jumped out of the car and began to hobble towards the bathroom. Julie couldn't remember a time she had to piss so bad in her life, as she took small baby steps towards the ladies room, her hands pressed to her crotch to keep control. Grace meanwhile was hobbling slightly bent over, her one hand her stomach to give support to her aching bladder. All she could think of was getting to a toliet to unleash the ocean of piss inside her.
The girls reached the ladies room, but to they're horror, were met with a bar and padlock. A large sign read, OUT OF ORDER-SORRY FOR THE INCONVINENCE.
"they'll be inconvinenced when I piss all over that sign" Grace yelled in frustration
"come on, lets try the men's" said Julie, "if its closed too, im going to lose it"
The next ten feet around the corner to the mens room felt like 10 miles to the girls, desperate for relief. Fortunately it was open. The small bathroom contained only a sink, a single urinal and one stall-a big OUT OF ORDER sign on the door.
"F*** sake, aren't there any working toliets!!!" screamed a desperate Grace
Julie meanwhile, didn't hesist. Strolling over to the urinal, she lifted her short jean skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She immediately began to release a massive jet of piss into the urinal, which grew stronger and stronger with each second. The sound echo'd through out the bathroom, as Julie moaned with relief. "God, I thought I might not make it, such a relief!!!"
"Just hurry up and finish" screamed Grace, now in agony at hearing her friend recieve such relief only feet away. She now had her hands rammed into her crotch, pressed against her pee hole to steam the tide till it was her turn.
Looking around the bathroom, she pondered other solutions to her problem. No garbage can to pee in, and the sink was too high for her to reach. Grace looked back at Julie, who'd been pissing like a fire hose for the past 30 seconds, and show'd no sign of slowing down. As she watched her friend, she felt an area of fabric near her crotch grow wet, as her bladder muscles began to fail her.
"Shit!!!" she yelled, "Julie finish up, you've had plenty of time and I'm starting piss myself" she said frantically. Julie said nothing, only stood with her head back in pure bliss as piss continued to flow out of her and into the urinal.
Knowing she was seconds for pissing herself, grace took drastic action. Pulling down her tights and panties, she ran towards the urinal. "move over!!" she yelled, as she hipchecked julie out of the way, and began to blast the urinal with her own massive torrent of piss.
Julie was taken aback by Grace throwing off her aim. Her stream of piss jeted across the wall, and created a small puddle where her stream came to rest. Turning her stream back towards the urinal, she smiled to herself and said "i guess we can share"
Both girls stood side by side and peed for what seemed like ages as their bladders empty. The addition of Grace's stream was almost to much for the urinal to keep up with, as it began to fill up with clear hot piss. Both girls looked at each other with worried expressions, knowing neither of them could pinch off, and worried they may overflow. Fortunately Julie's stream began to wane after almost 3 minutes, avoiding such a problem.
Grace's stream continued to blast the urinal for another minute, before it to slowed to a trickle and then stopped. Both girls stood next to each for a moment, basking in the relief of empty bladders. Finally they looked at each other, and began to laugh at their perdicament, and the state they found themselves in.
Wiping and washing both girls left the bathroom, a wet streak across the wall where julie had pissed, and the urinal, still slowly draining away the massive amount of piss they had unleashed.
As they climbed back in the care, Grace chimed up "let be a bit more proactive in planning our pee breaks from now on" to which Julie readily agreed.
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This was the first piece of omo fiction I ever wrote. It's part of an important sub-genre: the discovery story.
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Anna tried not to think about how much she needed the loo as she hurried for the last tube.
She'd been out drinking with some old friends after work that Friday night. She hadn't had a piss since she'd left the office, and she'd had four large cocktails that evening. Anna had felt her need growing throughout the evening, but just as she thought she should nip to the loo her friend Jade started telling a story about all the guys she'd pulled on her recent holiday. Anna really didn't need to hear this - she hadn't had a good shag in months - but one of her other friends bought her another drink. She sipped at it idly and played with her long brown hair while she let Jade's story wash over her, nodding every now and again but not really listening.
Eventually Jade had finished, but then Anna realised she'd have to hurry if she wanted to make the train. She'd downed the rest of her drink, waved a quick goodbye to her friends, and hurried towards the station.
Anna knew there was no toilet at the station, but she also knew she didn't have time anyway. She almost ran through the station and managed to board the train just before the doors closed. Luckily there was a seat free just by the door. She sat down and stared at the seat opposite her as she tried to distract herself from her bursting bladder. She lived right at the end of the tube line, 15 stops away. It would be difficult, but she thought she'd just about be able to hold on.
15 stops to go, Anna thought as she sat back into her seat. She'd only had four cocktails, no more than usual. She could do this.
14 stops to go. Anna realised one of the adverts on the opposite wall was for incontinence pads. She smiled despite herself, knowing that if the worst came to the worst one of those pads would not be enough. Not that it was going to. She'd be fine.
13 stops to go. Anna noticed a guy further down the carriage pull out a bottle of water and drink heavily from it. Anna gritted her teeth and clenched her legs together, but the guy was clearly oblivious to the effect he was having on her.
12 stops to go. Anna was starting to fidget now, crossing and uncrossing her legs in an effort to distract herself, not caring if she showed off her white knickers under her black skirt.
11 stops to go. A girl with long blonde hair got on the train and collapsed into the seat opposite Anna. She'd clearly had far too much to drink and stared vacantly into space. Anna noticed she was wearing a white top that was much too tight, and a pair of tight light blue jeans. Jeans with a large dark patch in the crotch. Anna's eyes widened as she realised the girl was so drunk she'd pissed herself. Anna felt her own need intensify and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from pissing her knickers.
10 stops to go. This was a popular nightspot and the train was boarded by many drunken revellers. The carriage suddenly became much more crowded. Two young women were among the crowd and were standing next to Anna. The first was tall, blonde and wearing a short denim skirt. The other was a short brunette in a pair of jeans. Both were clearly desperate for the toilet.
9 stops to go. Anna couldn't help overhearing the conversation of the two desperate women.
"I wish we'd had time to go to the loo before we left the club." said the blonde.
"You always say that. You weren't complaining when we were dancing." said the brunette.
"You're not much better off than me. You need a wee as well."
"I can manage. It's not like it would be the first time I've wet myself"
8 stops to go. The girl with the wet jeans and the passenger next to her got off the train, and the two desperate women took their seats. Anna could see the pink knickers of the blonde up her skirt as she crossed her legs and tried not to think about her own growing need to piss.
"You've wet yourself before?!" exclaimed the blonde as she jammed a hand between her legs.
"Truth be told, I quite like to wee myself." said the brunette.
"Really? How could you like that?"
"It just feels so good to let it all go and not have to hold it in anymore."
7 stops to go. Despite her need to piss Anna couldn't help be intrigued by the womens' conversation.
"I was lying on the beach a few months ago." continued the brunette. "I'd been lying there for a while, when all of a sudden I really needed a wee. It was so hot I couldn't be bothered to get up and find a toilet, so I just did it in my bikini. It felt so warm and naughty I just had to bring myself off right there. That wasn't the only time that happened that holiday.
"The next time I was in a lecture at uni. I'd needed a wee when the lecture started and it just got worse as it went on. Eventually I just couldn't hold it anymore and I weed myself. Luckily I was wearing a skirt so nobody noticed. Thinking about how naughty I'd been made me really horny, and when I got home I rubbed myself through my wet knickers and had a massive orgasm.
"After that I started doing it as often as I could get away with it."
6 stops to go. Anna could feel her desperation growing by the minute, and listening to the brunette talk so casually about it wasn't helping. She could also feel a small damp patch in her white knickers and she realised she was becoming aroused. The blonde wasn't doing much better. She had both hands jammed into the crotch and was swearing under her breath.
Suddenly the brunette stood up. "I can't hold it anymore. I'm just going to wee myself".
There was a hissing noise, and the brunette's jeans started to darken as she closed her eyes and let out a small sigh. The sight of the large wet patch spreading down her thighs was almost too much for Anna and a small squirt of piss escaped into her knickers. She bent forward and jammed both of her hand into her crotch under her skirt. She was NOT going to piss herself.
The blonde was not so lucky. Seeing her friend deliberately wetting her jeans was too much for her and Anna saw a large wet spot appear in the crotch of her pink knickers.
"Jenny, stop! You're making me wet my knickers."
"Just do it Bex. It feels soooo good." said Jenny, who had now stopped pissing (having completely soaked herself) and had shoved a hand down the inside of her jeans. She was making a low moaning noise as she stared intently at Bex's knickers.
5 stops to go. The last remaining passengers left the carriage.
Bex gave up at that point. A torrent of piss forced its way into her knickers, soaking her skirt and the seat under it. This only seemed to excite Jenny even more as her moaning became louder and the motions of her hand grew faster. Anna could feel her own arousal building as well. Her knickers became damper and her nipples hardened under her white blouse.
Suddenly Jenny let out a sharp scream and collapsed into her seat. Anna's eyes widened. Watching Bex piss herself had allowed Jenny to have a massive orgasm. Bex had stopped pissing herself now and was idly stroking herself through her wet knickers.
Jenny looked at her friend.
"Oh Bex, that was soooo sexy.", and she leaned in and kissed the blonde on the mouth. "Let's go back to my place and I'll return the favour."
4 stops to go. The two girls got off the train. Anna could have sworn that Jenny winked at her as they left. The episode had not helped her desperate state, and she was now so horny she was going to need a serious wanking session when she got home. She was crossing her legs, holding herself, biting her lip, anything to stop her from pissing herself.
3 stops to go. Anna tried to think about why she was so desperate. She'd only had four cocktails, no more than usual. And then it hit her. She hadn't had four cocktails. She'd had five. And she'd downed a good third of the extra one because she'd had to leave. She'd never had that many before. She was suddenly much less confident that she would make it home without pissing herself.
2 stops to go. Anna was rubbing herself through her damp knickers now, trying to stop herself from pissing by bringing herself close to orgasm. She ran over Jade's stories in her mind, both to arouse and distract herself. There was the guy she'd pulled on the beach while she was sunbathing topless. There was the guy she'd pulled in the club on her second night. There was the guy she pulled after she pissed on the floor of the club because she really had to go.
Anna sat bolt upright. The was not helping her current predicament. Another squirt of piss escaped into her knickers in sympathy. She clamped down hard on her bladder to prevent any more piss from escaping.
1 stop to go. Anna's bladder was screaming for release. She was rubbing her crotch for all she was worth trying to hold the rest of her piss in. She wasn't going to last much longer.
At last, the train pulled into the final station. Anna gingerly rose from her seat and made her way out of the carriage. She hobbled out of the station and began walking up the path towards to road. It wasn't far to her house. It would be slow going, but she could do it.
And then it started to rain.
The sudden downpour was too much for Anna and a long squirt of piss escaped into her knickers. She lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and jammed the other into her knickers in a last ditch attempt to hold in her piss. But it was no use. Her bladder gave up and she began pissing forcefully into her knickers.
Anna let out a moan as the hot piss poured through her knickers and down her legs. The warmth against her clit heightened her state of arousal and she began furiously rubbing herself through her now soaking wet knickers. She was already close to orgasm and it didn't take long before she came forcefully, moaning loudly as she did so, not caring if anyone was watching.
Anna wallowed in her orgasm for a few moments before she came round and remembered where she was. She hurried home, much more quickly now that she had relieved her bursting bladder. Despite the short walk the heavy rain meant that she was soaked to the skin by the time she arrived. She hurried upstairs to her bedroom, trying not to wake her housemate as she did so.
She entered her bedroom and quickly removed her now see-though blouse and her rain soaked skirt. Her bra was also wet, so she removed it, releasing her perky breasts and her still erect nipples. She was now clad in only her piss soaked knickers as she looked at herself in her full length mirror.
Anna surveyed the results of her accident. There was a large wet patch in the front of her knickers. Turning around and looking over her shoulder she saw an equally large damp area. She turned around again and looked at the soaked crotch of her knickers. Instinctively she pulled them tight against her pussy and began running her fingers up and down the resulting camel toe.
She thought back over the events of her journey, her arousal increasing as she did so. She moved her hand faster and faster as she pictured Jenny wanking as she pissed her jeans. As Anna envisioned Jenny cumming in her jeans she climaxed into her own wet knickers for the second time that night.
In the aftermath of her orgasm Anna needed to piss again. This time she pulled her knickers tight against her pussy, leaned back and thrust out her crotch, before pissing forcefully onto the floor. She giggled as her puddle grew on the carpet, her piss splattering loudly on the floor. She thrust her fingers into her pussy and came a third time into her now drenched knickers.
Utterly spent, Anna collapsed into her bed, too tired to change or even to remove her wet knickers. As she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep, she knew she would have to do this again. |
This may be an ongoing series. My stuff doesn't seem to get that much attention here, but some people enjoy it.
This first chapter involves a messing accident.
Li Xiuying gazed at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her flowing black hair. She was so vain, but when you're that hot you deserve to be. She looked fabulous, and today she looked even better in her tight black leather miniskirt and knee high boots. Being a little bisexual, she'd definitely ask herself out. And she could only imagine how irresistible her boyfriend would find her. She was getting laid today, that was for sure. It was going to be kinky, too. She shuddered in anticipation.
As she walked down to the mall to meet him, she revelled in the attention of the men who saw her. She felt the breeze blow through her toned thighs and lift up her hair a little. This was going to be a good day.
Then she felt a painful stomach cramp. She realised that, in her hurry to get out, she'd forgotten to poo, and she really needed to. Never mind, she could wait. It would be so unromantic to dash off for the toilets during her date.
Her boyfriend, Liu Wei, was waiting for her near the doors. He was handsome and muscular, with a kind face.
"Wow, babe, you look gorgeous," he said. "Can't say I put nearly as much effort into it..."
"You don't need to," said Li Xiuying. "You're handsome enough anyway."
"Aww, that's so sweet," he said, embracing her tightly. Li Xiuying felt a massive urge to fart, and if it weren't for him being there, she'd have given in. But she barely managed to hold it in. Besides, what if it wasn't just a fart? She couldn't risk it, especially not in that lovely skirt she was wearing.
They strolled along the mall holding hands, with Li Xiuying shifting her hips as sexily as she could. She looked into Liu Wei's eyes, and he was obviously taking some serious interest in her. It was just a shame about that growing pressure in her bowels. Hopefully she wouldn't have to dash off, but if she had to, she would. She couldn't risk having an accident in front of him.
She felt a big surge of pressure, and leaned over, holding her bottom. She managed to wait until it passed.
"Are you OK, babe?" said Liu Wei, a little concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just some stomach pain, that's all..."
The pain was getting worse and worse. She really had to poo, and it wouldn't be long before she had to excuse herself to avoid disaster. But she really didn't want to. She tried to think of how much fun she was going to have with her boyfriend to distract herself, but she just couldn't take her mind off it.
"So..." she looked at him. "Fancy going home together afterwards? You know, for some...fun?"
"Sure," he said, enthusiastic. Then he gave her a little smack on the bottom. Li Xiuying squeaked a little as a loud fart ripped through her spotless white knickers.
"Err...sounds like you need to use the toilet," he said, a little disgusted.
Li Xiuying blushed scarlet. "Yes, I'm so sorry, I just didn't say because I didn't want to spoil the mood...I have to go, now." With one hand resting on her tight bottom, she walked swiftly towards the nearest toilets. She'd find relief and then hopefully forget this ever happened.
The "CLOSED FOR CLEANING" sign made her shudder in despair. The pressure was getting worse and worse and worse. If she didn't find a toilet soon, she'd...she didn't want to think about it.
"Too bad, babe," said Liu Wei, coming up behind her. "I think there are some other toilets on the other side of the mall. You'll be OK."
"I really hope so," said Li Xiuying. She walked as quickly as she could in that direction. A fart squeaked out of her trembling bottom. Her knickers were somehow still clean, but they wouldn't be much longer.
After a painful walk, she saw the other toilets. They were in order, but there was a long line of ladies waiting for them. She gulped in anticipation of the agonising wait. She felt the poo trying to force out, and desperately held it back. She hadn't had to poo this badly since...she couldn't even remember. She crossed her legs and squirmed, trying to ease the pressure.
"Um, I'm really sorry, but can I go in front of you?" she asked the lady in front of her. "It's an emergency, I'm not sure I can wait."
"Can't you see I'm pregnant?" said the lady. "You'll just have to wait."
"But I can't," she said, tears coming to her eyes.
"Then you'll just have to go in your knickers," said the lady. "I'm not moving."
"Sorry, babe, but she was there first," said Liu Wei, there for emotional support. "And she is pregnant. You'll just have to be strong until it's your turn."
"OK..." said Li Xiuying. The queue moved forward a little. She really wasn't sure she could make it. The sight of the toilets was making it so much worse. Another fart squeaked out of her. She couldn't let out any more, she'd lose it...
"You know, if you really can't wait, it's OK to have an accident," said Liu Wei. "Don't damage yourself."
"Have an accident?" said Li Xiuying, still trying to be vaguely composed and sexy. "No, I can't, I can't, I...FUCK!"
She felt the poo almost force its way into her knickers, barely holding it back.
"Excuse me, young lady," said the lady in front of her. "Mind your language."
"I'm really sorry," said Li Xiuying, "it's just the pain, it hurts so much..."
A tear flowed down her cheek.
"It's OK," said Liu Wei. "I'll love you whatever happens."
Li Xiuying did feel a little comfort in knowing it didn't really matter if she couldn't wait. Maybe there was even some pleasure to be found in having an accident in front of her boyfriend. It was a very kinky situation, after all. But she was still going to try not to ruin her skirt. There wasn't too long to wait now. Just a few more minutes...she strained and strained and strained, and there wasn't much longer she could do it. Her muscles were getting tired, and she knew she'd give in soon. She was almost there. Almost there...
Then another urge hit her, and this one was so bad she couldn't believe she didn't lose it. She was stuck still, clutching her bottom, gasping for breath.
"If I move, I'll poo," she said, another tear flowing.
"Just try," said Liu Wei. "It doesn't matter if you don't make it."
She stepped forward, and finally felt herself give in. With a loud fart, poo slipped into her knickers, and more and more and more followed. The hot release of pressure felt so utterly humiliating, but also so relieving...and knowing her boyfriend was watching her humiliation, it was almost orgasmic. By the time the toilet door opened, she had absolutely filled her knickers with what felt like the biggest dump of her life. And it felt fine.
"I'll...just...clean myself up," she said, blushing, and waddled into the toilet. She lifted up her skirt, removed her boots, and then slipped off her loaded knickers. She wiped herself clean, then sat on the toilet. She felt...aroused. She even thought of jacking off, but decided it was better to stay horny until she was home with her boyfriend. Having discarded her knickers, she came out with nothing under her skirt and ready to get it on.
"Yeah, I'm OK," she said, walking off. "I just threw my knickers away. They were really nice knickers, so it's a shame, but whatever."
Liu Wei was thoroughly aroused by his girlfriend's lack of underwear, and, while he didn't want to admit it, her embarrassing little accident, too.
"Let's go home so we can have a shower," he said. "I mean, you can -"
"No, we," said Li Xiuying, smiling. "We're sharing."
As they walked home, Li Xiuying felt the breeze blow across her bare crotch. She looked at Liu Wei, and he had a visible bulge in his trousers. This was going to be fun.
Li Xiuying stripped off pretty much as soon as she was though the door of Liu Wei's apartment. She gyrated her naked body in front of him.
"I'm going for a shower," she said, as provocatively as she could. "Maybe you'd like to join me..."
She ran the water hot and got in. Sure enough, Liu Wei followed, naked and with the biggest erection Li Xiuying had seen outside porn. He wasn't taking much time, and he immediately embraced her, which turned to standing sex. He came a little disappointingly quickly for Li Xiuying, but it was still such an intimate moment. Then she felt his fingers working on her clitoris. She squealed as she felt the most intense climax of her life. And it didn't even stop there.
"Mind you don't disturb the neighbours," said Liu Wei, a little concerned with her squealing.
"I'll try to keep it down," she said, as he kept working her towards a second orgasm. "But I just can't...I just can't help it..."
She climaxed again, almost as intense as the first. She moaned and whimpered in helpless pleasure.
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" he said.
"Yeah..." she said, blushing. "I've got to say...having an accident kind of put me in the mood for it..."
"Weird," he said. Maybe this was a new path to explore... |
Li Xiuying's naughty adventures continue...
Aside from the skirt-pooing incident which preceded it, Li Xiuying couldn't have imagined a better way to lose her virginity - or to take her boyfriend's. But she had ambitions to reach even greater heights of pleasure. She had read that sharing an intense experience could enhance erotic feelings, and going on the rollercoasters at the new theme park would definitely qualify as intense. She was a bit more of a thrill-seeker than Liu Wei was, but he seemed happy to go along.
Like before, she made a special effort to look gorgeous. Her favourite black leather skirt, having been thoroughly dumped in, was not a viable option, but she did look near-indescribably sexy in her cute yellow dress. While she had shamefully enjoyed her last accident a little, she certainly didn't want to ruin another of her favourite clothes, and had refrained from anything that might upset her stomach the previous night. Liu Wei was impressed, though she knew she didn't have to dress up to impress him.
"You look so beautiful," he said, gently stroking her finely combed hair.
It was a very hot day indeed, and Li Xiuying fancied a large cold drink.
"Be careful, babe," said Liu Wei. "There's a really long queue for the main ride, and you wouldn't want to have to wee, would you?"
Li Xiuying didn't care. While her confidence had been a little shaken by her previous accident, she was pretty sure she could handle a large drink and a queue.
"I'm 18 years old, Liu Wei," she said. "I'm not a child. I can wait. I mean, except that one time, but I had stomach problems."
"Well, exactly," said Liu Wei, watching with concern as his girlfriend bought an extremely large soda and started gulping it. "You weren't so tough then, were you?"
"No," she said, blushing. "But it'll be OK this time..."
After an hour's wait in a very slow-moving queue, Li Xiuying began to wonder if it might not be OK this time. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress to try to take her mind off the growing pain in her bladder.
"You need to wee, don't you?" said Liu Wei. "I told you so."
"Yeah," she said, crossing her finely toned legs. "Not so bad now, but...things might get painful."
And they did. 20 minutes or so later, Li Xiuying was grimacing from the pain as she tapped her foot and tugged on her dress.
"I really have to go," she said. "This is going to be hard."
"Do you think you'll make it?" said Liu Wei.
"Well, I have to try," said Li Xiuying. "What else am I going to do, piss my dress in public in front of hundreds of people?"
"Well..." he said. "If you did wet your dress, I doubt anyone much would notice. I'd sooner that than you hurting yourself."
Li Xiuying shuddered a little. The idea of wetting her dress at her boyfriend's command was intensely hot. But significantly less so when surrounded by a load of strangers.
"I can't. Not in front of all these people," she said. "I'll wait."
Liu Wei looked up at the rollercoaster hurtling round the track. He loved his girlfriend dearly, but he really couldn't see her managing not to wet her dress through that.
"Look, I'll be frank," he said. "This is a little harsh, but you're not going to make it. You might as well have your little accident here instead of all over the seat, where they'll have to clean it up."
LI Xiuying felt indignant. "So you think I'm a little girl who can't hold her wee, then?" she said. "We'll see about that."
"No, I think you're a silly young lady who drunk a massive soda knowing that she couldn't use the toilet for a while," he said. "It's really not a big deal. Your knickers will dry very quickly on a day like this."
All this time, the pain was getting worse and worse. She winced and moved a hand over her bladder. She had to hold it. She had to show that she was strong enough. It would be so hot to have an accident in front of him, but she didn't want to look like a fool.
"Don't hurt yourself, babe," he said, squeezing her soft hand gently.
After about 2 hours of painful waiting, they were finally at the front of the queue. Li Xiuying's knickers were still dry, but it had been an almighty struggle, and she was shifting from foot to foot trying to reduce the pain. Maybe she should have just let go in her dress. She got into her seat, next to Liu Wei, and fastened herself in, still looking finely demure. Normally she'd be thrilled at such an experience, but deep down she knew she was going to wet herself on the ride, and she dreaded the humiliation of it as much as she knew she would secretly enjoy it.
"Try to keep your knickers dry, babe," said Liu Wei. She gulped as the ride started moving. Tensing her muscles as much as she could, she tried to hold back the pressure as it climbed up a steep incline. As it reached the crest, she shoved a hand into her crotch. But it was no use.
"Fuck, no..." she whimpered.
As it flew down the twisting track, she felt the adrenaline accompanied by a burst of warmth in her crotch. She was weeing in her dress, and there was nothing she could do about it. She pissed fiercely through her knickers for what felt like the best part of a minute, and as the ride turned upside down the hot urine poured up her dress, soaking her to the skin. When the ride finally came back to the start, she was in a real mess.
"Whoa, babe..." said Liu Wei, chuckling. "Yeah...that's what I thought would happen."
Li Xiuying was soaked, humiliated, and on the edge of tears. An obnoxious-looking bespectacled ride attendant walked over to her, pulled out his phone, and photographed her.
"Pfff, looks like your girlfriend's a real pussy," he said, smirking at the picture. "Most piss I've ever seen in my life."
"Hey, delete that," said Liu Wei. "She just had an accident, it's -"
"Too late, uploaded," he said. "The internet will have a good laugh."
Li Xiuying, so confident just a few hours earlier, burst into tears.
"It's alright, babe, it's alright," said Liu Wei, cuddling her as he led her away. He glowered at the attendant.
"If I weren't worried about my social credit score, I'd slug you for that," he said. "You can't get a pretty girlfriend, so you just mock someone else's. Cunt."
Li Xiuying's humiliation, made far worse by the mockery of netizens, was still slowly turning to warm comfort as Liu Wei cuddled her. Her wet dress stuck to her legs, and she stank of piss. She couldn't wait to get her clothes off...and what Liu Wei would surely do to her when that happened.
After a wet and depressing train ride home, she finally traipsed up to Liu Wei's apartment. Peeling her sodden dress and knickers off, she stepped into the shower and began to wash the tears and stale piss away.
"You really don't have to be ashamed of your accidents, babe," said Liu Wei, stepping in with her. "You're a little accident prone, that's all. It's not a serious flaw."
"I know, but...now everyone knows...that picture..." she said.
"You'll just have to get over it," he said. "Laugh it off."
"I guess," she said. Maybe she had to reconsider herself as not Li Xiuying the suave, tough young lady, but as Li Xiuying the young lady who couldn't make it to the toilet in time. It really wasn't that serious, after all. She'd just change her clothes.
She felt Liu Wei's hand working on her clitoris. Though she hadn't felt in the mood for sex when they got back, this was just irresistible. She felt an intense climax overwhelm her, followed by Liu Wei's penetration. He lasted a lot longer this time, around 30 seconds or so, before clutching her close as he came. Whatever happened, at least she had someone who really cared about her. |
I love it, personally, but I've been writing a few wee-centric stories lately in the hope of getting a broader audience.
Let's just say Li Xiuying's next little accident will involve an enormous dump in her skirt...
*****
Today was a special day. Li Xiuying was getting to ride in her boyfriend's new car for the first time. And he was driving her back to his parents' house, to show off his beautiful new girlfriend. She was going to put in an extra special effort to look sexy. Knee high boots, a tight fitting top - and a brand new black leather skirt her boyfriend had bought her.
"You're so kind," she said, twirling to show off her new outfit. "You know how much I loved my old leather skirt, before...you know."
"You could probably get it clean," said Liu Wei.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to meet your parents in a skirt I've dumped in," she said, tempting fate. "That would be a little vulgar."
Liu Wei stroked her hair. "Have you used the toilet? I wouldn't want you to have an accident on my new car seat."
"Yeah," she said. "Problem is I've been having some constipation lately, I haven't done a poo for days. So I had some prune juice with breakfast to help -"
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he said. "You've drunk laxative before a long car ride. How stupid are you?"
"Yeah, it was pretty dumb," she said. "But it's not like I can un-drink it, can I? I'll just have to endure it and stop somewhere if I can't hold it."
"If you shit your skirt on the seat, I'm not getting you another skirt," he said. "And you'll be cleaning up the mess."
"Fine," she said. "This time, I'll be stronger."
Liu Wei had some serious doubts.
Sure enough, after an hour or so on the road, Li Xiuying needed to poo.
Badly.
In fact, she needed to poo so badly it was the worst she'd had to go since that unfortunate incident in the mall.
"Um, can we stop somewhere please?" she said. "You know...I need to go." She put her hand on her stomach and shifted a little in the seat.
"The next rest stop is in 50km," he said. "Surely you can hold it that long."
"Um...yeah, I think so," she said, wincing at the thought of how long she had to wait.
"Well, it's either that or shit your skirt, so make your choice," he said.
Li Xiuying took deep breaths and tried to compose herself.
With 30km or so left, traffic ground to a halt. Li Xiuying moaned in despair.
"I have to poo..." she said, rubbing her legs together. "Please don't make me wait too long..."
"I'm afraid you'll just have to hold it," he said.
"But it's so hard..." she said. She knew that she was struggling to hold back a massive poo; she hadn't gone for days, after all. Her stomach gurgled.
"Can I...let some gas out?" she asked. "It might help me hold it."
"No, you'll probably just shit yourself," he said. "Hold your farts in until you absolutely can't."
Li Xiuying wasn't quite sure if he was genuinely trying to help or was torturing her. Regardless, she took his advice. The pain was just unbearable. She winced from the struggle of holding it in. Liu Wei was a little hard under his trousers, but really didn't want his girlfriend to make a mess in his car. He focused on the road ahead, and the painfully staccato flow of traffic.
"Look, 20km left to the rest area," he said, trying to encourage her. Li Xiuying could only think of the agony of having to wait so long. She hadn't slipped a fart yet, but it wouldn't be long until she did. This was just unendurable. She clenched her muscles tighter and crossed and uncrossed her legs. They must have been sitting in traffic for half an hour. Half an hour of ever increasing pressure on her bottom. Despite all her efforts, the pain was just too much. A loud fart rasped out through her knickers.
"Uh," said Liu Wei, grimacing at the smell. "Are you losing it?"
"No, it's just a fart..." Li Xiuying whimpered. The pressure was a little less now, but still so painful...and she might not be so lucky next time.
"Try to hold it in," he said. "Be strong."
Li Xiuying mustered what strength she had left to strain against the poo trying to force into her knickers. She knew it wasn't long until her white knickers were soiled. If she could get out of the car before the humiliating accident, it would be a victory.
"I'm trying to hold it..." she said. "I'm really trying..."
Liu Wei saw just how much pain his girlfriend was in. "Look, if you really, really can't hold it, it's OK if you poo," he said. "But if there's even a chance you can make it, please try. I really don't want to have a mess in my car."
"Thanks..." she said. "I'm really, really trying, but it's just too painful..."
Another fart ripped through her knickers. She felt a little relief, but it was only temporary.
"Hey, looks like the traffic's clearing up a little," said Liu Wei. "You shouldn't have to hold it much longer."
They'd been stuck in traffic for an hour, and Li Xiuying was already almost at her absolute limit of endurance. She could feel the poo almost forcing out through her anus. She strained somehow even harder, and barely managed to retain it.
15 kilometres to go. 10 kilometres to go. The pain was getting worse and worse and worse, but she knew she didn't have to hold it much longer. She squirmed in her seat. 5 kilometres to go...so close...4...3...2...1...
"There's the rest area," said Liu Wei. "Almost there."
"Finally..." Li Xiuying sighed, and slipped an enormous fart as she relaxed a little too much. She squeaked as she barely regained control.
"Did you just lose it?" asked Liu Wei, expecting the worst.
Li Xiuying lifted her skirt up and inspected her still white knickers. "No," she said. "No, I'm still holding it..."
"You're a pretty tough girl," he said. "Not too long now."
The car turned into the rest area.
"Fuck, I can't see anywhere to park," he said. "I'll stay in the car while you go, and try to find a space."
"Thanks..." said Li Xiuying, absolutely at her limit. She could hold it for mere seconds longer, and sweat was running down her face. She pushed the door open, then stepped out and made a desperate dash for the toilets. As soon as she took her first step, she felt the poo finally force its way out of her anus and start filling her knickers. And it just kept coming. With a loud, messy fart, more and more poo filled her knickers, squelching out of them and dropping down her legs. By the time she actually reached the toilet queue, she'd finished pooing, and had left a trail of poo down her legs and on the floor.
It wasn't the best day of her life.
A small boy was laughing at pointing at her. "Look, that lady just pooed her skirt!"
His parents told him to stop staring and move on. Other people looked at her with pity.
Li Xiuying looked down at herself. Her legs were filthy, and the back of her skirt was bulging a little from the mess. It would be extremely difficult to clean herself up, and she didn't want to leave her boyfriend looking too long for a parking space. She felt so pathetic to have ruined her new skirt. She got out her phone and sent a text to her boyfriend.
"I didn't make it. Pooed my skirt dashing for the toilets. Have you found a parking space yet?"
She didn't get a reply for a few minutes. By that time she had got into the toilet cubicle and wiped herself clean as best she could. Her skirt was damp and stained, but it was black, so it didn't show. Thank goodness she hadn't been wearing her white skirt today, which she would have been if her boyfriend hadn't got her a new black one...She'd throw her knickers away and go on naked under her skirt, as she did before. After she finished washing her hands, she saw the reply.
"Sorry to hear that, babe. You waited as long as you could. I found a space by the petrol station."
As she emerged from the ladies' room, she saw her boyfriend emerge from the gents'. A cleaner was mopping up the poo which had escaped her loaded knickers and fallen on the floor.
"Are you OK now, babe?" he asked, embracing her. "I really appreciate how you were able to hold it until you got out of the car. You're stronger than I thought."
"Thanks," she said. "And I note that you only said you wouldn't be getting me another skirt if I shat myself on the seat..."
"Sure," said Liu Wei. "But you'll only be getting a new one on the condition you wear a diaper under it."
"That's a joke, right?" said Li Xiuying. She wasn't quite ready to debase her dignity to that extent.
Liu Wei smiled. "We'll see." |
Soaked at Soccer
Cohen hated soccer practice. It was always raining and the field became muddy quicksand that his cleats would sink into. He wished Mom had signed him up for something indoors, like art class, or swimming, or even basketball. He watched the droplets of rain race down the back seat windows.
“Why do I have to come to Cohen’s stupid soccer game?” whined his older sister, Ryder.
“I’m driving you up to Lidia’s for that sleepover right after,” their mother calmly replied, “And besides, you’re not to be left on your own yet.”
Ryder sighed deeply. “Mom I’m old enough!”
Their mother didn’t even stop herself from singing the tired old Britney Spears tune, “I’m not a girl, not yet a woman…”
Ryder groaned and looked at her iPod for a few minutes, pretending it was a full-fledged iPhone with data.
As they neared the parking lot at Cliff Greenfield Park, Mom went through her usual spiel. “If either of you two need to use the bathrooms, go now or hold it until after the game. I’m looking at you, Cohen.”
“Whatever,” Ryder sighed, trudging off to the toilets.
Cohen shrugged. “I don’t have to go,” he replied, taking a swig from his nearly full water bottle.
“Do you want to try? It’s going to be a long while before another potty break,” his mother warned.
Cohen shook his head and headed out to the field. He would be fine. Maybe he could’ve peed a little, but it wasn’t worth it. He took a big sip and joined his team for their warm up.
A few minutes in to practicing passing, Cohen could feel his bladder swelling from all the water he’d just drank. It wasn’t too bad though. He thought about telling the coach, but the game would start in a few minutes and he couldn’t miss any of the action. Cohen tried to ignore his urge and chose to keep focusing on the ball and passing.
When the game finally started, Cohen really needed to pee. His bladder was desperately begging for release as the boy hopped around and held himself. If he kept moving, the feeling wouldn’t get any worse, or so he told himself. Cohen pressed on his crotch and squeezed his legs together. It wouldn’t be too much longer. He ran after the ball, holding himself and hoping nobody would notice how bad he had to go. Thankfully, one of the other boys got it and Cohen slowed down. He crossed one leg over the other and hopped around, trying to make the feeling go away.
“What are you doing?” asked Kai, one of the other boys on his team.
“I gotta go pee!” Cohen grumbled.
“I gotta go pee too,” Kai replied, “But I can hold it. I just have to go a little bit.”
Cohen could see that Kai was lying. He was in worse shape than Cohen, barely holding on as he did the pee-pee dance in the middle of the field.
“Cohen! Kai! What are you two doing?! The game is over there!” the coach boomed, pointing at the rest of their team, who were at the other end of the field.
“We have to go to the bathroom,” Cohen shyly admitted, squeezing his legs together.
“There are only two minutes left, boys. I need you to hold it until the game is over,” the coach said. “Come on now, get in the game.”
Cohen winced, "I really need to go..."
"You can hold it," the coach confidently dismissed him.
Cohen and Kai carefully ran down the field, hands tightly in their crotches, attempting to seal off any leaks. “I have to go pee,” Cohen moaned, crossing his legs and jumping up and down.
Kai wasn’t listening; he was wrestling with trying to keep from soaking his uniform. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Kai whimpered, “It’s coming out!” A rush of urine permeated his athletic shorts and drenched his legs. He worriedly tried to cover up his accident, but there was no use. Kai's eyes were wide with fear and embarrassment; his bony legs trembled in his soaking shorts. He could see his mother coming to fetch him from the other end of the field.
Cohen felt frozen in the moment, tightly holding himself. He saw the anger on Kai's mother's face as she yanked her son off the field. She started yelling at him in Mandarin and gave him a smack on the back of the head. In accented English she angrily exclaimed, "I told you to go pee-pee before the game!"
Kai was silent as he and his furious mother trudged over to the public bathrooms.
Cohen held himself tightly; he could wait out the last few minutes of the game. His bladder was begging for release, but he could coax his body to wait just minutes until he could make a dash for the bathrooms. His knees knocked together and he wiggled about on the field, trying to think about anything except his predicament until he heard the coach blow his whistle.
He grabbed onto his privates and made a run for the line his teammates were forming to give high-fives to the other team. “Good game,” the boys repeated over and over until it held no meaning. Cohen’s bladder felt ready to give up the good fight by the time he high-fived the last boy in line. “I gotta go pee!” he shouted and ran as fast as he could to the public bathrooms across the field. His heart was racing and his pee was sloshing around inside uncomfortably as he descended on the bathroom. Cohen tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried it again but it was locked. Panic set in and he began to dance on the spot. The sign on the door said the bathrooms were closed at 3:00 every day. How was it already 3?! “But I have to go pee!” Cohen wailed to no one in particular.
“Cohen, honey we have to get going before your sister’s late for her party,” his mother said. She had snuck up behind him with a very bored Ryder in tow.
“But I have to go to the bathroom,” Cohen whined.
“You’ll have to hold it for a bit. The bathrooms are closed, honey. I told you to go pee before the game.”
Cohen was ready to cry. There was no way he could hold it all the way home. “But mom-”
“You’ll just have to hold it for a little longer. You can do it, you’re a big boy.”
Cohen hurriedly made his way to the family van, trying desperately to hold on. Home wasn’t very far away. He could make it. Just a few more minutes.
“You better not pee your pants or mom’s gonna be mad,” Ryder whispered to her brother before taking the front seat.
Cohen said nothing and buckled himself in the back, wiggling his legs desperately. “Mom can we please stop at a gas station?” he begged.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Cohen. You can hold it for five minutes,” his mother sighed.
Cohen responded with a whimper and repositioned himself in his seat, trying to sit on his heel to keep his bladder from spasming. The thick leather of his cleats hurt but maybe it would stop the inevitable flood. He sat like that for a minute or two before feeling the pee slowly move into the urethra. He quickly changed positions, locking his knees tightly together and holding onto his penis. Cohen closed his eyes and felt the car come to a halt. A trickle of urine made its way into his underpants, but he held tighter and sealed the leak.
Ryder grabbed her backpack and got out of the car, saying goodbye to her squirming brother.
For a moment, Cohen thought of asking to use Lidia’s family’s bathroom, but he was too shy to talk to his sister’s friend. He kept holding.
“Cohen, do you want to come sit up front?” his mother asked.
The boy shook his head. He couldn’t even muster a verbal response; he was about to burst.
“It’s okay, honey. Just a few more minutes until we’re home. You can hold it.”
Cohen started to count backwards from 1000, taking deep breaths. His bladder was burning with discomfort and he could feel himself losing control. He felt a spasm that completely drenched his underwear, but there was still an ocean of pee to hold back. “Mom…” Cohen worriedly began. He felt his whole lower half freeze in space and time. All of a sudden he couldn’t feel the pressure of having to go anymore. He gasped, realizing his body had taken control. He was peeing his pants and there was nothing he could do to stop the stream. His shorts were soaked through, as was the fabric covered back seat of the car. Cohen was mortified.
“Mom!” he cried, tears rushing down his cheeks, “I didn’t make it!”
I have a few other ideas for sports-themed omorashi short stories. I will update if I have time. Open to suggestions and criticism, though I'm not very active on this forum at the moment. Thank you for reading. -Morgan |
HOLDING IT AT HOCKEY
“Come on, Senna!” her twin sister Cassia moaned, “We have to get out on the ice!”
Senna struggled with her hockey gear - it was rough having to wear all that padding, “Can you help me out, Cass? I can’t seem to get this clip done up…”
Cassia rolled her eyes. Her sister was only two minutes younger, but always seemed to struggle with the simplest things. “How have you not figured this out yet?” Cassia grumbled, buckling her sister’s hockey pants. Though Cassia would never admit it, Senna’s pants were definitely tougher to buckle; they had been purchased used and the clips on the front were definitely well-loved. The twins were still growing and even though the used gear smelled a bit funky at times, it saved the family a bundle of money.
“There! Did it! See? It wasn’t that hard, Sen,” Cassia scoffed, “Come on, let’s get out there!”
Senna sighed. Now that she’d finally gotten her gear on, she realized she needed to pee. She shouldn’t have taken her mom’s offer for a hot chocolate right before practice. Senna knew better; she knew her bladder wasn’t as strong as most girls her age. Usually she was more conscious of how much liquid she drank before a game, having far too many close calls. She’d thankfully never had an accident at hockey practice, but she still felt crippling anxiety about the last time she wet herself in public.
It was her first day of high school and Senna hadn’t been to the toilet since she left her house. She desperately needed to go, but she was too shy to ask the teacher. It was the last class of the day and her English teacher was a somewhat intimidating and unfamiliar gentleman. Cassia, who was sitting next to her, harshly whispered, “just ask go to - they’re not going to say no!’” But Senna refused and sat there in silence, struggling to hold back the vengeful tides. Her sister gave up, rolling her eyes.
Senna sat there, hand falling into her lap, gently holding herself as she jiggled her legs. The pressure was building and the feeling, although uncomfortable, was pleasing. She winced, feeling herself lose control temporarily. Her panties were damp and the wetness had seeped through to the seam of her jeans. Her sister was right. She needed to ask permission to go. There was no way she could hold it any longer. Her free hand that wasn’t firmly lodged in her crotch shot up. She squirmed desperately in anticipation.
“Yes,” Mr. Jensen glanced his attendance cheat sheet, “Senna?”
“Um, Mr. Jensen, uh, can I p-p-please go to the bathroom?” Senna meekly begged.
The intimidating English teacher looked at the clock and then back at his student. “There’s only ten minutes left in class - I’m sure you can hold it until then.”
“Please?” Senna whimpered, “I really have to go…”
Mr. Jensen noticed Senna’s hand between her legs, her quivering body, the tears forming in her eyes. Anyone could see that the girl was on the verge of pissing her pants, like someone ten years her junior. He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. “Fine. If it’s a real emergency, you’re free to go.”
Senna quickly got up and raced to the door, her bladder was so full, she could feel it begin to release as she ran to the toilets. “No no no!” she thought. She could feel a stream of hot urine escape. She tried to plug it with her hand, but there was no use. Streams of pee patterned her jeans, wetness flooding her panties all the way down to her socks. She kept running to the bathroom, leaving a trail of puddles towards the girls’ room. She ran into the first open stall and sat down, letting out what was left of her pee. She didn’t bother to take down her jeans - they were completely soaked. All Senna could do was sit there and cry. How could she have let this happen?
There was a knock on the stall door, “Senna?” Cassia called, “Are you okay?” She knocked again, “Please let me in.”
Senna reluctantly unlocked the door and let her sister see her horrible predicament. “I didn’t make it,” she sobbed, though Cassia already knew what had happened.
“Well, you can’t just sit here in pissy pants until you die. I brought you my gym shorts to wear home,” Cassia stated. “I texted Mom and told her what happened. She’s coming to get us early so maybe no one will see.”
A few minutes into warm ups, Senna was having trouble ignoring her bladder. It felt kind of nice, but it wouldn’t last forever. She sighed to herself, realizing she would have to remove her hockey pants again. There were still a few minutes of warm ups before the game and she made a swift exit from the ice. Senna stumbled to the change room and kicked off her skates before making a run for the bathrooms. She only had a few minutes before the game; it was pee now or forever hold it.
Senna shut the door to the grimy public bathroom stall and tried to shimmy out of her hockey pants. They were a little too tight. She struggled with the buckle on the front, but it wasn’t coming loose. Senna bit her lip and fought with the troublesome buckle again. Her heart was beating faster and she tried again to unbuckle her gear. “No!” she whispered to herself. Her anxiety wasn’t making her bladder play nice. The pleasurable feeling from holding it was going away, leaving behind a feeling of intense panic.
There was a blast over the loudspeaker signifying that the game was about to start. Senna tried one more time to escape out of her gear, but there was no use. She whimpered and tried to pull off the pants one last time. It was no use - she was stuck. The loudspeaker sounded again, shocking poor Senna into letting loose a quick spurt of pee. She quickly regained control and tightly squeezed her thighs together. Senna tried the belt again, trying to unbuckle it or break it off. She didn’t care about preserving the pants anymore - she would’ve gladly cut them open to free her poor, distressed bladder. She looked around frantically for something to free her from her prison, but nothing could help her in this grimy bathroom. Tears were forming as she felt another leak into her underwear. She tried to reach her hand down the front of her pants to hold on and cover her pee hole, but there wasn’t enough room. Senna was ready to forfeit; her bladder would burst any minute.
“Senna!” Cassia shouted, “Senna where are you?! The game started and-” Cassia walked into the bathroom and saw her sister struggling.
“Cassie, I have to go pee so badly!” Senna cried, “But I can’t get these things off!”
“I can do it,” Cassia grumbled, sure of herself. She first tried to loosen the straps, but they wouldn’t give.
“Please hurry!” Senna begged.
“Hold on,” her twin sister replied, fiddling with the clasp on the front. “For some reason they won’t budge.”
“Cassia! I’m gonna pee my pants!” Senna moaned, struggling to keep even remotely still.
“Just hold it! Jeez!” Cassia tried again to unbuckle the front of her sister’s pants to no avail, “Did you try and just pull them off?”
Senna was crying at this point, the pain she felt from holding back all that pee was too much. “I already tried,” she blubbered, “I can’t get them off and I have to go pee so badly it hurts…” Senna’s voice trailed off as she felt the pain in her bladder instantly release. Her body had given up and her hockey pants were flooded.
Cassia took a few steps back from her sister, amazed at how much pee she’d held in. It was definitely more than a venti hot chocolate. |
A Splash at Swimming Lessons
Janna pulled on her green one piece bathing suit. “Tegan, can you tie this for me?” she asked her best friend.
Tegan obliged, tying the two strings that held the top half of Janna’s bathing suit together. The two girls had been best friends since they first met a week ago at swimming lessons. They had bonded over making fun of the weird boy in their class named Terrence who wore a bright green speedo that looked like underpants. Tegan was a bit more cunning than Janna and happily spoke her mind on other people’s appearances and self conscious behaviors. Janna would cringe a bit sometimes when Tegan went for the deep cuts. Even though Terrence was a total weirdo, she still felt anxious when Tegan had reminded him of the time he peed his pants during a book report he was presenting. Janna didn’t go to the same school, but she had witnessed similar embarrassing moments that she would prefer to forget. People like Tegan were better to have on your good side.
“I hope Terrence isn’t here today,” Tegan sighed, “He makes the whole pool smell like pee.”
“Eww,” Janna giggled, feeding her friend’s maliciousness. “Did I tell you I saw him try and pee in the hot tub last time?! He’s so gross, seriously.”
Tegan snickered, “Yeah it’s like he doesn’t even know about the chemical they started putting in the water.”
Janna raised an eyebrow at her confident friend. “What chemical?”
“It makes the pool water change colour when you pee in it - everyone can see where the pee is and who did it. It’s so nobody uses the pool for a toilet. Cause, y’know, that’s super gross.”
Janna tried to hide her blossoming shame. She secretly loved peeing in the water. It was way easier than having to run all the way back to the bathroom and removing her suit. Just thinking about having that privilege taken away made her suddenly need to go.
“But it’s not like we ever pee in the pool, so it doesn’t matter.” Tegan smiled, “You don’t need to go, do you?”
Janna shook her head, feeling like admitting she needed to go would make Tegan wise to her crimes.
The two girls entered the pool area to see their mortal enemy, Terrence, standing at the edge of the pool. He looked as though he were contemplating getting in or doing something devious instead.
“What are you even doing,” Tegan scoughed. “You’d better not be thinking about peeing in there.”
Terrence looked confused and a bit guilty. “Why not?” he squeaked.
“Didn’t you hear? They put a new chemical in the water so it changes colour when you pee in it. That way everyone can see what you did.”
“No way,” Terrence called her bluff.
Tegan rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t anyone watch the news? Seriously, ask your parents when you get home. Or, I mean, I guess you can just pee in the pool and everyone will make fun of you.”
Terrence obviously wasn’t ready to put Tegan’s theory to the test and he walked over to where their swim coach met them.
“Oh my God, he’s so annoying and gross,” Tegan grumbled.
Janna hummed in agreement, not completely listening to her best friend’s rant. All this talk of peeing was making it hard for her to ignore her body. She shyly crossed her leg to help with the hold. Tegan was so involved in torturing Terrence that maybe she wouldn’t notice Janna’s growing desperation. She thought about going for a quick pee before class began, but she could probably hold it for a while longer. Janna could see the lifeguard who taught their class heading down to meet them, so she wouldn’t have time anyway.
“Janna, are you looking at Kieran?” Tegan interrupted. She could tell her best friend was miles away, staring at the lifeguard.
“Um, no,” Janna denied. She had noticed that Kieran was attractive, but he would have no interest in dating someone her age. The swim trunks he wore were sometimes pulled down underwater, making his pubic hair visible, along with the slight outline of his private. Janna would never tell, but looking at Kieran made her feel dizzy with affection.
“You know he’s my cousin, right?” Tegan boasted, “He’s a total moron, which is why all he does is teach swim lessons and lifeguarding.”
“He’s nice though. And he has a job,” Janna protested. Thinking about Kieran was bringing on that feeling again and Janna was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as though she wouldn’t be able to speak to him for the entire lesson.
“Gross, you totally want to do my cousin.” Tegan pretended to throw up in the pool.
With a seductive smile, Kieran motioned for the girls to head over and meet with the group. With each step, Janna felt her bladder yearn for release. But it was not time yet. She would ask for a break in a few minutes… if she could muster up the courage. She didn’t want Kieran to think she was a baby who couldn’t hold it and she didn’t want Tegan to think less of her. The only other option was to pee in the pool, but if Tegan’s story was true, everyone would know that she peed in the pool. Carefully, Janna adjusted her bathing suit and squeezed her thighs together as she joined the rest of their group.
Tegan looked over at her friend and whispered, “Are you touching yourself?”
“Eww,” Janna whispered back, giggling a bit. She tried to suppress her laughter, as it made her bladder beg for instant mercy.
“Stop touching your vagina, then. That’s so nasty. I know you wanna do Kieran but seriously-”
“Janna and Tegan, I need you to listen up,” Kieran’s booming voice interrupted the girls.
Janna felt herself leak just slightly from the shock of the lifeguard’s abrupt presence. She sneakily looked around her, making sure the water hadn’t changed colour at all. “Whew,” Janna thought to herself, “No change at all. Maybe I didn’t let out enough though?” After leaking a bit, Janna felt relieved for a few moments before the desperation returned, ten fold. She winced and tried to keep still, but fidgeting was the only option for keeping from embarrassing herself.
“Today we’re going to practice diving off the high board,” Kieran instructed, “Who would like to go first?”
This was her chance - they would have to get out of the pool and she could finally use the toilet without anyone being fully aware. Janna resisted the urge to hold herself, slowly cinching her thighs closer together.
Terrence raised his hand. Janna felt a sigh of relief that she wouldn’t be the first one picked. She was so close to relief, she could almost feel it. She bit her lip in anxious anticipation, fidgeting slightly to ease her desperation.
“Yes! Terrence! Awesome confidence, man,” Kieran gleefully responded.
Terrence shook his head and bashfully said, “I don’t wanna go first, I just need to go to the bathroom.”
Janna’s heart sank as she looked over at Terrence, who was perhaps in worse shape than her. It was immediately obvious that he was a pool peeing criminal as well. His legs were crossed and his other hand was firmly between his legs, holding onto his privates.
Tegan snickered, “Oh my god, look at that loser. He’s about to pee his pants like a baby.”
Janna weakly laughed as well, tightening her hold.
“Sure you can go,” Kieran replied, “after you do a dive for me.”
Terrence was sweating now. “No please, I really need to go!”
“I’m sure you can hold it a few more minutes,” Kieran said.
This was Janna’s worst nightmare. She was barely holding on now and if Kieran wasn’t letting them use the bathroom until they went for a dive, she would surely pee herself before then. She thought of putting up her hand to go second, but she couldn’t muster the courage. Janna looked over at Terrence, who was growing increasingly desperate. His hand had found its way past the waistband of his speedo. There was no way to argue his point - even though everyone could see how badly Terrence needed to pee, Kieran wouldn’t let him go. Watching someone so desperate made Janna’s bladder ache even more. With all eyes on poor Terrence, she held herself for a few minutes, pulling back the fabric of her bathing suit to plug her weakening pee hole.
Terrence sluggishly made his way out of the pool and towards the ladder, giving Kieran sad puppy dog eyes. He tightly held himself and begged one last time, “Please let me go to the bathroom! I’m not gonna make it!”
Kieran rolled his eyes, “Just climb the ladder.”
The entire class went silent as they watched the wincing, desperate boy struggle to climb up the ladder to the high diving board. Janna was certain that her pool peeing accomplice wouldn’t make it much farther if he was half as desperate as she was. Watching Terrence was making her predicament worse. She pushed on her pee hole and tried to remain in control.
Meanwhile, Tegan was laughing her head off, “I can’t believe that idiot didn’t just use the toilet earlier. What a stupid baby.”
Janna couldn’t bring herself to reply. She looked over at the bathrooms and considered making her way over there. Nobody would see - they were all so focused on the main event. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if Tegan ratted her out? What if Kieran hated her? She stood as still as she could and looked back at Terrence. He had made it to the diving board.
“Excellent!” Kieran cheered at the shaking boy, “Now arms up like a shark, just like we did the other day!”
Terrence shook his head. “I can’t move,” he blubbered, “I need to go pee!”
“Come on Terrence, you can do it!” Kieran shouted.
The class watched as Terrence danced in place, slowly removing his hands from his crotch and drawing his arms to a point over his head. He stood up straight and stopped moving instantly.
“Come on Terrence! Go for it!” Kieran shouted.
Terrence continued to stand there, completely in silence.
“He peed his pants,” Tegan shouted. The whole class gasped before erupting in laughter.
Janna looked up at her mortal enemy-turned comrade. She couldn’t laugh. She only felt deep shame and empathy as she watched Terrence begin to cry.
Tegan looked to her friend again, “Why aren’t you laughing? This is amazing!”
Janna shook her head, “It’s not funny,” she said firmly.
Tegan raised an eyebrow and then noticed Janna’s stance with her hand pressed into her crotch. Tegan smirked, “Really Janna? You need to pee that bad? You should just go while nobody’s looking.”
Janna shook her head and bit her lip. “It’s too late,” she whispered as the water surrounding them started to turn a deeper blue. |
Losing Control at Laser Tag
Ryan watched out the window as a suburban landscape turned to industrial. Giant, ugly warehouses coated the lands that he remembered being farmland when he was really little. He wondered what happened to the rabbits and donkeys and goats he’d pet just a few years ago. He looked over at Jonathan, who was pestering his younger brother Joshua in the middle seats of the van. Joshua was a lot younger and none of Jonathan’s friends were too stoked that he was joining the birthday party.
“Mom! Jonathan’s touching me!” Joshua shouted.
“Can you two quit it?” their mother scolded, “We’ll be at LaZer Fort in a few minutes and then you two can duke it out at laser tag.”
Jonathan smacked away his little brother’s hand that was about to brush against his leg. “Don’t,” he said firmly, “You’re ruining my birthday.”
“Mom! Jonathan hit me!” Joshua whined.
“Boys, I’m about ready to turn this car around. I don’t want to hear another peep from either of you,” their mother warned.
Ryan really hoped that Mrs. Nelson wouldn’t turn the car around. He was really looking forward to laser tag, even if it meant teaming up with Joshua . He looked at the other two boys sitting in the back seat of the car. They must’ve been friends Jonathan had made at his old school. Ryan felt too shy to talk to them, and they were giggling with each other and doing impressions of a fat teacher they both had. He wished he could’ve sat with Eric, but Eric called shotgun, claiming he got really bad carsickness. It sounded like a lie to get what he wanted, but maybe there was a bit of truth to the whole scenario. Eric had been completely silent for the entire trip, not looking back once to speak with the birthday boy or his friends. The ride out to LaZer Fort had been pretty flat; Ryan would’ve been surprised if anyone could get nauseous on such a straight stretch of road. He’d only ever been sick once and it was driving switchbacks through the mountains with his dad. It wasn’t Ryan’s favourite memory.
“Mom, are we almost there?” Joshua interrupted.
“Just a few more minutes,” his mother replied.
“Mom, I have to go to the bathroom,” Joshua whined.
“I need you to hold it for a few more minutes, Joshua.”
“Can we stop really quick? I just have to go pee.”
“Honey, it’s like two minutes away. Can you please just hold on until we get to the bathroom?”
Ryan could tell even from sitting behind him that Joshua was getting desperate. He continued to potty dance in his seat.
“Joshua, can you sit still? It’s so annoying!” Jonathan complained.
Joshua shook his head and kept bouncing, “I really have to go to the bathroom… I can’t hold it for much longer!”
“Gross!” Jonathan replied with a smirk. “Hey, Joshua, have you ever heard a waterfall? It goes like pssss...” Jonathan made a hissing sound.
“That’s not funny!” Joshua wailed, “I really need to go pee!”
“What about pipes? Like leaky pipes? Or the ocean? Or the rain-”
“I need you boys to stop. We’re nearly at the laser tag place. Joshua, I need you to hold on. Jonathan, I need you to stop harassing your little brother.”
Jonathan huffed and said nothing for the rest of the ride. Joshua kept bouncing.
When they finally arrived, Joshua made a beeline for the bathrooms and the rest of the party waited to check in.
The clerk at the front of LaZer Fort was only a few years older than Ryan. He wondered if the teenager had to work to pay for college or if he just liked laser tag so much that he chose a career in it. He spoke with a slight lisp through his shiny braces, “Party of six for…”
“Nelson. Or Jonathan? I don’t know what my husband put it under,” Mrs. Nelson shrugged, “It was for 3:00 pm.”
The teenager fiddled with the computer for a sec, “Oh yeah okay. Pizza party package, right? For Jonathan. Cool yeah. Pizza’s on its way. Um, the party room’s over there.” The teenager pointed at a small room with some shoddily decorated tables and an alien head on the wall.
Before Mrs. Nelson even handed over her credit card to pay, the pizzas and five different flavours of soda had arrived. “I thought we ordered the pizza for after the laser tag session?”
The teenager shrugged. “The room’s all yours. Just, uh, let me know when you’re ready to, um, do some laser tag I guess.”
“Awesome! Pizza!” Jonathan exclaimed, rushing into the room. The boys began gorging on lunch-dinner like animals.
Joshua shyly slunk into the room to join his brother and the other boys. He slowly ate a piece of plain cheese pizza and sat there, moping.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Mrs. Nelson asked.
“I... I had an accident,” Joshua whispered in her ear. There was a small wet spot in the crotch, barely noticeable.
His mother took the boy’s hand and led him out of the room. “It’s okay, Joshua. When you’re in there, playing in the dark, nobody will see. By the time the round is up, you’ll be dry.”
“My underpants are really wet,” Joshua admitted, “I almost got my pants down and then…” He looked like he was about to cry.
“Don’t worry, honey. You can just take them off and I’ll hide them back in the car.” She gave her young son a hug and brought him back into the bathroom to help him change out of his soaked underwear. There was a small puddle of pee on the floor, presumably from Joshua’s accident. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry I didn’t stop. I didn’t think you had to go so badly.”
Joshua said nothing as he removed his sopping briefs. Nobody ever listened to him. He wanted to cry, but he held himself together. Jonathan would know immediately that he’d had an accident. Joshua would have to play this one cool.
When he returned to the table, the other boys were making gross swamp water drinks from the five gallons of soda that came with the party package.
“Gross! Pepsi with Mountain Dew with Orange tastes like puke!” Eric exclaimed.
“Grape with Orange with Cream Soda tastes like fruit salad,” Aaron and Luke clinked their plastic cups together in celebration of finding the “perfect mix.”
Ryan didn’t much like swamp water, but he did love Pepsi. He drank more glasses than he cared to admit. His parents refused to buy soft drinks because of their unhealthy nature and his father’s diabetic condition.
“Ryan, try this fruit one!” Eric forcefully pushed his cup towards his friend, “It’s really seriously so good!”
Aaron and Luke nodded in agreement.
Ryan reached out for the cup and slowly took a sip. They were right, it was like a nectar of the soda gods. Ryan couldn’t stop himself. He drank the entire cup and let out a loud belch that sounded like it could’ve echoed for miles. “Another!” he bellowed, slamming the plastic cup down on the particle board table.
The boys erupted in laughter and poured their friend another perfect mixture.
To be continued... |
Chapter One: Pee Gut
It was a hot July night and in Long Beach, California, it was even hotter. Demi Lovato was performing a warm-up for her upcoming world tour and she had the crowd bouncing. Demi herself was bouncing as well, but for a different reason.
"Damn it! Why did it have to be sooo hot today?!" she said to herself. "I wish I hadn't chugged that extra water before I came out. I have to pee really bad!"
Demi jumped around the stage, singing her heart out. She was dressed in tight leather pants and a gray tank-top under a black jacket. Despite her discomfort, these people paid to see her. She wasn't about to disappoint them. She clenched every muscle she could and went about her routine.
About an forty-five minutes into her set, it was time to slow things down. As she started singing "Nightingale," she signaled offstage for a stool. When they placed the stool, she carefully rested her tush upon it. It helped to alleviate some of the pressure in her abdomen, but right now, she was really wishing she had let them schedule that intermission. But she had wanted to get back to her hotel early, so when her manager suggested it, she'd said no. Now she was paying for it.
"Oh it hurts so bad," she thought. Her gut literally felt like it was full of pee. "Pee-gut," she thought to herself, smiling a little. That smile quickly faded, however, as she was forced cross her legs as she sang a high note. After two more slow songs, where she made liberal use of the stool to hide her need from the audience, it was time for a duet with Idina Menzel. "Let it go, let it go..." the pair sang. "I'd love to let it go," thought Demi. "How much longer, I don't know if I can hold it!"
Thankfully, Idina was the powerhouse of this duet, so Demi didn't have to strain her diaphragm muscles too much. But her sphincter muscles were getting quite a workout tonight. As she and Idina hugged afterwards, she whispered in her friend's ear, "I'm about to pee my pants!" Idina giggled and joked, "Don't sneeze!" Demi had to bend forward as she laughed. "You're terrible!" Demi said, still laughing. "Good luck," said Idina as she left the stage.
Despite feeling like she was going to explode, Demi powered through her last three songs like a trooper. As she finished her last song, she took a bow. The audience applauded wildly as she started to leave. But when she got to the exit, her manager stopped her. "It's a good crowd tonight, D. Send 'em home happy!" Demi was crestfallen, she had to pee so badly. She wanted nothing more than to run to the bathroom, rip her pants off, plop her bottom on the throne and release everything she had been holding back. But Demi was about her fans first and foremost. Putting on a smile, she returned to the stage to a huge ovation.
She took a seat on the stool, as she launched into "Skyscraper." She wiggled her bum on the stool a few times during the song, trying to find a position that took some of the pressure off of her swollen bladder. At one point, she had to suck in a breath, because her pee wanted out immediately. But she managed to get through it, before starting her final song, "Give Your Heart A Break." She put her soul into the song and had the audience captivated. But as she hit her last note, she felt her urethra opening. She hadn't ordered her bladder to start emptying, her muscles had had enough and were involuntarily taking over. She briefly crossed her legs as she felt a drop escape.
"NO!" she wailed mentally. "I'm almost done! Just hold on, Demi!" Somehow, she managed to finish the song without drawing attention to her predicament, but instead of standing up to take another bow, she remained seated as she thanked everyone for coming, then slowly, gingerly, stood and waddled offstage, her thighs squeezed together as tightly as possible while walking. A second drop had forced itself out, but she was determined to keep the rest in until her rear-end was planted on the toilet. As quickly as she could given the circumstances, she made her way down the hall. As she approached her dressing room, she could feel her urine pressing against her pelvic wall. It was so painful and she craved the sweet release that was just behind the door.
She entered the dressing room, sweating and breathing heavily from the effort it was taking to hold back her waters. She stopped at the full-length mirror in her dressing room. She was curious. Carefully, she unzipped her pants and lowered them slightly. She raised her shirt, then gaped in shock. Her belly was so swollen, that it was pushing out, making her look pregnant. She touched it and flinched. It was rock hard and she realized she must be filled to the brim. She felt another drop trying to squeeze out. She ran into the bathroom and yanked her pants and underwear down to her ankles. She lifted the toilet cover and dropped her ass onto the seat. She breathed deeply as she finally allowed her sphincter muscles to relax. "Ohhhhhhh....!" Demi moaned. "Shit, that feels soooooo good!" It was as if someone had turned on the faucet, pee gushed out Demi and she smiled as she heard the satisfying splash of urine into the toilet. She had felt like a garden hose that someone had folded over, preventing the water from escaping. Well finally, they had let go and now she was letting go. In her delirium, she grabbed her phone from the inside pocket of her jacket and went to Twitter.
“Soooo I totally had to pee the ENTIRE SHOW.. I LITERALLY had a pee-gut. HAHAHAHA," was what she typed. She sighed in sheer relief as she hit post. She peed steadily for a minute and a half before her stream began to taper off. She still had some liquid inside her, however and she strained to force it out. She lifted her butt off the seat, allowing a few last drops out. Finally, she decided she was empty and grabbed a piece of toilet paper to wipe herself. As she was washing her hands, however...
"What the f***?!" She quickly dried her hands and grabbed her phone. Yes, she had actually tweeted about her stressful bladder situation. She felt like an idiot. She began typing: “F**k. I really just tweeted that. WHO DOES THAT?!!?! HAHAHAHA." She couldn't help but laugh. It had been a long night. She couldn't wait to get back to her hotel, take a nice, hot shower and curl up in bed with a cheesy romance movie until she fell asleep.
The end. |
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Lost and Bursting
Taylor Swift groaned as she tried the handle of the door. Locked. "Oh come on!" she yelled in frustration, to nobody in particular. It had been a long morning for the popstar. She had planned a day at the beach, but her producer had called her in for an impromptu meeting. come from a meeting, where she was informed that she needed to re-do one of her tracks for her upcoming album, due to a technical issue. Between having her day disrupted and having to drive to a studio she wasn't familiar with, she was in a less-than-great mood. Plus, thanks to traffic turning a forty-five minutes ride into an hour and a half long trek, and her decision to drink two bottles of water on the way, she was in serious need of a bathroom. But this studio was a labyrinth of locked doors and she was getting antsy. She tried the handle again. No luck. "Argh!" Taylor yelled in exasperation. She banged on it a few times, then crossed her legs and leaned forward to take some of the pressure off of her full bladder.
She was dressed in jean shorts and wore a pink t-shirt with the American flag printed on it. The shirt was a size too small for her and hugged her torso, showing the shape of her breasts. She looked around, trying to find a door she hadn't yet attempted. She reached for a handle and turned it... Success! She smiled as she entered the building. "Hmmm," she thought. There were two corridors she could try. Hopefully, one would lead to a bathroom. She touched her abdomen, it felt bloated. She had to go so bad. This wasn't a new experience for her, as she typically drank a lot of water. Even in highschool, she was the girl who always had to go to the bathroom. But she loved being hydrated and what it did for her body. Her skin was flawless and she had the body of a model without being without being too skinny. In fact, the only drawback was that she always had to go to the bathroom. Now that drawback was a pressing need, as she was desperate. She crossed her legs again, hoping she wasn't too far away from the ladies room. She decided to try the path to her right.
As she walked down the hall, she noticed there was nobody around to ask for directions. She noticed several offices, but they were all either locked or empty. "I hope they knew I was coming," she thought to herself. She decided to try calling the producer, but she had no service. "If someone was planning to murder me, they picked the right place to do it," she thought with a nervous laugh. "Hello? is anyone here?" No answer. Soon she was at the end of the hall. A dead-end. "Crap," she said out loud. She crossed her legs again. She had to pee so bad! She turned around and made her way back to where she started. "Am I even at the right place?" Taylor wondered. She started down the opposite corridor and was delighted to see a sign indicating restrooms up ahead. "Thank goodness!" she said out loud. She raced up ahead and nearly cried when she saw the ladies room sign on the door. At last! She turned the handle. Locked. "No!" She jiggled the handle a few times, to no avail. She tried the men's room. No luck. Now she wanted to cry for a different reason. "You can't do this to a girl who has to pee!" she shouted, knowing nobody could hear her. "I'm about to explode here!" With a sigh, she turned around and walked back to where she came from. She exited the building and looked around. Suddenly, she froze. "Oh no... Nononononono!!!!" She could feel the floodgates starting to open. "No! This can't be happening!" Looking around, she realized she was out of time and options. She ran over to her car and started unhooking her shorts.
She was just starting to squat down when she heard a car coming. "Shit!" She stopped what she was doing and buttoned her shorts. A car pulled up next to her as she squirmed around. The window lowered as a man stuck his head out. "Excuse me, Miss. Are you ok?" Taylor sighed. "Actually, no. I'm late for a recording session, I can't figure out where I'm supposed to be, and I really, REALLY, need to use the bathroom." The man smiled. "The studio is across the street." Taylor's face turned beet-red. "Seriously?!" "You're not the first person to get lost here," he said. "Hop in and I'll drive you over." As Taylor got in the car, she bit her lip. She had to pee really bad. She crossed her legs as soon as she was seated and didn't put her seatbelt on. The man smiled. "So many artists get lost around here. One time, Nicki Minaj walked the length of the building five times before someone realized she was lost." Taylor giggled, which caused her sphincter to tremble. "I'm just so glad you came along. I have to use the bathroom sooooo bad!" She was embarrassed to tell a total stranger this, but he was nonplussed. "I've suggested they put a porta-john over here," he said. "I've seen everyone from Madonna to Kelly Clarkson pop a squat in that parking lot." Taylor smiled. "I was close. Speaking of which," she added as they pulled into the parking lot of the studio. "Is the ladies room near the entrance?" "To the left," he said as he pulled up in front of the building. "You can't miss it." Taylor smiled gratefully as she got out of the car. "Thank you so much!" She grabbed her purse and ran into the building. She asked the secretary to tell them she was there, then excused herself. The man was right, the ladies room was right there. She pushed the door open, her eyes lit up when she saw the toilet. She unbuttoned her shorts and lowered herself into the toilet seat.
Taylor relaxed and it was as if the cap had been yanked off a fire hydrant. She sighed in relief as pee gushed out her. She looked down and saw her swollen belly deflating as she relieved herself. She had been so desperate and it felt amazing to be able to go at long last. After what felt like forever, she felt her stream stop. She wiped herself and washed her hands, then did a quick makeup check. Satisfied, she exited the bathroom. "Ms. Swift, they're ready for you in room D. Upstairs, third room on the right." Taylor thanked her and made her way up the stairs, an extra spring in her step now that her load had been lightened. She smiled and checked her watch. Maybe she'd still make the beach after all.
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It's Go Time
"This is great," thought Nina Dobrev. She was attending her first Met Gala and having a great time. She was wearing a tight flowing dress that was made out of vintage gold metal. Attending with her boyfriend, Ian Somerhalder and her dress had caused quite the stir on the red carpet. Inside, she had been regaled with further compliments. She had been enjoying the free food and drink that was provided for all guests. "How're you doing?" asked Ian. "This is great," she said. "But do you know how much longer it's going to be?" He looked at his watch. "Another hour and a half," he answered. "Why?" "Oh... Just wondering." She kissed him on the cheek and turned away, making an excuse about wanting to mingle. In reality, she didn't want him to see the pained expression on her face. She was actually in pretty desperate need of a bathroom. She had been indulging in the free drink, in particular, the champagne. Except she had forgotten that what goes in must eventually come out. Which wouldn't have been that big of an issue, except for one, tiny detail... She was sewn into her dress.
It wasn't an uncommon practice, sewing celebrities into their dresses or gowns for big events such as this. It didn't make the experience any less awkward, however. This wasn't the first time she had been sewn into a dress for a party, so she knew what to expect for the most part. She had used the toilet right before getting dressed. Due to how tight to gown for, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, save for a thin pair of panties. She didn't need to wear a bra or shapewear, seeing as they would adjust the dress to literally cling to her form. The process had taken just about an hour and it was worth it, as she looked like a golden goddess, literally dripping with gold. She had the designer's number in the case of an emergency, although she had been warned to watch her fluid intake, as she wouldn't be getting out of the dress easily. Now she was wishing she had heeded that advice. Her dress was so tight that she couldn't even cross her legs. She winced as she felt her bladder pressing against her pelvis. With how form fitting the dress was, she actually appeared to have a tiny bulge."Oh my god!" she thought. She had to pee so bad, she wasn't sure how long she could last. She thought about calling the designer, but they had warned her, after all. She would just have to hold it until the ball was over. She checked the clock on the wall. Another hour and twenty five minutes. She could do it. She had to.
For the next twenty minutes, she tried to mingle and not think about her urgent bodily needs. For a while, it worked, but soon, her bloated bladder made it's presence known to her. She was starting to have trouble standing still. And trying to do the pee dance in this gown was almost impossible. All she could do was stand with her waist bent and one hand pressed just above her pubic bone. She felt like everyone was staring at her. She was embarrassed, but there wasn't much she could do. If she ignored her need much longer, she'd end up getting attention for all the wrong reasons. She checked her watch. An hour left. She would never make it. With a groan, she pulled her phone out. As she dialed the designer's number, she tried to move out of the earshot of the other attendees. "Hello?" answered a male voice on the other end of the phone. "Um, hi. This is Nina, I'm wearing one of your dresses at the Met Gala?" "What's wrong? You didn't rip or stain the dress, did you?!" "No, nothing like that! It's just that... Um, well, I'm sewn into this thing... What if I have to... Well... You know.... What if I have to go?" She swore she could hear laughter in the background as the man answered her. "We warned you about drinking too much." "I know! I know, but... It's kind of an emergency." Nina heard a loud sigh. "How much longer is the ball?" "I don't know... An hour?" Another sigh. "Ok, we're going to send someone out with an emergency sewing kit. Can you try to hold on?" "I'll try, but I'll be honest with you, I'm pretty desperate." "I'm going to give you a number. When you absolutely can't wait any longer, text them. They'll meet you in the bathroom and they'll cut you out of the dress, then see you back in." "Ok, thanks," said Nina, as she copied down the number.
As Nina made her way towards the restrooms, Ian approached her. "Hey, what's going on?" "Bathroom emergency," she answered. "I'm about to piss myself!" she told her amused boyfriend. "Aren't you... Well, aren't you sewn into that dress?" "Yes," she answered. "So... How are you planning on pulling this off?" Ian was genuinely amused by his girlfriend's predicament. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Nina replied sassily before continuing her trek across the ballroom to the facilities. When she got there, she tried her best to wait patiently. But she had to go so bad! She paced back and forth, she leaned against the sink, her knees knocking together, she even resorted to holding herself through the dress! Being so close to a toilet had gotten her bladder excited. "Where are they?!" she wondered. She felt a tremor go through her abdomen, as her bladder was now demanding she empty it. She pulled out her phone and typed a message: "IT'S GO TIME. NOW." She sent it to the number she had been given. About a minute later, she received a reply: "Stuck in traffic. Be there ASAP." Nina groaned. "Oh my god!" she thought. "This is it. I'm going to be that girl who peed herself in the bathroom at the Met Gala!" She couldn't stand still, she had to pee so badly. Her hand had taken up residence between her legs in a fruitless effort to relieve some of the pressure. But she was well past that point. The liquid she had consumed wanted out and it was going to happen one way or the other. Nina's eyes were filled with tears from how much effort she was putting into holding back her pee. Just when she thought she couldn't hold it any longer, there was a knock on the door. "Nina?" It was a man's voice. "Are you with the designer?!" she almost shouted. "Yes. May I come in?" "Yes! Please! Come in!" The door opened and in walked a gentleman in jeans and a t-shirt, carrying a small sewing kit. "Let's get you out of that dress."
The man produced a small, thin blade from his kit. "Hold perfectly still, Miss. I don't want to slice you in the process." "You're going to use that? Why not scissors?" "Have you ever tried to cut metal before?" "No," Nina admitted. "Scissors won't even make a dent. Besides, you need to go directly against the stitches, or the dress could be permanently damaged." "Oh," said Nina. "Um, how long will this take?" "Hold still," he said without answering her question. Nina tried to remain still, but she had to pee so badly now, it was almost impossible. "Stop squirming!" "I'm trying! But I'm about to explode, do you think you could hurry?!" The man didn't answer, instead continuing to slowly, carefully, line the blade up with the stitches sewn into back of the dress. Nina sighed and tried to remain as still as a statue. But now her body was spasming uncontrollably and the man was clearly getting frustrated with her. "Hold still! I can't cut the dress off with you bouncing about." "Oh for the love of- just rip it! I don't care, just get me out of this thing!" The man hesitated, as Nina felt her pent-up pee starting to force it's way out of her. "NOW!!" she screamed and the man finally relented, ripping along the stitches. "Oh hurry up! Hurry hurry hurry!!!" When he had it halfway ripped, she yanked at the waist, allowing the half- ripped dress to fall to the floor. Her breasts jiggled in all their glory as she frantically yanked her panties off and ran to the toilet. "Um, do you want me to wait out-" "OOOOHHHH!!!!" Nina began releasing a powerful torrent into the toilet. Her butt hadn't even hit the toilet seat when she started. She didn't care that this man was watching her pee, she had been so desperate, she wouldn't have cared if the entire ballroom saw her.
"Fuck, that feels soooooo good!" She was almost in a trance, peeing uncontrollably, with no signs of slowing down. Once she had a bit of control over the force of her stream, she allowed her bottom to settle on the seat. She was still going strong, as the man stood with his back to her, trying to give her a little bit of privacy. After nearly two minutes, she finally stopped peeing. "Whoo!" she said as she wiped. "Sorry about that. I was like a balloon about to pop!" She washed her hands in the sink, then grabbed her discarded panties and put them back on. "You can turn around." The man did indeed turn, but still wouldn't look at Nina. He seemed her back into the dress in silence. At least now she could stand still. As the man quickly left, Nina thanked him for his assistance. She chuckled slightly at how embarrassed he was. After all, she was the one who nearly pissed herself! Oh well, she thought. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, before heading back to rejoin the party. |
Oops... I Did It Again
Britney Spears had to pee. She was filming the music video for her song, "Oops... I Did It Again." Dressed in a tight red bodysuit, she had been filming for the last four hours. When the costume was first presented to her, she had expressed her concerns about being able to use the bathroom. The costume was made of a leather and it was very skintight, which caused her to sweat. Add to that the hot lights of the soundstage, resulting in an uncomfortable situation. There was plenty of water and other cold beverages on hand for the performers and crew, but most of them didn't have to worry about how accessible the facilities were. Britney's costume had only one zipper, which ran from the small of her back up to her neck, effectively sealing her in. And since getting into the costume the first time was nearly an hour long ordeal, she knew the chances of her being allowed to take a bathroom break were somewhere between low and never. And adding to her already dire predicament, Britney's petite body housed an equally petite bladder. So to say her need was urgent was quite the understatement.
"Mom! Can you get them to hurry this along?!" Britney asked her mother and manager, Lynne. "My eyeballs are floating, I can't wait much longer!" "I know, Britney. Try to hang on, I'll talk to the director." Britney squirmed as Lynne walked away. "I'm gonna explode!" she thought to herself. Britney's little sister, Jamie Lynn, approached her with a mischievous gleam in her eye. In her hand was a bottle of water. "Hey Britney, ya thirsty?" She shook the bottle in front of Britney, who winced and crossed her legs. "Ugh... No... Get away from me with that!" "As, do you have pee?" asked Jamie Lynn in a sing-song voice, obviously enjoying her sister's misery. "Yes!" Britney hissed. "Hey, it's too bad you're wearing that tight suit. I bet it makes it worse, the way all that pee inside you is getting squeezed..." Jamie poked Britney's tummy, causing the Pop Queen to flinch, then swat her sister away. "Omigawd, don't do that!" Lynne returned and Jamie ran off, her mother glaring at her the whole time. "They need a retake," she said to Britney, who moaned and buried her face in her hands. "Ohhh," she whined. "I think I'm holding at least two great lakes in here!" she said, pointing at her squashed tummy. "It's not healthy to hold it," she said. "Do they want me to get a UTI or die from a kidney infection?!" "No, dear," said Lynne, rolling her eyes at her daughter's dramatics. "They just want to get the best take." "Well, I don't think they'll want the take where I burst and drown in my own pee, but that's what's gonna happen if they don't get me out of this damn costume and to a toilet!" Lynne looked slightly amused by her daughter's outburst. "Well, maybe if I had put it like that..." "Moooooom...." Britney said in exasperation, holding herself as she danced in place. "I have to gooooooo!" "You looked a lot cuter doing that when you were Jamie Lynn's age," replied Lynne. "Look Britney, we talked about how this lifestyle wouldn't always be easy. Here's your lesson for the day: sometimes singers just have to hold it! You'll be fine." Lynne walked away as Britney pouted, her legs still tightly crossed.
Britney fake smiled her way through another take, but it was torturous. Even the simplest steps were painful with a full bladder. Somehow, she got through it, but when the director called cut, she immediately grabbed her crotch and crossed her legs as far as they would go. Lynne and Jamie Lynn approached her. "Good job, Britney." "Th-thanks, Mom," replied Britney through gritted teeth. "Are we d-d-done?" Lynne smiled. "Let me go ask." As Lynne walked away, Jamie Lynn looked at Britney. Her older sister couldn't stand still! "Wow, Britney! You look like a twisted up garden hose!" That was an accurate description. She certainly felt that way, like a hose with a knot in the middle. She was just waiting for someone to untie the knot so she could blow! "Oh, I hope we're done!" Britney said to her sister. "I'm about to pop!" Jamie Lynn was giggling. Her sister ALWAYS had to pee. On family road trips, it was usually Britney requesting a pitstop. Jamie always found it so funny, watching her older sister squirming like she had ants in her pants. "I thought adults were supposed to be able to hold it, Britney?" Britney scowled at her sister. "Everyone's different, Jamie. It's not my fault I have a small bladder!" Lynne returned. "They want to do promo shots." Britney groaned, causing Jamie Lynn to giggle. "Britney Jean, you are a grown woman. You can hold on. As soon as they get what they need, it'll be over and you can go pee." Britney groaned again. "How long?" "However long it takes," said her mother pointedly. "It's not her fault, mom," said Jamie Lynn, still giggling. "She has a small bladder." Lynne cracked a smile. "Nature's way of compensating for giving her other things that aren't so small," she said, looking at her oldest daughter's ample chest. Jamie looked confused as Britney and their mom began laughing. Britney was forced to squeeze her legs shut as she tried to control her laughter. "Soon, hon. Ok?" Britney nodded as her mother and sister walked away.
The promo shots took about forty-five minutes to complete, which was about forty-four minutes too long in Britney's mind. When they were finally done, her mother came over to her. "Britney, you did great. Let's get you out of that outfit." Britney just looked at her mom. She was sitting on a stack of boxes with a sad expression on her face. "What's wrong, Britney? You look like you're going to cry." "M-mom... I-I-I c-c-can't m-m-move... Or I'll p-p-p-pee..." Tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her insides were so stretched, yet so squashed inside that tight red costume. All that liquid wanted out and it wanted out NOW. Lynne looked at her daughter. "What are we supposed to do? You can't pee out here!" "I don't have much say in it anymore, Mom! It's gonna happen!" "Britney Jean Spears! I am tired of your whining! You are a grown adult and this diva act will not be acceptable! Now you stand your butt up and march yourself to bathroom, like a grown woman!" Britney pouted as she pushed her bottom off of the boxes and got to her feet. She felt like she was about to lose it right there, but didn't dare with her mother watching her. She trudged towards her dressing room, her mother and sister following close behind.
It was such a long walk for Britney. Every step she took caused sharp pains in her bladder, as if it was full of broken glass. She had to pee so bad, but she didn't dare allow even a single drop to leak out, lest she incur her mother's wrath. Jamie Lynn watched her sister, amazed at how desperate she was. When they got to the dressing room, Britney made a beeline for the bathroom. Inside, she fumbled with her zipper, but couldn't keep her hands steady. "Mom! I need help!" Lynne entered the bathroom. "I can't get the zipper down!" Britney whined. Lynne pulled on the zipper, but it wouldn't budge. "Hurry up, Mom! I have to gooooooo!!!" "I'm trying, but it's stuck!" "It can't be!" "Well, I don't think it got the memo, Britney." "How can you be making jokes?! I'm about to erupt!" "Sorry," said Lynne, clearly not sorry. "Hold still, I'll try again." Britney squirmed as Lynne pulled hard on the zipper but it held fast. "Britney, will you hold still?!" "I CAN'T, MOM!" Lynne stopped playing with the zipper and glared at her daughter. "Sorry, Mom," said Britney sheepishly. "I'm going to see if they have any oil to loosen it. Watch your sister." "Mom! I'm about to pee my pants!" "You'll do no such thing, Britney Jean! Keep an eye on Jamie Lynn. I'll be right back." Britney pouted as her mother left the room. She pressed her hand deep into her crotch and squeezed her legs together. She just wanted to pee, why was everybody treating her like this? "Britney?" It was Jamie Lynn. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Excuse me?!" Britney whipped her head around, glaring at her younger sister with a look of rage on her face. "I have been holding it in for almost SIX hours! You can wait!" "Mom won't like that," Jamie Lynn said. "She told you to watch me. So watch me go pee before you!" With that, Jamie Lynn smacked her sister on the ass, then dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her. "JAMIE LYNN YOU LITTLE RUNT!!! YOU GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW, MISSY!!!" "Go sit on a tack!" yelled Jamie Lynn from the bathroom. Britney bit her lip. "This is soooo unfair," she thought. Here she was, about to explode, while her sister got to relieve herself. "I'm older than her! She can't get away with this!" Britney banged on the door. "You come out right now or I'm coming in!" "DON'T YOU DARE!" shrieked Jamie Lynn. "Then get out!" "I'm going to the bathroom!" "Not for long!" Britney was about to bust in on her sister, when she felt the pressure intensify. "Shit!" Britney grabbed herself tight and tried to clench everything shut, but her bladder could take no more. She felt a tingle, then to her horror, she felt a warmth. A wet warmth.
"Omigawd! Jamie Lynn, hurry up!" "Leave me alone!" "I'm peeing my pants!" "Britney Jean!" Britney cursed silently as she heard her mother's voice. "What is wrong with you?!" Britney broke into tears as she managed to stop peeing. "Mom, I told you how bad I had to go! I was in pain!" Lynne shook her head. "Get control over yourself! I found some grease. Hold still!" Lynne smeared some grease on the zipper, then pulled. It came down halfway, just as the toilet flushed. Britney hopped up and down, waiting for Jamie Lynn to come out. She could hear her washing her hands and the running water was torture for her bladder, having had it's release cut short. Finally, the door opened. "Getoutofmyway!" Britney nearly knocked her sister over as she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. She pulled the bodysuit off and dropped her bare backside onto the toilet. Pee flooded out of her as she sighed in relief. "Thank God!" Her poor little bladder had been pushed past it's limit. As she sat there, peeing, she looked down at her bodysuit. The inside was saturated with urine. She was shocked that she could soak her clothes and still have so much liquid still inside her. After a good two and a half minutes, her flow started to taper off. She reached for a piece of toilet paper, but...
"DAMN IT JAMIE LYNN! YOU USED UP THE LAST OF THE TOILET PAPER!!!" She heard her mother and sister burst into laughter. In spite of herself, Britney had to laugh as well. What a day! |
Janey sighed as she sank into the drivers seat of her car. She had only walked across the car park from her office yet she was substantially wet from the rain that had been pouring for the better part of three days. A state that had only added to her bad mood brought on by the stressful week she had had at work. She worked for a large firm that manufactured and supplied stoneware products for building and decorative purposes. Janey worked in the IT department, she had started working there on the help desk but had since transferred across to the human resources side of the IT department dealing with the software and programs the employees used, their login details and inputting all employee details and permissions whenever new programs were introduced to the system. She much preferred this than simply been the point of call for people having trouble with their computers, at least with this role she felt like she had more of a challenge.
And boy this week had been a challenge. Somewhere in some meeting some directors had decided that the portal system used by employees was going to be changed and moved to a whole new piece of software. This meant not only had the software needed inputting and calibrating, it had meant that every employee's data had to be transferred across. Whilst not a difficult job it had proved time consuming and threw up all manner of problems. Which is why for the past week she had been working late every evening and feeling constantly stressed.
But, now it was Friday, the move over had mostly been done and she could have a relaxing, hopefully stress free weekend. She pulled off her cardigan which was quite wet and threw it in the back seat. Not much she could do about her wet blouse and skirt, she didn't fancy the idea of driving home in just her underwear, giving people a show. She pulled out of the car park and headed for home, dreaming of her pyjamas and her couch by the fire.
As she made it on the main road her dream of a relaxing evening had led to her deciding to call at the supermarket and treat herself to a bottle of wine and some chocolates, after the week she had she deserved it. She noticed that traffic on the main road was slightly busier than usual but given the pouring rain and blustering wind she wasn't too surprised.
As the traffic slowly moved along she noticed the first signs of needing to pee. Nothing unusual there, she had the same thought most days driving home work. The multiple coffees she consumed throughout the afternoon always caught up with her as she was driving home and each day she wondered to herself why she never thought to have a wee before she left. Not that it mattered. Her drive home took about 20 minutes, 30 tops if traffic was heavy so she never had much issue, sure some days she got home squirming a little but she had had much worse on nights out. That was probably why it never occurred to her to pee before she left the office.
It wasn't long before she pulled off and parked up in the supermarket's car park. Usually she would get distracted by the clothes section and the entertainment section but today Janey was on a mission. She headed straight to the wine aisle and spent a few minutes browsing the wide selection before choosing a nice French red with a fancy sounding name. If she was being honest she knew nothing about wine except it tasted nice and came in three colours. With her wine in hand she found the chocolate aisle and picked up a few treats for herself. She looked at the pile of chocolate in her hands and decided she should probably eat something somewhat proper first so went and found herself some dinner.
With everything she needed she headed off to the checkout and got in line. Whilst waiting she was aware of the guy at the next checkout over looking at her, well, more than looking at her, checking her out. Something she was used to. She wasn't egotistical by any means but she knew she was attractive to the opposite sex and often captured the male gaze. She was told her friends that she had "curves in the right places". Namely her boobs, hips and butt, which were definitely where this guy was focusing his attention. It was then she realised why. The rain had made her blouse go slightly see through and her lacy pink bra was on display. At least I have a bra on she laughed to herself and was thankful her skirt was black otherwise her matching pink thong would be visible too.
She paid for her items and gave the guy a cheeky smile before leaving and heading back to her car, once again getting rained on. When she got to her car she once again felt wet but at least it was only 15 minutes till home then she could strip off and jump in a nice warm shower.
It took a few minutes to get out of the car park and back onto the main road. The weather was really making the traffic slow she thought as she finally joined the stream of traffic heading out of town. It was only when she was looking out of the window at some people running through the rain and splashing in the puddles that she was made aware once again of her bladder. This time a lot more needy than before and she realised that in her mission to get wine she had been completely distracted from her need. Had she not been she might have considered using the bathroom at the supermarket but it was too late for that now. Still even with traffic being slow it wouldn't be long before she was home so she put the thought to the back of her mind and focused on the story the DJ was telling on the radio.
After ten minutes of slow moving traffic she realised that it couldn't just be the weather causing so much traffic, something must have happened somewhere. Sometimes if there was an accident on the motorway the traffic would come off and take the A roads through town causing congestion. Maybe with the weather being so bad an accident had occurred. Whatever it was there was nothing she could do other than steadily make her way home. A couple of miles down the road the cause of the heavy traffic became apparent. It wasn’t an accident, at least not the kind Janey was thinking of. As she approached the river on the outskirts of town she saw that the main road bridge was closed off and that traffic was being diverted. As she got closer to the intersection, she saw a guy dressed top to toe in high vis clothing standing next to signs saying diversion. She saw him talking to people and as she approached she wound her window down. The guy informed her that the increased rainfall had caused the river to swell and rise and that the structural supports in the centre of the bridge had shown signs of weakness so the bridge had been closed until inspections could be carried out. Then he pointed out the diversion signs and apologised for any inconvenience.
Janey thanked him and cursed under her breath as she drove off. From here it was just 10 minutes to get home once she was over the bridge. Now she had a choice to make. She could turn right and follow the river towards the north side of town and cross at the bridge there, then drive through the villages and suburbs to her home, or turn left and go back on herself back into the town centre and join the motorway and come off at the next junction. She weighed up her options as she moved forward in the queue of cars. Going right and going the scenic way was just a big loop around and would probably take about 20 minutes. Going on the motorway would probably take less time but would mean fighting her way through the town centre traffic just to get there. Once at the front of the queue she decided to go right, she really could not be bothered going all the way back through town. At least going this way she was still heading in the general direction of her house.
At least now she was out of the town centre, the traffic was moving a little faster, although because of the diversion it was still pretty busy which meant hitting the roundabouts and traffic lights took more time than usual. Each time she was forced to stop Janey became aware of how much her bladder was filling up. Her estimate of it taking 20 minutes going this way was rapidly diminishing and her eta kept getting longer. The pressure was certainly starting to build and she found herself beginning to get a little squirmy. If the bridge wasn’t shut she would most likely be home now. She shook the thought and concentrated on driving, although the now constant pressure from her bladder was getting harder to ignore.
By the time she had reached the north of town and was crossing over the river there she was really needing a wee. She was glad she was over the river, now she was heading for home and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. It was now impossible to ignore her pressing need to pee. A need which seemed to be increasing really quickly. The three coffee’s she had since her lunch break were really starting to hit her bladder and the fact that usually she would already be home and found relief wasn’t helping. Then she remembered, not only had she had her usual three coffees in the afternoon, she had also had something else. A can of energy drink. Late in the afternoon Danny had come to her and given her a can of the new flavour for her to try and she really enjoyed it and had ended up drinking it all pretty quickly. So not only did she have her usual three coffee’s putting pressure on her bladder she also had a big can of energy drink too, no wonder she was busting for a wee. She was starting to wish she hadn’t been distracted and had gone at the supermarket. Still, hopefully it shouldn't take too long to get home she was across the river.
She soon realised that the opposite was in fact true. She was used to driving these roads, she drove down them anytime she went to visit her parents. The winding country roads and villages were usually quiet but tonight all the diverted traffic was using the roads. Cars, buses, vans, lorrys, wagons, all manner of traffic that usually avoided the country roads and narrow village roads. This resulted in traffic being just as slow here as it was in town. Getting stuck behind buses driving slow and wagon’s trying to navigate the tighter turns was making what should be a simple journey into a journey that seemed to be getting longer by the minute. Something that wouldn’t usually bother her, except tonight she was wanting to get home as soon as possible to relieve her aching bladder. As the minutes passed her need continued to increase and soon she was bursting. Each time the traffic came to a stop she wiggled in her seat, crossing her legs and trying to ease the pressure. She was starting to worry about how badly she needed to pee. In her current state she would easily make home, she was bursting but still able to hold it. That was if she was going straight home at normal speed. This constant stopping and starting meant she had no idea how long it would take to reach home and her need was still growing.
Ten minutes later she was really starting to worry. She had gone from bursting to desperate and was now really having to hold back to keep her knickers dry. There had been a few times where she had been desperate like this coming home from nights out so she knew she was able to manage this level of desperation for a little while, hopefully long enough for her to make it home. Once out of the village at least the pace picked up a little so that was something. For ten minutes she was making slow but steady progress along the roads, the bushes and hedges and fields she was passing looked so inviting, places that she would love to just stop and pop a squat and take a much needed wee. However with the large volume of traffic there was no way and torrential rain there was no way she was stopping and putting on a show for everyone. Despite feeling like she was on the verge of wetting herself she was managing to keep control and was confident she could make it home.
At least she thought that until she got further along the road. Suddenly the traffic slowed to a stop and didn’t move. She had no idea why, all she could do was sit there squirming and squeezing her legs, trying desperately not to wet herself. It was probably psychological but the fact she wasn’t moving at all seemed to increase her desperation and for the first time in her adult life she was starting to worry she might end up wetting her knickers. No, she couldn’t do that, she was 26, she could hold it until she got home, she wasn’t a little girl who couldn’t control herself. She could do this.
After what seemed like an eternity the traffic began to slowly move again and up ahead the cause of the jam became apparent. A truck was parked on the side of the narrow road obviously stuck or broken down or something but the driver was having to direct traffic safely around it. Once past it the speed picked up again, but now her need was going past desperate if that was possible. When she had been desperate on nights out by now she had usually found relief. She didn’t think it was possible for the need to increase but it seemed to be. The pressure is getting worse. Her pussy was starting to ache with the intense need and she could actually feel her pee hole trembling with desperation.
The next time she was forced to stop she hiked her skirt up under her butt so she was able to hold herself to help give some relief to her aching muscles. She pushed her fingers against her knickers into her pussy, pushing hard to help herself stay in control. She was no longer desperate for a wee, she was absolutely frantic for a wee and was now feeling like she could wet herself any moment. Waves of desperation were hitting her hard and it was all she could do to keep her knickers dry. God she had to get home, she had to pee soon, she never knew she could need anything so badly. She could feel the pee right at the tip of her urethra ready to burst out but she couldn’t let it, no matter what she had to hold on.
Eventually she got to her little suburb and prayed she could last just a little longer. By the time she got to the end of her road she was panting and begging to keep control just a tiny bit longer. Her bladder needed relief, her pussy needed relief, her whole body needed relief, she had never needed a wee so badly in her life and even though she was on her road and her house was in sight it seemed miles away. She had made it this far, she wasn’t about to wet herself now. She pulled up outside her house and quickly pulled her skirt back down. As she got out of the car she had to grab herself to keep herself from losing control. It was still raining hard but she couldn’t run as much as she wanted to. All she could do was hobble slowly. Now she was stood up it seemed so much harder. Suddenly a wave of desperation hit her and she spurted into her knickers.
Not now, just a little more, nearly there, she said to herself. Now that she had spurted her need had increased even more if that was possible, she couldn’t believe it. Between her car and the door she had spurted a bunch more times and was actually starting to wet herself. She had to find her keys in her bag and as she did no matter how much she twisted and squirmed and pushed her hand against her throbbing pussy the spurts kept on coming. She was so desperate she couldn’t even concentrate on finding her keys. Eventually she found them but the moment she put them in the door she knew she was finished. She felt her bladder pushing hard and the spurts getting bigger, she knew that any second the inevitable flood would happen and there would be nothing she could to stop it.
She needed relief so badly she didn’t even care anymore. She let go of her keys and spread her legs. Immediately she started peeing full force and instantly soaked her knickers. The warmth ran down her legs and she sighed in blissful relief. It was the most amazing feeling and she had to grab the door as her knees went weak. She was mortified, she was fully wetting herself, a grown woman flooding her knickers out of sheer desperation. She was glad at least she hadn’t done this in her car. When she finally finished she looked down to see what damage had been done and she started laughing. In her complete focus on her desperation and need for relief she hadn’t paid attention to the rain which had completely soaked her blouse and skirt. To anyone looking she was soaked all over, not just her knickers and skirt. She was embarrassed at having had an accident but at least if her neighbours were watching they wouldn’t know.
She opened the door and threw her things inside. She went straight upstairs and got into the shower and stripped off all her soaked clothes. She had a nice warm shower and put on her pyjamas before she went and curled up on the sofa. Despite knowing nobody knew she couldn't help but think of the embarrassment if her colleagues knew she had wet herself like a little girl. At least she was the only one who knew and she made a mental note that having a wee before she left the office was probably a good idea for the future. |
Vyktoria's cabin in the ship was filled with the scent of algae and the briny sea air. Her black fur heavy in the moist air. She had awoken to the sound of people shuffling about on the upper deck. The groan of the old tar-soaked wood around her protesting the unseen waves surrounding the mighty vessel. The worgen glanced over at her spell book on the bedside table as she has done every morning since she received it in the Mage Quarter of Stormwind at the age of 16. "How times can change..." she thought to herself.
She had been in Lady Jaina's service since she turned 18. On her 18th birthday, Jaina came to her recruiting her to her service as her apprentice... and later her best friend. It was amazing to Vyktoria how quickly Jaina's hair began to change color after Varian had... "Nevermind..." she thought to herself shaking her head. New journeys laid ahead of her and there was no use wallowing in the past that was so long ago.
The night before, Jaina and Vyktoria were talking over fine Darnassian wine. They giggled and talked to each other like sisters. Vyktoria loved nights like these. Jaina has always had to put on a proud and proper face for the public so that she can be their rock. But, on nights like these, she feels as if she finally gets to talk to the real Jaina Proudmoore. After about their third drink Vyktoria asked Jaina with a gasping laugh "So how old ARE you actually???" The wine had obviously started to take hold on the young worgen and was haphazardly changing in between forms making Jaina shriek with laughter before she asked. Jaina replied, "Ha! You're going to have to get my a lot drunker than that for me to divulge that information Vyk! And anyways... Mage's secret!" Vyktoria giggled at this answer although slightly dissatisfied with her answer.
"What a fun night last night." She thought to herself. As she started to drift back off to sleep she was jolted awake by a full feeling in her lower abdomen. She had to pee. And bad. She hadn't gone since before the wine drinking last night! She swung her fur clad legs to the side of her bed and reached underneath for her chamber pot. However, all that brushed by her fingers was air where the chamber pot should be. "Uh-oh" she thought to herself. She had to find a new chamber pot and fast. Vyktoria likes to joke that her bladder is the size of a large fish tank, Jaina one time jokingly called it "The Maelstrom". However, when it gets full, it needs to release ASAP. Vyktoria stood up and changed back into her human state. Naked, she reached for some black silk panties and a matching bra. Ever since she joined Jaina, she's had the finest things. She then donned a grey robe that she seldom uses and went up top to search for a receptacle to drain her poor wine filled bladder. She crossed her legs over each other as she walked. No one was awake that she could see as she climbed the stairs to the upper deck where she was sure she could find a bucket.
Once she opened the hatch to the deck of the ship, she only spotted one person standing looking out to sea. There stood Jaina in her blue and white dress and her long flowing hair. It was all muted in the darkness as the lights from the few torches left on deck were not quite as strong as Vyktoria had hoped. Jaina had quickly turned to see her and smiled. "I couldn't sleep either..." said Jaina. "Lady Jaina" said Vyktoria "What are you doing up at this hour? We have a long day ahead of us and I-" "I'm worried what Katherine may do to us!" Jaina exclaimed. "Ever since Theramore I've been a traitor to Kul Tiras and I don't know if she'll look past all that because I'm..." "You're...?" Vyktoria said waiting for her to finish. "Her daughter." Jaina admitted. Vyktoria was shocked but also preoccupied with the Maelstrom in her bladder begging to be released. The strain was causing her stress and she could see dark hair begin to raise on her arms. "No... not now" she thought to herself. "Jaina, we'll get through this together. You and me. I'll have your back if you have mine." Vyktoria said as she crossed her legs discretely. Jaina looked as if she was about to cry and then leapt towards the bursting woman and gave her a huge hug. Squeezing tightly.
*hiss* Vyktoria gasped. A leak flowed out of her struggling bladder and landed in her panties gusset. Lady Proudmoore was still holding on tight and sobbing into the worgens fur. "Wait... I don't remember changing forms" she thought to herself. She told herself it was the stress on her bladder and the attack hug from Jaina. Vyktoria suddenly knew she couldn't hold it any longer. She said something she can't quite remember to Jaina and quickly sprinted to the side of the ship on all fours leaking every step. A trail of pee followed her. She couldn't hang her rear off the side of the ship as she feared she would fall. So she lowered her black panties and hiked up her robe. A loud hissing noise could be heard emanating from the worgen's aching pussy as her piss rocketed from her. Because of the way she was squatting, her pee soaked her the fur on her legs. Jaina walked up to her. "I'm SO sorry! I didn't know that you had to... erm... GO so badly! Next time speak up won't ya Vyk? We don't want you unleashing your Maelstrom into your robes now do we?" Vyktoria wanted to cry. She felt so embarrassed as she continued to empty her bladder. The relief was amazing... but so was the shame of relieving herself in front of Lady Jaina. Especially with her obviously damp panties in full view. Jaina could see the shame on the poor worgens face as she continued peeing. It had to have been 4 minutes since she began. Jaina looked at the worgen and said "Yknow... I have to go pretty badly too... that wine from early is taking it's toll..." To Vyktoria's shock Lady Jaina began to lower her panties and squat next to her. It looked so graceful and practiced... as if she had done this many times before. A thick stream of yellow pee flowed from between her legs as Jaina sighed deeply. "I had been holding forever too. I hate that being a frost mage means you need to keep drinking water constantly don't you?" Vyktoria was speechless. She didn't know what to say. They peed together for another couple minutes and then pulled up their panties. They both walked back to their respective chambers. "What a night..." Vyktoria said to herself drying her fur before attempting to go back to sleep. "I wonder what tomorrow will bring" |
Hi again everyone. Thought I’d try something a little different.
There is an interesting thread on here about whether or not omo stories need a plot, good characters, or just omo.
There’s some very good and diverse answers. Very interesting. Most of my stories have fairly big character development, and I love a good plot.
It inspired me to see if I could write one with the attention more on the omo, less on the characters, and SHORT!
This was the result.
In brief, desperation, wetting, diapers, female, male juvenile, (and a little bit of plot) based on an anonymous internet confessions page.
internetconfessions.tellthetruth.org!
Today’s question:Toilet trouble! Share your embarrassing potty problems or stories anonymously!
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Hi Everyone!
My name is Candy, (not really, but it’ll do for a name for this story!)
I’m 18 now, but I want to tell you about the time I was 16, AND PEED IN A DIAPER LIVE ON TELEVISION!
That’s right! I really did, and it was almost traumatising at the time, but I love the memory now.
Here’s what happened:
OMG. I can’t believe I’m actually typing this, but I’ve always kind of had a bit of a pee fetish. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve liked the feeling of wearing wet panties. I loved peeing in my swimsuit, and I still do. Sometimes, I wet myself for fun, and rub one out through my wet knickers.
You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this, as it’s not a pee accident story, but it’s important, as it helped lead me into that desperate situation in the first place.
Anyway, Sweet Sixteen year old, occasionally-wets-herself-for-fun, me, gets asked to babysit my younger cousin, who I’ll call Bradley, who was 11. My aunt needed to go away overnight, and she wanted me to stay with Braddles at her fancy apartment. They have a small dog that needs walking and feeding, and besides, Braddles still wet the bed sometimes, and he felt much more comfortable sleeping in his own bed. He’s a good kid, and although he’s a booger headed little boy, he’s a lot of fun to look after. We always played games and shit.
But I had another scheming plan in mind!
It involved Bradley’s bed wetting. You see, I knew the kid wore pull ups to bed, and I was starting to really indulge my blossoming interest in all things involving wet pants and panties, and I’d recently begun fantasising about what it would feel like to wear a diaper again.....
I’d been exploring online, and it opened up a whole new world to me! I wasn’t the only one like this! Other people liked it too, and they often wore diapers....
Now sixteen year old me had no access to diapers at all, unless I actually went and bought some, and there was no-fucking-way that THAT was ever gonna happen! So I’d already come to terms with the idea that I’d probably never get to ever try diapers, when my aunt asked me to look after Bradley! BINGO! Straight away I knew, this would be my one chance to try a diaper!
My aunts apartment is super nice. It’s only a small block of four apartments on two floors, but they’re like really expensive, and very posh. Very secure too. That’s why my mom and my aunt didn’t mind me staying there with the kid.
So. I get there, it’s late summer, and still very warm, although an afternoon thunderstorm was brewing. We walked the dog, and just made it back as the rain started. His mom left, and we played some video games.
He’s a good kid.
During a bathroom visit, I look in the under-sink cupboard. Success! Two opened packets of pull-ups in there! I remembered that Bradley didn’t like to keep them in his room, in case anyone should see them. So they were stored under the bathroom sink where he could put them on in private before going to bed. There was enough under the sink to suggest that one missing wouldn’t be noticeable.
Making sure the door was locked, I pulled out a pack and examined them. They were large kid sized, in a really groovy camouflage pattern, designed with boys in mind.
Boys be damned! They were the cutest thing I’d ever seen, and they would fit! Braddles was a bit on the heavy side, and if they fitted him, they’d fit me as well.
That evening, we ate dinner, played, watched tv and stuff, until I finally got him bed at 10 o’clock. I couldn’t wait! I was almost begging to put that cute little nappy on! I gave him 20 minutes to get to sleep, checked on him, then went straight for a diaper!
Back in my room, my hands were shaking with excitement, as I poked and squeezed at this cute little pull-up I held. I had absolutely no memory whatsoever of ever wearing a diaper, and I couldn’t wait!
I wore my Disney themed cotton nightie. It’s only a cheap thing from K-Mart, but I love it! I actually still use it today. It’s pink, and it’s like a little girls pattern, with a big picture of Minnie Mouse on the front. It’s short, but would be long enough to cover my diaper.
Just.
I teamed this up my white ankle socks, and I thought I looked simply adorable! Just like a little girl who needs her nighttime panties.
The next problem of course, was using the diaper. As much as I was looking forward to wetting it, it was a one-off gift from the Gods, something to be treasured. I really wanted to use it, but I also wanted to just wear it as long as possible.
So I’d come up with a brilliant idea.
I’d wear panties under it. I could wet my panties on the toilet, then put the little diaper over them! It should let me feel nice and wet, I won’t get the bed wet, and I can wear it all night! Then, tomorrow morning, I’d wet it before I shower. Perfect!
I was already wearing the underwear I wanted to wet. A pair of really cute “Hello Kitty” knickers, which were pink, with pictures. My room has its own bathroom, (told you these were posh apartments!) and having removed my sweat pants, I sat on the toilet, and completely soaked my pretty kitty knickers. I’d been holding on for a couple of hours, and actually needed to go. I must’ve peed through those panties for a good 20 seconds I reckon. The pee spread everywhere through them, making waterfalls from the back, front, crotch, and even the side, all simultaneously. I rubbed myself for a few seconds, squeezing the hot liquid out of my panties be grinding them between my fingers and my clit. I forced myself to stop before I came. I had plans for that after, maybe even wait till I used the diaper the next day? Lol. Like THAT was likely to happen! I was so horny, I’d probably give over to the Goddess of self pleasure as soon as I got into bed!
Here was the moment of truth. I gingerly stepped into the little camouflage pull-up, and reverently slid it up my legs, then between them, where they slowly and erotically caressed my piss soaked knickers, mushing them firmly against my sex.
OMG. They fit so well. I cupped my padded crotch, feeling a heat emanating from there, before I grabbed a towel, and padded my little stocking feet back into the bedroom. I lay the towel down on the bed, just in case my panties should leak, and got in.
I hardly moved at first, then I started grinding my ass firmly into the mattress. My pissy underpants spread across my backside, under the padding, and I stroked my pussy through the warm crotch.
I took my time, and eventually experienced the most intense orgasm of my entire life, even up till now, as wave upon wave of delicious pleasure washed over me. I may have even peed just a tiny bit as I came, but of course there was no way of telling by then.
Sweaty, panting, and drained, I took a few big gulps of water from the glass beside my bed, then flopped back down again. Suddenly, I felt like I could sleep for a week.
Force of habit had me pulling back the bedclothes to get up, so I could use the toilet before bed, but I’d only just had a huge pee less than twenty minutes ago.
Although I felt like I could probably go again if I tried......
Screw it. I’d just peed, and I was too tired and relaxed to move. I’d no doubt wake up during the night to go, and I’d deal with that when it happens. There was no danger of me not waking up and wetting the bed. Like wearing diapers as a kid, I don’t recall wetting the bed at all.
It’s kinda strange how I’ve ended up enjoying it now, isn’t it?
I took another big sip of water, turned the light off, and snuggled into the bed, enjoying the feeling of warm padding around my butt and girlhood. My bladder hardly nagged me. After a moment, I was able to tune it out, and I fell asleep quickly and easily.
I woke up around 3am, needing to pee. I panicked a bit at first, because I felt wetness between my legs, and it took a second or two before I remembered that I was wearing a pull-up and still wet knickers. For the briefest moment, I actually contemplated letting go in the bed. After all, I was padded, and sleeping on a folded towel. But, I knew from my previous experiences with Bradley, that they still sometimes leaked, and that was with his little kid sized accidents, so the amount I was holding would definitely end up in the bed, as once I let go, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop until I had emptied myself. Now there was no way I wanted to risk wetting my aunts bed, so I knew I had to get up and use the toilet.
I threw the bedclothes back, and swung my little socked feet onto the floor, while I fumbled with the bedside light, eventually switching it on, with my eyes squinted shut, ready for the sudden burst of illumination.
What happened next, almost scared the shit out of me. Literally.
As soon as the light came on, a very loud, strident alarm sounded.
At 3am, having just woken up, I was completely disoriented, and at first I thought that I’d inadvertently switched it on myself somehow. It took a few seconds of wild eyed fumbling before I realised that it was nothing that I’d done, but was in fact the buildings fire alarm, I could smell smoke, there was a loud banging coming from the direction of the front door, and the dog was barking!
I ran to the front door, switching on lights on the way. I didn’t even consider the stranger-danger aspect of opening the door without checking first, as I knew something was drastically wrong. Sure enough, a man wearing a bathrobe over his pyjamas stood there, looking relieved at having woken me.
He identified himself as my aunts neighbor, and I did the same, explaining exactly why I was there. We could both smell the acrid odour of smoke wafting through the hall, and knew we needed to evacuate, ASAP. I left him to go back and fetch his wife, while I ran back inside to Bradley’s room.
Honestly, that kid can sleep through anything, but wakes up fully straight away. I’m so jealous, lol.
It only took a moment to explain to him what was happening, and God bless him, he didn’t try and argue or anything, at least until he got up. He stood at the door, with a look of uncertainty on his face.
“Candy, I gotta pee first,” he informed me, clamping his little hand onto the crotch of his Batman themed footie pyjamas.
“No time little dude, we gotta go,” I said firmly, steering him towards the door. “But you’re wearing your sleep pants anyway, so don’t worry if they get wet,” I assured him.
SHIT!
It suddenly dawned on me. I was wearing his sleep pants too!
I started to turn back to the bedroom, anxious to take them off. I hadn’t bought my own dressing gown with me, and I suddenly felt very vulnerable and afraid. But, the dog was yapping, Bradley was whimpering and doing a potty dance, and then the neighbors arrived back at the open door to check on us.
I simply didn’t have time.
I picked up the dog, grabbed Braddles by the shoulder, and followed the neighbors to the fire escape stairwell. We only had to go down two flights of stairs, and within two minutes, we were standing outside the lobby, the sounds of fire engines approaching battled for dominance with the alarm.
It had been raining, and quite hard, although it had stopped some time ago. The rain had cooled things down, and although it wasn’t cold, it was definitely cooler than it had been for awhile during our hot summer months. There’s an evacuation zone meeting point in the car park, where people from the downstairs units were congregated, and we started to make our way towards them, and I gratefully put the dog down to roam around. It was becoming an effort to hold him without leaking, although he’s only a small dog.
Now the air was cool, and the puddle that I stepped in was even cooler, soaking my once pristine white socks into a dirty, semi-transparent mess.
Immediately I realised something.
I really did need to pee, badly.
The “survivors” huddled together under the pale yellow glow of the sodium arc lamp that stood near the evacuation area sign, casting worried glances at the building, then turning towards the lights and sirens of four fire trucks rounding the nearest corner, the reflection of red and blue lights magnified and refracted a hundred times over in the water that lay across the black pavement. Most of them were talking to each other, but Braddles and I were for the moment excluded from their conversations. After all, not only were we strangers, well I was at least, but they were grownups, and we were children, so our input wasn’t sought. That suited me fine. All I could think about, was how badly I needed to pee. The weird part was, we were all standing in a huge, shallow puddle, maybe an inch or two deep, but none of us attempted to move. I guess we were like sheep. There was a sign that said to stay there. Plus a light. Even lines on the ground! So we did. Even though most of us were either barefoot, or in sandals, slippers, or flip flops.
Can you imagine what it’s like, waking up to go to the bathroom, then having the living daylights frightened out of you, before traipsing outside in the middle of the damn night, only to stand in the cold air with your feet soaking in a puddle? Trust me. It doesn’t help.
I shifted my weight from my left leg to my right, which of course caused a splash in the puddle I was in, spraying my ankles with more cold water. My socks were completely saturated, all the way to the top, and my cold toes kept curling at the sensation.
It didn’t help that my panties were still wet inside my diaper, and were now cooling off quickly, enveloping my vagina in a clammy coldness.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. Here I was, finally wearing a diaper at last, but I couldn’t relax and enjoy it at all. My nightie only covered me to mid thigh, and I was constantly pulling down at the hem, both in pee desperation and modesty.
You may be asking why I didn’t just wet in my little nappy, but I was too afraid to. I’ve seen enough videos on the ‘net to know that these little kids pull ups don’t hold much, and leak easily, even when used carefully, and I felt like I was holding enough pee inside me to fill The Great Lakes. My poor bladder was aching and distended, even to the point of pain, but I knew if I gave up and let go, I’d have pee literally flooding down my legs, splashing noisily into the puddle I was sharing with at least ten other people, and the overhead light would reveal my shame to them all.
I was brought back to reality by Bradley tugging on my arm. I looked down, and he gazed back, with a look of terror on his face, and he motioned for me to lean in so he could whisper. It was pretty obvious what he was about to say, as he had one hand locked in a death grip of his crotch, and his little feet, covered by his footies, were marching up and down in the puddle. I bent down as much as I dared, keeping hold of my nightie so it wouldn’t rise up, and show my diaper.
“Caaaaannnnndyyyyy. I need to pee,” he whispered, as if I couldn’t figure that out already.
“Sorry dude. Nothing I can do,” I told him, as his bottom lip started quivering.
“I can’t hold it,” he informed me.
I looked at him. He looked very cute in his Batman pj’s. The pants were black, with little yellow bat signs all over them, and his top had a grey middle section, with a bat logo on his chest, and the arms were black, matching his pants.
He whimpered to himself, not letting go of his little pecker, and continuing to splash around in the puddle. It would be so blatantly obvious to anyone who looked at him that here was a little boy doing a major potty dance. His pants were down a little bit, and his shirt up, and his night nappy was visible around his chubby hips. I had to do something to help him.
I reached down, and snugged his pants up over his pull up, and pulled his shirt down. That hid his sleep pants at least, but didn’t fix his situation. I ran an appraising eye over his attire once more.
“Bradley,” I whispered, “you’re going to have to do it in your pants,” I said. “It’s ok. You’ve got your special underwear on.”
“NO!” He hissed, a little too loudly. “I don’t pee in my pants when I’m awake! Ever! Besides, what if I leak?”
“Braddles. Dude. It’s ok. It’s not like you’re having an accident or anything. You’re allowed too. I give you permission.”
He looked at me sideways, but shook his head, now with both hands between his legs.
“Brad. Listen to me. Your pants are black, and already pretty wet. It’s dark. Nobody will see. And if you do it on purpose, you might be able to do it slowly so your pull up doesn’t leak. If you wait too long, you’ll have a huge accident and probably make a mess. Besides, look at you! Soon everyone’s gonna know you need to potty. Trust me. If I were you, I’d go in my pull up.”
“Would you? Really?” He asked, mouth agape with wonder.
I felt like an A-Grade hypocrite then. Here I was, wearing the exact same pull up as him, and encouraging him to use it, saying I’d do it too, but I was trying not to as well. Still, I could hardly tell him I was indeed wearing one though, could I?
“Yes little buddy. If I had a pull up, I’d most definitely use it.”
While all this had been happening, the fire crews had parked, and were beginning an inspection of the building, and talking to the other residents, which of course meant that everyone was trying to speak at once, and over everybody else.
I nudged the boy. “Now Bradley. While no one is watching!”
I’m not sure if he listened to me, or started to lose control, but his legs spread, and he bowed his head to stare at his lap, while still holding his pecker with one hand. Even with the alarm still blaring, I’m sure that I heard a faint hissing sound.
Bradley’s toes curled up inside his footies, and I saw a couple of drops falling from between his legs into the puddle, and a shiny strip briefly appeared on the inside of each legs, but was quickly absorbed. Even his hand looked wet in the meagre light. There was no doubt, the little guy had just completely flooded his pants. I think he must’ve peed for nearly thirty seconds, before he shuddered, and let out a deep sigh of relief.
He looked up at me sheepishly, a glow of embarrassment on his chubby cheeks, and I could tell by looking at his butt, that his diaper was full. The bulge in his pants was obvious, to me at least, but of course I wouldn’t tell him.
“Feel better buddy?” I asked him, trying to give an encouraging smile.
“Uh-huh,” he replied, squeezing himself again, then looking worriedly at his wet hand.
“Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “It’s our little secret, and nobody else will ever know.”
At least I got a watery smile out of him. I’d almost expected a mini meltdown.
My own predicament was getting worse. The sight of him wetting himself was nearly too much for me. I couldn’t keep my feet still, and it felt like my pee hole was having contractions. It was pulsing with its need for release, and my swollen bladder ached, along with my tummy and my back. I was starting to feel actual pain.
I was just about to attempt to sneak away to the side, out of the light, and try to let at least a bit out, just to ease the strain, but suddenly there was a fireman in front of me.
He asked a few questions. What apartment we were from? Was there anyone else in there? Had there been any sort of fire or smoke from our apartment? Was I sure?
I will admit, my answers were short, mostly monosyllabic, and my tone of voice wasn’t exactly inspiring, but I was so distracted!
Just then, the dog returned, and put his paws on my legs to be picked up. More to distract myself from further conversation with the fireman than anything, I bent down to pick the dog up, and a big squirt of pee shot into my panties, and my diaper by default. I quickly stood up straight again, feeling my cold, clammy crotch instantly get warm and cozy again, although I had to cross my legs and try to look nonchalant at the same time.
The squirt didn’t help, it only made things worse. Now it felt like entire contents of my bladder were straining at my pee hole, and the warm wetness pressing against it only exaggerated the feeling. I barely heard the last couple of questions the fireman asked me, before he finally moved on to someone else.
It was official. My pants were wet. I’d had an accident. Only a minor one, but there was more to come shortly, I was sure of it. Bradley was still absentmindedly touching his wet pants, and I yearned to touch my own. Oh God. It even felt like I needed to fart.
“Stop touching your pants,” I instructed the boy, and he dropped his hand away, and stared off into the dark, glowing with embarrassment, poor kid.
Oops! Another leak. Smaller this time, but harder to cut off. It sort of trickled out, and I had to clamp down with all my might to stop it. My legs were pressed tightly together, and I felt a tiny trickle on the top of my left thigh.
Ugh. So totally not good. I was losing the battle. The urge was intensifying as my ability to hold declined. I felt a delicious warmth between my legs, as my little nappy swelled up between them, but again I managed to stop. Even the dog stopped wriggling around in my arms, as though it could sense something was wrong.
There was nothing else for it. I simply had to pee, and immediately. I was going to step into the shadows, and just let go. I just couldn’t physically hold on any longer. I turned to Bradley.
“Can you hold the pupper for a minute please Brad?”
A voice from behind startled me.
“Miss? Wait a moment please? John! Tony! Over here now please. Got a hot one! Pretty young girl with a puppy!”
I recognised her straight away. She was a reporter for our local news station! I won’t name her, or the station, but suffice to say our little city was big enough to have its own television station.
“Can we just ask you a couple of questions please young lady?”
Before I could respond, a guy with a camera on his shoulder, and another guy with a boom microphone appeared. The dazzling light on the camera was switched on, trained right at my face, and the reporter was asking me what I knew, which was absolutely nothing.
My nerves suddenly kicked in, and my bladder ached and quivered. She was going with the “Human Interest/Traumatic Experience” angle, and trying to sound concerned and invested in me as a person. All I wanted to do was scream “Goddammit! Just let me pee my pants in peace!”
But that would’ve been wrong.
The questions continued, my nerves got worse, and the frightened dog kept wiggling around. Because I was being filmed, I couldn’t exactly cross my legs and potty dance like Bradley had done before with the unselfconsciousness of a little kid, so I had to stand still and bear it.
Until I couldn’t.
During some inane question about the building, my bladder literally spasmed. Literally. It shook. Whatever muscles that had been holding it back, had suddenly had enough.
I was looking the reporter in the eye, when I felt it coming. A huge, heavy warmth flooded my little nappy, and burst past the leg guards. My inner legs were drenched in hot urine, as it ran from below my nightie, down my legs, to soak my dirty socks with a fresh warming wetness. I think because I kept my legs together, it didn’t waterfall down with a huge splash, just caressed my legs with multiple streams of varying size. I felt the warmth being wicked upwards, around and over my bum, before the trickle started on the back of my calves.
Somehow, I didn’t freeze. I finished telling her how we’d been evacuated nearly an hour ago, but hadn’t seen a fire yet. I glanced up at the camera, and it was aimed directly at my face, so my lower body shouldn’t be visible, and the Ace Reporter hadn’t glanced down either.
But when I saw the sound guy, my heart froze. He was looking from my face, to my legs and feet, and back again. He’d seen it all. His mouth was open, and he looked dazed, like he couldn’t believe what he just saw.
The interview was over in less than a minute, and the trio moved off, fresh on the hunt for more gripping interviews. But the glances back that I got from the sound guy were as almost humorous as they were continuous.
It was replayed on the morning and evening news, both times complete with my interview, but I was only visible from the boobs up, and they didn’t show me picking up the puppy.
I taped it, and i can watch it over and over, and I cannot believe I’m actually watching myself pissing uncontrollably into a diaper on live tv! It makes me horny.
Anyway, to wrap it up, there was no fire. A short in an electrical circuit melted something, and the smoke went through the air conditioning.
Bradley and I went back inside, both with saturated socks and equally wet diapers on, although only one of us knew about the latter of course! Once inside, safely on the tiled entry, Bradley took his footy pants off, and I removed my socks, and giggled at the sight of his diapered butt, hugely swollen and swinging low from his hips as he ran to the bathroom, anxious to change away from anyone else. I knew my own diaper was hanging just as low, and would flop around between my legs, if I tried to run like Bradley.
But, unlike him, I wasn’t in a hurry to take my wet nappy off at all. In fact, now I’d calmed down, I was ready to pee again, and I wanted to do it in my pants. While he cleaned himself up with wet wipes in his room, I did a deliberately dramatic potty dance in the lounge room, squeezing my pull up with a hand under my nightie, tingling with pleasure as I mushed it against my girlhood.
I calmed myself by finding my phone, and texting my aunt, and my mom, telling them about the “fire,” and letting them know we were fine. It was after five before Brad got to sleep, in a fresh pull up and Iron Man pj’s, and I could finally go to the bathroom.
I stood in the bath, counted to ten, and let go, releasing a fresh torrent of hot liquid into my Hello Kitty underpants, then into the ruined padding on my absurdly cute camouflage pull up. By this stage, it was completely non-effective for absorption, and the contents of my voided bladder cascaded almost unrestrained down my shaking legs and cold feet.
I absolutely destroyed that diaper by rubbing it, before I almost collapsed in the shower at 5:30.
So. That’s my contribution to “embarrassing pee stories,” and also a good explanation of how I became a diaper lover!
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WARNING: descriptions of self harm and issues surrounding. If you are sensitive to this please take care and do not read.
I started writing this story a few years ago and recently discovered it on my old laptop so I read it and rewrote it so hopefully it's slightly better! P.s. I'll put chapter 2 up in a day or so which forcuses more heavily on the omorashi aspect.
Chapter 1- Alice in Blunderland
A regular Thursday, or so it seemed. I had managed to drag my weary brain and body to potions class on this dreary morning. I wouldn't have usually gone when I feel the way I do, but if i'm being totally honest with myself i'm too much of a wimp to not show up for Professor Snape for more than one reason. Firstly, that dude is scary, have you seen him? What if today is the day he might just come looking for me if I don't show up? Secondly, I have to admit, theres something about that man. I can't quite explain it and i'm not even sure theres a word for it but I feel connected to him, drawn to him somehow. Like I can't possibly pass up an opportunity to be near him, I want him to know who I am and I want him to understand me. Dont get me wrong I push those feelings down. So far down infact that point number one was far winning out this morning.
I meandered the damp dungeon corridors from my common room towards the potions classroom trying to keep my mind in line and grounded. My thoughts kept drifting round in unidentified circles round and round memories and fantasies, who knows what's actually real anymore. Personally, I call this the Alice in wonderland stage. Falling and falling, nowhere to go just spinning and spiralling into the inevitable deep dark depths of who knows where. This is more professionally known as dissociation. Usually, when I end up here there's two things I can do to keep me grounded and today I was sure I might just treat myself to both. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, I'm not exactly ready to say these things out loud just yet I mean they're not exactly normal or acceptable behaviours for an eighteen year old girl.
Anyway, I sat in potions class amidst the hustle and bustle of noisy students. I took my usual spot in the back left hand corner of the room, perfect for becoming the invisible student, and pretended to look interested in what was going on in the lesson. The minutes dragged on slowly as I sat behind my desk with my chin rested upon my hands stating blankly towards the enigma of a man at the front of the room. My thoughts drifted again as sound felt like it was drowned out by the silence and swirling in my mind. I have to pee. Well that's the first more certain though I've had all day so we can thank Merlin for that. To heck with it, I took that solid thought and ran with it. That became my focus, i sat there bouncing my pale knees underneath the desk as I fixated upon my need to pee. That's when I noticed, I snapped back into reality for just a moment. Every now and then it seemed as though Snape were looking over directly to me. Just small quick glances which deep down contained a hint of intrigue and concern. I realised that my legs were bouncing quite a lot under the table and I had started to grind slightly into the wooden bench as my desperation increased which had caused my skirt to slip up my thighs ever so slightly. For anyone wondering that's definitely not a good thing which made sense of the glances of concern. I looked up with apprehension at the figure to the front of the room and my gaze was met with dark eyes now almost staring at me intently. There goes the ever so slight chance that he was just giving causal eye contact across the room, he was absolutely looking at me. Oh god he knew. I'm not thick and neither is he, he knows, he knows the two things even I'm afraid to say out loud and hes going to want to pull this thread until he reaches a satisfying conclusion to this story I just know it. In that moment of panic I let out a small bit of pee. Just the smallest bit but it caused me to still instantly. It didn't go unnoticed either, yet again he knew. Of course I would find myself the most interested in the professor that would realise what was going on. Deep down though it was almost a relief. Realising for the first time that there might just actually be someone out there who knows what I'm doing and isn't running away already. That's most unheard of, but how am I supposed to bring this one up? It's hardly a casual student teacher chat.
The class ended. Finally I could go back to bed, not without making a quick stop at the bathroom on the way. My bladder ached as I went to pack my things away and stand up I begged that I could without a show. "Miss Melody, please stay behind." Great. He really knew. I slowly packed my books away and slipped my wand back into my robes while I waited for the other students to file out of the classroom as fast as they dared. Once there was silence in the room I raised my head and saw my professor. He was sat at his dest hands clasped and rested on the desk in front of him. "Miss Melody, I do not wish to alarm you but there are some things I have not failed to notice that have caused me to question your wellbeing. Is there anything as your professor that I need be concerned about?" "No professor, I'm fine." Weak answer. I know it's not exactly convincing anybody but what am I supposed to say in an ambush situation like this? Okay you got me, I have an answer prepared in my head where I want to spill my thoughts and feelings out in a gush to the man in front of me but for some reason thos words just wont come out and I revert back to the same old lie. "You remain a terrible liar Melody. But I will be keeping a close eye on you. If you feel there is anything you wish to tell me, you know where to find me" he raised an eyebrow as he stood there watching me wriggle. I still had to pee so I tried to end the conversation by nodding and standing quickly trying to leave the room as casually as I could at that point in time. I made my way to the bathroom, all be it very slowly spurting piss into my underwear the entire way, thoughts still confusedly racing. God this is frustrating, he knows so why is he not pushing for answers? Of course hes not pushing for answers because he doesn't know that's what you want. See this is the part I find the worst. The tug of war between wanting to talk but not knowing how to start the conversation. I yearn for someone to take the pressure away and just tell me that they know and everything is okay. But time and time again here we are: stalemate. Finally I could pee, a close call, just a preview of what was to come for me that day and i was honestly looking forward to it.
I spent the rest of the day in bed just laying there thinking about what had happened earlier that morning and prepping for the events of the evening. The time had to be just right. As the last of the students in the dorm drifted to sleep, I rose slowly from my own bed, slipped on a hoodie and sweatpants and made my way silently out of the room. It was time, everything crashed all at once. I felt tears start to fall and my stomach was full with the heavy feeling that needed to be there. So I made my way out of the hufflepuff common room and I ran. I ran through corridors as tears streamed down my cheeks in a race between my body and my emotions.
I found it. My room. I'll explain how I found it later but I'm running out of time and i need to get on with this without anyone seeing what I'm about to do. Merlin I'm disgusting. These thoughts only make me cry more as I push the door open and try to slam it behind me. As soon as the door is closed my facade of control melted away and I snapped my legs crossed as tight as they would go, still crying. I pushed my hand into my crotch as I tried to keep my need to pee at bay for just a Little bit longer. I edged towards the back of the room with my legs still crossed with each step before plonking down onto an old mustard yellow armchair in the back corner of the room. Once I sat down I wriggled my bum into the seat trying to get the pressure that I craved from underneath me just to keep my urine inside. Oh god it hurt but I needed to hurt that was the whole point. Oh yeah, shameful thing number one, holding my pee till it hurts and shamelessly wetting my pants. My hand rubbed circles into myself as I was grinding my hips into the chair as I felt the first spurt escape spreading ever so slightly glistening onto my underwear. It was time. I pulled my black joggers down to my knees leaving my pale pink underwear with a less pale stain on them exposed. Not exactly my classiest look but hey who's got the time to think about that in the middle of a downwards emotional spiral. I used my free hand to pull a small box out of my hoodie pocket. Inside there was shame secret number two. A silver shining razor blade that had been recently ejected from a safety razor. Ding ding ding got it in one: cutting. I held the blade in my right hand poised above the skin on my right thigh ready to engage in a rush of emotion leaving my body. Then I felt it coming and let it happen. My bladder pulsed hard with need causing me to start spurting into my underwear and onto the chair. With each new stream I dug the blade as deep as into my skin as I dared dragging it across my skin in a row of deep red lines. All at once my pent up pee and the cursed blood of my body left me in an exhilarating expulsion of control. The feeling of piss spraying out of me and the beads of bloody dripping down my legs was the excessive sensory grounding I needed to get me back on track. I breathed heavily while I finished peeing and allowed my wounds to bleed freely for a while. My tears were dried up but replaced by my wet pants and chair. Then I heard it. Footsteps.
Shit shit shit what was I going to do there was no time? Okay, maybe it's one of the ghosts? Maybe someones just walking past? Maybe they wont come into the room? I started to panic but there was no time there was nothing I could do when... "Melody?" In that second it didn't matter how wet I was or how much pain I was in I pulled my joggers up as quickly as I could and tried to hide my shame. I already knew by the voice but I raised my head just to confirm that the man in the doorway was who I expected, well, hoped it would be. He seemed different to usual. He slowly stepped into the room and closed the door behind him never once breaking eye contact with me. He cautiously stepped towards me before reaching out. I felt his large cold hand lift my chin "Professor I... i can" I couldn't speak. I was terrified. Nobody had ever seen me like this before. "I know. You dont need to explain. I know" He was so calm and soft I'd never known him to be like this. I felt myself beginning to tear up again so I naturally lowered my head down again. Wait is that? No it cant be can it? Okay in a strange way I'm pretty sure that my Professor Snape has liked at least some part of what he has just seen? "Look, you dont need to talk to me immediately Melody, but I wont let this go not now I'm sure of what is going on here. See me tomorrow after dinner. My office." "B...but I.. i just" "no arguments." I nodded silently. He knew I was going to turn up so he didn't have to say anything more. Of course I would turn up. He made to leave the room but right before doing so he made one small action, which not only shocked me but gave me just enough comfort so that I knew he understood. As he turned to leave he raised his hand to me once more and placed it gently on my shoulder, but this time he let his dark robes and jacket slide down ever so slightly, only an inch or so down his forearm revealing a multitude of silver lines. In that unspoken moment of understanding there was a lot of calm. I was still Alice, but this time I wasn't falling. And just like that, he was gone.
Edited July 9, 2019 by AlwaysPage394
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Super glad you guys are enjoying this story here is the next chapter hopefully it lives up to the first one! Struggling with the layout having written this on my phone so just dont judge me. Enjoy!
Chapter 2 - Panic
I spent the whole next day stewing about what I had seen and heard the night before. Honestly I'm still not sure if it's actually real or if I have just imagined it completely. The entire situation kept running circles in my head which had we all know is hardly my favourite thing in the world since the whole thing brings about enough shame and embarrassment without the added pressure of snape being involved. Okay, okay maybe all I have to do is pretend that I have no idea what happened? Or that I was under a curse? Or maybe I'll get there and he wont have a clue what's going on and I could live happily in the sense that it was all just a bad dream after all.
As the hours ticked by the nerves in my stomach grew stronger and stronger making me feel really sick. Then it was time to head down to the potion masters office. Merlin I feel so sick I do not want to do this. Each step I took to his office was slow as I tried to prolong the inevitable despite the fact that I was sufficiently early or should I say tragically on time. I was stood facing the big black door of snapes office and I couldn't bring myself to knock. Merlin I probably should've gone to the toilet before I got here. Maybe I could go now? Or maybe not.
I tentatively raised my hand about to knock on the door when it swiftly opened in front of me before my knuckles could make contact with the old wood. How did he do it? How did he always just know things? Did he know I'd been stood out here like a dick for at least 5 minutes? "Melody. Sit." Fantastc. Okay so this was definitely real and thank Merlin he was keeping up his reputation as a man of very few words. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy I didn't know if I was going to vomit or straight up pee my pants. Neither of which are great options for me right now, so I sat in the dark wooden chair that was placed at his desk. He drifted past me and sat in his own black leather desk chair opposite me. "Right Miss Melody, I will not tiptoe around this situation as I feel that this will not be helpful for you. Instead, I will be asking you a variety of questions and I expect you to answer them as honestly as you are able. If you feel uncomfortable or unable to answer these questions I will instead give you an opportunity to write an answer down." It felt like every other meeting that has ever been had between a professor and a struggling student and he was saying all the right things. Could he read my mind? What am I saying of course he probably could hes snape isn't he. I nodded my head and awaited a battering of awkward and hard to answer questions.
"Right. Is this the first time this has happened here at Hogwarts?"
"No professor."
"How many times melody?" "I erm I dont know sir"
"what do you mean tou dont know?"
"I lost count sir"
He hung his head down and sighed slightly I dont know if he was disappointed or hurt.
"Is it always about the self-harm?"
"Yes professor"
"and... the accident? Was that a one off?"
I went to open my mouth and reply but no sound came out. I cant exactly sit here and be like oh yeah professor it feels amazing to be desperate to pee and then even better to wet myself like a helpless toddler. But I couldn't stop myself shaking my head. I couldn't look at him I didn't want to see his face when he realised what I was really saying.
"Would that be a no it's not about the accident or no it's not a one off?"
Merlin he was really trying to get me to say this out loud wasn't he. Still, my stomach was caught between terrified butterflies and the excitement that if I could just bring myself to say it, I might just have someone to share this with. I also still needed a wee.
"Its erm not a one off sir."
He rose from his position behind the desk and moved towards me. I could tell he wasn't used to being on let's say the softer side, so this was definitely just as awkward for him as it was for me. He went to put a reassuring hand on my forearm but out of complete instinct I flinched away. He let his hand drop and sighed. "Are you hurt?" He wasn't looking at me and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I felt like I was going to cry. I cant cry, not now not in front of snape. Time to be a big girl. "No" I don't think I've ever spoken so quietly in my life. What a loser here I am trying to convince this man that all is good and nothing to be worried about but I'm absolutely betraying myself here. He slowly reached up again but this time lifted my sleeve revealing a myriad of fresh cuts and burns. Oh god nobody's ever seen this before and now its snape? This is all happening very very fast. Yesterday he barely knew my name and now hes seeing things about me nobody ever has before. I dont know what to do. What do I even say? My thoughts raced, I couldn't look at him I raised my head and stared at the ceiling breathing heavily to stop myself from crying but the tears were still falling. He took out his wand and pointed it towards the massacre on my body silently whispering immediately clearing my skin. Wait hang on a minute. That's clear. Wait. I dont want it to be clear I want to be able to see it. I dont want it to be gone. I want more. I need more. They cant be gone. I started to panic, I couldn't breathe. Merlin, stop crying. Stop crying you idiot. I was screaming and crying. I'm hurting, I'm hurting so much right now and i just need to hurt. I caught a glimpse of my professor he realised what he had done I'm sure of it I saw it in his eyes. He knew what i wanted but he wasn't willing to put it back. "Shhhh, shhh you dont need it, you do not need it" he didnt try to make another reassuring move again, it was too soon for that, but his voice was enough " I need it please I need it please I cant." I was yelling, what an idiot. How sad is this I cant do anything but break down for the man I admire.
Why do I always do this I get close to people too quick and it becomes our relationship. Every thought, every conversation, every memory becomes connected to my messed up actions and I dont want it anymore but I just cant help myself. I want people to know because I dont want to be like this anymore but I also want to carry on because I like to see what it leaves behind I want to be a mess.
The panic continued. Then I leaked. Shit I had to pee I totally forgot, crying had almost forced it out of me what a doughnut almost weeing in front of snape for the second time in two days. I've never been so still so quickly in my life. I gripped the sides of the chair immediately silenced and focused on not pissing my pants right there. "Melody? Melody what's happened?" I know he was concerned but here I go, a selfish person yet again. Without second thought i stood up. I really have to pee right now and if I stay here no matter what's going on I'm gonna have an accident. "I have.. professor I have to go, please let me go" I stood up and made for the door I was starting to cry again. Was it from pure terror or how much my bladder hurt? Who knows maybe a bit of both just for my troubles. "I apologise Miss Melody but I cannot let you leave this room in this state just in case anything were to happen.." I cut him off, frantic. "No sir please, you dont realise I need to.. i have to.. I'm gonna" Breathless, panicking, crying. I started to pee. No no no no no no no. Not happening. I kept leaking I was trying so hard to stop it when all of a sudden a really quick gush escaped me. I yelled "NO." Why was I yelling? It couldn't help me now. I saw him still from across the room when he realised. There was nothing he could do either. There I was leant against his office door helplessly and completely pissing my knickers for him to see.
Edited August 17, 2019 by AlwaysPage394
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Found this story here: https://go2thebathroom.com/2019/03/01/a-date-with-a-problem/
Yukiko was a very pretty 18-year old Japanese school girl, living with her parents in a suburb to Osaka, doing her last year in school. Not surprisingly, many of the boys in her class had a crush on the pretty schoolgirl, and a few had tried to ask her out, but Yukiko was very “boy-shy” and always said no.
Until finally one of the boys, Miko, who Yukiko perhaps was a bit secretly fond of herself, got a shy “Okay” when he asked her to come with him into central Osaka the following Sunday afternoon. To go out during the daytime maybe seemed a bit more innocent than going out with a boy at night, to Yukiko. Little did she know that her date with Miko would end in a not so innocent and highly embarrassing way for her.
They met at the local train station where they lived a little before 11 o’clock the following Sunday, in order to take the commuter train into central Osaka. The suburb where they lived was rather distant, so it would take the train a little more than an hour to reach Osaka central station. Miko tried to strike up a conversation with the shy Yukiko during the train ride, but it was not so easy, and both maybe felt a bit awkward. Things would improve, however, as they got into town where there were many things to see and do, and thus easier to find things to talk about.
As they got to Osaka, they would mostly just gallivant around, looking at the street life and the shops in the city centre, and then spending some time in a park where they could sit or lay down in the grass next to each other, like a young loving couple. After a couple of hours, they started to feel hungry, and went to a cafeteria to have sandwiches, some snacks, and tea to drink, which Miko paid for.
Having finished the eating and drinking, Miko took the chance to use the toilet of the cafeteria. A bit shyly, he asked Yukiko if she did not want to do the same thing. Yukiko had started to feel a certain urge in her bladder, and thus been careful not to drink too much tea, but when Miko asked her about using the toilet before they left, she shyly shook her head. Yukiko was not only “boy-shy” but also “pee-shy”. Especially, the combination of those two shynesses, the thought of having to use the toilet while being out with a boy, made her very embarrassed. The urge was not very strong and persistent, so she thought that she could probably hold out over the day until she got back home. Hopefully, they would not spend too much more time in Osaka before returning home again. She had told Miko already that she had promised her parents to be home for Sunday dinner.
But after they had left the cafeteria, Miko continued to gallivant around and look into shops for another couple of hours. He then wondered if they should go and watch a movie. Yukiko shook her head. She reminded him that she was supposed to be back for dinner. Besides, by now, her bladder had really started to become full (although she did not tell Miko that), and she knew that the train ride home would also take at least one hour, maybe more if they first had to wait for the train a long time. And the commuter trains did not have toilets on board. Using the toilets at the train station she wanted to avoid, and same with cinema toilets, even if they had decided to go for a movie.
Miko accepted her “No”, and agreed that it was maybe time to head home. They started to walk towards the train station, but it took them almost half an hour to reach there, since they had been quite far away from it. As they started to get closer to the station, Yukiko became increasingly aware about the mounting pressure in her bladder. By now, it had really started to become painful. She realized that she probably would have to use the restrooms at the station, before they got onto the train, even though she would feel very embarrassed about it in front of Miko. She tried to think what phrases she would use for excusing herself when they got to the station, and left him to go to the restrooms, that would be least embarrassing and least obvious what she needed to do. But the alternative, to endure the one-hour train ride plus some additional walking and wait until she got home, seemed more and more impossible, considering how full her bladder was already.
Finally, they got to the station. It was almost 17 now, she would not be home until after 18. It also depended on when the next train would leave, on Sundays there would only be one train per hour out to where Miko and Yukiko lived, not one every ten minutes or so as during rush hours on weekdays. Miko looked at the displays for departing commuter trains, while Yukiko looked in the direction where the station restrooms were, trying to come up with a suitable phrase so she could excuse herself and go there and finally relieve herself.
“Oh, there is a train leaving in just one or two minutes”, Miko shouted and shook Yukiko. “Let’s hurry”. He set off, and Yukiko tried to follow as fast as she could with her aching bladder. None of them wanted to wait one hour for the next train. But on the other hand, Yukiko was almost desperate to use a toilet by now. She tried to shout something to Miko, but he was already ahead of her and did not hear what she said. She had to follow. Maybe, she thought, there was a slim chance this was a new train with toilets on board; she had read that they were going to introduce such trains on the longer commuter lines, too which the one she lived along belonged.
With a very slim margin, they reached the train just in time. Miko waited in the doorway of the last carriage as Yukiko caught up, and they both went in and found some seats, sitting opposite each other next to a window. Yukiko looked around, but to her disappointment this was an old train of the normal type, and no toilet was to be seen.
The doors closed and the train started to pick up speed. Yukiko knew she was trapped inside it for at least one hour with her date and an aching bladder that wanted to relieve itself as soon as possible, but had no such possibility. Peeing herself, as she had done once on a train journey with her parents a few years ago, was not an option giving her age and the fact that she was now travelling with a boy of her own age, a classmate that she would meet each day at school. She just had to hold herself and endure until she got home.
But things would get worse! Japanese trains are known for their punctuality, but this time, after a couple of station stops, the train suddenly slowed down and came to a halt in the middle of the line. After a couple of minutes, the driver announced through the loudspeakers that they would have to remain there for some time, due to ongoing repair works in front of them. Yukiko moaned, but otherwise did not say a word, as she was concentrating fully on composing herself and hold her bladder. How long would they be sitting here? She could hardly sit still, and was starting to squirm and fidget in her seat, in front of Miko.
It was inevitable that Miko would start noticing how uneasy she seemed. “Are you allright?”, he asked after some time. “Uh, Uuhh” was the only answer he got from Yukiko, both the first and the second time he asked. But the third time, after he said “What’s the matter, Yukiko? I can see you are not allright, you seem very uneasy”, she blushed and said in a strained voice “Sorry, I need to pee very badly. I do not know how long time more I can hold it”. “I could see that”, Miko said. “Try to think of something else. Hopefully, the train will start moving soon again, and you will get home”.
They did not say anything more for a while. After about fifteen minutes, the train started to move again slowly. Yukiko moaned and groaned in agony from her bladder, as the train started shaking. In that way, it had been better when they were not moving. Her legs had started trembling because of her filled bladder. She pulled at her skirt, as if that would help. At least, Miko would perhaps not notice how her legs were trembling.
As they were slowing down again and approaching the next station, Yukiko hesitantly opened her mouth and said in an embarrassed tone: “Please, can we get off at this station and look for a toilet, I do not think I can hold it until we get home”. “Of course” said Miko, “Let’s get off here and find you a toilet”.
Miko got up and got towards the doors. Yukiko remained seated until the train came to a full stop at the platform, worried what may happen if she stood up and the train made a jerk before stopping. She then composed herself, stood up and followed Miko out on the platform, all the time concentrating on squeezing the muscles around her pee-hole really tight, so nothing would leak. Miko walked towards the back end exit of the platform, with Yukiko hobbling after. Hopefully, there would be some shops and a public toilet when they got out on the street!
But this turned out to be really a back exit, or back entrance to the station, the main entrance with shops and services being in the other directions. Here, it was only a small kiosk that was closed on Sundays (so no possibility to borrow a toilet there). Otherwise, this was a plain residential area, with private houses behind walls and fences. No public toilet at the station entrance, not even a urinal in sight (if Yukiko would have been so desperate so she would have tried to use one?).
None of them knew this area. Miko suggested that they should walk along the road towards the other station entrance. Perhaps that was a bigger entrance with a public toilet, or some shops or a restaurant or cafeteria that was open on Sundays, where she could ask to borrow a toilet. They set off in that direction, although it was not easy for poor Yukiko to walk fast, even though she needed to get to a toilet fast. Sometimes she had to stop to bend over or cross her legs, with Miko looking worried at her (or was he rather excited about pretty Yukiko almost about to pee herself?). As she walked, she had to hold her hand in the front of her skirt, and press it in between her thighs to hold back the pee that was almost coming out through her pussy. Luckily enough, this was a quite area with no one except Miko on the street to see her in her delicate and desperate situation, and perhaps a few car drivers passing by that may notice something.
But somehow the road bent in another direction, leaving the vicinity of the station. They tried to take a side road instead, but only seemed to get more lost. This was not an area with straight streets and square-shaped house blocks, where it would be relatively easy to keep direction. This was a housing area with villas and narrow winding roads, where orientation was difficult. And nowhere any shop or public place where it may be possible to knock on the door and ask to borrow a toilet, only private villas. Yukiko was really feeling desperate. How much longer could she hold out before she would start peeing herself, in front of Miko?
Finally, they saw a small park with a playground and some trees and bushes at the end of the road they were walking. Maybe there would be a public toilet in the park. And, if not, there would at least be a chance for poor Yukiko to squat behind some bushes. They continued towards the small park. As they got there, Miko suggested to Yukiko that she should go behind the bushes next to the footpath through the park and relieve herself. Yukiko was hesitating and looked very embarrassed at the sheer thought of doing so, but realized she might not have any alternative if there was no toilet nearby, or she would pee herself in front of Miko soon.
They walked a bit further into the park, Yukiko with her hand pressed between her legs, looking around for a suitable hidden spot surrounded by bushes on all sides, where she could possibly squat and relieve her aching and overfilled bladder. But then Miko spotted what seemed to be an old toilet building at the other end of the footpath. They continued in that direction. Yes! There was a sign saying “Public restrooms” pointing towards the small building. Yukiko hobbled towards the end of the building where another sign said “Ladies”, with Miko now following after.
But the door to the Ladies department was closed and locked, with a sign saying “Out of order”. Yukiko pulled the handle in desperation with one hand, holding the other between her legs, but the door was locked. Now, so close to the goal, she could feel a small leak in her underpants, making them a bit damp in the front. What should she do now?
Miko saw that the door on the other side, the Gents department was open. “You will have to use the Gents toilet”, he said to Yukiko, “unless you want to go back and use the bushes instead. But do not worry, I will keep an eye so nobody else gets in while you are there”.
Yukiko had no choice, or rather, she had three choices: peeing herself, squat behind the bushes, or use the male toilet. Of these, she preferred the last option, even if it also felt embarrassing for a girl like Yukiko, being both “boy-shy” and “pee-shy”. She hobbled around the building and peeked through the door into the men’s restroom. It had one toilet cubicle behind a second door, and two open urinals along the wall. She went in and pulled the handle to the second door.
It was locked! Or rather, it was occupied, and locked! Yukiko was shaking the door in desperation, and shouting “Please come out, I have to pee now, hurry, I can’t hold myself anymore, it’s coming in my panties… “. It was no exaggeration, she could feel some more pee leaking out through her pussy into her underpants, making them increasingly damp in the front. There were some sounds from inside, and someone grunted angrily. A man’s voice. Miko came in to help Yukiko. “Please, hurry up in there, my girlfriend is about to pee herself, she has to get in and use the toilet”. Maybe it was a bit premature by Miko to call Yukiko his girlfriend already, and a bit indiscrete to say that she was about to pee herself, but at least the latter was true. There was some more grunting from inside. “I am using the toilet! Leave me alone! Why can’t she go to the ladies side?” a man’s voice said. Miko explained that the ladies restroom was closed and out of function. “Okay, if she is in such a hurry, then she can use one of the urinals outside. She only has to pee, has she?”, the man inside said.
They looked around at the two urinal bowls hanging next to each on the wall, opposite the wash basin. This seemed to be the only option left for Yukiko now. “Try to use one of those”, Miko said. I stay guard outside so nobody else comes. He moved back to the doorway, but placed himself in such a way that he could both keep an eye outside and an eye on Yukiko through the mirror above the wash basin, as she hobbled towards the nearest urinal, with her left hand tucking in her skirt in the front, pressing it in between the thighs to prevent further leakage.
For natural reasons, she had never used a men’s urinal before, and was not sure how to do. But she was desperate, she could feel some more leakage, and was about to pee herself massively any second. She put her back towards the wall, facing the room, and tried to spread her legs on either side of the urinal bowl, placing her bottom right over the bowl. With one hand, she pulled up her skirt in the back, so it would not hang down into the bowl and she would pee on it and make it wet. With the other hand, she tried to pull down her underpants as much as she could, both in the front and in the back, but not further than that they would be hidden behind the skirt in the front, should anyone see her. She was very careful to leave her blue skirt hanging down in the front, so nothing could be seen of what she was doing.
Then she tried to pee. But although she had been leaking several times, and felt as she was going to explode, nothing would come! Maybe it was because she was very uncertain about how to use the urinal and worried that much of her urine would flow down her legs, into her panties or onto her skirt, or down on the floor instead of into the urinal bowl. Or maybe as a pee-shy girl she was too embarrassed about the whole situation and worried that Miko or the man inside the toilet cubicle would come and see her. Or maybe she had simply been holding it too long, and now had problems relaxing her pee muscles.
Poor Yukiko tried to relax her muscles and shifted position a bit back and forth in order to find the best and most relaxing position. “How is it going?” she could hear Miko asking from the entrance door. He was watching Yukiko’s efforts through the wash basin mirror, although she was not aware of that. Yukiko did not want to answer. There was some trickle, and some more trickle. Then, she could hear a flushing sound from inside the toilet cubicle. That somehow triggered her flow. There was a gush of urine, and after what had felt like eternity to Yukiko (maybe a minute in reality) her stream started to flow steadily. Most of it seemed to get into the bowl between her thighs, although some of it splashed on the floor or got into her pulled-down underpants.
Just then, the door to the toilet cubicle opened and a man came out. He looked with surprise on the pretty teenage girl in front of him who was actually standing across one of the urinals and peeing. Yukiko, in shock, tried to stop the flow through her pee hole by squeezing her muscles around it to the maximum, while she pulled up her underpants with one hand and held down her skirt with the other. She was still standing across the urinal. But once it had started, it was now impossible for her to stop and control her flow. In spite of all her efforts in squeezing her muscles, there was a gush of urine in her underpants, and yet another gush, and then the floodgates opened again, but this time into her underpants, and in front of both the toilet man and Miko, who had been coming in as the toilet man came out, and as she saw Yukiko pulling up her underwear, thinking that she was done.
Both Miko and the toilet man could not help staring at her, as her pee soaked her underpants completely, before either gushing down on the floor between her feet or into the urinal bowl. This was Yukiko’s most humiliating moment ever, and the most embarrassing way to end her first date with a boy in her class she could ever have imagined! |
Perdita and Sebastian stood staring at the image of the planet that filled the huge viewing screen whilst data on its mass, gravity, atmosphere, temperature and other metrics scrolled alongside. Still watching the screen intently, Perdita spread her legs and peed on the floor.
She gave Sebastian a mischievous smile as he stood waiting politely for her to finish - she knew how much he liked it when she wet herself. Then she walked over to the Intelligence console, leaving a trail of droplets from her soaked panties. Flicking the hem of her short tunic clear, she sat at the desk and started to review the data, her slim, manicured fingers flicking deftly over touchscreens, keypads and thought sensors. She turned to him and smiled. "Its looking good" she said. "I think we should ask Ariel to wake the others".
Behind them, a rectangle sketched itself on to what had been a featureless wall. The rectangle became an open slot and a small, flat, boxlike device emerged. Hovering an inch or so above the floor, it scooted over to the puddle in front of the viewing screen. The puddle shrank and disappeared, the device returned to its slot and the wall was once again blank.
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The spaceship had been wandering the galaxy for a very long time - how long depended on your point of view. On Earth, thousands of years had passed since the ship had uncoupled from the Lagrange space station and launched out into deep space but the ship had been travelling at close to light speed so the search for a planet suitable for colonisation had lasted only a couple of hundred years on board.
During that time, Ariel, the ship's Intelligence - the archaic word 'computer' would be totally inadequate to describe her - had, with motherly care, kept the eight humans on board in a state of suspended animation whilst the ship's systems managed, monitored and, on the rare occasions it was necessary, repaired themselves. Ariel was the ship and the ship was Ariel.
Now, its exterior scarred and pitted and still with a thin dusting of frozen hydrogen on the areas that were shadowed from the alien sun, the ship was in orbit around a promising looking planet and Ariel had gently brought Perdita and Sebastian back to life, back to consciousness. On behalf of their fellow passengers, their task would be to confirm Ariel's analysis that the planet beneath them was indeed suitable to become their new home.
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Two weeks since their Reawakening - they were still using Earth's parameters to measure time - Viola lay in bed, thinking about the day ahead. Each of the eight crew members had spent the previous days reviewing Ariel's data from the standpoint of their own specialist skills. This morning they would all meet to share their findings and plan towards an eventual trip to the planet's surface.
Beside her, Lysander was still asleep. Viola needed to pee but she felt disinclined to get up just yet. Instead she stretched languorously and let her mind drift back with erotic pleasure to last night's lovemaking whilst she wet the bed.
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At Perdita's request, Ariel had configured the ship's meeting room theatre-style, with four pairs of chairs facing a lectern on a podium in front of the viewing screen.
The other couples drifted in. It went without saying that they were all physically near-perfect specimens of humanity, each with the light coffee-coloured skin and lustrous, dark wavy hair that were now the norm everywhere on Earth.
All of them were barefoot and were wearing the short, comfortable, lightweight belted tunics that were the usual indoor clothes both on Earth and on board a spaceship. With perfectly regulated temperatures and humidities there was no need for anything else apart from panties or male briefs.
When the voyage was being planned, Ariel had built up detailed psychological profiles of prospective crew members to ensure that the personalities of each of the four couples she selected were perfect matches for each other and that all eight of them would work successfully together as a team.
And Ariel's analysis had identified another trait that they had in common - all the girls liked to wet themselves and all the boys liked it when they did so. Ariel approved - their shared trait would be another useful factor in building a cohesive team. And in any case, to her it seemed perfectly logical. The ship's interior cleaning systems were 100% efficient so why waste time going to the lavatory just for a pee?
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Perdita called the meeting to order and gave a brief introduction, then invited Orlando and Miranda to the lectern to describe the planet and its atmosphere.
Orlando spoke first. The geological structure of the planet was, he explained, remarkably Earth-like. Images and graphics flashed up on the huge screen behind him. The planet was slightly smaller than Earth so gravity was about 95% of that on Earth. It's axis of rotation was not tilted - Earth is unusual in that respect - so there were no seasonal variations, and a complete day/night cycle took about 20 hours.
Standing beside Orlando whilst he was giving his part of the presentation, Miranda's mind had wandered on to how urgently she needed to pee. She really should have taken care of it earlier, she thought. She didn't want to part her legs and piss on the podium floor whilst Orlando was talking nor was wetting herself a planned part of her own presentation. She told herself she would just have to wait until she was back in her seat. She could do it there, no problem.
The end of Orlando's part of their presentation suddenly jerked Miranda's mind back to the present. Already Ariel was flashing up graphics showing the chemical composition of the atmosphere - about 80% inert nitrogen, most of the rest oxygen, some carbon dioxide and traces of various other gases - much like Earth, in fact.
"Um....weather systems....." she was bursting! ".....similar to Earth....driven by hot air rising at the Equator...upper air flows towards the Poles converted by the Coriolis effect into a west-to-east flow at mid latitudes...." she felt her panties dampen and something trickled down her left thigh ".....polar regions around zero Celsius...."
Somehow she reached the end of her presentation without completely losing control and Perdita, who had been noticing her inability to stand still, gave her a conspiratorial grin as she called Cordelia and Bassanio to outline the biology of the planet.
Miranda hurried back to her seat, Orlando following. By now, everybody else was paying attention to Cordelia's description of the planet's life-forms - a rich variety of plant life but no sign of any animals - but Orlando noticed Miranda lift her tunic slightly as she sat down followed, a moment later, by an expanding puddle as she soaked her pretty little panties and the seat beneath her. He put his arm around her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
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It was been a long meeting, with much discussion and many questions to the experts in each field, supplemented by information and advice from Ariel, given in her soft, low voice that seemed to come from all sides of the room at once. When it eventually ended and they were filing out of the room, Miranda noticed that hers was not the only chair with a large wet patch.
They had agreed that Sebastian would pilot the ship-to-surface shuttle on a series of flights through the lower atmosphere to build up their knowledge of the planet before they attempted a first landing on its surface. Miranda and Cordelia would be passengers on the first overflight, taking a closer look at the planet's atmosphere and life forms.
Finally, Perdita had announced the result of their competition to name their potential new home. There was a clear winner, voted for by almost everybody. The planet would be known to them as Avalon.
Author's note
This story is the first of a possible new series. Like my earlier Valerie series, each story would be self-contained but would also form part of a sequence.
Feedback welcome. If you think the idea is worth continuing with, suggestions for future plot lines would be much appreciated. What awaits them on the planet's surface?
Edited July 12, 2019 by Ondinist
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I'm glad I was able to find all the documents for this. This is for the first chapter of the Guild Apprentice, an interactive I ran for ended recently. This version is a rewrite of the original interactive with some parts touched up because the early chapters didn't really age well. To the people who read the original interactive I hope you enjoy this, and I hope anybody new will enjoy this.
Here is a link to GA: Part 2 which is currently ongoing: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/51233-the-guild-apprentice-part-2/?page=2
This will be getting updated every few days.
Part I
You are roused from a peaceful sleep by the sound of squeaking wheels and trotting horses.
You awaken in your carriage with your face nestled in a silk cushion. “Uuu…” You sit up, waiting for the mugginess of a rude awakening to fade. “I must’ve nodded off before we’d left town.” You think, rubbing your eyes. It’s not surprising, you’d barely slept a wink last night, the excitement of today, as well as a somewhat lumpy tavern mattress had kept you awake for most of the night. The last thing you remember is hoisting your rucksack aboard the carriage and the loud rumble of the town gate. You must’ve nodded off before you were even out the gate.
Inching yourself toward the carriage window, you peer out to get a look at your surroundings. The sun is high, peeking over the tall oak trees along the trail. It must be late morning by now; you’ve slept the entire journey. As you stretch out your arms and yawn, you look around your carriage; it’s a basic oak compartment. Easy on the eyes and even easier on your purse. A small space with two sets of seats dressed up in red cloth, a small cast iron lantern bolted to the ceiling, and a large curtain the runs the length of the whole compartment. Beneath your seat is a small nook to store your belongings, but for the journey you felt comfortable keeping your rucksack by your side.
In your weary-eyed state, you had forgotten to close the curtains before nodding off. Sunlight shimmers in through the windows, basking the carriage in a warm welcoming glow. You rub the sleep from your eyes and lean over your seat to take a glance through the carriage window. It’s a beautiful summer day in the Midlands without a cloud in the sky, birds are chirping and a light breeze is blowing through the forest, rustling the leaves. You huff, regretting that you didn’t walk the trail now. It was the perfect day for it.
You lean over, reaching for your rucksack when you spy something twinkling in the corner of your eye. Looking down, you see it’s a small ornate hand mirror tucked under the seat. You bend down and pick it up. “Strange, I don’t remember packing this.” You mumble to yourself as you raise the hand mirror to your face. How on earth did it get in your carriage? Perhaps a noble was to use this carriage and had forgotten it? There was no chance of that, no noble would be riding in such a shoddy carriage, even the thought makes you laugh. Regardless, you decide now is a good time to check yourself over. You want to look your best after all.
Gazing into the mirror, you quickly check yourself over, sweeping your hair, wiping the drool from your mouth, the usual fare for when you’d faceplant a pillow and fall asleep. Your name is Shibo Kenshiko, an aspiring mage of House Kenshiko, a magi family who hold high rank among the noble families of Orientia. Being a girl of plain appearance, the noble roots of your family did not shine through too well. Nothing in particular stood out about your looks, though you liked to think you were cuter than most girls. The recent weeks in the sun had given your skin a healthy tan, your eyes were curved and as light as the blue sky and you seldom smiled. You had long green coloured hair that would normally reach down to your shoulders, but you were fond of keeping it contained in a long ponytail.
Your outfit too lacked any air of nobility, though it did not stand out much among the people of the cities. It was quite fitting with your appearance; a simple white blouse that was far too big for you. Sadly, it was all the tailor had in stock when you needed some garments and you couldn’t afford to be too picky. It stretched down to your knees and was nearly long enough to be a dress. Along with your blouse, you wore a pair of green baggy shorts, and a pair of black tights along with a pair of leather boots that could certainly use a shine.
“I look fine.” You comment to yourself, smiling. You run a hand over your green hair and hold the mirror out to get a better look at your figure. Your clothes concealed your curves well, giving you an almost blocky figure. That was for the best. You were modest in your womanly assets; you breasts were fair and the same could be said for your backside; like a firm, well-rounded peach. Your hips had the honor of being your least modest feature; they were slightly wider than average and often it made you feel a tad… pear shaped, but you thought little of it.
Finally finished, and giving yourself a soft smile, you sit the mirror down by your side. As you do that, you notice, sticking out of your satchel, a piece of rolled up paper. That was your letter of acceptance to Fort Victoria, the capital fort of Eseriths Fighting Guild. You pull the parchment from your satchel and unroll it. On the parchment is the sigil of the Eserith Fighters Guild; two longswords crossed in front of a silver kite shield. Running across the bottom of the sigil is a banner reading the words “Always Willing. Always Ready. The famous motto. The parchment also bears your name: Shibo Kenshiko and a signature: R. Rodrin, the mentor of the site that had gotten you your Apprenticeship.
Holding that letter close to you, you sit back in your seat and close your eyes. You fantasize about your new life with a Guild. “I’m going to be a Guildhand.” You whisper the words, letting them hang on your tongue. Just speaking them makes you grin with joy as you open your eyes and once again admire the letter in your hands. Those words filled you with glee now just as much as they had when you first spoke them.
As you are sat there, letting dreams fill your head, you hear the squeaking wheels grow quiet. The horses whinny, their hooves trampling the mud and falling quiet too. The carriage grinds to a halt. That was odd, you weren’t expecting any stops until Guilden, and you certainly weren’t there yet. Quickly folding up the letter and stuffing it in your satchel, you go to see what the commotion is about. On your way past, you decide to take the hand mirror with you, but when you reach down to pick it up… you find it’s gone. “Strange…” You hoist your satchel over your shoulder and leave the carriage.
The door of the carriage swings open and you are greeted with the warm sun on your brow and a warm breeze. You can hear the rushing water of a nearby creek.
“Aye, calm yourselves!” The carriageman, an old balding man with a thick beard and heavy sleepless eyes, yells to his horses. His voice causes a robin to flee from the branch of a nearby oak.
You step up beside one of the horses, comforting the nearest one with a gentle pat on the nose. There is a narrow river running through the forest. It’s not too deep, a few twigs and stones stick out above the waters surface. No, the real concern that is causing the horses such dismay is a tree which has tumbled down, taking the wooden bridge over the river down with it.
“Oh, Miss Kenshiko.” The carriageman notices you beside the horse. He takes a wooden pipe from his pocket and sucks on it. “I’m afraid the carriage can’t go any further.” He says with a frown, the pipe hanging from his lips.
You share his frown, but only for a moment. Then, you feel a great joy in being able to enjoy this beautiful day on foot. “I don’t mind.” You smile at the carriageman. “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a carriage.” You grasp the strap of your satchel with both hands and look ahead. “How much further is it to Guilden?”
The carriageman takes a puff from his pipe, lets the smoke hang in his mouth, and exhales. “It should only be a half hour venture on foot, I reckon.” He stands up and points over the collapsed bridge. “Just follow the trail and you’ll come out on the hill overlookin’ the lake.”
“Thank you.” You reach into your pocket and throw the carriageman his payment for ferrying you so far. “I wish you a good day, sir.” With your boots to the dirt, you prepare for the final quarter of your travel. You hop across a few stones by the bridge, leap across the river and follow the road deeper into the forest. It’s beautiful, almost tranquil. The sun shines through the trees, critters scamper around your feet, chirping and chattering before vanishing into the bushes. A soft summer wind blows over you, rustling your hair. You feel relaxed as you walk briskly through the tranquil stretch of forest.
Roughly five minutes later, as you are walking along, surrounding yourself with the sights and sounds of the Riverren forest, you suddenly hear footsteps running toward you; stressful boots thumping against the dirt, closing in on you. “Hey! Wait up!” A voice calls out from behind, urging for your attention.
It’s a young girl travelling alone who beckons for your attention. She looks far too innocent to be a thief or a brigand. She is quite short, almost half a head shorter than you, her eyes gaze widely like a child and her auburn hair looks like it was cut by a drunk with a blunt knife; it was short and only got longer and messier the nearer it got to her ears. But it’s her “unique” attire that catches your eyes. She’s wearing a long mage robe with the sleeves cut off near her elbows, and a messy white shirt that looked more like an artists canopy, splattered and stained with all matters of colours and patterns. A belt full of vials, all filled with unknown concoctions of various colours, as well as a leather bandolier of potions are wrapped over her robes, and the most eye-catching of her apparel - a large wooden barrel, almost twice her size is hoisted on her back like a satchel, held in place with two leather straps that she’s grasping. The barrel hisses and a burst of steam erupts from the top. You hear it gurgling like a hungry beast from within.
The young girl, despite hoisting that gargantuan barrel, does not struggle to catch up with you. She stops when she gets by your side and catches her breath. Up close, you see just how short she truly is - her eyes just meet your breasts. That’s somewhat of an impressive feat, since you were not too tall yourself.
The girl huffs and puffs, her red cheeks inflate and deflate, her chest heaves and she pants, desperate to swallow all the air she can. Finally, she manages to blurt out some words. “Y-y-you… you’re h-heading for Guilden… right?” She struggles to speak between bouts of heavy panting. Her ragged breathing and flat heaving chest make you think lewdly. You blush, and avert your gaze. “Aha! You are! I knew you were!” She gives you a toothy grin. “I see that letter in your backpack.”
You didn’t feel the need to give a response now the girl knew. Instead, you nod. “Maybe you should put the barrel down for a moment?” You say.
“Ha!” The girl grins, her teeth showing through her smile. “Good idea!” She lets go of the straps and the barrel collapses behind her, kicking up dry dirt. “Ahhh…” She bends down, leaps up and stands up straight, stretching out her arms as high as she can. “That’s better!” She throws a hand out in your direction. “My name is Muaki!” She introduces herself, offering you her hand, which you accept reluctantly. “You say the first part like a cow!” She demonstrates with a moo, completely forgetting she had just pronounced her name while introducing herself. “So it’s Mooo-aki!” She grins. “I’m an alchemist from Waverton! A pleasure to make your acquaintance!”
Though reluctant, you still feel obliged to introduce yourself, though Muaki’s ecstatic nature makes you feel especially shy. Probably all that cheeriness. You were never that outgoing, especially around energetic people. “My name is Shibo.” You start with a nervous quiver. “Shibo Kenshiko.”
“Kenshiko?” Muaki tilts her head like a confused puppy at the sound of your name. After a moment to herself, she snaps her fingers her eyes begin to glimmer. “Ah! You’re from Orientia!” She goes quiet again, muttering under her breath and giggling. “Sorry, I was just running your name through my head! It’s really fun to say! Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. Shibo Kenshiko. You should give it a try!”
“There’s no need for that.” You say playfully. “I hear it enough almost everyday.”
“I bet you do!” Muaki does not catch on to the subtle snarkiness in your voice. “Shibo Kenshiko. Shbo. Kenshiko. It’s so fun to say!” She tenses up, scrunches her face, and clenches her fists with overwhelming glee that leaves her feeling giddy. After repeating your name a few more times, she finally gets bored of saying it. “Sorry, I’m just really excited about getting to Guilden. Do you mind if we walk together?”
“I… sure.” You say, resisting the urge to sigh. So much for enjoying the forest peacefully. But you’d feel guilty turning her down, and it was only a short walk to Guilden.
“Ha! Great! I love walking with company!” She bends down and hoists the barrel back onto her back. It gurgles. “Let’s get going!” She points onward and starts walking, hunched over with the weight of the barrel on her back.
You look at down, frowning at the sight of your scuffed boots. “I have to pee…” You mumble, hoping Muaki doesn’t hear you. That’s all that is on your mind. It had been lingering for a while but only now was it creeping up on you. Maybe it was the heat. You’d hoped to hold it in until you reached Guilden, or if the need got too demanding, you were not averse to wetting a patch of dry dirt behind a tree. But that option went out the window thanks to your newfound traveling companion. The stretch of forest seemed never ending and the tea you had downed before falling asleep was getting well acquainted with your bladder… perhaps a bit too well acquainted. “A half hour walk my fanny…”
“Shibo! Is something the matter?” Muaki looks back, noticing her walking buddy is now absent..
Pushing back the urges in your bladder, you look to Muaki and shake your head. “It’s nothing.” You would not be resorting to a childish potty dance just yet. For now, you just had to endure it. You rush on to catch up with Muaki and together with your new friend walk along the trail. |
Part II
“Hey Shibo!” Muaki yells excitedly into your ear. “Tell me a bit about yourself!”
“A bit about myself?” You try to act calm upon hearing that question, but truthfully that question shakes you down to your core. “I… uh?” It was a question you had been expecting, yet you still hated hearing it. It wasn’t one you could answer easily.
“Are you a dragon?” Muaki interrupts your rambling.
“A dragon?” Such a ludicrous question causes you to forget all the worry. “Why on earth would you think that?”
“My papa told me that dragons come from Orientia and they’re fierce fighters. So, where else for a dragon than a Fighters Guild?” A childlike sense of wonder seems to grow in her. There’s a sparkle in her eyes. “Can you breath fire? Fly? Do you have claws?”
“I’m not a dragon.” Though being a dragon would be pretty cool. At least they are renowned spellcasters.
“Are you sure?” Muaki sounds disappointed. She gestures with a finger to her lips. “You can tell me, I won’t tell anybody.”
You sigh. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself instead?” You ask her, hoping to shift the conversation away from something so ludicrous.
“Fine…” She pouts. Shame - she really wanted to hear what it was like to be a dragon. “So, I’m an Alchemist from Waverton!” Muaki starts, but as soon as she starts talking, you drown her out. She flaps her tongue, makes gestures with her hands to accompany her story, but to you it’s all a monotonous blur.
It must’ve only been five minutes, but to you it felt much longer. You’d underestimated just how desperate you were. That tea you had drank was getting more than acquainted with your bladder right now. This was a second date, and you were feeling it.
You drag your feet along, Muaki by your side with that humongous hissing barrel perched on her back. All that time you were staring into the bushes along the trail, teasing yourself with the thoughts of using them like a commode. They were flirting with you; tall dense bushes that were perfect for an unsuspecting girl to squat behind. You couldn’t. Not with Muaki with you. The thought of excusing yourself to the bushes with company waiting a few feet away… you felt your body locking down just thinking about it.
Guilden can’t be that much more of a walk. You think, shaking the thoughts of watering the leaves of an unsuspecting bush from your mind. You could hold it for a while longer. Guilden could not be more than a few minutes away; you’ve walked for a good amount of time, enough to see the sun has moved in the sky. You turn your attention to a sparrow flying overhead. It weaves between the trees before darting off over them and deeper into the woods. It certainly was peaceful out here. You had always heard stories of how tranquil the forests of Eserith were, and now you finally had the pleasure of experiencing them yourself. Boots to the dirt! That was the adventurers way after all!
Being distracted by your slowly filling bladder, and swept up by the forest scenery, you’d completely forgotten Muaki was by your side. She’s still talking aloud about her past. She speaks so quickly, gesturing with her hands like the words she is speaking are meaningless without them. Her voice had just blended in with the surrounding sounds of the forest, becoming part of the nearby river, the rustling leaves and the summer wind.
Finally, you snap back into reality and Muaki’s words become clearer and more coherent. “...and then I ended up travelling before being passed on to Fort Victoria.” She finishes with a rather proud exhale. She must’ve spoken quite a mouthful, which has you wondering how long you were adrift in your own thoughts.
You had missed her whole story, catching only the literal beginning and end. “I see…” You do what you can, mustering what you could to make it sound like you were the least bit interested. Muaki doesn’t seem to notice your lack of attention - she’s still patting herself on the back for a story well-told. You got the gist of it though: Alchemist from Waverton, that was the only part that really mattered… hopefully.
“So will you tell me about yourself now!?” She asks, lip pouting.
“In a little while. I promise.” Muaki’s pout grows until her lower lip is just a fraction from her chin. But she doesn’t protest. You felt a tad guilty about being so reserved, but it was not without reason. Maybe when you reached Guilden you could give Muaki a brief history about yourself, excluding your most… shameful moments. Maybe you could do it at a teahouse over some tea. Suddenly, with the summer heat bearing down on your brow, you begin to think of tea. You hope that Guilden would have a fine teahouse, or somewhere that would be a cut above the usual rowdy fares of taverns or booze-peddling brothels.
You walk on for a few more minutes and the trail still doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter. It had gotten warmer, that was for sure. The sun must’ve been right above you, focusing you with a lens. You sigh and wipe the sweat from your brow.
Both of you make it another five minutes before Muaki stops in the middle of the road. You hadn’t noticed at first and walked on until you realized she was no longer behind you.
“Wait! Shibo! Hold up~” Muaki calls out to you. You stop and turn to her, seeing her stretch and letting out a mighty yawn like a baby lion waking from an afternoon nap. Her arms are like twigs, how on earth did she carry that barrel? “I’m pooped!” She stands motionless for a moment, her arms held high as she looks to be deep in thought. The girl looks to be deep in thought. Suddenly, she hops off the barrel, snaps her fingers and smiles gleefully. “Drink break!” She announces, puffing out her cheeks and following up her words with a hearty sigh.
Muaki slams the barrel into the dirt and starts feverishly pulling at the back of her trousers. “Gah! I’ve got a wedgie!” She moans, wrestling with the back of her robe. With some success, she reaches into her trousers and pulls out her knickers from between the crack of her butt, and you can only tell because she grins. It looks heavy - the barrel, but that doesn’t seem to be an issue for Muaki and her twig-like arms. The wooden cylinder gives off a series of clinks and clanks as it hits the ground, as something, or some things rattle around inside like glass organs. It didn’t sound too healthy, but you go with your gut feeling and assume Muaki knows what she’s doing.
“Do you really want to call a break now? We haven’t been walking that long.” You realize, perhaps a bit too late, that Muaki has probably been on foot for her entire journey, hoisting what sounds like the contents of a roaring city tavern in a barrel on her back.
“The barkeep calls the drink breaks! And I say drink break!” She pats the top of her barrel. “I’m thirsty~” She rushes around the barrel, her robes fluttering behind her. There’s a hiss of steam that explodes more violently than the last few. You flinch as the sound takes you completely by surprise. It’s like the roar of a dragon right in your ears.
“Sorry~” Muaki shrugs. “I didn’t properly vent the pipes this morning. So they get all pent up with steam.” She mimics the barrels roar and bends down behind it. The barrel obscures her small frame and the only thing you can hear is the clinking of glasses. Your curiosity grows larger as a shot of steam bursts out the top again. “Oops~” She giggles. “I bet for the barrel all that pent-up steam is like holding in a really big wet fart!” She blows a long, loud raspberry “I bet if it could feel, letting all of it out would feel amazing.”
You feel your cheeks go red with embarrassment as Muaki giggles like a little girl. She can’t control it as the giggle grows into a laugh. Once her fit of the giggles die down, she squats and begins fiddling around inside the barrel.
As Muaki works with the barrel, causing it to shoot out more steam and let out the occasional gurgle like it had skipped breakfast, you realize this was your chance to see into the rather curious stomach of this wooden cylinder. You didn’t want to let on that you were so curious, casually walking up behind her and feigning interest at something in the forest. You take a gander by her side and peek at what the alchemist is doing out the corner of your eye. The first thing you notice is Muaki’s robe sliding down one side of her small frame, and that her trousers were far too wide for her waist. You see more than a fair deal of the Little Alchemist’s butt hanging out of her trousers, dancing as she fiddles around inside.
You look over her shoulder and get a somewhat obscured view of what is inside. You can see inside the barrel as she moves her hand to scratch her butt. There’s the large door which is roughly the size of one side of the barrel, wide open. At first glance you can clearly make out some alchemical appliances; a few beakers, some short and fat, others tall but thin, all filled with colourful fluids that are bubbling over a little pot of arcane fire. There’s a little rack of glasses that you assume are for drinking and copper pipes leading from the beakers to them.
As you watch the beakers bubble and small hisses of steam escaping through cracks in the pipes, you begin to notice an entrancing sense of order. There’s a simple rhythm to follow. Everything moved and spoke with a simple rhythm, not unlike a clock. Every little thing from the pipes hissing to the little fires brewing potions that crackled like the leaves of autumn, to the tubes pipes slowly filling the glasses in the rack. Bar some manual intervention from Muaki, who tweaks a few valves and adds a few ingredients from a small compartment, it was all automated to perfection. This must be how it feels for a doctor to admire the human body, all these pipes and faculties were like steel organs, working in their own little system.
It was impressive; never had you seen such an alchemy setup. It was simple, portable, and sturdy. But what truly makes your jaw drop is the thought that this quirky, yet effective means of portable potion-making was most likely devised by the Alchemist who got a fit of the giggles thinking about her barrel farting. She hid that knowledge of crafting and design well behind that giggling childlike face. You wonder if her potential penchant for creative endeavours ever manifests in her personality.
Now you wished to see if Muaki’s alchemy skills were as impressive as her handiwork. You peer over her shoulder and watch Muaki mix together a few of the beakers. She moves quickly, but despite her speed, she moves so delicately when she begins brewing, fiddling, and tinkering with a few valves. You keep watching with a careful gaze as she grabs two glasses, continues fiddling with the valves, and watches a single beaker fill up with liquid.
“What is it?” You ask, having a few ideas as you’re overwhelmed by the sweet scent of cherries and blueberries.
At first glance you believe it to be some form of potion, but as you let the sweet fruity sensation overwhelm your senses, you begin to wonder if it was just a simple berry, brewed so complexly. No potion you had ever smelled was so sweet, they all had the rotten reek of stale arse and went down like a week old stale egg. This sweet smell was nothing like that.
Muaki ignores your question, but she answers it shortly after in the form of a small demonstration. “Tada~” She leaps up from the barrel, pulling up a cup of purple liquid with her. She holds it high above her head in a victorious manner, letting the sun reflect a golden beam off the glass. “Muaki’s SPECIAL FRUIT PUNCH!” She holds the cup in her blistered fingers and admires it like an artist would admire their creation. She slowly puts the cup to her lips and drinks the whole thing almost instantly. “Haaa~” Her now purple-stained lips curl into a large satisfied smile. “That hit the spot!”
As she bends down to pour herself another cup of brew, you see her large eyes peering up above the barrel. She quickly squats back down and goes to work inside the barrel. After another moment, she lifts her shoulders and smiles sweetly. “It’s really good! My own personal recipe~” She pauses for a moment, looking somewhat guilty. “Oh right!” She puts her glass of juice on top of the barrel and bends back down.
After a few seconds and metallic gurgles from the barrel, Muaki hops back up; this time with a second cup of juice in a frosted glass. “Hands out please!” She asks you kindly. Without a word, she props the glass in your hands. It’s cold to the touch, and in this heat the frost on the glass feels almost unnatural. Taken in by curiosity, you didn’t resist as the Little Alchemist took your hand and placed a drink in it. You don’t even attempt to refuse her offer.
You stare down at the cup. It’s a still drink; the dark purple colour reminds you of night for some reason and the smell is delectable; it’s so strong and so sweet that you feel your mouth water just from the tangy, fruity aroma.
Muaki stares at you, eyes wide and pride on her face, gesturing with her hands for you to drink it “Try it, try it, try it~” Her gestures grow faster. |
Part III
You inspect the purple fluid nearly overflowing in the glass. Lifting it to your eyes, you give it a swill, watching the juice dance around inside with a consistency as fluid as water.
“Drink it, don’t inspect it~” Muaki watches, big grin on her face. “It doesn’t stay cold for long, you gotta drink it quick.” She gestures like she’s lifting a cup with her hand and smacks her lips.
Following the Little Alchemist’s instructions, which were no different from any other time you’d taken a drink, you raise the glass to your lips and take a small mouthful. It’s… amazing. The taste hits you the second it touches your tongue. Cherries, blueberries and strawberries, it’s a mixture of berries sweetened with sugar and chilled in a cold glass. It was delicious, you lower the glass, licking your lips and savouring the much needed refreshment.
“See? Good, huh?” There’s no need to answer, she can already tell how you feel, and it’s clearly making her smile. “My own special recipe! Come on, let’s get out of this heat for a few minutes!”
Both of you retreat under the shade of a nearby oak, sheltering yourself from the heat while you enjoy your drinks. You nurse your cup slowly, savouring the sweetness of this juice. Perhaps it was a tad too sweet, a pinch too much and too few berries to balance it out. Still, it was welcomed to keep you cool against the elements. You wrap your hands around the class, keeping your hands nice and cool, and take a big sip.
Muaki meanwhile seems to be going through glass after glass after glass. No sooner does she finish one before she’s pouring another. “Mui, do you not think you should slow down?” You try to advise her. To little effect.
She gulps down the glass, and glances over her shoulder with a puzzled expression, juice running down her chin. “I’m so thirsty~” She smiles, taking a sip from her fresh cup. “I haven’t had a drink all day and this heat~” Just thinking of the beaming sun has her downing the cup and squatting down to pour herself another one. “Have you finished yours?”
“I’m taking my time.” You reply, nursing the cup and raising it to take a tiny sip. Perhaps if you weren’t feeling the call of nature, you’d be a bit quicker finishing such a delicious drink, but with Guilden still some distance off, and being reserved to holding it in until you found a toilet, you had to be cautious.
A few minutes pass under the lovely shade of the tree. You finish your juice, while Muaki has finished another two glasses. She downed one, belched, giggled and then celebrated such a loud burp with another glass.
“Should we get going then?” You sigh as you take a glance into the sky, forced to face the blaring light of the sun. Hells, was it hot. It had been pleasantly cool beneath the shade of the trees, and you couldn’t help but feel it was getting warm.
Muaki doesn’t respond. You notice she’s not paying any attention. “Is something the matter?” You ask as you brush dirt off your butt. You look over and see her staring idly into the forest like she was in some form of trance. “Mui?” You call to her, snapping your fingers.
She snaps out of it on the third snap of your fingers. “Ha! Sorry! I, uh, was just thinking to myself.” She looked flushed around the cheeks, her bashful red face was almost snow white. She looked to be growing tense too, her loose, relaxed stance suddenly grew stiff and now she stands with her knees pressed together and her free hand clenched into a fist. “I kinda have to take a leak, but I can wait~” She puffs out her chest and grins as if that is heroic feat. “Maybe I should go easy on the juice.” The Little Alchemist ignores her own advice and greedily gulps down the whole cup. “Nah~ We’re not far off Guilden, right? I can hold it~”
She wasn’t the only one who had to take a leak, but your own needs had been known for a while. It couldn’t be much longer, you had walked for a good part of the morning.
“Hey!” She shoots an angry glare at you, or more importantly, the glass you’re holding. “You didn’t finish your juice!” Slowly, she approaches you, brow furrowed. It makes you nervous; had you upset her? Was she really so bothered you were slowly nursing your drink and not downing glass after glass? She gets close, pressing her nose against the cold glass. “Top up!” She calls out, nabbing your glass and rushing back to the barrel. “You can take it on the road!”
“I, uh… I…” You’re lost for words after such a display of intimidation. Gee, she really looked terrifying even when she’s feigning anger. “Thank you.” You splutter. “It’s really good juice.” You continue, hoping to appease the Alchemist.
With a toothy smile, she hands you the cup, now topped off and colder than ever. “You can save your appreciation until you’re done~” She produces another cup, clearly for herself.
At this point, you’ve lost count on how many drinks she’d had. You just went with it, and deep down kept hope she could hold it until town.
With your much needed water break concluded, Muaki hoists the large barrel back over her shoulders and you both continue down the road, boots tapping against the dry dirt. Stepping back into the sunlight, you’re greeted with a scorching welcome from the sun. You take a big gulp of ice cold juice to cool off.
It’s back to walking in silence, sipping at your juice and letting nature wash over you. Muaki walks alongside you, humming to herself. She seems to just be singing something she’s made and pauses every few seconds as she tries to think of a new note. The barrel on her back, as if singing in rhythm, the barrel on her back lets out the odd hiss and the glasses jiggle around with every step.
This blissful silence, complemented with… song? Is broken as Muaki can’t herself and returns to prying into your past.
“Are you sure you’re not a dragon?” She asks with no thought, sounding like she was just listing off the first thing Orientia was known for. You weren’t in the mood for this childish game, but still you respond with a shake of your head. “Are you a noble?” You shake your head. “Are you a dragon noble?” That isn’t even a thing, but you still shake your head. “Hmm…” Muaki pauses for a moment. She sips her juice with contemplation in her eyes. That was a dangerous look. “You know, I’ve heard a lot of people who leave Orientia are often Academy dropouts.” She raises a finger to her chin, thinking.
You sigh. She was persistent, but that wasn’t enough to get anything from you. Even if she had nearly hit the nail on the head. “I said once we get to Guilden. Not before.” Truthfully, Muaki couldn’t have been any more correct, but she couldn’t know that. She looked smug enough already.
“Soo~” A smug sense of accomplishment is burning in her eyes. “I was right, wasn’t I~”
“You sigh again. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” You sound like a stern mother, sick of her child.
She sighs louder, trying to rival, and outmatch your sigh. “I know~ but I’m curious~” She pouts. “You’re being all cool and mysterious!”
“I’m not being cool and mysterious! There’s just some things I don’t wish to discuss.” You finish off the last of your juice, gulping down the half-full glass. If anything, it would buy you some precious silence, hopefully enough for Muaki to stop caring. Once the glass is empty, you feel something stirring in your tummy.
Your mind is being distracted, not by Muaki, who is continually listing off racist stereotypes of your home country and how you could be associated with them, but by the feeling in your bladder. That cup of juice was already making itself known to you, cozying up with your tea from earlier. It feels like they're getting on swimmingly. It was bad enough you were already needing a commode, but now you’d gone and filled yourself up with juice.
You were topping off a barrel that was already half full. It’s not my fault… it’s hot, and the juice she makes is really good. The bushes were look awfully tempting again; a pleasant little spot where you could drop your shorts and pee. Nobody would know. It’s not like people walk around looking for where people have peed. What on earth am I thinking? Such absurd thoughts that best be ridden from your mind. You shake them off, focusing your attention on counting leaves until they’re gone.
“Hey Muaki?” Your mind finds something else to keep you distracted. “Why are you called Muaki? Is it a nickname?” In Orientian, Muaki was a slang term, often given to the poor in the slums. It was strange to meet a girl with such a cruel nickname.
She looks at you curiously, her lips splattered with juice twitching. Those purple splattered lips quickly grow into a little smirk. “Uhuh! If you’re being cool and mysterious! I’m being mysterious and cool! I’ve told you plenty and you’ve told me nothing!”
“Like I said: There’s just some things I don’t wish to discuss.” You’re a failure! Those words had been stuck inside your head since the day you’d left Monsai, the Orientian capital. “I’ll let you in on one thing in exchange.” You didn’t like the idea, but sweetening the pot would convince Muaki. “One of your guesses. One! Was correct.
Suddenly, as if the sun itself had flown into her head, Muaki’s eyes light up like fire. “You really are a dragon!?” She exclaims with childlike wonder, stars glimmering in her eyes. “Although, you suck for a dragon! I’d be soaring through the sky and spitting on people I don’t like!”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Now you are the one who gets to smile smugly.
“Okay fine~” Her young face grows on the faint smugness she’d been showing. “I’ll tell my new friend. You already know I was an apprentice with the alchemist guild in Waverton. I’ve been there for nearly all my life, ever since I was a tinsy-tiny babby. When I was a wee little green girl, there’d always be… mishaps when I was working with my stuff. Usually, I’d get covered, my teacher would get covered, and the whole room would get covered. Every time it happened he’d mutter ‘muaki’ under his breath.” She giggles, clearly recalling the memory with plenty of fondness. “But have you ever worked with things like Serkainian thornberries or Balkanan blueberries? They can be pretty hard to get out of clothes and they leave MASSIVE stains! But they also smell really sweet.” Her hands explode upwards as she emphasizes the word massive and she pulls on her robe, which is stained blue and purple. “I kept showing up to my lessons in my stained clothes because I really loved the smell of the berries.” She giggles again. “After that, my teacher just started calling me Muaki, because in his own words “I was the messiest student he ever had.” So his grumpy mutterings just kind of blossomed into my nickname, and I’ve used it ever since.”
That was quite a warm tale… though, not the most interesting. “If it’s a nickname, what’s your real name?”
Muaki stares blankly and then giggles mischievously. “Nope~” She denies you with a single word spoken slyly. “I’ve said enough~”
A few more minutes, and a few pings from your bladder later, you begin to see the treeline end. Beyond that, the road turns off left and you come out of the forest and onto a hill overlooking a large lake. In the center of that lake is an island, and upon that island, a city.
That was Fort Victoria, the largest Guildhall in all of Eserith. And your new home.
“So that is Guilden?” Your breath was taken away by the sight.
That was Guilden, hidden away behind the safety of a gigantic stone wall. The city is no little hamlet like so many towns in Eserith, it’s a full blown city obscured from sight even atop this hill. You can see stacks of smoke rising from the east section of the city and rooftops and towers barely reaching over the staggering stone wall.
But the biggest, and perhaps easiest attraction of the island, is the gigantic fortress at the far north, towering above the city, looking down on it like a guardian. The still waters behind are shrouded in shadow, as is the northern district. You were surprised the presence of such an intimidating structure did not tempt your gaze first, attracting you with the magnitude of a castle, but the rugged simplicity of a fortress.
“I guess it is.” Mukai replies, just as taken back as you were. “It looked much smaller in the paintings.” Her voice hides a faint tremour.
You turn around and look at Muaki, who is now doing nothing to hide her shameful stance or her desperation. All of that juice had finally hit her, and she was caught short on this hillside. Her legs were crossed and she bites down on her lower lip, almost chewing it. She’s clearly thinking about it as her gaze inches back to the privacy of the forest, particularly a nearby group of bushes.
“Would you like a moment?” You didn’t mind waiting if Muaki wanted to water the bushes. While the thought had crossed your own mind, you had it set in stone that you’d wait until reaching town. You had to pee, there was no escaping that, but you could conduct yourself with more dignity than Muaki could right now.
Those chewing lips quickly change back to a smile. “No need! I can hold it~” She hops up, straightens up and shuts up. The transformation is amazing, it’s as if she’s defying her bladder. She sounds so confident despite her flustered face, like a brave Magi who could hold back the mightiest flood. Though her legs were still trembling like straw.
The longer you stood, admiring the city of Guilden, the more your own needs were beginning to well up. You could feel it now, right between the legs, pressing against you. Hells, that was quick.
The walk down the hill feels like it was longer than it took. You feel regret inside you, taunting you. You regret letting Muaki top up that cup of juice, but perhaps your biggest regret was not just sucking up any shame and just peeing in the bushes. It felt so easy to hold it in then, but with each passing second the urges were growing, weighing down on you, taking control of you. A wave of desperation washes over you, worse than before. It hurt, and it takes some mental strength to keep your hands from between your legs, but you were safe from anything threatening to your panties. For now.
You have to shake off the feelings, the burning, the urges, all of it. You know that if you let yourself dwindle on it for too long, you’d end up having an accident right there. You were a girl, a Magi, a proud caster of House Kenshiko, soon to be joining the ranks of the Eserithian Fighters Guild. You needed composure, confidence, and perhaps most important of all: An unsoiled pair of panties.
If the worst came to be, not that it would, you at least kept a spare pair in your backpack. But even so, you feel your cheeks burn thinking of meeting your future Guildmaster with a soiled pair of panties dripping in your backpack. You’d heard some rumours that he was from the east, a well respected Monster hunter, a Master who commanded respect. Heaven’s, if you were to show up with tainted knickers… it’s a feeling worse than anything you could imagine. Perhaps even worse than death.
The Little Alchemist doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself as she hobbles by your side. She walks with strict, uncomfortable movements, dragging her boots across the dirt and hissing every few steps. That sparkle in her eyes is gone, the only thing you could see in Muaki was pain… and most definitely pee.
Goodness, was peeing all you could think about? You needed to take your mind off it. You could enjoy the shimmering waters of the lake, but water was the last thing you wanted to think about.
The first you’re greeted with when arriving at the bottom of the hill is the gentle sounds of the still water. Maybe on a better day those sounds would’ve been soothing. But not right now, for either of you. You grimace, lips trembling as the sounds conjure up thoughts of making some water yourself. The same goes for Muaki, who stares on straight ahead, pretending that there’s nothing here that may encourage her bladder. She huffs, clenches her fists and powers on with you across the bridge.
The wooden gates of the city seep you in shadow. They were almost as high as the wall itself, with a tower on either side, occupied by a single Arbalest. Two guardsmen protect the gate and as you both approach, they swing into action. As if coming to life for the first time, they lower their halberds, forming a cross the protects the gate. They move in unison, more akin to an android than a human. “Papers, girls!” The Guardsman on the left orders you with a strict voice. His booming monotonous voice is almost mechanical. “Guild letters, Merchant Guild letters, anything of that sort!”
You furrow your brow at the guardsmen. You were a girl, as was Muaki, though she doesn’t quite carry the dignity of a girl. She’s stood on her shaking legs and hissing, quietly muttering the word “pee” over and over. Still, the thought they’d lowered those halberds in an act of suspicious offended you.
“Of course.” You comply with their request, keeping a calm face. You do not waste time presenting your guild letter to the guardsmen. You stand calmly with your legs together as they check the letter. Just a little longer, and then we can find a toilet. You reassure yourself, those words harden your resolve and fight off the desperation for a short time.
Finally, the guardsman nods, satisfied with what you have presented. He took far longer than you’d liked just to gawk at a large sigil and some scribbles. He hands the letter back to you and directs his stern gaze to Muaki. “And you, young lass?”
The Little Alchemist nervously taps her feet, looking down at her boots. For a moment, she seems to have composed herself, but there’s a look of fear like she’s about to pee herself from the guards presence alone. “Uh, r-right away!” She gives him a feeble salute, her saluting arm trembles with nerves.
In clear view of yourself and the guards, Muaki pulls her robe aside and reaches down into her trousers. There’s an unpleasant and disgustingly fitting sound of sloshing as the vials on her belt jiggle. Finally, she pulls out the sealed parchment she had shown you earlier. “Here it is!” She sounds somewhat ashamed as she presents her own later. “I hope it’s okay.”
The Guardsman takes the letter with a look of disgust. At least you assume disgust as most of his face is obscured behind his helmet, but you saw how hesitant he was to take a letter that had been down a young girls drawers, especially when it’d been down there in this heat.
“You keep your acceptance letter in your knickers?” You whisper to her.
She tilts her head. “Do you not keep important things in your pants?”
“N-No!” You exclaim with disgust, sticking out your tongue. “That’s why I have a rucksack!”
“I don’t trust rucksacks.” She shakes her head. “Plus you can always check it’s there when you go to take a p-” She stops herself suddenly, right now the word she was about to say must be like speaking a curse. That one letter was a reminder. “N-Nevermind!”
There are no issues, except for the questionable answer of why Muaki keeps her most important items down her pants, but that wasn’t anybody’s concern. Thank goodness.
“Alright! Open up the gates!” One of them calls up to the towers.
The large wooden gate opens with a booming creak. Large gears grind and turn, slowly revealing the town of Guilden hidden away behind these stone walls. This was it. You had arrived.
“Let’s go…” Muaki mumbles. “I’m dying for a slash…” |
"Come on! Get out!"
"Would you just wait?" Scarlett says from inside the cubicle.
"I can't wait!" Beth shouts back, stamping her bare feet against the tiled floor. "I need to get in!"
"Tough." Scarlett says back, a hint of amusement on her voice.
"H-hurry!"
Beth's stood outside the cubicle, hopping back and forth from foot to foot. Neither girl has been in the pool itself yet, but it feels to Beth like she's carrying one inside her right now - and the only thing stopping her from letting it go is Scarlett - who's sat about three feet away from her behind the wooden door. She can see her feet under the door and a couple of suspect droplets of...something...that suggests she didn't reach the toilet in time.
"Oh, c-come on Scarlett!" Beth moans, leaning against the wall. "I can't hold it!"
"I only just sat down!" Scarlett says back. "I haven't even..." She says, pausing. A dull hiss and a steady stream of splashes come from behind the door. "Haah! I've only just started going!"
"N-now you're just teasing me!" Beth shouts, pressing her head into the door. She feels something warm against her skin - something warm, fresh, and something that signifies that she doesn't have long until the dam bursts.
"Come oooon!" Beth moans as she tries to ignore the pulsing feeling in her groin. The sound of Scarlett behind the door is almost unbearable - the hissing, the splashing, and the soft moans that Scarlett's quite generously and deliberately giving out.
"Sooo good!" Scarlett says from behind the door. "Phew, I really needed that, Beth!"
"S-shut up!"
"Oh god it's good though - I swear, you could see it bulging out a little before I got in!"
"S-Scarlett!"
"Gonna be real with you Beth. My swimsuit isn't totally dry - I came this close to-"
"S-Stop! Just get a move on!" Beth shouts, Looking down at herself, trying her best not to leak. "Come on, I'm about to wet my suit!"
Looking down at herself, Beth can see just how mad she's got to go. She can't see the wet spot - although she can feel it - because there's something in the way. Beth can only imagine it's her bladder, so full she can see it - she can certainly feel it, like a rock beneath her ribs. Another feeling of warmth blossoms around her groin as another leak makes its way out.
"Why aren't you using the other toilet anyway?" Scarlett says from behind the door. The splashing sounds begin to slow down to a last few drips. Scarlett lets out one last exaggerated sigh. "Oh, so good!"
"O-out of order - Let me in!"
"I've only just stopped peeing, give me a moment!"
"H-hurry!"
"How do you know I don't need to poop?"
"SCARLETT!!"
"Look I said you should pee in the pool."
"I-I'm not gonna - Hnng!"
"What?"
Beth doesn't respond - she can't - at that moment, the only things she can focus on are her bladder, and getting it over a toilet, before it empties down her legs. She's already had two small warnings, and now it feels like it's about to take control. She can't hear anything coming from behind the door now though, other than Scarlett's breathing. She bangs her fist against the door and then....
"Do you mind?" Scarlett asks. "I won't be a momen - Oh my god!"
It happened - With a huge wave of pressure from her bladder, Beth couldn't hold back. The ocean inside her erupted in a warm flood in her groin, before bursting from her swimsuit and falling to the floor with a loud splatter. Rather than fight back though, Beth decides - or more rather, her body decides - to push with her bladder. Pressing her face into the door, Beth feels her whole body tense up as she forcefully relieves herself into her swimsuit, hissing furiously as it jets out of her. She lets out a moan of 'Nnnn-haaaaah!' as relief floods up her body in a warm shiver to match the warm streams now pouring down her legs, wrapping around her thighs, calves and ankles, before falling into small puddles beneath her feet.
Almost double the size of the puddles under each foot, there's a rapidly growing third puddle directly beneath her, with fresh urine falling into it straight from the source - filtered by the swimsuit. The pale yellow stream glistens in the electric light as it falls, soaking the floor and splashing her ankles as it does. Beth arches her back as everything floods out of her, as the feeling of relief grows stronger as the full feeling she'd had moments ago grows weaker, pouring out of her.
"Can you get off the door?" Comes a voice from behind the cubicle. "I'm trying to get out."
"S-shut up." Beth spits back, pressing her head forward as she relieves herself. "I'm peeing."
"Yeah I can see." Scarlett says. "The puddles coming through the door."
"Haaah..."
"You, ah, you gonna stop any time soon? It's almost at my feet."
"T-tough." Beth mumbles, half giggling. "You did this to me." she moans.
"Hey!"
Beth doesn't respond though - and she doesn't move. She's not even halfway done - she'd been holding back an ocean, and it was going to take some time to get it all out, even in spite of Scarlett's protests.
The initial waves of releif have died off now, but the warmth running down her legs certainly hasn't. Reality becomes to come back to a now very relieved Beth. She stands up straight again, leaning off the door, and letting herself finish in her swimsuit. She laughs limply as Scarlett opens the cubicle door.
"You can stop now, Beth." Scarlett says. "Sit down and let the rest out."
"N-no point." Beth says, trying to stop grinning. "This far in, I might as well finish having this accident."
"Wow. You really had to go." Scarlett says, trying to figure out how to get out the cubicle without getting her feet wet. As she feels her toes grow warm, she decides it's best to step through it. "Couldn't you have done this somewhere away from the door?" She says, stepping in a very warm puddle as she moves away. She flicks her foot dry as she reaches dry ground.
"I can't believe you made me wet my suit." Beth says, turning to Scarlett with a slightly annoyed smirk.
"I can't believe you're still going."
"Hm?"
"Wanna get a move on?" Scarlett says, cocking her hip. "I kinda wanna go swimming today."
"Oh, yeah." Beth giggles. She clenches her body and the hissing grows louder and harsher for a couple seconds as she forces her bladder to empty now. Scarlett can see Beth's swimsuit move with the increased force from Beth's stream as it crashes out of her. It takes a couple seconds, but with the increased pressure, Beth finally finishes.
"Done?" Scarlett asks.
Beth nods.
"Feeling better?" Scarlett asks.
Beth nods.
"Let's go then."
Beth nods again and pulls at the crotch of her swimsuit, letting it slap back against her, shaking off some of the drops. The fall into the still warm puddle beneath Beth's feet. "Let's get in the pool." |
Chapter of a larger story, if readers are interested. Feel free to submit inquiries or requests for future chapters.
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Nina moaned as her alarm went off again. Her eyes followed lazily as her hand slammed onto the clock to snooze it one more time. As she made sense of the numbers on the clock, a sudden reminder jolted her awake that she was dangerously close to missing her bus. Throwing her covers off and twisting off the bed in a single, clumsy move, Nina stumbled her way along the room, getting dressed. Not wasting time finding any underwear, Nina stepped into a skirt that hung to her knees, and ignored her bra hanging on the closet doorknob as she retrieved a teal shirt, to match her eyes.
Her dark hair hung just below her shoulders, occasionally dancing forward to feel their way down her shirt. Nina cupped her breasts with a squeeze and a smile as she stared in the mirror. She was a little over six feet tall, so many of her patients were eye level with her little beauties. That often helped distract them from the fact that she wasn’t a great healer. As a kymren, Nina was able to read the minds of others, though she wasn’t great at that either. When she was though, she could use that to better treat her patients than her non-kymren peers could.
A quick brush of her teeth and a cup of orange juice later, a horrible combination when in that order, and Nina was flying out the door.
Her long legs giving her swift walk extra speed, Nina noticed a small twinge in her bladder as air rushed up her skirt between the strides. She enjoyed the freedom of going commando, and would have savored the feeling a little longer if her mind were not on her destination.
A glance at her phone revealed that she was later than she thought. Nina broke into a slight jog as she turned a corner. The bus stop was still a good half-mile off, so she knew it would be a close call. Her breasts bounced gleefully along, unaware of the predicament that a few extra moments of sleep had put her in.
“Ah, muck,” Nina breathed as she got to the top of the hill, watching the bus turn the corner and disappear. She slowed down to catch her breath, the urgency to arrive on time now irrelevant. Once her breathing was back to normal, she called her Plan B.
“Overslept again?”
“Good morning, Winna,” Nina mumbled.
“I’m going to start charging you,” Winna chuckled. “See ya in a bit.”
Nina dropped her phone back into her purse, and sauntered the rest of the way to the bus stop. Winna was a ziwix, which was useful when Nina needed a quick nap. That was how they had met. Nina had complained to another friend about not sleeping well, and the friend introduced her to Winna. Ziwix had the ability to induce sleep to people. Particularly powerful ziwix could even manipulate a person’s dreams, Winna had claimed, though she wasn’t at that level. Anyway, despite being nearly two decades older than Nina, the two hit it off into a nice friendship, particularly because Winna’s job, whatever it was, often allowed her to make her own hours.
Nina fidgeted as she sat at the bus stop alone, a reminder from her bladder that some attention would be needed soon.
Getting up to put her mind on other things, Nina meandered around the area behind the bus stop. She kicked some shrubs to see if anything was living inside, but decided to stop when she wasn’t sure what she’d do if something did spring out.
Thinking to get some more cardio in, Nina did a mild jog toward a large tree in the distance. It was far enough to get her heartbeat up, but still within view of the road for when Winna arrived. Her workout was interrupted when she got to the tree however, as she lifted her knee up subconsciously in response to a particularly powerful protest from her bladder.
Nina walked back to bus stop at a slower pace that her bladder would approve of. As she approached, someone else came running up to the bus stop. By the way she ran, Nina presumed that she was just out exercising, not another bus-goer running late. The woman did stop at the bus stop though, leaning on it to stretch her legs behind her. She rolled her neck and crossed her arms in front of her a few times before bending over toward the street, away from Nina.
“Good morning,” Nina called out, wanting to announce her presence as she drew closer, the woman still unaware of the company.
The woman straightened and rolled her neck again before turning to Nina. She squatted her legs slightly as she lifted one foot off the ground. “Morning, hon.” She did look to be in her mid-forties as Nina approached.
The woman locked her black eyes with Nina for a moment longer than Nina thought was appropriate. She felt scrutinized, and self-conscious. She pushed through the piercing gaze and puffed her chest out as she strode around the other side of the bus stop, to grab a seat. A good several inches taller than the stranger, Nina could be intimidating when she needed to be. Her attention shifted for just a moment to her bladder as she sat down.
“Need to pee, too?” The woman chuckled, squatting again, this time a little deeper.
Nina felt her cheeks burn a little. “How did you?”
“Kymren,” the woman tapped her head.
“Oh,” Nina looked away. “Y-Yeah, a little.” She crossed one leg over the other, as if her desperation increased somehow by being called out. She didn’t want to say that she was a kymren too, since she was in the presence of someone who was clearly proficient at their ability.
“I don’t know if I’m gonna make it home,” the woman confessed, exhaling as she lifted a leg. “Went for a longer run than I should have, you know?”
“I hear you,” Nina admitted with a quirky smile. “I’m waiting for a friend to pick me up. She’s going to have a wet seat if she doesn’t hurry.” Nina stuffed her hands between her legs as she uncrossed them. Her right leg bounced frantically. Being in desperate company made it less awkward to offer herself relief, but she felt that the woman’s desperation was making hers worse, too.
“We’re doomed if we don’t change the subject,” the woman laughed as she sat next to Nina. “You seem sweeter than you first let on. That’s why I read you,” she tapped again.
“Yeah, my size does that,” Nina smiled, her leg calming down. “I’m a healer, actually. So the opposite of hurting people.”
“Huh,” the woman seemed sincerely impressed. “We actually have need for a healer if you’re interested. Ever heard of The Carriage?”
“This is an awkward circumstance for a job interview,” Nina pursed her lips together. “But no, I haven’t.”
“A welcome distraction though, right?” Nina nodded. “We’re a service company that provides labor to other locations. Sometimes our labor gets injured, which is where you could come in. They aren’t always able to afford a healer, so we could provide your service, and we’ll pay you in their stead.”
Nina considered. “Honestly, I’d love the opportunity. Don’t really see myself going anywhere in the company I work for now.” Especially if she keeps arriving late to work, Nina thought. She dismissed the thought quickly, in case the woman was reading her again.
“Great!” The woman closed her eyes with a smile. “I’ve got a card here somewhere,” she pulled a small container out of her shorts pocket, lifting her knee up with a moan as her bladder was crunched momentarily. “Here you go!” she declared as she shoved the other hand with the container between her legs.
Nina thanked the woman, who introduced herself as Norida, as she considered herself oddly fortunate for missing her bus today. Had she not, she never would have met this woman. As Nina put Norida’s card in her purse, she heard her phone buzz.
“Come on,” Nina didn’t mean to say out loud.
“What’s wrong?” Norida asked as she forced herself to slowly stand.
“I just got a text from my friend,” Nina sighed, dropping her phone back into her purse. “Something at work came up, and she can’t be my ride.”
“Hon, I’m sorry,” Norida put a hand on Nina’s shoulder, then quickly shoved it between her legs. “Were you on your way to your job, by chance?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Then it doesn’t really matter, does it?” Norida grinned.
Nina smiled too. She hadn’t thought of that. What were they going to do if she didn’t show up today? Give her reason to start for Norida even sooner?
“Well I need to keep moving,” Norida headed off opposite the direction she had come. “I think there’s a gas station up here. Or at least some bushes.” She laughed. Nina blushed at the thought. “Come by The Carriage tomorrow and ask for me, or give the office a call and let us know when you can. I’ll look forward to working together!” A moment of realization hit her face. Then she pointed to Nina, then herself, back and forth. “Not a word to anyone about our little… situation, though.”
“Of course,” Nina laughed, her bladder reminding her that laughter wouldn’t be tolerated right now. “Actually,” Nina stood up abruptly and clenched her thighs together, “I think I might join you in that gas station search.”
“Glad for the distraction, hon,” Norida nodded her head toward the direction they were going, but put a finger to Nina’s chest. “But I call dibs when we get there.”
Nina’s bladder screamed in defense, but she agreed and they began their desperate journey down the hill. They chatted more about what Nina would be doing, and about Norida’s role in the company. While it was indeed a nice distraction, a part of Nina wished she was alone, so she could just shove her hands down her skirt. She figured Norida thought the same thing though, then again pushed the thought from her mind, in the presence of an experienced kymren.
What neither of them wanted though was more company, hence the collective groan as they saw a gentleman making his way casually toward them, from a side street. They couldn’t go any faster, and they dared not go slower, so they knew their paths were going to intersect.
Norida gasped as she doubled over, frozen in place. Nina was almost to that point as well. They couldn’t afford any delays. They may not make it to the gas station as it was.
Nina let out a soft gasp as her bladder started spasming. “Plan B!” she cried out as she abandoned her future employer, to run up to a nearby house. Each step was agony, but Nina powered through it, for both their sakes.
“Please! Open the door!” She kept pounding, a hand shoved inside her skirt. She could feel wetness on her fingertips.
Nina turned back to Norida. The gentleman had reached her and looked like he was talking to her. Nina was surprised to notice the wet ground under Norida. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem at all affected by the accident. She wondered if the gentleman had anything to do with it.
It was too late for Norida. But Nina still had time. Seconds. But still time.
No one inside answering; Nina interpreted that to mean no one was home. She hobbled around the side of the house, shielded from the neighbors by a privacy fence. She took another glance into the house, seeing no one, and hiked up her skirt as she squatted. As she relieved herself, she was thankful for not needing to hassle with any underwear right now.
Cutting herself off before she was caught, she lowered her skirt back down and stepped around the puddle she’d created. The ground was dry with little vegetation, so the new wetness was quite noticeable. She grabbed herself and massaged her angry bladder for a moment before she came back into view. Norida and the man were still engaged between themselves, so Nina just walked over to another house. She knocked on the door, with much less urgency this time.
She turned back to the couple in the street. Whoever he was, Norida seemed to be comfortable around him. They talked kindly to each other. She even heard Norida laugh. Nina decided to regard him as a friend. Her attention returned to the house as the door opened.
It was a kid.
“Umm, hi,” Nina straightened and composed herself, feeling it was improper to hold herself in front of a 10-year-old. She debated on whether to ask for his parents, ask him, or just barge in. Her fists clenched as she lifted a knee up, level with the kid’s chest. He openly stared at her. She was reminded of the low-hanging fruit on her chest and again straightened herself, blushing.
Preoccupied with the kid and her bladder, Nina hadn’t noticed the man quietly arriving behind her. She jumped in surprise, which is never advised for someone needing to pee, as his arm arrived next to her, reaching for the kid. With a sudden thwack, the man flicked the kid on the forehead.
“It is rude to stare so openly at a woman in distress,” the man’s smooth voice explained his assault. He was older, maybe fifties Nina thought, as she saw him with more detail now. He had his black hair tight in a long braid, hanging to his waist. She saw freckles on his face, which she thought odd for a man his age. She was calmed somehow by his eyes. They were pink, and soft, like a newborn child. After it had been rinsed, of course. Her bladder ached at the idea of water.
“This is Petras,” Norida’s voice explained. Nina turned around, taking the excuse to squeeze a hand between her legs outside of the boy’s gaze. Petras took the time to further educate the boy on proper behavior. “I checked him,” Norida tapped her head, “but he’s assured me that he’s a friend.”
Nina’s eyes dropped to Norida’s waist. Her legs were wet, but her clothing was too dark to betray a stain. “Perks of wearing black, right?” Norida lifted an edge of her wet shorts, then let it snap against her. She held up a finger. “Again, not a word of this at the office. I will disown you.”
Nina smiled, bending at the leg. “You may have grounds for blackmail in a moment.”
“I’m surprised you’ve held on this long, hon,” Norida admitted.
Nina blushed. “I may have…let some out…” she trailed off, nudging her head to the empty house next door.
“That’s cheating,” Nina put her hands on her hips.
Nina’s attention was suddenly caught by something Petras had said to the boy. She didn’t quite catch what it was, but something felt off about him. Norida already said she’d read him, but that was when he knew he was under someone’s attention.
Slowing her breathing, she continued making facial reactions to Norida as if listening to her, but Nina’s attention was on the man. She asked Norida what she liked about The Carriage, to keep her talking, and didn’t listen to her answer. She was starting to pick up on some of his thoughts, but they were fragmented and out of order. Nothing made sense. She wished she were better at this.
Her eyes went open with realization at finally getting some sense of Petras’ thoughts, but as she turned around, she froze. A large, withered hand gripped the side of the door and pulled it open further, standing behind the child. As tall as Nina was, she wasn’t even up to this man’s shoulders. His white hair was short and spiky, higher up than she was able to reach. One red eye looked lazily down at her, it’s eyebrow slightly arched. The other eye was covered with a patch. Wrinkles betrayed the great age and fatigue that this mountain of a man carried, though he was certainly anything but feeble. In her peripheral, Nina saw Petras back up a step. Nina felt a trickle run down her leg.
“Yes?” The large man breathed, annoyance and curiosity both catching Nina’s ear.
Another spasm forced Nina to grab herself. Her cheeks burned. She couldn’t move. What was she going to do? She was moments away from losing control, in front of everyone. Unlike Norida, it would definitely be noticeable on her skirt, not to mention that she was literally the center of attention right now.
“She wants to come inside, grandfather,” the boy spoke, extending a hand to her. She found it odd that he didn’t ask for his grandfather’s permission, but simply asserted the fact. Before the tall man could say otherwise, she gladly took the boy’s hand with the one that wasn’t between her legs. Mortified at how close she was, she hobbled along under the grandfather’s gaze, as the boy nonchalantly led the way.
Nina hadn’t noticed how large the house was from the outside; she was just trying to find relief. Whoever these people were, they were certainly well off. She sat her purse on the ground against the wall, half-expecting to see servants walking about. Nina wondered if The Carriage supplied labor to people like this. A sudden gasp from her bladder’s insistence made the boy look at her, puzzled. His grandfather remained at the door, a warden against any other guests.
“Hon, I’m going to get going,” Nina heard Norida call out. “See you tomorrow!”
“Thanks again!” was all Nina could muster. She wasn’t sure if it was even loud enough for Norida to hear. She paused for a second, pulling her hand out the boys and stuffing it between her legs also as she squatted. The boy looked at her, puzzled, not fully comprehending her predicament. She noticed his eyes eventually finding her breasts again, peeking out at him as she doubled over. She didn’t care. She was almost there.
“We hate to be a further burden on you,” Nina heard Petras tell the tall grandfather. “Let me assist my friend, and we will get out of your hair.” She remembered catching thoughts of ill intent in his mind when she was reading it. What was he planning? The grandfather grunted his approval as Petras casually strode toward Nina.
Painfully, she straightened, removing her hands. She didn’t trust him anymore. She couldn’t keep from shifting her weight between each foot as she tried to figure out where the bathroom was, while also watching the approaching threat. Leo stood transfixed as the naughty view he’d been entertained by, and offered no further help. “I’m fine,” she told Petras as she hobbled toward a nearby hall, hoping that it contained a bathroom. She shoved her hand down her skirt, now with everyone behind her. She could feel her lips quivering down there as they struggled against the coming flood.
“I’m sure you are,” Petras was already upon her as she reached the first door, which appeared to be a bedroom. “But let me assist you nonetheless.” He put an arm tenderly on her back, pushing her forward faster than she was comfortable going. She dared not remove her hand at this point, feeling pee run down her wrist. “Now then,” he mumbled once out of earshot of the boy’s prying attention, “I will see to it that you lose control right here if you don’t do exactly as I say.” He pressed a hand against her bladder as he reached for a door next to her. She heard the warm hiss erupt, drenching her hand. She gasped hard as she doubled over, shaking to regain control. “Do we understand each other?”
Losing interest to just seeing two backs, Nina heard the boy walk off. She was now alone with Petras. “What-,” She gasped, her eyes tight with concentration. “-do you want?” Petras opened a door behind him, revealing the bathroom. She whimpered at being so close to relief. She stuck the other hand down her skirt also.
“It involves this family,” Petras whispered, a hand softly rested on top of hers, outside her skirt. He pushed gently, as she felt more pee come out. “When you’ve relieved yourself, you will help me. Otherwise,” he pushed again. She gasped and tried to push past him, but he wedged her against the door. She heard pee hitting the tile at her feet. “I will be waiting outside the house when you’re done, and will take your skirt and shirt. I have no need for your undergarments, so you can go about your day in those.”
Nina turned crimson as she recollected that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Walking back home stark naked terrified her. She thought about trying to overpower him, once she had relieved herself, but she didn’t know if she wanted to risk it.
Another push. Another burst of pee. Both of her hands were wet. She saw a little wet spot on the front of her skirt, from what had forced itself through her hands. She was out of time.
“Okay okay okay,” Nina danced, unable to stop the slow leak that had started. “Now let me go!” She wrenched away as he released his grip, and dripped over to the toilet. He refused to shut the door though when she demanded it. He turned around though, to give her some privacy, but explained that he must convey his request before she was done, as what she needed to do started immediately.
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On the day of the first exploratory journey into the atmosphere of Avalon, Sebastian and his two passengers - Miranda, the team's meteorologist and Cordelia, the life sciences specialist - gathered in the crew refectory for a pre-flight briefing.
"The shuttle is designed primarily for trips between the ship and the surface that take less than an hour" said Sebastian. "Passengers are strapped in their seats for the whole flight so obviously there are no toilets on board.
"But as you know, on this trip we're going to be be descending from orbit into Avalon's atmosphere, making detailed observations at low altitude and then climbing back to the ship again. The whole flight is going to take about six hours. Adult nappies are an option...."
"No way am I wearing one of those!" exclaimed Cordelia.
"Me neither!" said Miranda vehemently.
"In that case, are you both OK with wetting yourselves when you need to?"
They nodded. No problem there.
"Fine by me, but there are some things you definitely wouldn't want to do in your pants. Are you sure you're both going to be all right on that score?"
The girls nodded again. They had already thought of that and taken care of it.
"Right then. Time for Ariel's special brew!" The serving hatch in the wall opened and two large glasses of liquid appeared. "Drink up, this stuff is guaranteed to prevent space sickness."
It turned out to be slightly sweet but with a pleasant citrus flavour. Sebastian watched the girls drink it all down. Then, with a wicked grin, he added "It's also guaranteed to make you pee an awful lot!"
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Sebastian led the way to the shuttle docking bay. It was the first time Miranda had seen the ship-to-surface shuttle - back on Earth they had been transported to the Lagrange space station on one of the much larger regular shuttles.
This one was short and compact with a fuselage consisting of a small cabin forward of the fusion reactor casing. At present its stubby wings were partly retracted into the fuselage below floor level. No windows of course; the cabin walls would display a 360 degree view of the outside world and screens at their seats would show the terrain beneath them.
Standing by the shuttle door, Sebastian paused. "One final thing. Once we leave the ship's gravitational field we'll be weightless for a while so if you think you might need to pee soon, best do it here. We really don't want half a litre of urine floating around the cabin in little droplets - a golden shower wouldn't even begin to describe it!"
Cordelia promptly squatted on her haunches, lifted up up her short white tunic and and wet her blue panties, two or three streams merging into a puddle between her feet.
Miranda was already feeling the need for a pee after the drink in the refectory. She squatted down and tried to relieve herself but, with the others standing waiting for her, she just couldn't get started. The more she tried the more her body refused to co-operate. Bladder shyness, at the worst possible time!. "Um.....looks like I don't need to pee just yet" she mumbled in embarrassment.
"OK then, let's go" said Sebastian, stooping to enter the shuttle by its midships door.
"Turn left for first class" murmured Cordelia ironically, viewing the spartan cabin dimly lit by its glowing ceiling. Its three seats each consisted of fine-mesh webbing stretched over a lightweight tubular frame that was bolted to the metal floor.
"Everything is designed to minimise mass" Sebastian explained. "But don't worry, the seats aren't as uncomfortable as they look. And you won't end up sitting in a puddle when you've wet yourself." He took the centre seat that faced the ship's flight console, a side-stick controller on each armrest. Behind him, Miranda took the left hand seat and Cordelia sat on the other side of the central aisle, both girls making sure their tunics were spread out clear of their panties.
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The shuttle was drifting slowly away from the spaceship. Miranda was finding that weightlessness only increased her need for a pee. She tried to concentrate on the view outside but the cabin walls showed only pitch darkness with the occasional pinpoint light from a distant star. Mistaking Miranda's apparent tension for nerves, Cordelia gave her a reassuring smile.
"As we've just left the ship, we're travelling at the same speed as it is - that's about 15,000 miles per hour relative to the planet's surface" said Sebastian. "If we hit Avalon's atmosphere at that speed we'd burn up so first we need to do a lot of slowing down. As we do so, Avalon's gravitational pull will cause us to lose altitude. We need to get the balance between forward speed and rate of descent exactly right when we enter Avalon's upper atmosphere but don't worry - Ariel is doing all the difficult sums!"
"How long will we be weightless?" asked Miranda in a worried voice.
"About twenty minutes. After that, I'll change the engine thrust vector from reducing our forward speed to stopping us falling too fast and then it will feel like normal gravity again."
Twenty minutes! Could she wait that long? Her bladder was now sending urgent signals. On the spaceship she had fallen into the habit of wetting her panties as soon as she felt any need so she was rather out of practice at holding on.
Sebastian pulled back on the left-hand stick, the shuttle began to slow and Miranda felt herself being pushed forward against her harness, increasing the pressure on her bladder. He moved the other stick to the right and the craft commenced a long, banked turn and Avalon's curved horizon came into view on Cordelia's side, the haze of its atmosphere visible above the rim, backlit by the still hidden sun.
Miranda bit her lip. How long had it been? Much more importantly, how long still to go?
The shuttle gave a brief shiver. "We're just beginning to enter Avalon's atmosphere" Sebastian said. "Its very thin at this altitude, just wisps of gas, but it will get denser as we descend and that will also help us to slow down.
There was now just one thought hammering through Miranda's mind as she crossed and re-crossed her legs; 'I must not pee yet! I must not pee yet!'
The shuttle was shuddering continuously now. Sebastian moved his right hand slightly, the craft rolled back to horizontal and the planet became visible on both sides of the craft, in daylight now with fluffy white clouds just discernible far below them.
Miranda slipped a hand between her legs and held herself tight. Cordelia glanced across. "Are you all right?"
"I need to pee so badly!" Miranda murmured in distress. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Sebastian heard her. "Do you want me to hurry up the descent? It'll be a bit bumpy if I do."
"Yes please!" Miranda begged. Cordelia reached across and gave her free hand a comforting squeeze.
The shuttle 's nose-down pitch increased, the shuddering became a buffeting and the craft bucked and yawed like a trapped animal. The descent seemed to Miranda, who now had both hands crammed between her tightly crossed legs, to be lasting an eternity.
In fact it lasted too long. Cordelia saw pee start to spray through the fabric of Miranda's seat, forced downwards initially but soon slowing and breaking up into a cloud of glistening droplets suspended in mid-air. Miranda buried her face in her hands and sobbed in shame and embarrassment.
The craft started to level out and the sensation of normal gravity gradually returned . The suspended droplets began to drift hesitantly towards the floor around Miranda's seat.
Sebastian called out over his shoulder "OK Miranda, you can pee now!"
He turned to make sure she was OK. She was still wetting herself but now the pee cascading through the webbing of her seat was falling and splashing noisily on to the metal floor.
He gave her a cheerful grin. "That's an impressive flood!" he said. "I'm glad you managed to hold on until now!"
Cordelia gave Miranda a conspiratorial wink.
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They had been flying above Avalon for nearly four hours, Cordelia and Miranda busily observing, recording and making notes whilst Sebastian focused on navigating the shuttle and avoiding any unfortunate mishaps, such as over-familiarity with any of the planet's mountain ranges. Fortunately for them, Ariel had already built up a comprehensive database of observations from the orbiting space craft and was continuously feeding telemetry to her onboard self to display, advise and, if needs be, to intervene to keep her children safe.
Sebastian had been right about the side-effects of Ariel's special brew. For the third time Cordelia paused in her work and sat with a faraway expression whilst pee poured through the fabric of her panties and the webbing of her seat to pool on the metal floor. Miranda's bladder muscles still ached from her earlier near-disaster so she had been making no effort at control, continuously leaking and spurting into her already saturated panties whilst she worked, her pee trickling through her seat to patter and drip on to the floor beneath her.
They had made a series of supersonic sprints starting at the north pole and heading towards the equator. Between each sprint they slowed to a low-altitude dawdle to sample the atmosphere and observe the land vegetation at different latitudes. These confirmed Cordelia's earlier observations from the orbiting spaceship, a rich variety of vegetation ranging from the tundra of the polar regions to an equatorial belt of tropical rainforests. Unsurprisingly, Cordelia did not recognise any of the specific plant species but overall it looked remarkably like Earth. In the equatorial region she caught an occasional glimpse of what looked like large, brightly coloured dragonflies but there were no other signs of animal life.
Bassanio would be on tomorrow's overflight and it would, she thought, be interesting to see what he might discover in the planet's oceans. Smiling mischievously to herself, she made a mental note to recommend drinking plenty of Ariel's special brew.
Eventually, Sebastian announced that it was time to leave Avalon's atmosphere and return to the orbiting spaceship. There was a chorus of protest from the girls. "But there's so much more to see!" "We're getting such fantastic data!"
Sebastian was firm. "We're coming up to an ideal slot for intercepting the ship in orbit and it will be two more hours before we get another opportunity. And, at the rate you girls are wetting yourselves, it'll be up to our ankles by then!"
"Remind me, whose idea was it for us to drink all that special brew?" Miranda asked innocently.
Sebastian chose to ignore the question. "Anyway, I'm getting hungry!"
"Next time I'll make you a sandwich!" retorted Cordelia.
"Its a deal!" Sebastian laughed. "But now it's time to get going. You'd better stop swigging from those water bottles because we're going to be weightless again once we're in orbit. Time for one last pee if you need to, then I'll get the cabin floor cleaned up.
Reluctantly, the girls stowed away their screens and notepads. Cordelia sat back in her seat and added a fourth stream of pee to the flood beneath her. Miranda wished she had had more notice of the imminent return to weightlessness - she would have stopped chugging water from her bottle much earlier. She managed to squeeze out a few drops but she was all too aware that there was going to be a lot more in the pipeline. Sebastian touched an icon and a cleaning cube appeared and bustled around the cabin, leaving a completely dry floor in its wake.
Sebastian pushed the left-hand side-stick forward. The hum of the fusion reactor became a distant roar and the shuttle accelerated fiercely. He slid the right hand stick slowly back and the craft gradually pitched nose-up until they were leaning back in their seats at a 45 degree angle. A brief shudder as they pierced the clouds then, still climbing steeply they accelerated to supersonic, then hypersonic, speeds. It was, Miranda thought, rather exhilarating. On the cabin walls the girls saw Avalon's surface rapidly recede beneath them, the curve of the planet's horizon becoming more pronounced and the sky gradually darkening from blue to pitch black.
Weightlessness returned - and with it Miranda's need for a pee. 'This is bloody ridiculous!' she thought angrily. 'It can't have been twenty minutes since the last time'. Mortified by the idea that Sebastian might insist in her wearing a nappy on future flights, she was determined not to admit that she might be in trouble for a second time.
"Sebastian, how long until we're docked?" she asked in what she hoped sounded like a conversational tone of voice. Cordelia looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. Miranda gave her a bright smile.
"It will take about twenty minutes to catch up with the ship, then a bit longer whilst we match our speed and position precisely so that the davits can lock on and haul us in" Sebastian replied.
Once again the view outside was just inky blackness punctuated by occasional points of light but eventually the shuttle began to slowly overtake the spaceship in its orbit, creeping forward along its huge flank towards the docking bay.
Sebastian juggled with the two side-sticks, the docking bay door slid open and the davits locked on to the shuttle with a clang. The hum of the reactor died away and the craft was pulled into its dock. The sensation of gravity returned.
Miranda tried to look relaxed and unhurried as she collected together her notepads and recording devices whilst the docking bay was re-pressurising. Then Sebastian released the door and the three of them walked out on to the loading bay where the other five crew-members were waiting to greet them.
Whilst Sebastian and Cordelia answered their clamorous questions - "How did it go?" "What did you see?" - Miranda stood silently beside them, pee streaming down the insides of her legs and pooling around her bare feet. |
Credits go to https://go2thebathroom.com/2016/01/25/miss-niagara-falls/
My name is Tanya, I am a 20-year-old afro-american girl, not very dark, but with a brownish skin colour, black hair and a good figure, which makes me look very attractive according to many others.
Last year I was in Norway, as an exchange student, and that is where this rather embarrassing story took place.
I lived in a student corridor in a student home in a suburb a bit outside the centre of Oslo. There, I made many new friends, and one Friday evening in the summer some of them took me into central Oslo to a pub to have some beer. It was a couple of girls and two guys of about the same age as me, or slightly older. We had a nice time at the pub, drinking beer and chatting about many things, among others differences between life in Norway and the U.S.. I told them I could show them around where I live in the U.S. if they came there, and since I am from Buffalo, I promised to show them the Niagara Falls.
When we were about to leave the pub and go home, I thought I better go to the restroom before leaving, considering the beers I had been drinking and the long way home. The pub was located about 15 minutes walk from the closest subway station, from where it was a 20 minute ride (at least) to the end station, where we had to get off and take a bus for another 30 minutes before reaching home. However, there was a long line outside the ladies restroom, and the others were about to leave, so I did not want to keep them waiting and decided to skip the restroom visit.
This I was soon to regret. I was not so used to drinking beer, and to the strong effect it would have on my bladder, but I could soon sense the effect as we were walking back towards the subway. I regretted not having gone to the pub’s toilet, and kept looking for some other place, a pub, a restaurant or a night-open shop, where I could sneak in and borrow a toilet, but everything seemed closed at this late hour.
As we reached the subway and came down on the platform, my bladder already felt quite full. Luckily, there was a bench where we could sit down and wait for the train, and this took away some of the pressure from the bladder. Unfortunately, we had to wait for a long time, almost 20 minutes, for the next train. Trains in the evening did not run that frequently, and this was the last night train, filled with people more or less drunk on their way home from pubs and parties, which meant extra troubles and delays for the train. When it finally arrived, my bladder was filled almost to the limit, and so was the train, leaving only standing space for us on the train.
This was the worst subway ride in my life. I was standing in the closely packed train, desperately trying to control my bladder, as the train was shaking and jerking. A couple of times, the train stopped inside the tunnel, as somebody had fiddled with the door mechanism, and I got desperately nervous that we would get stuck forever, making me almost wet my pants on the spot out of nervosity. My need to pee got even stronger, as people was pressing me from each side. Several times I was considering getting off at the next station to find a place to pee, but I did not want to abandon my friends, or drag them with me out of the train, and then having trouble to get home since this was the last train.
So somehow I managed to hold myself all the way to the end station, where everybody got out. But I knew I could not make it through the bus ride home, I had to pee somewhere as soon as we got out of the station. I barely could manage the walk across the platform and had to press my hand in between my legs as we were going up the escalator, or I would start to wet my pants. My bladder felt as it was going to burst by now.
The subway station was located next to a shopping center which surely would have some public toilet, but now in the middle of night the shopping center was closed. As we got up, I told my friends that I desperately needed to go to a toilet, before I could get on the bus. Apparently, the only option was a urinal on the other side of the bus station. The two guys said they also needed to go, and offered to take me there.
I had no choice but follow after them, although walking was not easy in my desperate state. One of the guys was already in, and the other waiting outside, as I reached the urinal, a tiny one-man construction surrounded by bushes on the back of the bus station. It was obviously designed for men, not for women, and I had seriously considered going into the bushes next to it instead, had not the two guys been so close-by. As the first guy came out, the second guy was offering me to go ahead of him, possibly noticing my desperate state. But I was shy about using the urinal with him waiting outside, and shy about showing how desperate I was, and said I could wait.
But I could hardly wait anymore. Standing outside and listening to him peeing forced me to cross my legs and bend forwards, to stop me from peeing in my pants on the spot. Still as I squeezed and pressed my pee hole, I could feel a few squirts coming out and my underpants getting wet. However, I somehow managed to hold the pee flood back until it was my turn at the urinal.
I quickly got in and unbuttoned my jeans. The urinal consisted of a metallic bowl in the floor, and some bars to stand on. The door could not be locked from inside, and had an opening both at the top and the floor, leaving spectators quite a good view inside. I turned myself facing the door (opposite to how the guys were standing), hastily pulled down my pants and underpants, and squatted with my bottom over the bowl in the floor. Then I released the flood.
It appeared that the two guys, rather than walking back to the two other girls at the bus stop, kept waiting for me just a few meters away from the urinal. From their position, I realized when it was already too late, they got a very good view under the door (which left a 3-4 dm gap next to the ground) into the urinal and on to my private parts, as these were releasing the flood. I could hear them giggling and laughing. Since the pressure in the bladder was so big, the pee did not go straight down, but rather made a fountain-like jet out in front of me, towards the door, becoming even more visible from outside. Much of the pee did not flow into the bowl behind me, where it was supposed to go (and would go for all men), but rather onto the floor in front of me and even out of the urinal onto the pavement outside of it.
Then I could hear one of them shouting to me:
“Hey Tanya, you do not need to bring us to the U.S. to show us the Niagara Falls!!”.
This is how I became known by some of the guys in Norway with the somewhat embarrassing nickname Miss Niagara Falls. |
So I've had this story idea trapped in my head for weeks and i really need to get it out so like. this is my first omo fanfiction so please be nice aaaa
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May 14, Sunday, 12:51 PM.
Cassandra's eyes flutter open, and her consciousness takes in the scenery of her dorm room, her presence on the planet. The memory of her dream drifts away like sand, and the lonesome girl lies there, putting off the need to get out of bed.
It's been a long week for Cassandra. The 19-year old part-time retail worker is normally quite social and peppy, but has been overworked the past week, having to work six eight-hour shifts the past week, as opposed to the usual three. Yesterday, on Saturday, she spent the eight hours groggily sifting through grocery items and using up all of her mental energy counting change. The moment she arrived back at her dorm that day, she basically conked out on the spot. The relief of finally getting to sleep in was overwhelming, but it's not all Cassandra had planned for her Sunday.
See, Cassandra's roommate has been gone for the weekend, to see their parents. In addition, they have no homework they need to worry about now (besides an essay due at the end of the week but let's not think about that kay?), which is the perfect opportunity to... take some time for herself. De-stress. Focus on... something else. for example...
Even before today she had been setting this up. That Saturday, she set a rule for herself, a simple rule. That rule was that she only got to empty her bladder once. That one opportunity she got was intended for her to be able to get through her sluggish work session without the extra fork of having to focus on something else AND her pee; Something she would normally be able to handle, but still, that was her sixth work day that week. As such, by letting go of her bladder at about the two-hour mark, and by spending the last few hours of work making sure to stay extra hydrated... the young woman woke up carrying urine from over twenty-four hours ago. It did not take long for her to remember this.
As such, Cassandra slid out of bed with an incredible pressure, a glorious weight, pressing hard against her urethra. When her feet hit the floor, she could feel the large balloon she was pressing back send shock waves of bliss throughout her pelvis, a feeling that led to a quiet moan escaping. Once again; utter bliss, but it's not gonna last long. She has her exact record set at twenty-five hours and twelve minutes before completely losing control, a time she has yet to beat. Today, however, she decides that she's gonna commit to doing so, and in an extra special and particularly daring way.
The first thirty minutes are spent dolling up. Cassandra is quite a beautiful young woman, with a striking figure; She has powerful hips and thighs, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves to let them sway as she walks to catch eyes (when she's actually feeling decent). Plus, her breasts are D-cuppers, which she is proud of. However, she isn't just a butt and a pair of titties tied together with sticks, either: she has a bit of stomach, of course, but she is also quite strong; she doesn't have muscles ripping through like a bodybuilder, because that's... well, unrealistic and unhealthy, but it's clear that she's not a weakling if you take a look at her biceps; and, of course, her sphincter muscles. Cassandra spends the time putting on her makeup- a blissfully torturous affair, having to hold back from bouncing in order to get the wings right and such. Twenty minutes pass while she does this.
The remaining ten minutes are spent on deciding an outfit. Since it's hot she decided on a sunhat, but the other two choices are far more important. The first was a pair of high heels, which are infamous for making it much harder to hold the weight of an aching bladder... but even more importantly is her jumpsuit. Cassandra chose to wear an incredibly alluring green jumpsuit: it's backless, going down low enough to almost expose the curves of her butt; it is completely form-fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination; but most importantly of all, she's wearing it without underwear. No bra, no panties, no nothing. It's just the jumpsuit between her and the world. And there's no getting out of it. No pulling it out of the way to pee, no taking it off as she would expose herself... and an incredible, wonderful pressure it exerts. This is how she goes out into the world.
Water bottle and purse in hand, Cassandra carries the weight of her bladder out of her dorm and down the hall, holding on tight, feeling its intense jiggle as hops down the stairs. She doesn't want to be too conspicuous with the actual people at her college, but once she gets outside and gets off campus property, she lets her fullness show. As she walks, she openly holds tight on her crotch, crossing her legs, bending down... yet, the whole time, she has on an air of confidence, leading with her pelvis when she can, letting her bulge be prominent... and, very occasionally, letting drops loose. Just a few, not enough to reach a full spurt... at first.
About another twenty minutes have passed since she left, and she has arrived at the park. Cassandra takes a big gulp of her water bottle and peeks at her watch... It is 1:46. Twenty-five hours and sixteen minutes since her sphincter muscles have had the ecstasy of letting hot pee gush past them... twenty-five hours of holding the liquid of bliss inside a balloon superior in size to a cantaloupe. Cassandra chose this park for a few very particular reasons: it's popular, so there are spectators; it's far from home, so there's no possibility of being able to head back to pee, or get spotted by her friends at college; but most importantly of all, it has no toilets. Nowhere to drop the massive amount of pee Cassandra holds inside her pelvis, nowhere but the seat of her own jumpsuit, and nowhere to hide to do so... she smiles at the thought.
At this point, Cassandra's crotch has a decently dark stain, but it's only visible from up close. She wants to change this... she opens her legs, right there, puts her hands over her crotch, and lets it slip out... the feeling is of incredible bliss and naughiness, knowing that everyone can see... she sighs to herself lightly... but then, three seconds later, she cuts it off with an incredible bout of force. the stream sputters to a stop after about two seconds of deceleration, and her crotch and inner thighs are noticeably stained and wonderfully warm. At this point, Cassandra is painfully horny, and simply wishes to let it all out right there... but she doesn't.
Instead, Cassandra goes for a walk. she isn't holding on tight, though... enough that a drop gets released every few seconds or so, at least at first... she lets her hips sway, lets the weight of her bulging bladder exacerbate her momentum, lets the shockwaves of intense desperation course through her as her bladder bounces with every step. She knows people are watching, there's a woman over there, resting on a bench with a book... about Cassandra's age, and no less hot. She knows she's staring, watching her hips sway like a pendulum, her crotch and inner thighs grow increasingly darker as pee drips down, leaving elegant, naughty strokes of dark paint. She knows the look in her eyes, she knows that she's... intrigued. Cassandra knows this because she gives people that look all the time. It's a look of a subtle twinge inside one's heart, a subtle yet unmistakeable twinge.
It's been seven minutes, and Cassandra's inner thighs are deeply wet... and yet, her bladder still aches, pulses with intensity, with ecstasy. The trail of pee that follows behind her has gotten increasingly dark and wide, and a few drops of bliss escape every second. Cassandra passes a wink and a smile to her audience, who now carries her full attention... while Cassandra begins to lower her pelvis towards the ground. Eventually, she is squatting there, one eye on the girl with the book, rear pointed off to the side, where she can get the perfect view... as the flood loosens, and finally falls. Cassandra's head falls back in ecstasy as the glorious pressure and weight finally falls from her pelvis, soaking the crotch of her inescapable jumpsuit. It falls down, sprinkling along the seam right between her buttcheeks, as she quivers lightly.
The sprinkle of Cassandra's pee against her crotch, adhering it to the material of her jumpsuit, creates an utterly marvelous and powerful feeling. She holds her crotch and gives herself a light but incredible stroke of pressure as her steaming urine gushes out of her, as she gives a glance back towards the girl on the bench... a deep blush is shared between them. But then... suddenly, she raises her hands and makes some motions. it takes some effort to make out, but Cassandra is able to tell... it's sign language. The girl on the bench is signing her phone number.
As she is interested in language and wishes to communicate with all sorts of people, even across barriers, Cassandra actually knows sign language. she passes a thumbs up, and commits her number to memory, as she signs her own number back, with a wink.
One minute into Cassandra's stream, and it's still going strong. Her jumpsuit is soaking wet at the crotch, and pee continues to flow forth, but she wants to put on a show from all angles. As such, with a bit of effort, she stands up and faces directly away from the girl on the bench as she lets her hair fall back and strokes her fingers over her stream, across the fabric of her jumpsuit. Pee continues to gush forth, through her clothes, through her fingers, as it bursts down and soaks every inch of the inside of her pants, staining it all dark. It dribbles down and contributes more and more to the large puddle sitting there at the sidewalk, as her audience watches in awe. Cassandra sighs as the warmth of her pee hugs and wraps around her thighs, and as more and more of the blissful liquid gushes out.
Eventually, finally, at the two-minute mark, Cassandra's stream slows to just a few drops. Her bladder is empty, her pantsuit soaked, her mind bursting with eroticism. She strokes a finger across the wet material over her crotch, before turning around and giving the girl on the bench one last wink.. With that, she begins the trek home, smiling to herself as she takes in the eyes of all those who saw her in her pantsuit, the one that had its most erotic parts stroked with pee.
Fifteen minutes later, she arrived back at her college, and is able to sneak back into her dorm. It's exciting trying to get the door open while standing there with your hot butt sticking out, covered in piss... she hurries into her dorm before immediately beginning to stroke herself, masturbating directly through the now-cold fabric of her skintight jumpsuit. A powerful orgasm builds up under her hands, before eventually, with a deep moan, it bursts forth, sending shock waves of primal pleasure throughout Cassandra's body.
Now, she simply stands there. Tired, horny, wrapped up in a skintight jumpsuit. She peels it off to hop in the shower, coming out refreshed and tired. She checks her phone, and decides to dial something onto her phone.
The person on the other side calls back after a few rings.
"Hey. Are you the woman in the green pantsuit at the park?"
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thank you for reading!!! ❤️ if you want to know, i actually do have a picture of the jumpsuit cassandra wore, or at least a very similar one. I found it on a niche and.... frankly, very very horny fashion site. here it is: https://www.gitionline.com/products/copy-of-neon-spots-jumpsuit?utm_source=criteo&utm_medium=display&utm_campaign=lowerfunnel |
Foreword: So... Yeah. This basically started as a dumb joke that like four people saw and somehow turned into a full story. It's definitely something, I hope at least some people will enjoy the peculiar style I've written in this time. Since it's a small-ish story I didn't get anyone to do a read-through on this one - I hope that the quality doesn't suffer too badly as a result.
Note that the story is standalone and probably won't have any sequels or prequels. Probably.
Enjoy!
The City of Plex
Our protagonist, magical trickster Elln, has found herself in quite the pickle! Accepting to deliver a package for the Scrambled Wizard had seemed like easy money, yet had proved to be not so. In her eagerness for a big payment she had foolishly uttered the word “yes”, which was all the wizard needed to work their enchantment into Elln’s unprotected mind. She should have been more suspicious of the wizard – between her and the delivery point lay the implacable southern wastes and certain death for an unaware traveler.
No matter, she had crossed the Irgut Sea by disguising herself as a high priest of the marine god Glamuzt and stealing one of their incredible scrolls. She had made her way past the Monodands of the haunted Helmut Moor, and the great Tundra of Yarwhel where nothing lives. Elln the Eclectic would by no means be held from her destination and freedom.
Still, traversing the jungle had proved an impossible task, the great chatter of the region’s two-faced monkeys greatly confused Elln, and she always seemed to end up where she started at jungle’s edge when the sun set. Elln would hardly give up, but she could recognize a futile effort when she saw one – and promptly decided to search the area for someone who might explain the peculiarities she had run into and how to avert them.
Sustenance was for the first time in a long while, not a problem – the edge of the jungle had trees bearing juicy and flavorsome fruits which Elln ate with no reservation since her innate magic would warn of poison. Eventually she came upon an unexpected sight – domed stone houses and paved roads, and a great observatory.
Certainly, Elln had not expected to run into civilization so far to the south – the roads led nowhere, and the village seemed to lack a harbor, yet it did not suffer the signs of abandonment and ruin. Boldly, Elln knocked on the wooden door of the building closest to her. Gently the door opened, revealing a woman perhaps three to five years older than Elln.
“I inquire for the means to travel the jungle, and a place to stay the night. In addition, I would make use of your facilities after a long day of travel.”
“A visitor in Plex, indeed! It is best you quickly learn our ways to avoid a costly mistake.”
“I concur – but then may I borrow your bathroom first, so I can hear your explanation in full and without any discomfort?”
“Such is not the way of Plex!”
“Then where can I relieve myself? I am not without urgency, you see.”
“All in due time. The center house holds many facilities one can use at a fee.”
“A fee! Surely the people of Plex have other options or else face financial ruin.”
“By no means. The lord sorcerer owns these lands, and while fruit is plentiful and consumed without penalty, thusly taxes are collected. I would advise against relieving yourself elsewhere – such acts often prove costly for the offender.”
Elln had noticed a restlessness about the woman, and now she knew why. After days in the jungle, she carried only a small sum of money – presumably not enough to pay the fee. Elln would have to hatch a scheme, and as she squeezed her legs together, realized she would have to be quick about it, too.
The center house was easily recognizable since it was larger than the other houses and was seeing considerable traffic. If this truly was the village’s only bathroom this might be explained, yet the folk of Plex must be truly daft and backwards if they would willingly follow such draconian laws. Surely, Elln could take advantage of this backwater foolishness – convincing the right people to let her use the toilet should be a trivial affair.
Before entering the facility, Elln took a quick detour into a secluded alleyway. Making sure she was unobserved, she activated her magic cloak with a shake. Once for a pauper and then again and she became dressed as a lady of birthright; a billowing yellow dress with plenty of lace.
When entering the center building she took great care as to appear regal, adjusting her posture and expression. Within, she came face to face with a pale woman behind a large wooden desk.
“We offer two such services; firstly, ordinary service for 3 pieces” The desk-lady points at the queue of women. “secondly, for a mere 17 pieces we offer extravagant service.”
Such devilry! The ladies of Plex would undoubtedly keep their toilet visits to a minimum, so that when they did in fact enter the manifold sounds of relief would no doubt prompt a hasty decision. Despite the significantly lower price for the “ordinary” facilities, many must have been forced to pay the great premium of “extravagant” just to skip the queue, Elln mused. She was only in the possession of a single piece, which she had hoped would pay for a simple meal and lodgings.
“Of course, as I am a woman of great import, I shall be using the extravagant service.”
“Excellent! Please place your deposit into this tube. It will serve as your key to open the extravagant facility, so be mindful of it.”
“I see! However, a lady of my stature would not carry cash, and my escort lags behind.”
“That is not a problem. I promise to ensure one extravagant facility remains available to you until their arrival.”
“Surely you can accommodate me better than that! I have traveled far and who knows when my escort will arrive? Why, I could take one of your tubes and fill it up later!” Elln ensured some signals of her need reached the desk-lady, a slight hunch forward and a few fidgets interspersed throughout the conversation.
“By no means! Unless the tube has been filled with coin, it won’t open the door. I am certain your aide will arrive in good time and should they not, all know that women of higher status are in possession of strong mental and physical fortitude to withstand and endure as a true lady does.”
Elln did not appreciate the desk-lady toying with her in this manner, yet just before she started to protest a girl from the “ordinary” queue left it to rush towards the desk.
“Please allow me to use the “extravagant” facilities and quickly now, I have the coin.” The girl was distressed in both the tone of her voice, as well as her frenzied movements. The source of her misfortune could have been discerned by a man blind or deaf, though probably not both at once.
“Unfortunately, I have promised the currently unoccupied “extravagant” facility to the highborn lady right here, who currently waits for her aide.” This desk-lady seemed a deviant to Elln, who took such a delight in the misfortune of women in need of a bathroom.
The distressed girl turned to Elln pleadingly. Under her dress, she seemed to be doing everything a woman can to keep herself contained and though her dress hid her legs, the sound of her shoes against the stone floor expressed a feverish though doomed dance. Elln was not heartless.
“You may let this girl ahead of me. Clearly she is of lesser stock and will not last, unlike myself. I shall be off to fetch my servant, who must be loitering or lost.”
The girl gave Elln a look of intense gratitude. She snatched the tube after the desk-lady filled it with her coin and haphazardly started to walk towards the “extravagant” facilities. Elln was shocked to witness the girl start the process of hoisting her dress before she even entered the bathroom – and in such a public place no less! Elln quickly left the building, as even the “ordinary” queue offered no guarantees and her situation was, in all honesty, getting quite dire. Turning right out of the center house, she made for the nearest alleyway.
Out of sight, she once again shook her cloak and uttered the magic word to return her dress to travelling attire – a pair of sturdy trousers and a tunic were far more suited than a dress to her task at hand.
Once safely in the alleyway Elln wasted no time in checking her surrounding and did not spend a second admiring the slight bulge of her belly pressing against her belt. Instead she simply removed her trousers and undergarments, tossed them aside unto the cobble, and positioned herself against a wall.
Elln had no skirt or dress to hide herself under as a well-bred lady might, and no cover of darkness that might obscure a woman of lower repute. She herself was bared, as was her deed, to any who might pass or even peek into the alleyway. Indeed, such a thing could be called careless or even callous. Most definitely was it shameless – even a sailor wife and barmaid would blush at such a display. Elln urinated fiercely and noisily upon the stones, even allowing herself to twice pass gas onto the street – her relief was total and she would be denied nothing.
What she hadn’t noticed, and would come to notice far too late, was the gathering of sorcerous mist upon the streets and all around her. Elln had good reflex and a quick mind, certainly, yet at her own vulnerable moment of bliss she had dropped her defenses – she could not notice the encroaching danger…
Edited July 18, 2019 by DerivativeWings
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The Pressure to Pamper: Prologue
The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake for editing, and Captain L for providing the idea for this story
Warning: Contains an 800-year-old loli peeing and getting into lewd shenanigans. Make sure the FBI aren’t watching.
"Be careful on your way to work today! It's gonna rain, you know?"
Kuroto Nakano sighed as he finished putting his raincoat on over his work suit. "As always," he replied.
"And make sure you don't work through your lunch break again! It's very important you get your nutrition."
"Of course." He looked at the bento box full of a lovingly-prepared meal inside his suitcase before closing it.
"And don't let them make you spend another night at the office! They've already done that to you twice this week!"
He finally turned around with a weary smile. "I'd say you're working just as hard as I am today, Senko-san."
The eight-hundred year foxgirl puffed her cheeks out. "Well, I have to! You've been run ragged these last few days.” She spoke only truth; she could already see the dark miasma regrowing around him, and he hadn’t even left his apartment yet.
Nakano sighed again. "It can't be helped. We're approaching our deadline, so we've had to crunch to get it all done." He put a hand to his face. "At least it'll be over after today."
“Hee hee…” Senko put on her determined face. “Then I’ll make sure to pamper you extra hard to celebrate when you get home tonight.”
To this, Nakano gave a warm chuckle. “I look forward to it.”
“Mm!” Senko nodded and put her hands together, returning his smile with one of her own.
Suddenly, Nakano’s phone vibrated from inside his pocket, and an alarm sounded shortly after. “Ah! I need to get going now. I’ll see you whenever I get home. Take care, Senko-san!” he hurriedly said as he stepped through the front door.
“Don’t work too hard!” Senko cheerfully replied before the door closed shut.
Only the hum of the air conditioning could be heard now, with Senko staring motionless at the front door, waiting for the possibility of Nakano coming right back in. Seconds dragged by as the entire apartment remained still, until...
“Aah, finally!”
Senko let her guard down the moment she was sure Nakano wasn’t coming back. Her hands pressed right into her groin while her legs pushed together from the knees up. Even her luxurious orange tail wrapped around her waist in an instinctive attempt to press harder. With no more eyes on her, she could finally address her biggest problem that morning, namely the pressure that was close to bursting inside her.
Despite spending months with Nakano to the point where they were comfortably taking baths together, there were still some barriers Senko was not ready to break. Openly admitting her need for a bathroom was one of them; she didn’t even like to use the toilet while he was home lest he heard noises not meant for human ears.
Naturally, this led to some difficulties. On rare occasions, Nakano would be fortunate enough to come home from work early. While she was happy he wouldn’t be suffering under a grueling job, it also meant she would have to hold her tinkle for the remainder of the evening. If she was especially unlucky like this morning, Nakano would wake before her and she would wait until he was out the door. She might have been able to hold past the normal human capacity, but even an eight-hundred-year-old goddess had her limits, and she was nearing those very limits right now.
“Gah, toilet!” Senko turned about on her sock-clad feet at once and waddled to the water closet, stepping in and locking the door behind her right away. Nakano's squat toilet looked heavenly in that moment, almost enough to make her feel excited over something so mundane and unsightly.
Senko could feel her hold slipping away just by looking at it, so she went right to work getting into position. Stepping one foot on each side of the toilet, she grabbed her ankle-length skirt on both sides and rolled it up as far as it could go. She lowered her body until her rump was exposed and hovering above the waters, her tail lifted up and out of the way already. Only one barrier remained, that being her red undergarments, which she pulled to her raised knees with a free hand, once the other hand was safely keeping her dress lifted.
Just like that, Senko was ready to let go of all that pesky pressure inside, at least physically. She still had to pause and take a couple breaths to relax enough to get the flow going. Even when she was surely by herself, just being inside his apartment added one more mental barrier she had to pass before her urine could do the same.
But luckily, it wasn't long before she felt things moving down below. Soon enough, a light dribble of gold fell from between her open legs, staining the waters below and creating a trickling sound. From there, it quickly built into a respectable stream, flying farther and higher until it struck the inside of the bowl jutting upwards. The small room filled with indecent noises that made her ears twitch, from the ringing of the bowl to the hiss from Senko's sacred shrine.
Peeing in Nakano’s bathroom was never not an embarrassing act for Senko, but she found it difficult to focus on that in the moment. Faced with the strong sense of relief radiating from her groin and the fact that she was truly alone, she felt helpless against her urge to express her satisfaction.
“Uyaaaaaannn...” Senko’s mouth fell open and eyes fell shut as she found herself relaxing into another satisfying morning pee. Lost in this bliss, it reminded her of the days long before modern civilization, where she would often be surrounded by the sights and sounds of nature as she did her business, whether it ended up on the grass or in a gently-flowing creek. There was a pleasant peacefulness to answering nature’s call in its domain, nothing like the sterile and constrictive toilets of today. Still, it wasn’t all bad here. Privacy was at least guaranteed with all these walls. There were some close calls with wandering humans almost stumbling on her in mid-pee back in the day, forcing her to cut the stream and quickly disappear with her clothes often getting lightly wet in the process.
She couldn’t help it; centuries of life had given her a capacity far greater than what her petite figure would imply. Even over a minute into her pee, the stream had not slowed in the least. The relief had tapered off at this point, leaving a sheepish Senko squatting with a hand on her blushing cheek. "I need to watch how much tea I drink at dinner," she openly thought.
Fortunately, her tinkle time didn't last much longer. The stream fell into a light trickle that lasted for maybe ten more seconds before giving out completely, leaving only the occasional drop falling straight down into the yellowed waters.
“Ah, much better!” Senko could only smile, having rid herself of all that discomforting pressure with Nakano being none the wiser. All that remained was to clean herself up and move on. First up was to make use of the toilet paper, perhaps her favorite modern human invention. It was so gentle but also thorough, leaving her feeling clean and dry after just a couple wipes. It was much more effective than using her foxfire to dry it all out, and leagues better than scrounging for rough leaves that could give her a rash.
With that taken care of, Senko pulled her smallclothes back to where they belonged and stood up, letting her skirt fall back into place. She pulled the toilet handle, sending her waste off to who-knows-where, then departed the toilet. Her next destination was the sink, where she gave her hands a good washing, lightly humming as she scrubbed until they were spotless. The best pampering could only happen with the cleanest hands, after all.
Speaking of, with her mind finally off her bathroom urges for now, Senko could return to her biggest concern of the day: how to help Nakano relax after what would surely be another grueling day at the office. It would have to be something special after the hell he had been put through recently, but just what would that be? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she needed to think of something soon.
That kind of thinking was best done in the rest of the house, however. With a smile and a swish in her tail, Senko left the bathroom ready to commit herself to serving Nakano as best as she could.
(A/N: The next part to this story will be here soon... ish. Probably. I hope.) |
And here we are with the rest of the story! Apologies for the slight delay; I had to do some quick revisions to make sure it was up to scratch. Now without further ado...
The Pressure to Pamper: One Long Night
The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake, Captain L, and Etchyfox for editing
“Mm?”
Senko’s eyes fluttered open to a dark, unfocused room. She rubbed the sleepiness out of them, and blinked a couple more times for good measure. It was still the apartment, no funny business from Shiro or Yozora here, the room now only lit up from the turned-down TV and the moonlight coming through the back patio door. She was seated at the floor-table with an empty cup of green tea and an ancient scroll with the words “Nakano’s Super Relaxing Evening Ideas” on the top.
It was the perfect evening plan, if she thought so herself: A scrumptious meal with freshly-fried tofu, then a relaxing bath containing special salts to revitalize a weary body, topped off with a tender massage and a little sake from her personal stash to wash away that last bit of stress. It was just missing one thing, that being Nakano himself.
“Oh, that’s right,” she muttered while looking around. She had been waiting for him to come home for a while now, long enough for her to drift off to a sitting sleep. Shiro probably would be teasing her about being “such an old lady” or something if she were around. More importantly, after all that time, Nakano still had not come home. That could only mean he was working late, possibly even spending the night at the office again. Neither was good; a man’s workplace was not supposed to be his home. At this rate, Nakano would be lucky if he didn’t have a heart attack right at his desk.
"Aah, stop!"
"Hmm?" Senko turned her attention to the voice coming from the TV. She had forgotten that she had been watching a marathon of Little Yoko, Inari Girl while cleaning and brainstorming. It seemed this episode was nearing its climax: Little Yoko had her back against the wall, having been cornered once again by the fiendish Don Tanukiman.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha!" cackled the Don, "There's no escape this time!"
"Noooo, you can't!" begged Little Yoko, her hands pressed between her twisted legs.
"Oh, but I can!" Don Tanukiman raised his camera. "Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!"
Little Yoko whimpered as her eyes darted between Tanukiman and the very unfortunate location she had been cornered in: a random part of a water park full of spritzing fountains, crashing waterfalls, and rushing rivers. A full tidal wave of suggestive sights and sounds bombarded her body and bladder, making her feel as though she could explode at any second.
“Ah… I can’t… I’m g-gonna-”
The episode suddenly paused on Little Yoko’s look of panic. Senko set the remote back down, unable to watch any further even if she was dying to find out how it would end. Unfortunately, seeing all that water coupled with Little Yoko’s desperate dance made Senko very aware of her own growing problem. Now that she thought of it, the last time she used the bathroom was that big morning pee. Even for her, that was plenty of time for her bladder to fill back up. The green tea she had to help her focus did not help, either.
"Uugh," she groaned. No way could she focus with such a bothersome pressure. Best to get up and take care of it first.
Senko rose to her feet, wincing from the shifting weight in her groin, and stepped towards the bathroom door. With one hand on her crotch, she reached for the handle.
Her ears twitched as she heard the sound of a door opening. Not the toilet; no, it was coming from the front.
Nakano was home at last. It wasn't the most ideal time for Senko, but that mattered little to her. She let go of the bathroom door and briskly walked to the front of the apartment, watching the knob turn from his key. Potty time could wait; it was pampering time.
She threw her arms out and put on a big smile right as the door opened. "Welcome home, Naka… Uyan!?"
It was like looking at a ghost. Nakano was hunched over from the weight of the world on his back, his pupils missing from his eyes and his mouth slightly open. The shroud of darkness covered him like a blanket, so much that Senko could barely see the outside world past the door frame.
“N-Nakano!? What happened!?” She reached out to him, only for him to trudge past her, slipping his shoes off and leaving the door open.
“Uugh, work… so much crunch,” he mumbled with his face cradled inside a hand. “Last-minute changes. Lots of programming errors. So much… yelling…” He dropped his suitcase on the floor-table before turning to his bed and falling onto it with a “fwomp”.
Senko, who had been shutting the door and sorting Nakano’s shoes behind him, went straight to his side. She couldn’t begin to understand exactly what he was talking about, but it was clear he had gone through hell today. This had to have been the worst he had felt since before she entered his life, and she definitely couldn’t leave him this way. But just looking at him, Senko knew he wouldn't have the energy for a late dinner or bath. In fact, he was already where he needed to be most.
“Nakano…” Senko laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile. "You've had an awful day. Why don't you go straight to sleep? You can even cuddle with me if you want."
He looked up at her with weary eyes and muttered "R-right. Sleep. Cuddle." It seemed his normal reservations had vanished in his current state.
"Mm!" With that, Senko turned around and stepped to the wardrobe closet. She wasn't worried about Nakano sleeping in his work clothes for tonight, but she still needed to change into her sleepwear.
Pulling her sleeves down her shoulders, Senko let her kimono fall to the floor, leaving her in just her socks and panties. These would be discarded as well, and Senko bent down to do just that. It didn't matter in the least that Nakano could easily see her; they took baths together, after all.
The socks slipped off easily enough, but upon pulling her underwear down, the open air touching a certain part of her sent a signal to her bladder that the time to empty was near. Her holding muscles felt weaker, and one leg instinctively rubbed over the other.
Senko groaned at this unpleasant reminder of her need for a toilet. Again, her first thought was to make straight for the bathroom and rid herself of such a bothersome pressure, but that idea was immediately thrown out. Her reluctance to use the toilet around Nakano reared its ugly head again, but more than that, she couldn’t think about herself right now. He needed a good helping of fox-style pampering more than ever, and she was gonna give it to him if it killed her.
She sighed one more time before uncrossing her legs and returning to getting dressed. A short while later, and she was in her usual sleep attire of a pink robe and nothing else. Panties were fine for daytime wear, but when it came to sleep, Senko preferred as little fabric as possible, much like her other kitsune friends.
Turning around on bare feet, Senko approached the bed, noticing that Nakano had removed his pants and jacket, and also had a hand covering his eyes. Respectful as always, even if it wasn’t necessary. “Ready for bed?” she asked in a soft voice.
“Hmm?” Nakano removed his hand from his face. He only looked at Senko for a second before adjusting himself so that he was under the covers with enough room for her to join him.
Senko smiled as she pulled down the covers and climbed in. Snuggling right next to Nakano, she draped her tail between them, enveloping the two in its natural warmth.
“How do you feel? Better?” whispered Senko.
Nakano stared into her golden eyes for a moment, then nodded. She could already see his body starting to relax, just as she hoped. “I’m… sorry,” he finally responded.
“Hmm? For what?”
"I was forced to work late again, and I had to miss out on your plans for me." His gaze lowered to their legs, until Senko placed a hand on his cheek to bring it back up.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, “I’m just happy that you still made it home safe and sound. Besides, you have the day off tomorrow, right?”
“Y-Yeah, I do.”
Senko giggled. “Then we have all day tomorrow to give you as much pampering as you want!” Her eyelids lowered. “Now, let’s go to sleep. You’ll feel so much better in the morning.”
At last, Nakano gave her a weary smile. “R-right. Thank you, Senko-san.”
“Mm!”
She watched as Nakano’s eyes slowly drifted shut, his head slightly turning into the mattress. Within minutes, he was peacefully breathing through his mouth, fast asleep. At that moment, Senko sighed and let her smile drop.
“Ugh, at least someone will sleep peacefully tonight,” she muttered to herself as she put a hand to her aching bladder. With Nakano asleep, it was practically begging her to get up and make for the toilet, but she had to wait. It was too risky; if Nakano woke as she climbed out of bed, she wouldn't have a good excuse for it. Even worse, if he didn’t wake up immediately, but instead while noises not meant to be heard by man were coming from the bathroom. She'd never be able to climb back in bed with him, and he needed all the care he could get right now.
A little bit longer, that's all she needed to wait, she told herself. Until then, she just had to not think about it. Senko closed her eyes and tried to think of more pleasant things, like how nice it was to be able to sleep next to another person. At least, someone who didn’t snore as much as Shiro did. Then again, Nakano didn’t have a tail he could drape over her to keep her warm like with the other foxes, but that’s what the blanket was for.
That was something else she had to wonder about: Little Yoko’s tail in the TV show. She knew it was only an anime, but was her tail just as fluffy as Senko’s? She doubted it; all she ever saw Little Yoko do was frolic around and get chased by Don Tanukiman. The poor girl probably never had time to properly groom her tail. She certainly didn’t have time for a potty break in that one episode.
Before Senko could stop it, that unfortunate scene played back through her mind. The helpless fox girl trapped by the cackling Don, hands buried between her legs, desperately fighting to delay the inevitable flood in the face of all that rushing water…
“Come on!” gloated the Don. “Now come on and let it all out! You know you want to, Senko!”
“Uyan!?” Senko looked around. Suddenly, she wasn’t just observing this incident anymore, but now stood where Little Yoko was, even dressed in the young girl’s outfit. She didn’t know what was happening, but was certain of one thing: she really needed the bathroom right now.
“N-No! I mustn’t!” She lifted a foot off the ground and placed a knee over the other, anything to keep it in for a few extra seconds. Unfortunately, she could feel it slipping away from her, how it would come out any moment now.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to face the Don and his maniacal photo-snapping. It was only when she felt the first little bit come out that they snapped back open. Only now, the Don and the water park were gone, and she was looking back into Nakano’s sleeping face.
“H-huh?” She blinked a couple times before realizing: A bad dream, that’s all it was, something to only leave her feeling a little gross over for a while before forgetting about it.
Until she noticed something else to feel gross about, that is.
She didn’t want to believe it, but the feeling on her leg and somewhere more sensitive couldn’t be denied: wetness. It was only a faint feeling, but frightening nonetheless. She had peed a little in her sleep, and with no underwear, there was nowhere for it to go but on her body and maybe even the mattress itself.
That she had even leaked at all was bad enough, but Senko could feel the rest of it pressing in her bladder, trying to force out more regardless of where she was, maybe even all of it. She needed to get to the bathroom right away, no more waiting.
But that’s when Senko noticed a different kind of warmth, that being the warmth of a hand across her arm. At some point in the night, Nakano had rested his arms across Senko and pulled her deeper into him. Any other time, she would have been more than happy that he was embracing her so, but not when she was about to soak the sheets. If she thought him listening to her peeing would be bad, she didn’t want to think about him waking up in a bed saturated with her urine.
But how could she get out of bed now that someone was holding her there? It wasn't an issue of strength, as Senko's demigod powers would break her out of any human grip with ease. Once again, the problem was getting out without waking him, and she didn't see any way she could manage that.
Like a fox in a cage, Senko was trapped in bed with no way out. Her heart fluttered as the panic set in, her bedwetting seeming inevitable now. Even with both hands and legs squeezing with every bit of strength she had, she knew she couldn't last the rest of the night. Not even wrapping her tail between her legs for an extra squeeze would save her, either.
Or would it? Her eyes opened and stared at her large, fluffy tail. Senko knew from her baths that it could absorb a lot of water. Could it actually…? No, her tail was special; she would never use it as some kind of diaper!
At least, not if she was in her right mind. Unfortunately, this was an emergency. If she was going to lose control in bed, it was better to be in something that wouldn’t leave an embarrassing stain and would hopefully mask the smell enough.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this… Senko gulped as she slowly slid her tail off Nakano and pulled it towards her. She paused to put a hand on it, feeling that it was especially sensitive tonight, or at least she thought it was. This was not going to be pleasant in any way, so she needed at least a second to mentally prepare for the gross feelings that would come soon.
But nothing could have prepared for what happened next.
“Uyan!?” Suddenly, hands that weren’t her own grabbed her tail, making her yelp in surprise. The firm grip on such a sensitive part of her made the strength vanish from her body, a weakness among fox demigods that they never shared for good reason.
“Fluffy… Fluffy…” A fast-asleep Nakano muttered this with a droopy smile as his fingers weaved through the hairs of her tail, burying themselves in a warm softness mankind had yet to replicate. Whatever dream he was having at that moment was at least a pleasant one.
But Senko had no time to think about that when she was being vigorously ravished. Every stroke and tickle of Nakano’s fingers sent all sorts of sensations through her entire body, many of which she was definitely not okay with right now. Within seconds, her breathing became labored and a bead of sweat formed on her brow. Her ears twitched and toes curled of their own accord. Muscles all over squeezed and relaxed in a quickening tempo, especially the ones still fighting to keep her urine bottled. Worst of all, she could feel something quickly building up inside her, getting dangerously close to being released all at once, and it wasn't her pee.
Still unaware of the havoc he was wreaking, Nakano only grew bolder with his strokes. Leaning in, he buried his face right where her tail was at its fluffiest, sending a jolt powerful enough to make another spurt of urine shoot out of her and onto the sheets.
"Aah… eeyah!" Senko couldn't take it anymore. Yanking her tail away, she scrambled out of bed, landing with one hand shoved underneath her robe and the other wrapped around her tail. Both hands squeezed as hard as possible, desperate to suppress the impending release for just a second or two longer.
Meanwhile, the sudden jerking and commotion brought Nakano out of his dream. "H-Huh? Senko-san?" He asked with bleary eyes and a groggy voice.
But Senko couldn't worry about him anymore, not with the precious few seconds she had left. On weak knees, she stumbled her way to the bathroom door, panting and begging her body to last until she could at least reach the toilet, or even the bathroom floor.
It didn’t. Right as her bare feet felt the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, Senko’s legs lost all strength, sliding out from under her as she attempted to reach for the door knob. Before she knew it, she was on the floor with her knees in front of her and feet splayed to the sides, her overly-sensitive tail draped over her lap. Whatever energy she had left was wholly devoted to holding everything in, but somewhere deep inside, she knew it was all over. With her entire body ready to blow, it would only take a single bit of stimulus to send her over the edge.
Who else would be the one to deliver that stimulus but Nakano? Having regained enough consciousness, he had watched Senko’s sudden run and fall. His mind filled only with concern, he jumped out of bed and ran to her, paying no attention to the faint wetness on the mattress.
“S-Senko-san!? What’s wrong?” he asked her, placing both hands on her shoulders.
There was a moment of silence as Senko inhaled from the impact. If anyone else were in the apartment, they would have sworn to feel a slight electrical impulse that makes one’s hair stand on end, like the calm before the storm. And then…
“Hiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”
A long scream filled with emotions of all kinds rang through the apartment complex. Dogs howled in the distance. Just next door, one Yasuko Koenji was startled awake at her computer desk, having fallen asleep while working on her manga. She groaned while adjusting her glasses and muttered, "They're just as bad as honeymooners."
Her surprise was nothing compared to Nakano’s, now wide awake. He could only stare at the foxgirl going rigid as every muscle in her body squeezed its hardest, every nerve firing off, endorphins flooding her body, and her tail lifting straight up in a series of spasms. Even a man who had never dated - such as himself - could understand what was happening, and it put a big blush on his face.
That wasn’t all, either. Right as Senko peaked, a tidal wave of gold exploded out from underneath her robe, instantly forming a puddle. Obscene noises filled the apartment, from the strong hiss between her legs to the spraying as it struck the tile. Her knees were the first thing to be tainted by her pee, but within moments, the rest of her legs and feet were surrounded in a gross, wet, smelly warmth.
It was the most intense climax Senko had ever felt, but also one of the most short-lived. The next thing she knew, she was panting and slumping forward, her body having lost all its energy. Even her tail fell limp to the floor, quickly mingling with the urine and absorbing it into its core. The euphoria disappeared just as quickly, and now she felt sweaty, gross, and definitely embarrassed to have done such a thing right in front of Nakano. It only got worse when she became aware that she was peeing herself, with no hope of stopping it without even a modicum of strength left.
“Ah… Ahh…” Senko looked in disbelief at her massive pool of pee. A shiver ran down her spine, her ears drooping from the weight of the world on her. In 800 years of life, this was officially the grossest she had ever been. Not even the faint pleasure of finally getting to pee could make up for such a humiliating accident. “Oooohhh…”
Nakano had just as many conflicting emotions from watching Senko wet herself. The strongest, however, was of worry and pity. He had never seen her at such a low moment, and looking at her fluffy tail being defiled so broke his heart in a way he didn't think possible. His only desire in that moment was to comfort and protect. Kneeling down, he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"Huh?" Senko turned her head in his direction. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, but she had other reasons to object. “Oh, p-please don’t! You’ll get it on you, too.”
“It’s fine,” he replied. “I just thought you could use this right now.”
Senko paused, having been taken aback by his stance. Even with the horrible stress he had built up, Nakano’s only concern was for her. She sighed and lowered her head, watching her puddle continue to grow around her. She was supposed to be the helpful one here, but she definitely didn’t feel that way.
“Senko-san, could I ask you something?” asked Nakano.
“Mmm…” she pondered for a moment. “What is it?”
“Did you… need to do this when I came home?”
She turned her head away. “Ugh, you’re not supposed to ask a lady about these things.”
“Please, forgive me.” He bowed his head. “If I had known about your problem, maybe I wouldn’t have been so, er, hands-on in my sleep.”
“Nakano, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Senko, shaking her head. “It’s my job to pamper you when you need it most. You’ll always come first to me.”
“But even so, you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard for me. If you really need the bathroom again, please take care of yourself first. I really don’t want to see you like this again.”
That makes two of us. Senko sighed. “I’ll try, but… it’s not easy for fox demigods to admit these things.” She looked back to her puddle, feeling the last of her pee finally leaving her. In all, it was a massive mess; she would certainly have to mop it up before she returned to bed.
But before that, it was time to get up from her pitiable posture. Nakano released his hug as she managed to stand up, him flipping the light switch to let her assess the full damage for herself. It wasn’t pretty, to say the least. Her legs, feet, and groin all glistened with her urine, and the back of her robe had a damp patch as well. Pulling her tail in front of her, she nearly cried at the amount of liquid it absorbed, the sure smell of pee emanating from it. It would take a lot of scrubbing before her tail was clean again in her eyes.
“You should take a bath before you go back to bed,” said Nakano as he stood back up. “Let me deal with the mess in here.”
“Uyan, I can’t make you do that,” sighed Senko. Her human could be so thick-headed sometimes. “It’s not fair to make you clean up my mess, after all.”
Nakano rubbed his head before an epiphany struck him. “Then how about I at least draw a bath for you? That way, it’ll be ready for you once you’re done here.”
It was too good of an offer for her to pass up, but Senko felt there was still one thing she needed to make sure of. She turned to him and said, “Okay, I’ll do that on one condition.”
“One condition?” he asked.
Senko gave him a foxy smile. “You have to join me in the bath, too! I can’t have you going back to bed with all that stress and tinkle on you.”
“Oh?” Nakano smiled. “Then if it will please you, I guess I’ll get ready for a bath too.”
“Mm!” |
(A/N: Oof, this one took a while for me to get out there, both from writer's block and going through some personal health-related issues at the time. Oh well, it's here now, and also ToS-friendly according to Maki himself. Enjoy the first half of a new story!)
The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 1
The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake for editing, and daveshuyi and Imouto Bouquet for ideas
"Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!"
Over the wily Don Tanukiman’s cackling, Little Yoko could only look around in desperation, her hands firmly at her groin and legs locked together from the knees up. The water park all around her proved just as devilish as the don, assaulting her senses with all kinds of rushing, trickling, gushing, and crashing water.
The poor kitsune girl was at her absolute limit, and she knew it. Even taking a single step without her bladder bursting wide open seemed impossible. She could feel the tears welling up, ready to run down her cheeks at the same time as the urine ran down her legs.
“Ah… I can’t…” Little Yoko closed her eyes and lowered her head a touch. “I’m g-gonna… make it!”
Suddenly, she threw an arm straight out, her hand wide open as if a magical instrument was about to poof into existence. Her remaining arm and legs put everything they had into keeping her dry for just a little longer.
“Bah, be as defiant as you want!” shouted Don Tanukiman, “We both know that it’s only a matter of time before you g-oof!”
The Don’s eyes bulged out of nowhere, sending his sunglasses flying. He fell forward with a thud, a large swollen bump appearing on the back of his head accompanied by the cracking sound of his camera breaking from the impact. Just above him was Little Yoko’s flying broomstick, sailing through the air on a beeline to her hand, no matter what or who it had to knock over to get there.
Grabbing it out of the air, Little Yoko mounted the broom and took to the skies, her destination being the closest public facilities. Her legs straddled the wooden base and her free hand stayed firmly pressed between them like her life depended on it. Her clothes certainly did.
In a matter of seconds, Little Yoko found a very promising bathroom just outside the water park, uncrowded and open. Soaring straight to it, she jumped off her broom and ran inside, knowing she had mere seconds left before it all came gushing out.
This being a TV show aimed for a younger audience, all that was shown next was the restroom exterior, with the camera slowly zooming out for a couple seconds. Then, it suddenly cut to a foot clad in a sandal and white sock stepping out. The camera panned upward, showing off clean, dry legs and skirt before stopping on Little Yoko's very happy, very relieved face.
"Aaaahhh, much better!" she declared, her voice significantly more relaxed. Another crisis averted, and with her none the worse off; she had every reason to be pleased with herself.
Pulling her broom back, Little Yoko set off into the air. "Maybe now I can really have fun today! That water park actually looks like a lot of fun. Better go get my swimsuit! Wheeeeee!" she said before flying off.
The camera irised in as she disappeared with a twinkle before opening back up to Don Tanukiman sitting on a bench, nursing his big bump with one hand while holding his broken camera in the other. "I just bought this, too," he complained just as the show closed off on his sad face.
The show came back on to its ending credits, complete with a catchy outro. Sitting at the floor table, Senko put her cup down and turned off the TV. "At least one of us was able to make it," she commented with a sigh.
She rose to her feet and walked to the balcony door, staring at the bedsheets hanging up to dry after a good wash. They weren’t all that dirty to begin with, but she had to make sure every last drop of her shameful waste was out of them, even if it was hardly anything in the first place.
It had already been a couple days since her accident, but it still clung to the back of her mind. Yes, Nakano forgave her, but she still had a bit of trouble forgiving herself. She was supposed to be the one taking care of him. How could she do that when he had to console her while she’s collapsed onto a puddle of her urine? Some helpful fox she was.
“Got a lot on your mind today?”
Senko’s ears twitched at the young voice with a thinly-veiled hint of cheekiness. She turned around to find Shiro, a younger kitsune girl that she had the sort-of-pleasure of knowing. She had her hands on her hips and quite the smirk on her face, not unlike a cat about to pounce on her prey. Senko could feel a slight shiver run down her spine; whatever was about to happen next, she knew it was not going to be pleasant.
“Or you are just making extra sure the bedsheets are clean?” she added with a giggle.
Still, Senko had to be the adult in this discussion. “Morning, Shiro,” she replied. “What brings you here today?”
“Oh, nothing much,” continued Shiro in her barely-hidden amusement. “Just wanted to hang out here today for a wee bit.”
Does she…? There was a faint twitch on Senko’s eye, but her face remained stoic otherwise. “Mmm, well Kuroto has already left for work, so it would just be you and me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything too special today, either.”
“I figured as much. You are the type of girl who likes to ‘piddle’ around.” Shiro’s lips curled upward just a tad.
She does. Senko sighed and lowered her head. “Go on, get it out of your system.”
“Pfft… bahahahahaha!” From there, Shiro’s weak facade immediately crumbled. She began by pointing and laughing, but then fell onto her back, her hands clutching her heaving belly while her feet kicked in the air from the biggest fit of laughter she had enjoyed in a good while.
“I should have seen this coming,” Senko spoke to herself.
“Ahah… ahahah…” Shiro sat up, rubbing a tear out of her eye as her piercing laugh subsided. “I still can’t believe it. The Great Senko peeing herself like a toddler! I really thought I was dreaming when Yozora showed that to me!”
“Y-Yozora!?” Senko’s pupils went white. Does the entire spirit world know about that now? It’s gonna be tough showing my face there for a while…
“But seriously, what was the deal with that? Too proud to say you have to tinkle to a human?"
"I…" Senko looked away, unsure of how she could even put this. The truth seemed just as good of a reply as anything. "It was just bad judgment on my part. I put Kuroto's needs over my own for too long one night. It's really not a big deal." At least, she wished it wasn't.
“Really now? The caretaker of a human wets herself, and it's no big deal?" said Shiro, still smirking. "I'd say that's a sign, if you ask me."
"What are you getting at?"
Shiro put a hand up to her chin, a sign Senko knew all too well. “You’re getting up there in centuries, Senko, and you’re not exactly all-powerful like Yozora. Maybe by taking on the role of pampering Nakano, you might be biting off more than you can chew.”
She’s really gonna go there, huh? “I would hardly think a single mistake would mean I was incapable of taking care of Kuroto,” she said, crossing her arms.
“Maybe you think that way, but what if Yozora doesn’t? She might be thinking of replacing you as we speak.” Shiro placed a hand on her chest. “And if she just so happens to think I would be the best suitable replacement, then who would I be to refuse?”
Senko could feel something inside her snap. She knew Shiro could only be teasing her, but the mere thought of being pulled away from Nakano over a single mistake… Her cheeks grew warm and the hairs on her tail began to fray.
“Shiro, Nakano is my responsibility, and I will see my job through to the end.” she said with a noticeable firmness growing in her tone.
“But how can you do that if you can’t hold your pee-pee? I guarantee I would never have peed myself if I were in your place that night.”
"Would you, though? I was watching you the last time you played video games with Kuroto, you know."
"Yeah, I whooped him pretty good again. Almost didn't even have to read his mind!"
"You also kept bouncing your foot and had a strained look on your face the whole time. I was pretty certain I would have had to clean the floors a second time that day."
"Eh!?" Shiro lost her smug smirk and glanced away for a moment. “E-even so, I'm positive I still could have held it better than you!”
“You can say it as much as you want. There’s no real way you can prove it.”
Suddenly, Shiro’s face lit up, and her frown grew into a very mischievous grin. “Oh, I know exactly how I can prove it.”
Another chill went down Senko’s spine, but she couldn’t resist asking. “And how is that?”
Shiro dramatically flung her pointing finger at Senko. “Let’s have a holding contest, here and now!”
Senko stared agape. “A… holding contest? What on Earth are you talking about?”
“It’s easy! We drink a lot, then the first girl to pee loses. This way, we can see for sure who could have held it better!”
“Shiro, you can't be serious." Senko crossed her arms. "That's not the kind of competition ladies like us should be getting into."
"Why not? Nakano's not gonna be home until long after our contest is over. Nobody is gonna know about it."
You mean other than Yozora? thought Senko.
"Wait a minute." There was the smug look again. "Do you not want to compete because you know I'll win? Too afraid you'll be upstaged by the eager young junior with a bladder of steel?"
Senko turned her head away. "If you're trying to goad me into it, it's not going to work," she claimed, despite her rising blood pressure.
"Or are you just worried Nakano's gonna come home to you making another puddle on the floor? He definitely won't think very well of you. He might even have to put you in diapers!"
"Uyan!?" The mere thought of being forced into something so degrading left a gross feeling all over Senko.
“I’m just saying, if you wet yourself a second time in front of him, even I might look like a better pamperer, and-”
That does it! Whatever Shiro was pressing on inside Senko finally snapped. Senko looked her junior right in the eye with a newly-found fire. "Alright! If you're so insistent on proving yourself better, then you can have your chance."
"W-wait, really?" Shiro blinked. "I mean, a-ha! It's settled; a battle of bladders among the demigods! I hope you were planning on doing laundry today, because your underwear won't survive this!"
At least I have underwear to ruin, thought Senko, briefly glancing at Shiro's exposed thighs. "I don't know if I'll enjoy the win, but I don't plan on losing," she said as she walked to the kitchen.
“Heh, that makes two of us!” said Shiro following behind. “So what are we drinking? Maybe some of your special sake to really have some fun?”
Senko grabbed her tea kettle and filled it up. “It’s far too early in the day for alcohol. We’ll stick to green tea and water for this contest.”
“You’re no fun sometimes, you know that?” said a frowning Shiro. "Guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied some other way."
Meanwhile, Senko stared into the water inside the tea kettle, her reflection looking back. Was she really about to do something this improper? This couldn't be the face of a girl who would take part in a pee-holding contest. What would Nakano think if he ever got wind of this?
No, she couldn't think that way. This was about putting a mouthy junior back in her place, nothing more. Besides, she was certain she had the capacity to outlast Shiro. That girl had a tendency to use the bathroom whenever she first felt the call of nature… and announce it rather loudly, at that. The only time she didn't declare her need to pee was around certain humans like Nakano. Likely a pride thing, and Shiro was certainly full of that. A little humility might be good for the growing kitsune.
Putting her determined face back on, Senko closed the tea kettle and nodded to herself. For everyone's sake, she would win this contest.
"Oh come on, that's so unfair!"
Shiro huffed and threw her controller down, pouting at the TV screen. The computer fighter struck a victory pose while the words "You Lose!" taunted her in bold red text.
"They're obviously cheating. It’s the only way they could stand a chance against me!” said Shiro, looking over to Senko.
Sitting at the floor table, Senko did her best to hide her amusement. Not that she was any good at video games either, but she found it funny how humans and demigods alike could get worked up over these things.
Hearing no response, Shiro huffed and picked her controller back up. "Well, it can't keep it up forever. I'll beat them yet, you'll see!"
Had Shiro not said something similar about a dozen tries ago, Senko might have believed her. Regardless, she had no doubt her junior would keep at it for as long as it took to win. The girl had quite the stubborn streak when it came to competitions.
If only Senko had realized that a bit sooner, she lamented. Looking down at the empty cup of tea, Senko subtly squeezed her legs together. How long had it been since they officially began this contest? At least a few hours, it was now the early afternoon. This combined with the cups of tea they drank every hour added up to one undeniable truth.
Senko wanted to use the bathroom. Really wanted to. It was amazing how quickly tea went through a demigod’s body. Already, it was getting difficult to distract herself from the growing pain in her groin. It was always there, no matter what household chore she tried to engross herself in.
While Senko had kept her tail busy with cleaning, Shiro remained firmly on her rear playing Great Fluff Fighters Special. Senko had her eye on her whenever she could, to remind herself she wasn't the only one suffering from a call for nature.
Shiro had been trying to hide it, Senko had to give her that much. She hadn’t complained once about needing to pee, but it was the little things that gave it away. A twitch in her foot, an occasional squeeze of her crossed legs, and her white tail curled around her midsection to try and obscure it all. There was no denying it; Shiro was just as desperate for the bathroom as Senko was, no funny games here.
A chime went off on an hourly timer. “Oh, it’s already that time again?” asked Senko.
Shiro groaned and paused her game. “Alright, I could use a quick break anyway.”
The girls gathered at the floor table, with Senko pouring out two cups of green tea. They each took a cup into their hands, looking into the liquid before lifting it to their lips. In perfect sync, Senko and Shiro gulped down the soothing tea, neither one stopping until their cups were empty.
Two sighs were let out as they set their cups back down, the tea warming their bellies yet again. As much as Senko liked green tea, it worked best when enjoyed as just one cup paired with a nice meal. Pouring it down her gullet every hour wasn't that enjoyable, especially knowing it would quickly make its way to her cramped bladder.
"It's a good thing your tea is so delicious," said Shiro, "I still think this would be way more fun with your sake stash instead, though."
Senko shook her head. "Maybe, but I definitely can't have Kuroto come home to two intoxicated kitsunes. How could I properly pamper him in such a state?"
"Are you kidding? He's probably gonna be working real late again. Alcohol doesn't stick as long for us as it does humans. We'd be sober and bushy-tailed by the time he stumbles through the door." Shiro's eyes lowered. "Plus, our contest would be over quicker, I'd bet."
"Hmm?" Senko raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want this over sooner? Is it getting bad for you?"
"Eh!?" Shiro suddenly sat upright and put on a cocky grin. "What are you talking about? I barely even feel it right now! I'm more worried about you. Just making sure you have enough time to clean up the puddle you'll make before too long."
"Thank you for the concern, but I won't allow any more puddles to happen on these floors, no matter who it's from."
"So you admit you're gonna give up and run to the toilet at some point?"
Someone's getting ahead of herself again. "We'll both be using the toilet, regardless of this contest’s outcome.”
“Yeah yeah, I’m not planning on soaking the floor while you have a nice squat over the potty. I’ll be emptying my bladder in triumph right after you.” A growl from nearby wiped Shiro’s smug smirk from her face, making her clutch her stomach. “Ugh, speaking of empty, I really need something to eat with all this tea.”
Senko looked down to her own belly. Now that Shiro had brought it up, they had yet to have a proper lunch. Cooking and eating would probably make for a good distraction as well, if only for a little while. “Sounds like I had better whip up some fried tofu for us," she said.
"Awesome!" Shiro perked right up. "Your cooking will make this a lot more fun!"
Senko stood up, slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her bladder. Shiro, on the other hand, jumped straight to her feet, only to wince and stiffen up right afterwards. It was only for an instant, but long enough for Senko to notice. With any luck, this contest would be over sooner than she could hope for.
They stepped into the kitchen area, each girl thinking about filling their stomachs to the same extent as their bladders.
“Huh?”
Both girls’ ears twitched at the sound of a key turning a lock. Someone was opening the front door, way before Nakano should be coming home. Immediately, all thoughts of food and pee disappeared as Senko and Shiro watched the knob turn and door swing open.
"Senko-san, I'm home!" In stepped Nakano with a smile. "Oh, Shiro-san? You're here too?"
"K-Kuroto! Welcome home!" Senko replied, her voice holding equal amounts of happiness and confusion.
Shiro looked to Senko. "Wait, what's he doing here? He’s not supposed to be home this early!"
"Right, about that." Nakano rubbed his head. "We were working as usual when the power went out. I'm not sure exactly how, but the whole block was out of power. Anyway, we can't get any work done without electricity, so they sent everyone home for the day."
"That's… great news!" Senko forced a smile as Nakano walked past them, removing his jacket and setting down his suitcase. "Now you have the whole afternoon to relax."
"Y-yeah, relax. At home. With us in the same room," said Shiro flatly.
Senko followed behind, her heart and bladder throbbing in equal measure. “S-so, what should we do now that you’re home early? I know plenty of ways to help you wind down.”
“Well, about that,” said Nakano, “As I was walking home, I noticed how good the sunshine felt today. I was hoping I could maybe get outside for a little bit.”
“Mm, you don’t get many chances to enjoy the afternoon.” Senko put a hand to her chin, then her face lit up. "Oh! there's a park not far from here. We could have a nice picnic under the sun!"
Nakano offered a smile. "That sounds lovely, but are you sure you can put a whole picnic together so quickly?"
"Of course!" Senko put her hands on her hips and pouted. "You don't think I can handle something like that?"
“Er, no, I didn’t mean it that way!” said Nakano, putting his hands up.
Senko’s pout changed to a smile. “Mm! Now why don't you go freshen up while I get our picnic all together?"
"That sounds like a plan." Nakano returned the smile before heading into the bathroom.
The moment the bathroom door closed, Senko dropped her smile and walked to the kitchen. She had to come up with something to quickly throw together for a picnic, yet still be up to her high standards. Not that it would be a challenge normally, but thinking on a strong urge to pee was not easy, even for a demigod.
But nevermind the picnic. Once again, Senko was in the predicament of needing to relieve herself while Nakano was around, and so soon after her accident. It seemed like they had only just had that conversation about her being more open with her needs, and yet she was already betraying that. Just him being around was making her think twice about this entire contest. Maybe it would be for the best if...
“Hmph, I know what you’re thinking.”
“Uyan!?” Shiro was practically in Senko’s ear with her hand in her face, making the elder girl jump back.
“You’re probably thinking Nakano coming home early means you have an easy excuse to call this contest off, aren’t you?” said Shiro.
How is she so perceptive on such a full bladder? thought Senko.
“W-well, it’s not going to work! This contest isn't ending until one of us pees!” Shiro said with a strange amount of force and slight blush on her cheeks.
To this, Senko frowned. "Shiro, you can't seriously believe we can keep this up around Kuroto. This contest is embarrassing enough as it is."
"Then there's only way one out, and you know what it is." Shiro glanced to the bathroom door with a knowing smile.
Senko found her eyes drifting to the water closet as well. This would be her only chance to get out of this contest, with zero chance of this ending in an accident for her. Her bladder definitely wanted her to take it; she felt its subtle squeezes to make her rush in as soon as Nakano stepped out. How good it would feel to have that pressure gone from her body and mind… then she could devote her whole heart to making this picnic the best it could be.
But all it took was one look at Shiro to know that it wouldn't be worth it. She could practically hear what Shiro wanted to say with that devious smile: "Give up now, so I can lord this over you forever. Every time we’re together with Nakano, you’ll know that you might not be the best person to take care of him.” Could she really look him in the eyes if she gave up now?
Senko looked away from the toilet door despite her body's protests and smiled. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. I am in this contest to the very end, no matter what that end may be.”
For a moment, Shiro’s face twitched as though she were pained to hear that. However, it was just as quickly replaced with an upward head turn and a huff. “Suit yourself. It’s… just gonna be a long walk back home in wet clothes, is all.”
Is she talking more about me or her? thought Senko. She supposed it didn’t matter, for there were far more pressing issues to focus on. Their contest was about to get a lot more complicated, and possibly even more embarrassing. Even if she won and still made it to a toilet, Senko wasn’t sure if she would look back on this day in pride, let alone openly share it with others.
Still, she could not and would not give in now. This would be one of her biggest tests ever as a caregiving fox spirit, and she would give no less than her very best to surpass it. Turning to the kitchen, Senko got started on putting together the meal for their picnic. If nothing else, she would make certain they would have a scrumptious lunch to go with the endurance trial that would be the rest of this contest. |
(A/N: At long last, the second half is finally done!)
The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 2
The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to Sake and the NoMaKo developer for editing
A sunny day with warm weather. A pleasant breeze gently cooling the hairs of her tail. Good food and a warm picnic cloth to sit on. Last but not least, special magic wards set up around the park so nobody would see or disturb the two fox girls out in broad daylight.
By all accounts, it should have been the perfect recipe for an ideal afternoon at the park. Unfortunately for Senko, even the best days can’t be enjoyed when you’re too busy trying not to pee yourself.
Sitting atop her legs on the picnic cloth with her knees in front, Senko kept her eyes on Nakano as he sipped from a cup of tea. There was a good reason why her hands were hidden underneath the tail curled around her torso.
"Ah…" Nakano sighed as the cup left his lips. "You always make such good tea, Senko-san." He looked over to her with a smile.
"I'm… glad to hear you like it!" Senko smiled in return. She prayed there was not a trace of tension on her face, for there was certainly a lot of it down below.
“Yeah, Senko does make the best tea in the spirit world,” Shiro said, also seated with her hands beneath her white tail. “You know, I feel that the girl who makes the tea should be the one who enjoys the most of it." She leaned in with a coy grin. "So how about you help yourself to the last cup?"
"Er…" Senko looked away, her face twitching. She and Shiro had been keeping up with drinking tea even out here with Nakano. At this point, she had enough to make her not want any tea for at least a week, her bladder proving a constant and painful reminder of such.
"Hmm? That's… strangely nice of you, Shiro-san," said Nakano.
"Hey, I can be courteous and caring and all that stuff, too!" Shiro crossed her arms and huffed. A second later, her eyes opened and hands went back under her tail.
"...R-regardless, the one who makes tea for others should never take most of it for themselves. It's very inconsiderate," said Senko. "You should have the last cup, Shiro. You are our guest for today, after all."
"No!" Shiro yelled, only to look away rather sheepishly. "I mean, I'm good. Fried tofu and sweet rice balls always fill me up like crazy."
Senko frowned. As far as lies went, that had to be the most obvious one Shiro had told yet.
"Hmm… well, I have an idea." Nakano grabbed the pitcher and poured it into his cup, helping himself to what remained of the tea.
Senko wanted to smile in the little relief this brought her, but then saw Shiro looking rather worriedly at Nakano.
"Hmm?"
Nakano stopped drinking, his face going blank.
"Kuroto? What's wrong?" asked Senko. What has Shiro done now?
"Er, it's a bit embarrassing, but…" He looked away with an awkward smile while his free hand moved to between his crossed legs. "Is there a restroom nearby? It just hit me all of a sudden."
"Restroom?" Perhaps out of sympathy, Senko felt another wave of pressure from her bladder, forcing her to suppress a wince. "Um, not to worry! I remember we passed one on the way here. I'll take you right there!"
She stood up, gritting her teeth from the sudden shift in pressure causing her more pain, and took Nakano's hand. "Come on, this way!"
"I… better come, too," said Shiro, only barely hiding her own pain as she got to her feet. "Just to… make sure he makes it to the bathroom and such."
And that I don't use it. Senko guessed that's what Shiro wanted to say. Then again, maybe she was going to call it quits and use the toilet herself. Wishful thinking, maybe, but the sooner the contest was over, the better.
No matter what, Nakano came first. Senko pulled him along, quickly but not so much that it would upset his bladder too much. That, and she couldn't walk that fast without upsetting her own. It was tough to walk without her own legs wanting to squeeze together. She wouldn't dare try that with him in plain sight, but it remained oh-so-tempting of an idea for the whole walk.
As Senko promised, they reached the park’s facilities within a minute. Upon reaching the divide between the men’s and women’s rooms, Nakano broke free of her grasp and rushed inside, muttering only a quick “Thank you, Senko-san!” along the way.
"Be sure to clean up after yourself!" she yelled before he disappeared around the walls.
Now free from his sight, Senko rubbed a knee over her other leg, a mere moment of reprieve she would gladly take.
"Pfft, I knew humans had small bladders, but I didn't think they were that small," remarked Shiro. "How do they get anything done if they're running to the toilet all the time?"
"Shiro…" Senko turned around to face her. "Kuroto is not the kind of person to wait until the last minute to use the bathroom. His need completely caught him off guard."
"Yeah, so what?"
Senko's eyes narrowed. "I saw the look you gave him when he reached for the last cup of tea. You weren't just disappointed that I didn't drink it, were you?"
"W-what do you mean? You think I had something to do with it? I… I don't have control over that!" Her eyes darted back and forth.
It only took a couple seconds of being under Senko's disapproving, unamused gaze for Shiro to cross her arms and groan. "Ugh, fine, I confess. I might have gotten impatient and wanted to get this contest over with, so I…”
“You what?”
“While you were making tofu and stuff, I grabbed some of that powder from the spirit world that makes you have to pee, and sprinkled some of it in the tea pitcher.”
“U-uyan!?” Senko was beginning to worry her face was going to be stuck in a permanent shocked expression if these surprises kept up. “Shiro, how could you be so irresponsible? No wonder Kuroto had to go all of a sudden!" Not to mention she tried to cheat!
"Hey, I made sure it wasn't poisonous to humans or anything like that. Plus, I had to drink it, too. It was all in the same pitcher." Shiro punctuated by crossing her legs and squeezing her fists. "This stuff works like crazy, gotta admit."
Seeing her rival in a desperate state was a little comforting. If only she hadn't just been told she'd been drinking diuretic-laced tea this whole time. That bit of knowledge was enough to shake her resolve a good bit. Her bloated bladder was only going to become more so, and much faster than ever.
In her moment of weakness, Senko found her eyes drifting over to the doorway leading into the ladies' room. Within seconds, she could be in there putting this problem behind her, or rather underneath her into a toilet, and very forcefully at that.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
Senko gasped and turned to Shiro. In hindsight, she probably should have expected this.
"It's right there," she continued, motioning to the ladies room. "All you have to do is plant yourself on one of the seats inside, and your troubles will be all over. You know you want to!”
As much as she didn't want to admit, Senko didn't know if she could refuse Shiro's offer a second time. Her muscles ached so much, practically begging her to let go and relieve herself of all that pain, pressure, and pee. She already was imagining herself running in there, getting into position, and-
"Eep!"
Shiro's squeak ended her vision before it could go too far. Senko looked over and found that her junior had suddenly gone rigid, her cheeks turning a light red with her hands firmly at the sides of her closed legs.
Once again, a spark of hope lit up in Senko's mind. Was Shiro about to make herself lose? There wasn't any urine on the ground or outside her clothes, but it was unlikely that she hadn't let out a little bit just now. Maybe she just needed a little extra push in the right direction.
"Shiro, please." Senko lifted a hand in concern. "You really shouldn't hold it in any longer. Go ahead and-"
"No!" Shiro interrupted, putting on her biggest determined face yet. "I… I'm not doing anything until you go first!"
"Go where?"
"Uyan!?" Senko and Shiro stood upright with blank faces at Nakano. Even fox spirits could be startled by humans when distracted by a full bladder.
"Um, uh…" The girls' eyes darted about. "Go… back home!" Shiro declared in a forced grin.
"You… want to go back home?" asked Nakano.
"Um, Shiro was just talking about wanting to play video games with you. She's been practicing all day," said Senko.
"Really? I don't think you'd have to practice to beat me. You're already way better than I am."
"Yeah, what are you talking abou-" Shiro gasped, then immediately put on a cocky grin. "I mean, I need to remind you humans who the real gaming masters are, lest you forget!"
"Er…" Nakano rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, we can head home now if that's what you want."
"Mm! Then we better pack up our picnic and be on our way," said Senko. She smiled, but was disappointed on the inside. Bursting bladder aside, it was a pretty pleasant time. She'd have to arrange another picnic someday, preferably without any distracting contests to worry about.
Thus, all three departed from the restrooms with only one emptied bladder among them. Senko and Shiro may have been all smiles as they walked with Nakano, but they were anything but happy on the inside. The contest, and resulting agony and stress, would continue on for a while yet, and all they could do was hope the other girl would give out first.
“Mmm… Nngh… Uyan...”
These were the kinds of noises Senko and Shiro made to themselves as they walked behind Nakano. With every step and sway of their hips, their bursting bladders let off another pulse of pain, a constant reminder that release would be happening soon whether they liked it or not.
Senko knew she was approaching her very limits. This pressure felt very much like it did on that night, shortly before she jumped up to run to the bathroom and disaster struck. They weren’t even halfway back to the apartment when Senko decided she had had enough. The toilet would be her first destination whether she won this contest or not.
Speaking of, she looked at Shiro, who grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she walked with a very stilted gait. Senko wasn't sure exactly how this girl was able to hold so much in that small frame of hers, but the fact that she had managed to last so long was an accomplishment in itself. Shiro deserved to win this contest, even if she would gloat about it for the next century or so.
At least it would be over soon, either way. As they all rounded the block, Nakano's apartment finally appeared before them. With relief in sight, Senko felt a powerful urge to break into a sprint to the toilet, held back only by her dwindling self-restraint. At her side, she could have sworn Shiro muttered something under her breath. Senko didn't know if it was all that important now; her mind was only focused on one thing.
The short walk to the stairs felt like a mile, every step being agony on her overtaxed groin muscles. Slowly but surely, however, they were getting closer. She just had to keep her focus on the back of Nakano's head as he walked forward, leading the way to the stairs, where he would head up, unlock the front door, and then…
Why was he stopping in front of the steps?
"Er, Kuroto?" asked Senko, trying her hardest to not sound pained. "Is something the matter?"
"Hey, we didn't say you could stop moving!" said Shiro.
Nakano paused to take a breath before turning to face them. "Before we head up, could I ask what's been going on with you two?"
"Eep!” Both Senko and Shiro’s faces lit up in panic for just a moment. “W-what do you mean?" asked Senko.
"You've both been acting off ever since I came home early. I thought maybe I was imagining things, but even at the park, your behavior was… not normal."
"Y-you're just imagining things," said Shiro. "Trying to stall me from beating you at video games again. Now move it!"
"I just want to know if everything is okay. I didn't interrupt something important between you, did I?"
"N-no!" blurted Senko. "Not at all. The truth is… um, well…" In a rare moment, Senko had not thought out anything before she spoke. She couldn’t tell him the truth, but despised lying to him as well; even if she didn’t, there was little chance she could think up a convincing fib so quickly and with such a distracted mind. Seconds passed like hours in the ensuing awkward silence, with Senko internally begging for anything to change and get them out of there.
It was a wish she would regret making.
"Gah!"
"Uyan!"
It was like a switch suddenly flipped on both Senko and Shiro. Their facades broke in an instant as a spurt dribbled from between both sets of legs, hitting the pavement at their feet. Their hands crammed into their groins and tails stuck straight up and frayed out like startled cats.
"G-girls!? What's going on?" asked an incredulous Nakano.
"Aah, I can’t! It’s c-coming now!” Shiro whined.
“T-toilet!” said Senko.
At once, both girls rushed past Nakano, leaving him in confusion as they climbed the stairs as fast as they could. The contest didn't matter a single bit to either kitsune anymore. All they knew was they were moments from peeing and needed to get to the bathroom post-haste.
Climbing the last flight of stairs, Senko and Shiro bolted for the door to Nakano's apartment. Only now did they realize that he was the one with the key to let them in, but they simply didn't have time to wait. A more magical approach would have to do.
Not even breaking stride, Senko and Shiro ran at full speed towards the locked door. Rather than smack right into it, they passed straight through with a glow of light, the portals closing behind them just as their tails pulled through.
Nakano's dark and quiet front room greeted both of them. The bathroom door was just a few meters away. With true relief only a little further, neither of them wasted any time in taking a step forward.
"Aah!" It seemed the strain of utilizing magic proved a little too much for their bladders. Another dribble escaped from them, going into Senko's undergarments and onto Shiro's leg. Worse still, it wouldn’t stop for either of them, continuing to slowly leak out. It was coming whether they liked it or not, and all they could control was where it happened.
Senko was the first to rush forward, slipping out of her sandals with ease. Shiro followed just behind, leaving a faint trail of piddle as she ran. Despite the pain and extra spurt into her undergarments, Senko lifted a hand from her groin and pulled the toilet door open, throwing herself inside.
"W-wait, Senko!" She saw Shiro's beet-red and desperate face mere inches from her before slamming the door shut.
"Sorry, one at a time!" Senko yelled.
"No, you can't!" Shiro pounded on the door, feeling the hand in her crotch growing wetter by the second. "Senkooooo, please! I can't… I, I'm gonna…"
She never finished the sentence. Instead, her voice petered into a squeak, for that was the exact moment that what little hold she had left finally gave out.
Without any undergarments, there was nothing to absorb any of the tidal wave of gold that burst forth. A loud hiss immediately formed as her skirt and hand became drenched with warm, staining urine. Streams and drops fell from everywhere they could, running down her legs clenched from the knees up, and then raining onto the floor with a thunderous volume. Her purple thigh-high socks grew dark from several streaks of pee running all the way to her feet. A large puddle quickly formed on the tile underneath her, ensuring the bottoms of her feet were thoroughly soaked.
Despite the gross warmth, strong smell, and distinct sounds all over her lower half, Shiro could not believe what was happening at first. A demigod fox peeing herself? Impossible! Even with all her close calls before, the last time she had an accident was centuries ago as a little kid. But she wasn't a kid anymore, she was the Great Shiro! How could this plan of hers ever go so wrong?
But, as her bladder continued to empty and tarnish everything below the belt, Shiro felt the weight of her failure sap away the strength in her legs. Her hand slid down the door as she slowly collapsed onto her knees, the fronts of her socks becoming saturated in the puddle. Even worse, her tail drooped to the floor, where it proceeded to absorb some of the puddle into its white fur. Her vision became blurred with tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
She would remain here for the rest of her accident, panting and whimpering while her hand firmly remained on her groin, as though there was any chance she could regain control of herself. "Ha… ah… ooohhhhh…."
On the other side of the door, Senko felt her hold slipping away further, the urine now seeping through her panties and falling onto the floor. She was out of time, and turning her head to look at the squat toilet, the promise of relief only made her leak widen that much more.
With all the strength she could muster, Senko waddled over to the heavenly waters, every step feeling like wet agony as she had to push herself to keep it in for just that little bit longer. By the time she reached the last step before the toilet, she could feel a drop running down the side of each leg, giving her more reason than ever to whimper and worry.
Even with pee dribbling out of her, Senko paused for just a moment at the toilet, gathering up the last of her energy for the proper maneuver she needed to execute. At the same time, she set her left foot to the side of the toilet, then the right, so she stood directly over the bowl.
Her next step was to quickly lift her dress and grab at her underwear, bringing them down as she squatted in one fluid motion. She pulled her hands away from her groin, the front of her skirt having a faint wet spot, and reached for the sides to do just that.
"Eh!?"
Perhaps it was the result of holding on for far too long, or the stress of the last few days, or simply knowing it wouldn't have mattered all that much. No matter the reason, the moment Senko was over the toilet, her body seemingly felt this was good enough. The strength in her legs fell away to the bare minimum, just enough to keep her standing, but not enough to lower into a squat. Her arms locked in place as well, keeping her long skirt somewhat lifted and pulled to the sides.
At the same time, what little hold her groin was still managing finally gave out, Senko's long-awaited pee began in earnest.
The little dribble that had been leaking out of her panties bloomed into a strong and chaotic spray, golden water all but flying out in every downward direction possible. An impressive splatter of drops and streams crashed into the waters below, replacing the transparent blue with murky yellow within seconds. A cacophony of splashing and hissing hit her ears, nearly drowning out her own panting.
Alas, the bowl was not the only thing to be graced by the divine waters of a demigod. For as much pee was going into the water, just as much splattered against the sides, forming small puddles on each end. This included the rivulets running down Senko's legs, coating bare skin with a pungent warmth that especially offended her honed sense of smell. Her white socks became damp and stained, clinging to the bottoms of her feet as they pooled around. Even her skirt, lifted and pulled away, was not fully spared from wayward drops.
Looking down and watching it all from above, Senko couldn’t escape it; this “barely made it” pee of hers was just as much of an accident. Despite her very best, she was still defiling herself and the floor beneath her, the gross sensations of her unfortunate night back in full force. That some of it happened to hit its target offered only a slight amount of comfort. The sole silver lining she could really see was that Nakano was not here to witness it this time. This moment of shame was happening in private, at least for the time being.
Senko lowered her head and closed her eyes, letting out a moan expressing equal amounts of relief and disgrace. That awful pressure was finally leaving her, but not in a way that was even slightly acceptable for her. Once again, she was gonna have to clean up an embarrassing liquid, and she had no one to blame but herself. Well, maybe Shiro was a little at fault, but Senko was still the one who had agreed to this ridiculous idea. In a way, this was exactly the punishment she deserved for taking part in such a crude, undignified contest.
Her eyes did not open again until she felt the last of her pee being pushed out, the spray below dying away like a faucet being turned off. The bathroom became quiet, with only the sounds of the occasional drop falling into the bowl and Senko’s labored breath breaking the silence. It was hard to judge, but if Senko had to guess, this pee would have dwarfed her other accident had it all been on the floor.
But that was hardly important. All Senko knew was she felt gross, humiliated, exhausted, and ashamed, wanting to run and hide away forever. She couldn't do that, though; she was a pampering fox, and would complete her duties no matter how awful she felt.
First, she would have to clean herself, just enough to track as little pee as possible. Senko pulled off her socks and panties, shook her skirt loose of any drops, and wiped her legs and crotch as dry as she could. She was still far from presentable, especially now that she was going commando, but it would do until she got this mess cleaned up. At least my tail didn't get wet this time…
Something else got wet, though: her bare foot, as it stepped on the tile just before the door. A shiver went from her foot up her spine, but it wasn't until she looked down that the shock really hit.
Below her was a puddle of yellow, pooling in from under the door. Suddenly, Senko remembered the other girl bursting for the bathroom. She pulled the door open, knowing what to expect, but being horrified all the same.
There was Shiro, kneeling in a massive puddle of her own making and looking as though she could cry at the drop of a hat. If Senko needed more reason to feel bad about today, looking into her junior’s broken eyes would accomplish just that.
It only got worse. The sound of a door opening pulled her attention again. There was Nakano, looking as confused as ever, even more so when his eyes drifted to the fox sitting in her pee that practically touched both opposing walls, such was its spread.
Senko could only look like a kid being caught by their parents after making a big mess. She hadn't thought at all about how she was going to explain this to him. It was hard to even think straight with the smell and cling of waste on her. She needed more time, if only for the shock to settle.
"K-Kuroto," she said with a shaky voice.
"Senko-san, what happened here?" He asked, walking up to them.
"Wait." She held up a hand, bringing him to a stop. "I promise I will explain everything, but I need to get everything cleaned up first."
Nakano looked between the two girls, seeing not just Shiro's obvious mess, but Senko's lack of socks and wet patch on her skirt, along with the shame in her eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay. Do what you need to. I'll be out here if you need me."
Still so understanding, even when faced with a big mess. There was a reason why Senko chose to look after him. "Thank you," she said and bowed, then turned and gently grabbed Shiro by the shoulders. "Come on, you should head straight to the bath. I'll join you once I've mopped up our messes."
"S-so wet. So gross…" Shiro mumbled as she was pulled up to her shaky legs. It was only now that she noticed her tail feeling a bit heavier and leaving a trail of drips behind her on the way to the bath. There would be a lot of scrubbing to make sure her white tail remained that way.
Meanwhile, Senko tried her best to stay strong, even when she only wanted to break down like her friend. Save it for the bath, she told herself. She would need this time to get clean and think of how she would find the courage to explain this to Nakano.
“A… holding contest?”
Nakano looked rather bewildered at the two foxgirls kneeling on the floor before him. Now that both cleanup and bathtime were over, Senko was dressed in her sleep robe while Shiro only had a towel wrapped around her torso for modesty. Neither girl looked him in the eyes.
“I still like to think I won it… somehow,” said Shiro.
“I think we’re way past the point of that mattering,” said Senko in a deflated tone.
“I admit I don’t understand the first thing about the nature of demigods, but I’m still at a loss here,” said Nakano. “What exactly led to this? This isn’t a game that spirits normally play, is it?”
“Kuroto, do you really take me for that kind of girl?” A crushed Senko slouched in shame, feeling a large weight dragging her down.
Nakano blushed at his words. "Er, let me try that again. Did this have anything to do with your, uh, incident a few nights ago?"
“You know, you should be thanking me,” said Shiro. “Senko was still hung up about her accident, so I wanted to show her that she could still be a good housekeeper and stuff!"
"Really?" He looked to Senko, who had been giving Shiro her version of the stink eye. "Is this true?"
"Uyan…" Senko's ears dropped. "It's true. The first part, at least. I was worried you might have thought less of me after what happened, and then I let Shiro talk me into this contest. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but…" she glanced away.
"Senko-san…"
"I had to prove it to myself." She looked him in the eyes. "Prove that my accident didn't mean I was unworthy of being a caretaker… of being your caretaker. Instead, I just made another mess to clean up. Some helpful fox I am, aren't I?"
Senko lowered her head, unworthy to look at him any further. Her fate was in his hands now, and she would accept whatever his judgment would be.
"Hmm… it's true that this makes your second mishap in only a few days' time," said Nakano, rubbing his chin. "And the same incident, no less. If this was a maid service, you would certainly be up for a long review, perhaps even a cut to your salary.”
"Wait, humans pay to be served?" asked Shiro, "Jazzko never brought that up with me. I could've made a fortune by now!"
What would you do with money in the first place? Senko thought.
"But…" Nakano knelt down to their eye level. "Senko-san, this isn't like a job. You don't have to worry about losing your position or anything like that. You've been wonderful to me ever since you showed up. I wouldn't dream of replacing someone as caring and hard-working as you, especially not for a little mistake like this."
"K-Kuroto…"
"Please promise me that you won't do another stunt like this just to prove something. You have nothing to prove to yourself, or to me."
Some days, Senko wondered if she truly deserved someone like Nakano. She slowly looked back at him, a faint smile forming on her lips. “Mm, I promise. No more silliness with my bladder anymore.”
Nakano returned her smile. “I’m happy to hear that. Do you feel a little better now?”
“A little bit, but…” Senko frowned. “It doesn’t feel right somehow.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know it’s not a proper job, but I don’t think I should be let off so easily for making the same mistake twice.”
“Wait, so you’re… asking to be punished?” said Nakano.
Senko bowed and said, “I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit for Shiro and me.”
“Wait, me too!?” Shiro balked, ready to voice her objection more until a stern look from Senko convinced her otherwise. “Ugh, fine. I guess I deserve it.”
“Hmm…” Nakano stood up, placing a hand to his chin. For a moment, Senko wondered if he would actually punish them for anything. He wasn’t the kind of person who would hurt a fly.
"Alright, I've decided!"
Senko and Shiro looked up with worry. "Y-you have?" asked Senko.
"This ought to be fun," groaned Shiro.
"For your punishment tonight…" Nakano paused for dramatic effect, then raised his hands as though he was about to grab something. A wry smile formed that made goosebumps grow on each girl. "Extra fluffy-fluffy time!" he declared with childish glee.
"Uyan!?"
"W-whaaaaaat!?"
The perfectly-kept tails of Senko and Shiro flared up as horrified stares came over them.
"I need to make sure your tails are properly clean and dry. Now then, should we sit here or on the bed?"
"No!" Shiro jumped up and before Nakano could move an inch, mouth agape in panic. "I'll never let a human touch my tail!"
Nakano dropped his smile and hands. "Shiro, I-"
"Stay away from me, you creep!" Shiro leapt back again, making both Nakano and Senko gasp, but for a very different reason.
As Shiro didn't wear towels often, the knot she tied was a bit too loose to handle sudden movements. It slipped and fell to the ground, leaving the fox girl in all her natural glory in the living room. Both Senko and Nakano felt a red heat growing on their faces, having been exposed to a view neither were prepared for.
It only took Shiro a second to notice how drafty she suddenly felt. Glancing down, her face burned bright to match the other two’s blushes. There was a fine line between exposing herself willingly and accidentally giving a human a view they weren’t worthy of.
“Eeeeyaaaaahhhhh!” Shiro immediately turned and bolted towards the wall behind the bed. Nakano and Senko were treated to a second of bare kitsune bottom before she vanished through the wall in a flash of light, not to be seen again for the rest of the day.
The room fell quiet for a few seconds before anyone spoke. “I… was joking about the tail-petting,” said Nakano.
"That was mean, you know," said Senko. Even if she might have brought it on herself today.
"Mmm, I'll have to apologize to her next time we meet." Nakano looked around and scratched his chin. "So, uh, what do we do now? It feels like I’ve been through an entire day, but it’s not even sundown yet."
Senko sighed and moved to the bed. "Guess I better get my punishment over with."
"Wait, what?" asked Nakano.
He got his answer when Senko sat down and raised her tail, perfectly fluffed and dried, in his direction. "Go on, you know you want to."
"Are you sure about this? You've had a rough day. I wouldn't want to force you to do something like this."
"It's fine. Having my tail touched will be the least embarrassing thing that happens to me today."
Nakano's eyes followed the tip of Senko's tail as it flicked back and forth. "Uh, well, if you insist," he said, sitting down. He lifted a hand and gingerly placed it on the bushiest part.
Senko stifled a squeak as Nakano, incorrigible as always, worked his fingers through her fur. It seemed that her massive hold today had once more left her tail particularly sensitive. This was likely going to be a short petting session, as she doubted she would last long before… well, it wouldn’t end with her peeing herself this time, thankfully.
Speaking of embarrassing, Senko couldn’t help but think of Shiro. The poor girl ended up stark naked in front of good friends, but she still had to wonder who really had it worse off today. Shiro didn't have to have such a sacred part of her handled by a human, even if Nakano's ministrations weren't exactly unpleasant. Either way, Senko hoped Shiro had learned something today just like she did. Neither of them would be piddling around again anytime soon, that was for sure.
“Gah!”
Shiro’s feet landed on cold tile as the portal closed behind her. She knew humans couldn't follow her through walls, but ran through two sets of them just to be sure she was safe from the grabby hands of the lecherous Nakano. Pulling her tail to her chest like a child with a stuffed animal, Shiro groaned. “The nerve of some humans,” she griped to herself.
With that out of the way, Shiro could refocus on the main reason for her sour mood. She’d never admit it out loud, but today had backfired on her spectacularly. She wanted nothing more than to stay here and keep hugging her tail in solitude, hoping that she would wake up to find it was just a bad dream.
“Sh-Shiro!?”
“Eh!?” Shiro’s eyes snapped open. She was definitely not dreaming, and certainly not alone. Turning her head, she quickly realized where she was and who was with her.
Sitting next to her in the cramped room was Koenji, who looked upon Shiro with wide-open, sleep-deprived eyes. More than that, she was sitting on her custom-installed Western-style toilet with her shorts and panties pulled past her knees, her legs closed together for modesty.
"Jazzko!?" Only now did Shiro realize exactly where she had warped into.
"H-how did you get in my toilet!?" said Koenji. "And why are you naked!?"
“Um… uh…” Shiro’s eyes darted about. She had remembered Nakano and Senko asking her to avoid using any of her powers around other humans. Not that she cared normally, but this was another mistake on top of her big screw-up today, a real blow to her ego. Plus, she really didn’t want to explain exactly what led her to be in the buff in someone else’s water closet.
Without a response, Koenji looked downwards. “And yet your ears and tail are still on you, plus my door was locked. It’s like you’re… you’re… ah!”
Koenji’s face lit up as though she had reached an epiphany. The words “Oh crap!” went through Shiro’s mind; had she just blown a big secret, at least one that other people cared about?
But then Koenji’s open mouth lifted into a smile, and her eyes drooped to a half-lid. A sigh left her lips as the sound of water trickling into water filled the cramped room, coupled with a faint hiss as it grew stronger.
“Yep, I'm definitely seeing things again. Need some shut-eye after this,” mumbled Koenji, letting her eyes fall shut as she enjoyed her tinkle, even if she had an audience.
Meanwhile, Shiro groaned and turned her head away, not wanting to watch someone else on the throne. "Am I the only one who didn't get the toilet today?"
"Hmm-hmm-hmm, that worked much better than I expected."
Far above in the sacred realm, the great fox spirit Yozora chuckled as she reclined in her luxurious lounging chair, lightly swirling a cup of sake in her hand. She had been watching over Senko and Shiro’s misadventures all day with a knowing smile. Of course Shiro would pull a stunt like this after learning about Senko’s accident, inevitably leading to a lesson of humility for the brash girl. However, for Senko to end up learning another lesson as well… even Yozora had to admit, she sometimes surprised herself with how well her plans worked.
Pleased with her work, Yozora was content to lie down and enjoy some pleasant sleep. However, her smile drooped as she finally took notice of something that would keep her from getting that sleep: a pesky pressure within her groin. After watching her two understudies hold it all day, it was finally time for Yozora to relieve herself as well, if she was to get any good rest.
Sitting back up, she swung her legs to the side and spread them wide. With her free hand, she lifted up the little bit of robe keeping her modest down there and parted the gates of her most sacred shrine, baring a most magnificent sight if anyone were around to see.
In this position, Yozora couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back the coming flood. She pushed out a powerful, robust, golden spray, arcing it up into the air before raining down onto the cloud floor a few feet away. A strong hiss akin to the spray of a fire hose filled the surrounding air, further conveying the power of her relief.
Yozora smiled and sighed as she watched her pee flying out of her and absorbing into the clouds with a muffled noise. Even something as crude and basic as emptying her bladder gave her a little sense of satisfaction, especially when it left such a pleasant feeling in its wake.
She would remain here, taking in the pleasure of a good pee for the next several minutes, for the bladder of a demigod was nothing to make light of. Even as the cloud below turned darker and more golden, no doubt ready to empty its contents onto the earth before much longer, Yozora smiled without a care in the world, even pausing to take a sip of sake every now and then. She had earned this relief, and would enjoy every second of it like a true goddess would.
(A/N: And that's it, likely the last Senko-san story I will write, barring any potential second anime seasons. With this, I am going to be stepping back from writing for a while, not just for health-related reasons, but also because this holiday season is shaping up to be a very chaotic one, and I doubt I'd be able to get anything substantial out with the little free time I'll have. I'll still hang around the site, so feel free to send me messages and stuff. Until next time!) |
Jenny, Megan and Katie went to the the mall for a bit of shopping. They browsed around the dozens and dozens of clothing stores, stuffed their faces at the food court, and even checkout the video game section at the electronics store. They were in a large clothing store, like the one Jenny used to work at, browsing through the racks. Megan was shuffling through some shirts on a rack while sipping her lemonade. She noticed Katie was looking around, but not looking at clothing racks, more like sneaking around and looking for people. She was tying to hide it, but Megan recognized the demeanor and slowly worked her way over to Katie.
"I know what you're doing." She mumbled softly to her daughter. Katie looked at her with a guilty face, them stammered "uh, I'm just looking for the restroom." Megan glanced around. The restrooms were actually pretty close by, only several meters away. "Come on." Megan mumbled again. She took Katie over by some larger racks near a wall, then mumbled to her "I'll keep watch, go ahead." Katie smiled slightly, and wasted no time on the opportunity. Megan kept watch while pretending to look at some pants hanging on a nearby rack, waiting for her 12 year old daughter to finish peeing her shorts.
When the splattering on the carpet died down, Megan mumbled "feel better?"
Katie responded "Yep!"
"Good, my turn. Keep watch." The request was superfluous as Katie was barely as tall as the racks and wouldn't spot someone coming until it was already too late. Megan knew this, however, and kept watch for herself while still pretending to look at the pants on the rack. While Katie had worn shorts and Jenny had worn jeans, Megan came prepared: she was wearing a summer dress with maroon boyshorts underneath and sandals. A stream of pee fell straight down between her legs and splattered on the carpet, spraying droplets all over her feet and ankles. She quickly became self conscious of how loud the splattering was in the relatively quiet store, so she put her legs together. The pee rushed silently down her legs, over her feet and into the carpet. Her concentration slipped for a moment as she enjoyed her dirty habit a little too much. She exhaled a little harder, bit her lip, and long blinked. When she opened her eyes, she was startled by movement in her peripheral vision. She prepared to squeeze and halt the stream as turned her head to look. Her heart rate spiked and she sharply inhaled, then, she recognized it was Jenny. She fully relaxed and continued peeing full force down her legs. Jenny smiled slightly, but kept her gaze up so as not to give away Megan's act to any would-be onlookers. As Jenny got closer, she casually peered down, as if looking at the bag Megan was holding.
"Wow!" she exclaimed under her breath with wide eyes.
"What?" Megan asked quickly. She looked down at the floor and muttered "oh my gosh..." The wet spot on the floor Katie had left was reasonably sized. Megan's spot, however, was impressively and unexpectedly large. "Shit." She mumbled to Jenny.
"Maybe those extra large lemonades weren't a good idea after all." Jenny said softly, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was nearby. "We should probably go." she added.
"Hold on..." Megan said "...almost done..." The streams down each of Megan's legs thinned, then turned into droplets, then she was finally finished. "Alright, let's make like a tit and bounce."
The three girls walked as inconspicuously as they could toward the door back into the mall corridor. Megan's sandals squeaked a barely audible sound as she walked and her legs were still quite obviously wet. Once they were out of the stored, they laughed.
"Holy shit mom!" Katie exclaimed.
"I know right!" Megan replied "I did not expect that much. Damn." They all chuckled, then Megan looked at Jenny and said "Your turn. The giant lemonades were your idea, you're not getting out of here without joining us." Jenny broke into a guilty grin.
"What?" Megan asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"I already went..." Jenny said in a guilty tone. Megan looked down at Jenny's pants, then back up at her. She stepped closer and said quietly "You're still dry. Did you wimp out and use the restroom?!?"
"No..." Jenny muttered. She lifted the front of her shirt slightly and pulled the waistband of her jeans forward. Megan looked down and saw that Jenny had cheated.
"OH!" Megan said more loudly than she had intended. She spoke quietly again "So you wore a diaper, then suggested we get these giant fucking lemonades? You set us up!" Megan was trying to be serious and look upset but in reality she was on the verge of busting into laughter and couldn't keep from chuckling as she spoke.
At this moment, Katie chimed in: "I think we should make her buy another lemonade and then stay here until she leaks." Megan looked proudly at her daughter, then said "Sounds fair to me!" They made their way back to the food court and watched as Jenny purchased another extra large 44 oz flavored lemonade. By this time Megan's legs and feet had dried, although her panties were still moist and now bit chilly. She didn't mind though, she got a certain thrill from walking around in such a public place with pee soaked panties under her dress.
"Now, no babying it. You'd better chug that thing down all within the next 20 minutes." Megan said as Jenny returned from the food counter. Jenny rolled her eyes as she took three large gulps from the straw.
An hour later, after walking through a few more stores, Jenny nudged Megan and gave her a slight nod. The store they were in was pretty empty, so they went to the back corner. Megan and Katie (who's shorts were now dry) watched as Jenny peed in her already wet diaper. They could hear the faint hissing, but visually there was nothing exciting. Jenny's face grew more and more red in proportion to how full she felt the diaper was. Her bladder was half empty, and so far no leaks. Three quarters empty, no leaks. She sighed in relief as her bladder reached empty. Still no leaks. Megan looked Jenny in the eye with a large shit-eating grin from ear to ear. "More lemonade." She mumbled with the tone of a villain in a superhero movie. Jenny swallowed hard. Then it happened. She moved only a little, just shifting her stance a tiny bit, and suddenly a large wet spot erupted on the lower front of her crotch. It shot out with such force that Jenny's jeans were instantly wet down to her knee on one leg and a couple dozen drops of pee pattered on the tile floor. Jenny's mind instantly bounced from shy embarrassment to full on excitement.
She stared at Megan, breathing heavily. Her heart pounded, her body trembled, her clit demanded attention, it took all the willpower she had to not pin Megan to the wall and fuck her right there. She fidgeted with her hands as she resisted the urge to jam them down her pants and pleasure herself. She forgot, for a moment, that she was in a store, in a public mall, surrounded by hundreds of people. That she would have to walk nearly a quarter mile past teenagers, parents with children and old people to get to the car. The rest of the world melted away for just a short moment as she stared into Megan's eyes, feeling the dirty deed she had just done for her lover, a deed most people would be disgusted by, but not Megan. She knew that once they got home they'd tearing each other's clothes off-- wait, got home got home! Jenny suddenly snapped back to reality. "Fuck" She thought silently to herself as she fully realized her situation. Her diaper had continued to leak some more and now her one leg was wet almost all the way to her ankle. She suddenly realized Megan was talking to her.
"Jenny, hello, earth to Jenny!" Megan said waving her hand in front of Jenny's face.
"Oops." Jenny said absent mindedly as she tried to process the situation.
"Good oops." Megan responded. "Put this on." Megan was holding out a skirt she had purchased earlier. It was full length, so it would cover all of Jenny's jeans.
"Oh my gosh, you're amazing!" Jenny said taking the skirt. She slipped it on and folded the tag into the waistband. It didn't really match her shirt well, but she didn't care at this point.
"Hey, are you girls alright?" The voice startled them. It was the employee who had been standing behind the counter near the front of the store when they walked in.
"Yeah, we're great, thanks!" Megan responded awkwardly.
"Alright, uh, let me know if you need anything." Jenny nearly had a heart attack. She suddenly realized the guy was in one of her college classes. She couldn't remember his name, and wasn't sure if he had recognized her or not. She hoped he hadn't. As he walked away, she mouthed "Let's go" and they left.
They made it to the car without any incident, although Jenny's diaper had leaked more. Her one leg was now more thoroughly soaked than before and her other was wet down to the knee. Before getting in the car, Jenny removed the skirt so she wouldn't get it wet. As she sat down in the passenger seat, her diaper squished and there was a loud rushing hiss as pee jetted out of the diaper leg holes, soaking the butt of Jenny's jeans and the seat (luckily Megan's car had faux leather seats, so liquid wouldn't ruin them). Megan watched the whole ordeal and laughed from the driver's seat. She pushed the button to start the car, but didn't go right away. Turns out, the extra large lemonade was still affecting her. She took a moment to pee herself in her seat, soaking her panties again and this time also her dress. Megan then drove home.
Megan and Jenny had started keeping a stash of towels in the garage to clean up car wettings. Megan tossed a towel over the car to Jenny and they both wiped their seats dry. Katie left a trail into the house. She began peeing her shorts as soon as she was out of the car and it streamed steadily down her legs as she walked into the house, through the kitchen and down the hall to her room. As soon as they were alone, Jenny pounced on Megan, kissing her ferociously. They stripped each other down piece by piece as they made their way down the hallway to the bedroom. Jenny's diaper was the last thing to come off as they closed the bedroom door. |
Hello everyone! i've been here for a while contributing a few artworks with a little story in them mostly about my OC. Then i decided to write a full story about them. So i hope you guys enjoy it.
Majoring in Desperation
Chapter 1 : Desperate Dorm
She walk through of a now quiet hallway. It was spawning with people not so long ago, “Weird”, She mumbles as she tries to find the dormitory. After a long day of walking around filling up the registration for her college ID, she just wants to sink herself on her bed and put all her stuff.
When she reach the Dormitory it’s obvious now where are all the other students are, this place is as lively as a carnival. Well maybe that’s just an exaggeration, but it is quite lively except for the hall. Anyway she still have to find the dorm keeper and her sister. They have to split up at registration since they are having a different major. They were supposed to meet up at the entrance.
Suddenly a text message arrived :
Indah : Hey where are you?
You : Im at the entrance where are you?
Indah : Oh shit I forgot were supposed to meet there. I already found the dormkeeper now.
You : That’s fine, so where is it?
Indah : Just went straight through the entrance and go left. I’ll wait for you there.
You : All right, thanks.
She finally saw her sister Indah. She told her to register her room, Indah already requested to share a room with her. She was told that they get to share rooms but they also have to share it with another two people.
“What’s your name”, the dorm keeper ask
“Bianda Renata”, She answer.
She finished her form and calls Indah to go to their room together. She was quite excited to see her dorm. Since it had a lot of nice facilities like indoor bathroom, Free Internet and even a Laundry sevice.
On the other hand Indah was just hoping she can use the bathroom, That liter of water bottle she drank earlier starts to fill up her bladder. She can feel the urge started to appear, but she keeps it to herself since it’s not really that bad.
“WAITT!!”, The dorm keeper yells, “You guys have to follow the dorm tour first!”
“Can’t we put our stuff first?”, Bianda asks.
“Sadly no, you need to gather at the front of the dorm now”
Indah sighed, realizing something’s wrong Bianda ask her what’s going on. “No, nothing”, Indah answer again she don’t think she has to go that badly. So they went to the front to meet the others. Turns out all those people are gathering for the tour too, that’s why it’s so crowded.
The tour finally starts. It’s not supposed to be long, they just went around the dorm one time, but it doesn’t feel that way to her. Her bladder keep feeling up and the urges are getting stronger, she pressed hardly on her crotch but tries to keep her posture to not attract attention.
“OH FUCK” someone screamed but it’s not Indah. It’s Bianda, “I HAVE TO GO NOW”. This always happens, Bianda won’t even feel a bit of urge until it’s unbearable than she will notice. She pressed her crotch tightly and crossed her legs. It’s a good thing the tour has ended but now Bianda could barely move. Watching Bianda that desperate didn’t really help Indah either, she only felt worst. They can only walk slowly to their room.
Each step they take is a challenge and their room just seem getting farther and farther. Bianda can feel a leak coming out, luckily she can stop it. While Indah just keep pressing down her bright pink pants.
“Bianda. . . I don’t want to wet myself in public on my first day of college”, said indah while hopping up and down to hold her pee.
“You think I want to? I don’t want to ruin these pants too, their brand new”, Bianda answers.
Finally they reach their room. The good news is the door is unlocked, the bad news is the bathroom door is locked. “OH MY GOD!!! PLEASE HURRY UP!!” Bianda panicked as she banged on the door. “SORRY BUT WE REALLY NEED TO GO SO BADLY!!!!”, Indah also yells since she’s at her limit, She can feel a leak damping up her panties. When the door opened they went barging straight inside, the girl inside was so shocked that she fell in the bathtub.
Now they realize they have a problem. There’s only one toilet and none of them could wait even a second more. But they can’t think for too long because the can feel another leak and this one can’t be stopped. So no other choice they have to share the bowl. Not giving them a chance to take off their pants, pee starts coming out damping their panties so they just sit and let it all out.
“AAAAAHHHHHH” the feeling of sweet sweet relieve is the only thing they could feel now. Sweating with their legs relaxed the flow keeps coming out dripping off their pants for another thirty seconds.
Until suddenly the door opens and another girl was shocked seeing what happened, her friend in the tub and two girls who shared a bowl feeling so relieved not even realizing the situation they’re at.
“Not much made it huh?”, the girl smirked and asked.
“Oh no!”, they both panicked as they realize the situation their at. Until now the flow still hasn’t stopped. They don’t know what to do because it just feels so good.
“I’ll wait till you guys are finished”. Finally it stops, the feeling of relieved are now mixed with an embarrassment. Now they left the bathroom and meet the girl inside. “Ah you guys are finally done”, She greets them with a warm welcome even warmer than their pants.
“My name is Nadya, the girl you just pushed into the tub here is Jessica”, she introduced herself.
“We’re so sorry, we’re just so desperate”, Bianda apologize.
“Nah don’t worry we all been there”, Jessica answer lightly.
Nadya then pointed their side of the room. The room is quite big for a dorm standard. It had two bunkbeds, the left part of the room is already occupied by Jessica at the bottom and Nadya on top.
“By the way before you do anything, don’t forget to change first”, Nadya laughs.
So they change and unpack all their stuff. Luckily the class didn’t start till Wednesday so they don’t have to rush. Embarrassment is the only thing they feel now so Jessica tries comfort them. She said that accidents is a normal thing that happens especially here. It’s not much but it helps nonetheless. It was 11:00 pm. and after such a day everyone went to bed. Waiting for a whole year ahead. “I wish this won’t happened again”, Bianda spoke to herself.
The next day they woke up with one of them wet the bed.
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So what do you guys think? I hope you all enjoyed it.
Also i'm giving you guys a choice but since it's not that many i'm not putting it in interactive stories. Which girl you guys want to see going through their day next time? |
Chapter 2 : After Party Presentations
At the beginning of the night while all her roommates prepared for tomorrows class, Nadya was busy picking up outfits to wear. "Hey guys does this jeans make my butt looked big?" , she asked, "Yeah too bad", answers Bianda.
"Well screw you that's what i'm looking for! Why aren't you guys dressing up anyway??", Nadya pouted and asked.
"We have presentation tomorrow Nadya, this is important we already failed the mid test last time", Indah answered.
"But you're all done and finished! all you have to do is come and read whatever it is you made, I know the Professor he's not a scary type"
"Yeah well. . . ", Indah hesitated. Frankly she really wanna come considering it's Ladies Night at the Club and they can have everything half priced.
"You know what, you're right fuck it, i'll get my blouse", Jessica went inside the bathroom.
And after barely any arguments they just went up and prepared to hit the pub. Bianda wearing a tight red shirt and a mini-skirt, Indah wearing a sleeveless shirt and a green joggerpants. Nadya being the most prepared wore a Jeans and a tanktop covered with a pink Jacket. And Jessica wearing a crop top blouse and a smooth silky white pants.
Their night of crazy drinking began. . .
But this is not about their night. . .
"BEEP ! ! ! BEEEP ! ! ! BEEP ! ! !"
The alarm went off at 9.00 am
Jessica's eyes open in shocked because she realised the condition she's in. "BIANDA, INDAH WE'RE LATE!!!", She shouted. Panickedly she wakes up Indah who still falls asleep in her bed. It's not hard to wake her up because she too realised what is happening and Bianda came out from the bathroom still not fully sober. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" They all panicked and grab whatever they need (which is just a laptop) and ran through the whole campus to their class. Nadya was right though because the teacher still let them enter the class. "oh it's fine you're only 10 minutes late, come in", so they all can sit down and sigh in relief that they made it.
Until Jessica feels a little sting in her bladder, she realised that she haven't had the chance to pee this morning. She grabs her crotch tightly but she doesn't want to make any big deal out of it because she felt she can control it. "You haven't pee as well?", Indah asked her while she holds her crotch as well. Turns out both of them are on the same pickle. "Yeah you think?", Jessica answered.
Both of them are squirming trying their best to hold it and not make it obvious. "Jessica, can't we pee first???", asked Indah Both of them wanted to go but they can't miss their chance of presentation. They bite their lips, grabbing their crotch wiggling (as subtle as they can) to hold it in at all cost.
"Okay next Indah! Jessica! you're next", The professor finally called their name.
"You sure we can do this?", Indah asked
"We'll finished it as quickly as possible and be gone then", Jessica whispered.
They can no longer act normal, all the subtlety starts to disappear as their bladder gets more and more filled. But they still begin their presentation.
Her minds keep jumbling words as she reads the presentation they both made but the only thing on their mind right now is their bladder and that one asshole who keeps making water sound with his mouth.
"That's all everyone thank you for your attention", Jessica closes up the presentation. She finally felt relieved because it's finally over but she suddenly feel a bit of pee leaking on her panties. "Oh shit!" Jessica screams inside her head she tried to lean back a little to make sure nothing else come out. Indah is not doing well either, her hands never left her crotch from beginning to end. It's a very sad yet hilarious view from the student perspective.
"Sir, excuse me. . . but can we go to the bathroom this is really really an emergency. . . ", Indah asked.
Jessica squint her eyes trying to hold her pee as hard as she can. But she realised that she can't hold on much longer. .
"oh shit, is she wetting in class again?" whisper one of the boys.
"Oh of course! GO GO!" The professor realised what condition they're in.
"Thank you very much sir!" They both ran out as quickly as they can.
The toilet is not that far from the class, but in the condition they're in it felt like a kilometer. They're going as fast as they can but it only equals to small tiny steps at a time. almost 2 bottle of booze they drink last night are knocking directly at their crotch begging for relieve. Every single steps is a battle for their panties, every single step they have to stop and regain control of their bladder.
When they enter the bathroom they're greeted with fully occupied stall. "Oh god please anyone in there be quick we're both bursting here!!!", Indah yells and knocked on the door. Jessica being in worse condition than Indah can only concentrate on not letting anymore leaked. When the door opens, Indah who's at the front door quickly enters the stall.
Jessica suddenly realised this and screams, "INDAH PLEASE, THAT'S NOT FAIR I'M ALREADY LEAKING HERE!!!!". Though luck Jessica.
Indah couldn't hear anything, the sigh of relief she got felt so orgasmic.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh", she sigh as her bladder finally empties.
A jet stream of piss burst out immediately, dripping through her legs. She doesn't care that her pants are not down at all, she's not even attempting any effort to get them off, to her making it on the bowl is one hell of an achievement.
All the tense muscle she had relaxed and she sits on the bowl resting her head on the wall, while pee still drips through her pants. "At least i mad it in the bowl", she giggled (even though just barely of her pee went in the bowl).
On the other side of the wall it's still not over with Jessica.
"Dammit Indah", Jessica hobble around dancing trying to hold her now leaking piss. She sees a trash can beside the corner of the stall. "Dammit, again???" She whispered to herself. But her filled to the max bladder had no time to negotiate, She either pull her pants down and go there or bye bye clean panties.
Well. . .
Jessica had no time for both, she can only squat down and let her agonising pee burst out from her crotch. Her legs gave out and as she sits on top of the thrash can, pee went through her legs damping her silk pants and panties.
"Ahhh. . . . fuck it", she sighed in relief
Things went around for about two minutes of feeling their best relief yet. Until they realised what condition they're both in. Wet pants and a big ass puddle, at least it was in the bathroom.
"Are you guys done?", Bianda appeared out of nowhere.
Jessica embarrassed and shocked ask,"how long were you there?"
"Just now, i know you guys are gonna have a bathroom break but i didn't know it would end like this. . .", Bianda amazed at the situation answered.
"We'll i guess two bottle of booze are not a good idea to be ignored.", Indah came out from the stall with not a single part of her pants dry.
"You guys still wanna go back to class?", ask Bianda.
They all immediately agrees that was a bad idea, so they all decided to head back to their dorm room. Indah had to ask her friend to bring her laptop later because there is no way in hell she's going back and go through the class with a cold damp pants, the class was about to end anyways. They went through the least crowded place on the campus trying to act normal even though some people realise the massive wet patch on their pants. On the way back Jessica ask Bianda, "Wait how come you're not bursting on your way in the bathroom or the hall??"
"I was wasted in our bathroom remember?", Bianda shrugs.
"Oooh. . . But at least you managed to pee right?", Jessica continues
"Eeeeeehhhh. . . .", Bianda kinda don't want to answer, "Not really. . ."
"So yeah i haven't had time to change either so i'm still wearing my wet panties . . .", Bianda confesses
"Ewwww gross!!", Indah replied.
"Look i'm not fond about it either alright. Besides you're not in the position to judge"
"You have a point. . .", Indah looked at her pants that's beginning to dry up.
"Did you at least clean the floor??", Jessica ask.
"No i was panicked as hell this morning, so i had no chance to react correctly. If i was able to clean the floor i will definitely had time to change my panties!", Bianda pouted, "Nadya is still in the dorm, she had a night class tonight. So she probably clean it already, she doesn't like dirty bathroom."
As these girl with wet patches open their room and being greeted with the view inside, all of them say the same thing.
"Yeaaaah, Definitely not."
End of Chapter 2
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Wow, i finally finished the chapter. I'm really sorry that it took so long from my promised time but it turns out i was biting more than i can chew. But here is the continuation of the story, I hope you guys love it.
Feel free to give any advice i'm open to criticism, and tell me what you think about this or perhaps any ideas on who should the next chapter focus on and what situation would it be.
Thank you everyone! |
part 2
day 3
Over the last day Stephanie had the time to learn more about her cabin mates and why they decided to attend camp. Emily had decided to go after an embarrassing accident in school,Scarlett had doubts about her holding ability and thought she could test it hear, kacey did pee holding contest at home with her friends and wanted to get an edge over them and as for Jamie she thought this would help her hold her pee on family road trips as she hated having to pee in bottles or on the side of the road.
yesterday consisted of their counceller teaching them methods on how to hold their pee which lead to another holding contest though instead of having to pee themselves they were made to hold for a set amount of time and then told to try and make it to the bathroom though since every group did it at the same time they knew the bathroom would be crowded so 4 of them just ran to the bushes and pee'd there with Jamie bolting to the toilet she made it but she had a small wet spot on her leggings.
Stephanie woke up on the third day to find her cabin empty she was a heavy sleeper and it was still before the earliest wake up time so she figured the rest of her group was already up. this was confirmed when kacey walked into the room and told her the rest of the girls were queing for the showers and told her to get moving.
When she got up she noticed she had to pee quote badly as they had stayed up late talking amongst each other and had some sugary drinks each girl had brought from home and it filled her bladder over night she quickly got up grabbed a towel and fresh clothes and followed kacey to the shower and toilets when she got there she saw a line of about 20 girls for the toilet and anothe 15 for the shower cubicles sure she could go in the smaller line and pee in the shower it there no way she could wait in that either. kacey saw the look on her face and said "you need to pee?" Stephanie nodded "badly and I can't wait in either line" kacey thought for a second and said "come with me I know a secluded spot u can pee in it's what I did yesterday I always just find a bush to pee in when I can't wait " kacey left the block and Stephanie followed behind her.
she was lead to a secluded area at the back of the camp kacey looked arou d and said "go here I'll keep watch" Stephanie listened and lowered her trousers and panties before lowering into a squatting position at a tree after a small sigh a thick stream exited her urethra and splattered onto the dirt at her feet she sighed in relief as she kept peeing and prayed no be would come along. her stream started to slow after 30 seconds and stopped after 45 though she continued to sit there for a bit letting her urethra dry off so no evidence would be left when she came back out to see kacey she said "you need to go get showered now and meet us in the mess hall" Stephanie nodded and headed for the shower block.
When Stephanie arrived at the mess hall she noticed her group sitting at a table together in which after getting some food promptly joined them. she sat at the table to see her group greet her whilst she ate she noticed Scarlett and Jamie moving around a bit while they spoke but she thought nothing of it . eventually Scarlett spoke up and said" I gotta run to the bathroom " Jamie followed up with "I gotta go too " they watched the girls go to the door only to be turned away by thecouncrllr who was standing by it. the girls sat back at the table and Scarlett said " they said nobody leave until breakfast finishes in 30 minutes. Stephanie then said it's alright u can hold it" Jamie said " no u don't get we are both bursting we haven't been since 7 pm yesterday" all the girls looked panicked apart from kacey who handed them her empty coffee thermos and told them "here use this" Jamie looked at her in shock and said "I'm not using that the reason I came here is so I won't need to do stuff like this" Scarlett simply looked at the thermos for a minute and said "uhh fine but only cause I'm wearing a skirt it should be easier to not be noticed tell me if someone notices" the girls nodded their heads.
Scarlett then opens the thermos and puts in under the table as Emily sees her home her skirt up and lower her panties to her shins she then shifts forward and positions the thermos at her pee hole the girls then hear a quiet psssss
along with a quiet ahhhh coming from Scarlett as Jamie tries to block it out as she makes sure no one's sees Scarlett. her stream continues for longer than usual as she had to keep it quiet and in that time Jamie had her hands in her crotch and was breathing heavily trying to if back the flow of urine trapped inside her. after 1 and a half minutes Scarlett stream suffices and she looks on the thermos and rd Jamie "if you wanted to go u can't now it's all full she then screwed the lid on and told kacey she'd wash it out and give it back to which she agreed.
Emily looked over at Jamie and said "Will u be able to hold it for 20 minutes" she replied with "I don't know"
Emily then had a crazy idea though she wasn't sure how Jamie would respond "okay Jamie none have the counceller have know were sitting here as they have not looked at us or came over here and u clearly won't make it till the end of breakfast maybe you could just pee on the floor" the look she gave Emily was in describeable " are u nuts what happens if someone finds out I'll get kicked out " Emily replied with "well it's better than everyone seeing you pee it pants and u cod just squat behind the table no one will see u our table doesn't face anywhere" Jamie just sat there continuing to think and then said "fine but just because I'm desperate " Jamie slowly got up from her seat but as she did asmall spurt escaped her urethra and sprayed her white panties she helped and increased the grip on her crotch before seeing something in the distance a closet with a window at that was possible to pee out of and the window was definitely openable she darted towards the closet losing spurts of piss as she did she ran in the closet and shut the door behind her she got her leggings and panties down to her knees and forced the window open she stuck her crotch out the window and then let her stream release out of poor strained bladder as a torrent came out of her and splattered on to the grass below as her piss exited her she moaned in relief as she looked down to see it was forming a puddle o a patch of grass below. it went on for longer than she expected at 30 seconds it was still going strong she thought to herself how much was she holding. her stream cut off at the 1 minute 15 mark and she took a moment to inspect the damage her panties were soaked but none had gone to her leggings. she pulled her panties and leggings up and exited the closet relieved to find that no one else had seen her go in.
she sat back at her table and continued eating her toast as kacey said "did u pee in the closet " Jamie looked at her and said "no I pee d out the window " all the girls gasped and kacey said "said even I haven't done that before that one's new" the girls continued to talk over the next 15 minutes before the end of breakfast and once it ended headed to meet their counceller for their second activity.
end of part 2
next part will feature Emily and kacey desperate to pee
I hope I improved on the first part as I can admit that wasn't my best work. and also if anyone looking for male desperation wants to make a male version of this I encourage it's just male desperation doesn't do much for me so it isn't something I'd write
Edited July 21, 2019 by Joey1234
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part 4
day 7
it was now a week since the girls had arrived at camp and they had started and they started to become good friends and on top of that their holding ability had increased drastically as they have been able to continually hold it during challenges and meals in which they were not allowed to use the bathroom and they also had to pee in the bushes less often as they were always able to holding until a stall was available even kacey who was always the first to walk out and go behind a tree had started to just wait it out in line but there was still times when the girls would struggle to make it and also times when they just had to pop a squat showing that they weren't yet expert holders
it was just after breakfast and the last 4 of the50 girls had started to trek out of the mess hall (kacey had ran ahead for some reason probably needed a wee) and the girls went to meet their counceller as they were first up for challenges.
Emily stayed back and said to her friends "I'll catch up I gotta pee first " her friends told her to her to be quick as they couldn't be late. Emily jogged to the toilet block normally she wouldn't ever have to pee after breakfast but she had started drinking coffee with her breakfast only to find it kinda went right through her. she went into the toilet block only to see practically every girl waiting in a massive line and could clearly hear there streams hitting the toilet bowl. she heard one flush and saw kacey walk out " Oh hey Emily you need to pee too" Emily just decided to go when she had the chance "oh no the other girls just asked me to see if I were done" both girls exited the block with Emily looking back on it.
soon the two girls met up with the others who had already met up with their counceller . each girl was given three items a bottle of water which they were told to drink right there,something to pit round their wrist which they were told was a tracker which could only be removed by a key thecounceller had and a map of the which had a mark saying restroom. Janet then explained the challenge "this challenge will test how able you girls are at finding a toilet with a map" as we said this four other councellers marched over to them "You will each be taken to a random point in the forest track each an equal distance away from the toilet the point you will start at is marked on each of your maps and when you reach your start point you will be given a compass and told to wait 5 minutes before walking. as for anyone who thinks they could just piss in a bush the tracker can also tell if you are currently peeing also to make the challenge more difficult the water you girls just drank was laced with dieturic" Emily gasped at this revelation.she had already needed to pee but hearing of the dieturic was nuts in fact she could already feel herneed increasing and she had seen how desperate they could make a personas her sister had took one to clear out an infection which made it harder for her to pee.
Emily and rest of the girls were lead off by their counceller with Emily taki g a glance at the bathroom before they were fully in the woods. when she arrived at her starting location she was given compass by the counceller and reminded to wait 5 minutes before setting off
those five minutes before setting off were when it really started to get serious that bottle was starting to work its way down and the dieturic was making it even worse as she had to cross her legs whilst standing though she was still determined to make it and as she was wearing a skirt it would be easy to just remove her pants when she got to the bathroom. before her tracker heaped indicating she could make her way she determined the bathroom was South East of where she was and she determined she should just go off the path it's be quicker that way.
the walk towards the bathroom was hellish as she had to stop every few minutes to regain control it felt like she was going to burst at any moment it reminded her of a school hiking trip when she tried to only pee when she was absolutely bursting as she hated peeing outdoors though she didn't wet herself that day she soaked 2 pairs of panties and nearly leaked into her leggings and o nthe second day one of her friends had to help her into the bushes as she couldn't walk right and later she had to pee on the path as she couldn't move and her friends wasn't carrying her luckily her group were the furthest behind. Emily didn't know why she was thinking about this as it wasn't helping her aching bladder at all this showed when a 3 second trickle escaped her urethra and she had to jam both her hands in to cut it off, her urethra burned due to her stream cutting off as it desperately needed relief it took her a bit to regain control but once she did she kept walking.
after a few minutes of walking she leaked again this time causing it to drop off her panties and onto the grass oh what she wouldn't give to just drop her panties and release her trapped urine all over the dirt she looked up only to see a sight she had been waiting for all day the bathroom she had been searching for with kacey and Jamie standing outside they didn't look desperate so it must be open. Emily bolted to the toilet constantly losing drops and leaving a small trail of urine behind her she grabbed the handl and shook wildly only for it not to open she turned to kacey and shouted "who's in there" she replied with "Stephanie and she got in but I know a way you can pee I did it when Jamie was in there. see the trackers aren't trackers they just detect if you're peeing inacertainarea and that area is larger than just the bathroom I learnt this from my older sites who was here a few years ago just pee behind the bathroom" Emily didn't know if this was false and she diidnt care she just ran behind the toilet and didn't even bother squatting she just raised her skirt moved her underwear to the side and with a sigh a torrent of pee exited her urethra and sprayed all over the wall and dirt she looked down at her torrent of piss and admired how much urine she held but she also saw the damage to her pants in short they were soaked she would have to change them when got back to the cabin. her stream was so loud it could be heard by Stephanie inside the toilet "has someone pee'd themselves" she asked kacey just said "I'll explain later" it was about 30 seconds into her piss when she saw Scarlett run right next to her who was also wearing a skirt lift it up move her pants to side and start spraying the same wall right next to her. she turned to Emily and said "I'm so sorry I just couldn't hold it any longold she responded with "it's okay" at 45 seconds of Emily peeing with no sign of her stream slowing down she heard the toilet flush and the fire open both girlscould hear footsteps overteir loud streams they saw Stephanie com round "What's going on here. oh sorry " as she jolted back round to where kacey and Jamie were Emily's stream finally slowed down at around a minute 30 and finally stopped after almost 2 minute. she put her panties back in place and headed back to the other girls with Scarlett still peeing wildly. she came back round after 30 seconds after Emily going back.
not 5 minutes later they saw their counceller coming towards . Emily, Scarlett and kacey expected to be scolded for behind the toilet but instead all girls were congratulated for pee so.g in the right area and were all lead back to camp and allowed to change out of any cloths that may have gotten wet
end of part 4
and also I've been thinking of making a spin-off about one of the other girls in the group which one would u like to see
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part 5 day 11
So far it had been business as usual with no special challenges so far but one thing for sure is that all the pee holding was starting to have a positive effect even though 2 of the girls couldn't wait to use the toilet and had to piss round the back of the block the girls holding ability was still better than ever at the start of the camp a couple of girls had wet themselves bit all that had stopped and to add to that more girls were willing to wait in the bathroom line than just pee behind a bush all 50 of the girls were rapidly improving but issues still arose now and again.
it was about 1pm on the 11th day and kacey was making her way to the toilet block. since she never pee d before or after breakfast she hasn't had a chance to go all day and the coffee with her breakfast wasn't helping she thought to herself "man why do I even still drink so much coffee it just go's right through me" she turns a corner to see the toilet block but also Stephanie outside jiggling the handle. she went over her and said "they must've locked it I mean they did say it would be randomly locked sometimes" Stephanie looked a bit surprised when she appeared out of nowhere but agreed "probably. let's just go to lunch I barely need to go anyway" Stephanie walked of to the mess hall hall and kacey followed her in truth she barely had to go she just liked to go when she got a chance as it could at anytime be randomly locked.
When the girls got to the mess hall the doors were locked behind them as was usual at this point and they took their seats with their friends. after 15 minutes food was made available and when given the offer of coffee kacey declined it as it wouldn't help her bladder which was slowly sending out slightly stronger messages that it needed release instead she just had water as she had found it made her the least desperate. lunch went on as normal apart from the odd leg cross from kacey who was starting to regret not just going in a bush as the morning coffee was still going down to her bladder along with some fruit juice she had afterwards.
while kacey was focusing on her food and her bladder she failed to notice that Stephanie was facing her own difficulties with her bladder. in truth she and lied about how desperate she was outside the toilet block in truth she already had to go quite badly when kacey went round and the fruit juice she had with her lunch wasn't helping as she had had her legs firmly crossed for 5 minutes and unlike the first time one of them had been desperate at meal times there was no thermos to relieve herself into and there was a counceller in front of the closet so that idea was out so at this point she had no options but to wait.
20 minutes went by and at this point Stephanie was seriously struggling and kacey was at the point of having firmly crossed legs and the craziest part was no one noticed Stephanie intense shifting or kacey crossed legs all 5 were just talking amongst each other whilst waiting for lunch to end.
soon an anoucement was given to say that lunch would end in 10 minutes and the sheer shock of someone suddenly shouting caused a small spurt of piss to escape Stephanie urethra and spray her black panties this caused her to shove both hands in her crotch to stop the impending flood from escaping and soaking her panties and leggings at this point kacey was at a point of having one hand dug in her crotch and biting her bottom lip she looked down to see her poor overflowed bladder had started to bulge out which would be noticeable if she stood up she decided she would just make a run for the bathroom without saying anything to her friends.
as the end of lunch came and the doors were unlocked both Stephanie and kacey ran out of their seats and bolted out the door but since Stephanie was much faster than kacey she made it to the bathroom first she ran in to see one stall was out of order before running in to the one closest to her she slammed the door shut and locked it before she could get her leggings off a continuous stream left her bladder and sat in her pants and leggings before she got them off luckily she was sat down on the toilet before it could run down her legs she sighed as her stream turned into a torrent echoing throughout the bathroom as it splattered into the toilet bowl.
When kacey ran in the bathroom she almost cried seeing the other stall was out of order as she leaked against the wall handed jammed in crotch she looked over at the sink and realised it would fit her ass meaning she could pee in there. she quickly got her leggings and panties down and hoisted herself on the nearest sink and with a sigh a torrent simply erupted from her urethra but Stephanie did not hear that her friends was pissing in the sink as kacey load of piss exited her she stared up at the ceiling puffing and panting her stream still going strong. What she didn't think about was that Stephanie would probably see her as after 1 and a half minutes she was exiting the stall relieved from the pee trapped inside and when she saw her friend power pissing into the sink she was so shocked she couldn't say anything and kacey said nothing either so all Stephanie did was go to the sink furthest away from kacey and wash her hands and by the time she was done with that kacey was all finished and was starting to wash her hands and said to her "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it" Stephanie replied with "it's honestly alright " as she waited for her to finish and went to meet the other 3 girls.
end of part 5
part 6 will definitely be the final part but I might make season 2 if I can come up with original ideas |
Foreword
This took a really long time to finish (mostly because life caused me to take a writing hiatus when I was half-done) but it's also probably the most work I've put into anything written so far. It's primarily focused on a male protagonist (with a smattering of female desperation/peeing mixed in for good measure). If the people who proofread chapter one way back reads this story they're probably going to question why the heck it took so long for me to release but so is life. The start of each chapter will feature a small glossary of people and places, which I hope will improve the readability and immersion into this little world I've created, though reading these is purely optional. I hope you all enjoy!
The main cast
Laine Russ – The protagonist of the story. Started working at the Underside recently but has still not completely figured out how to handle being the only male server at an all-female café. While he doesn’t mind the work at all, being thrust into the role of the only male serving at the Underside comes with its own host of challenges.
Mathilda Ebb – Worker at the Underside. A friendly waitress girl who tries her best to make the guests feel welcome and the staff happy. In charge of training new employees but does not know of Laine’s “special condition” at the start of the story.
Gustaf – Gus is the Baker/Owner of the Underside, whose veins run thick with sourdough and rye whisky. The gruff but lovable man is fiercely proud of his craft but recognizes what sets his dive apart is the servers. He pays them well as a result.
Locales
Tethertown – A sprawling city fastened with chains to the walls of a massive crater. Tethertown originated as a mining facility drilling the cavern walls for rare materials, and mostly lacks the careful city planning of an architect as a result. The crater’s higher levels are all but depleted of valuables at this point, yet Tethertown still grows. A bustling city of trade and a bit of a cultural melting pot, the city is most famous for the precarious buildings attached haphazardly to the bottom of the city’s foundation. A well-placed window on the floor of such a house can offer you a great view if you’re careful around it.
Underside – A café with all-female servers. Terrible, terrible coffee. Serviceable tea. Decent baked goods (Lightgarden has better and cheaper, but you don’t say this to Gus’s face). The main reason the place gets customers other than the friendly staff is the great location. Being that the main part of the café is located underneath the sprawling city, guests are treated to the expansive view of the great lakes underneath.
There is a small hand-painted sign outside which reads “Vertigo is no-go”.
Trapped in the Bar
Chapter 1 - The new recruit [Desperation (M/F)] [Peeing (M/F)]Special thanks to MasterXploder and Dimwitrolo
“Welcome to the Underside!”
This was not the kind of work Laine had been expecting to be doing when he first arrived in Tethertown. In retrospect, the helpful old man directing him to the nearest place hiring might have been pulling his leg. Somehow, he had gotten the job.
The Underside was a café with an all-female staff. When Laine had realized this shortly after his hiring, he had been worried that the owner had gotten his gender wrong. Laine wouldn’t say he looked like a girl, but he could probably still be mistaken for one. He certainly wasn’t powerfully built, and while he did have his chocolate brown hair cut short, such a look was becoming trendy with the girls in Tethertown as of late.
The owner, sensing his distress and confusion, had explained that if Laine didn’t reveal himself to the patrons and worked as hard as any other server it would not become an issue. Apparently, they had been short on hands for a while now and could use even a girlish boy.
Laine had been running the register to get people their baked goods and drinks during the morning, which had been mostly successful. He couldn’t do it alone yet, as he wasn’t allowed to touch the monstrosity of a contraption that was the coffee machine, but hopefully he’d be able to learn in time. Now, during the lunch rush, he was navigating the wooden interior of the café, taking orders and serving customers.
Laine had quickly taken a liking to the job. The view out the giant glass windows on the bottom floor was breathtaking, and the patrons had endless tales to tell the new server. Sunken treasure, monsters in the mines, and the origins of the crater Tethertown resided in. Laine had no way to sort truth from fabrication but was nonetheless smitten by the strange tales of adventure of his new home.
The other servers treated him well, though he was a little embarrassed being the only boy serving in the shop. For some reason the owner of the café, who Laine now knew as Gus, had refrained from telling them about Laine’s gender. Laine had no idea why, and if he could reveal this fact to the girls. It’s not like he had a way to bring up the subject anyway, even if he wanted to.
The only part of the job that bothered Laine at this point was the clothes he had to wear while serving. The blue and white skirt and blouse fit surprisingly snugly and was quite modest. However, Laine was certainly not used to wearing skirts, and walking from table to table with his bared knees revealed for all to see was rather quite embarrassing.
Still, Laine had been incredibly relieved that panties had not come as part of his kit. Instead, he had been given white boxer-style underwear which fit well and would make a potential wardrobe malfunction much less of a total disaster.
Now, halfway into the work day, Laine was confronted with a bit of an issue. The lunch break had come with free food and drink, and since he was still new to the city, it had seemed a good idea to make use of a free meal when presented with one. At this point Laine certainly wished he had held back a little, especially on those drinks.
However, as Laine had previously found out on his first day, going was not as simple as one might expect. The servers were prohibited from using the customer’s bathroom, having one to themselves. There was just one problem with that bathroom; it lacked any semblance of privacy.
The server's bathroom consisted of three porcelain pots. When he first had tried going in there to pee he had found it “occupied” by a fellow server, causing him to leave the room as quickly as he’d entered. After that he had vowed to simply use his the toilet of in his rented room, which had worked out so far.
But today, serving had gotten progressively harder as Laine’s bladder filled far beyond the point where he would usually rush for relief. His smiles became less confident, and his walking from table to table stiffened. He started avoiding the big windows, as the massive waterfalls lining the walls of the crater were simply giving him too much trouble at this point.
“Hey, do you need some help?” Feeling the light tap on is shoulder, Laine instantly tensed. He turned to find Mathilda Ebb standing behind him. Mathilda was a friendly girl from the staff, red-haired and taller than Laine. She had taught him the ropes around the bar. And while Laine had quickly developed a liking to the girl, now was not the time to have a conversation.
“Ah, no. I’m fine...!” To his own ears, Laine’s words seemed weak and unconvincing but hopefully it wasn’t as noticeable as he feared. “Thanks for showing me around earlier, I really – hnn!” A powerful wave from his bladder caused Laine to tense up, and he couldn’t stop himself from raising one of his legs in a particularly unsubtle way.
“I see.” Mathilda scanned Laine’s squirming form, analyzing his embarrassing posture. “You need to pee.”
Laine’s face heated up. He didn’t quite know how to react in this situation. Not only was he bursting at the seams, he was now thrust into a social situation he had no way of navigating. He did need to pee and needed it badly. But he could not see how Mathilda could help him with that without him revealing his secret in the most embarrassing way possible.
“Don’t worry, this is actually quite common for new servers.” Mathilda let slight giggle slip, causing the curls of her fiery red hair to bounce a little. “If you’re shy, I can guard the bathroom while you go – just be quick about it.”
Laine’s eyes lit up with a new hope. It wasn’t a permanent solution to his bathroom troubles, he’d still have to figure out a way to pee in the future. But an easy way for him to relieve his aching bladder seemed like the gift of gods at this point.
After Laine had gotten his blushing and thanking out of the way, Mathilda hurried him to the bathroom. Laine entered, as the girl waited outside.
Once again, Laine was greeted with an unwelcome sight upon entering the pink and white checkerboard-tiled room. Faced with the shapely behind of a tinkling girl, Laine tensed and turned away quickly. The girl was peeing without a care in the world, causing Laine’s bladder to throb as joining the server girl’s splashing melody became more and more tempting.
Until the server girl finished, Laine was trapped. Peeing in this situation was out of the question - but he couldn’t even leave the bathroom until she finished. He wouldn’t make it out dry if he did - plus he’d look silly leaving. And surely Mathilda would notice something wrong if he left so soon.
Laine could hear the girl humming a little song while she wiped herself and gave Laine a look of confusion as she passed the red-faced boy in a skirt. Laine almost felt a little dirty as he approached the chamber pots. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This was a sacred sanctuary set up to provide the girls of the Underside with respite and relief, and twice he had entered here to see something he shouldn’t have. Regardless, his bladder was full to the point where it was too urgent to worry about this. Laine would have to work on his soiled pride and tarnished chivalry at some other point.
Trying to do it while standing would surely result in calamity for the bathroom and his clothes at this point, so hiking up his skirt and sitting down on the closest pot, Laine readied himself for the relief.
He couldn’t pee.
Laine was being tag-teamed by two problems. An intense pee shyness had gripped him as soon as he sat down over the pot. Even though he knew that Mathilda was keeping guard outside, that wasn’t helping him feel any less exposed. The second problem was even worse: the imagery, brief as it had been, and sound of the girl from before had triggered a particularly embarrassing response from Laine’s own body. He couldn’t help it, and unless he was able to do something about it, peeing would be nigh impossible.
Laine was panicking. The pressure just below his navel was more intense than he was used to, emptying was not just a want, it was a need at this point. He’d been on the pot for at least half a minute, but nothing was coming out despite his straining. The stress and pressure were not helping his efforts to calm down one bit, either.
Just when Laine was seconds away from crying at his predicament and giving in completely, there was a knocking on the door.
“Are you doing okay in there? Do you need help?” A massive shiver traveled through Laine all way across his spine as the unexpected voice shocked him out of his despair-filled concentration. The tension in his body left him completely as he was finally able to start his much-needed pee.
“I-I’m okay, just need a little bit longer...!” The stream felt a little uncomfortable leaving him – as though his body had not yet completely readied itself yet. Even so, Laine tried his best to stay relaxed as he feared stopping would make it impossible to start once again.
The relief was quite intense, even as Laine’s lower stomach hurt quite badly due to the pressure from his bladder and the tension of forcing his body to empty itself. His lower part was protesting too, tense as it was against the liquid moving through him. Still, easing the terrible pressure in his bladder was worth all this discomfort - and more still.
Suddenly, his pained reverie was interrupted by yet another knock. This time it had the opposite effect, grinding his stream to a painful and unexpected halt. “Hey, are you done soon? Another server needs the bathroom, so you need to hurry it up.” There was some hushed conversation Laine couldn’t completely make out, but he could hear some words from a voice other than Mathilda’s. “Rookie”, “No breaks, damnit” and “Absolutely bursting here”.
Getting his stream going a second time seemed like an impossibly pitiful dream. His bladder was now dealing with the renewed stress of having to start peeing quickly, of course. But his other problem had flared up once again, hard. The combined imagery of the brief glimpse of peeing butt he had witnessed before, combined with the frantic suggestions from outside had pushed him over the edge.
Laine quickly made up his mind. Continuing to sit on the pot while preventing a desperate girl from entering the women’s bathroom was simply more humiliation than he could bear. Now that his bladder was no longer seconds away from emptying on the floor, the chivalrous alternative was now a viable option and as such the only option - even if it left him with a half full bladder.
Wiping (it was faster than shaking the pee off) and quickly getting his underwear up he exited the bathroom, letting a red-faced and potty dancing girl enter in his stead. He gave Mathilda a smile that he hoped came off as thankful and confident.
He had gotten to partially empty his bladder. He could make it through the day. It was going to be easy - it had to be, since he didn’t have any other choice. This was going to be fine!
Laine's tale will continue in the next chapter...
Edited July 21, 2019 by DerivativeWings
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It's time for the next chapter! I'm glad people seemed to have enjoyed the previous one - this story is a little different from what I usually write so I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it full justice. Just like last time, I've added some extra little world details at the beginning but feel free to skip those if you just want to get into the second chapter. Enjoy!
Tidbits of the town
Underside server’s bathroom – This pleasant, airy room is tiled in a white and pink checkerboard pattern. Only staff can enter, as they all get a personal key. The chamber pots inside have lids to prevent any bad smell, and a high window keeps the air inside fresh. The window faces the great drop towards the crater’s side, and the great waterfall can just barely be heard inside the bathroom. Later in the day when shifts end, there is sometimes a bit of a queue.
Fashion in Tethertown – The blue-and-white skirts of the Underside servers are definitely not anything to be worn on the streets of Tethertown. The city is highly vertical, with side-streets often leading to rickety staircases and rope-bridges. Trousers, a blouse and a short jacket are what the respected ladies of Tethertown wear, though recently even shorter legwear has become quite fashionable with women who spend most of their time outside.
Trapped in the Bar
Chapter 2 - Mistake and MisfortuneSpecial thanks to Biku! (Not for anything relating to this chapter, just for being awesome in general)
This was absolutely not fine. A little less than an hour later, and Laine was squirming even worse than before he had used the pot. He had hoped his bladder would not be getting any fuller since he was no longer drinking anything, but his kidneys seemed happy to add what felt like oceans into his already swollen and tired bladder.
Laine was using every trick he knew to holding himself while still being able to act a proper server until his shift ended. At this point, most guests were just buying their afternoon coffee at the register and enjoying it outside in the sun, but some were still having a late lunch. Thankfully, Laine didn’t have to interact with the guests at this point as he was going around clearing the tables after the guests had left them. Whenever he was facing an empty table, he would cross his legs and sometimes give himself a squeeze hoping nobody would see.
However, clearing the tables had now put him in the worst position imaginable – right in front of the massive window facing the waterfall. No matter how much his eyes tried to avert themselves from the crashing water, it always seemed to be there in the corner of his vision. Of course, the suggestive imagery of the large crater filling with liquid was hardly lost on him at this point either.
The one upside to Laine’s location was the relative privacy he could now take advantage off. The back of the bar was already relatively quiet, with less than a handful of tables taken. Facing the window, Laine’s front was completely obscured.
Now, Laine was free to massage his aching bladder and even clutch himself when it felt like he was about to pee. At feeling the hard bulge of his stomach, Laine couldn’t stop a low whine from slipping out. The sound was incredibly embarrassing, but he simply couldn’t help it at this point. Red-faced and hoping nobody heard, Laine kept on scrubbing the table clean with one leg over the other.
Despite his troubles, it was just fifteen minutes left until Laine could leave. Given that he had been able to hold himself so far, Laine felt reinvigorated and confident. He could last fifteen minutes. As long as he allowed himself to squeeze and squirm when it became unbearable, he would make it through the day!
As Laine was thinking about all this, a group of cheery-looking younger adults entered the café and took their seats near the window. At this point things were very slow, so Laine took notice despite his predicament. A somewhat worried-looking server whose name Laine hadn’t spoken to yet rushed up to where Laine was finishing up his tables.
“Hey, Laine, right? They showed up for dinner, but we don’t normally serve dinner for another ten minutes or so… Gus said he’d make an exception, but we’re a little understaffed. I know your shift ends soon, but could you keep them company for a little while we get things ready?” She bit her lip nervously. “Pour up some water for them, you can leave after. Is that ok?”
Laine nodded in a somewhat convincing way. “U-um, yes. Mathilda told me about how to-”
“Oh, wonder!” Laine was cut off, but the girl seemed to brighten up. Before he could say anything else, she had already rushed off in the general direction of the kitchen.
This was not good news for Laine’s tired and stretched bladder. The conversation with the girl had made him seize up, but now that she’d left Laine felt dangerously close to leaking. It was like his body had interpreted him stopping his squirming and squeezing as a signal that it was time to let go.
*Spurt*
A small amount of liquid rushed into his underwear, reminding him once again of how and why he had to keep holding at all costs. Squirming and blushing, he too left for the kitchen to get water.
Greeting him was a neat metal sink and several see-through carafes lined up for him to use. Placing the nearest one under the tap, he started filling it up.
Just a single second in, and this was an emergency. He didn’t want to clutch himself and announce his need to anyone that may walk through this part of the kitchen, but he had no other option. Banging his knees together, while using one hand to prevent liquid from spilling out at any cost.
The filling carafe took his mind to strange places. He imagined grabbing another for himself and doing what he desperately needed to do, he imagined jumping up the sink, sitting down and lowering his underwear so he could finally…!
Fighting back what felt like several potential spurts, Laine was able to turn off the running water as the carafe was almost filled to the brim. The clear water was almost glittering in the sunlight let through the submarine window. Earlier, Mathilda had showed him the location of ice cubes, as well as a certain sour fruit used to add a fresh taste and aesthetic to the water.
Now that he didn’t have to listen to the running water any more, Laine was no longer quite as frantic and could cut the fruit into bite-sized pieces without too much of a hassle. Getting the ice proved to be more of a challenge. Squatting down to open the fridge, Laine was immediately greeted with a gust of freezing air.
“Haah-ah…!” The frigid breeze traveled past his exposed and trembling legs and continued up under his skirt to caress the sensitive areas protected by clothing. The shock caused another involuntary release, which while much smaller than the first one forced Laine to rock in place as he waited for the overwhelming urge to once again subside.
When Laine was certain he wouldn’t immediately wet the floor if he moved, he quickly brought out a tray of ice and carried it to the table. The cold feeling on his hands was quite difficult to ignore, but he managed to endure just long enough to get back to the counter.
When adding the cubes and the fruit to the carafe, Laine realized his grave error - the additional volume had now filled the glass jug to the brim. Normally this would be a simple enough problem to solve – just pour out a bit of the water, but the mere thought of draining just a little bit of water from the overfull container almost brought Laine to the brink of a third leak.
Instead, Laine did the only thing he could think of. Gripping the handle with one hand, and the other to steady the container, Laine started making his way out of the kitchen and to the tables.
This was proving to be an even worse idea than Laine had initially thought. Making sure the overfull carafe didn’t spill took almost all his attention and focusing intently on a liter of liquid precariously held within a fully filled container was not exactly what Laine needed right now.
It seemed like a miracle Laine even made it out of the kitchen considering just how full both the carafe, and his bladder, were. Too much shivering would break the surface tension of the carafe and spill its contents all over the floor, but Laine really wasn’t really in a position where shivers were optional. His walk became a desperate balance of desperate squirming to keep his lower flood under constraints while simultaneously never letting it reach all the way to his hands.
Eventually, the inevitable happened. The biggest bladder pang yet – it was though his bladder tried to void itself all at once – hit Laine like hammer. He couldn’t help doubling over slightly, in his current posture he was nanoseconds away from starting a stream he couldn’t stop.
While his bladder calmed down, the carafe’s delicate balance had been disrupted. Laine reacted just a moment too late and drops of water came crashing out and hitting the floor dramatically before Laine was able to stop the flow.
The escaped water had luckily been too small an amount to make a mess, but before Laine was even able to breathe a sigh of relief, a disastrous sensation made itself known. Somehow, a few frigid drops had splashed onto Laine’s leg, caressing him with chill as gravity forced them to run down the skin of his inner thigh.
This was too cruel. It reminded Laine of the feeling of wetting himself, streaks of urine travelling down his legs when the pressure reached an unbearable peak. This was ice-cold water, and the sensation would have been highly uncomfortable under normal circumstances. With a bladder as full as Laine’s it was beyond agonizing. He had to close his eyes and squeeze his entire body shut to resist a mortifying wetting then and there.
Somehow and against all odds, Laine found himself at the table. There were four young men sitting and talking, seemingly a group of long-time friends. The raven-haired one farthest from the window seemed particularly boisterous, though they all quickly settled down as Laine approached.
When serving a table, Laine had been instructed to pour drinks for the guests. But that wasn’t happening today – Laine didn’t know what he would say if they explicitly asked him to, but he knew that he wouldn’t and couldn’t pour water out of the carafe right now. Luckily, nobody questioned him as he simply placed the carafe on the table.
“Gil, you ought to ask now that a server is here, you can’t wait.” The tall, raven-haired one urged on his shorter friend who seemed to be blushing, though it was hard to tell with his face turned away.
He turned to Laine. “H-hey, could you show me the bathroom, please? I-I’ll buy something first if I have to…” The short one who was apparently called Gil spoke bashfully without really looking at Laine, seemingly hiding behind his curly locks of blonde hair.
“Uh, sure. Staircase near the counter, by the ship’s wheel thing mounted on the wall.” Laine pointed in the towards the counter, he himself curtseying as he did.
“B-but… Could you show me, I went looking before and I couldn’t find it at all…” The youth was blushing even deeper at this point, the red tint reaching all the way to his ears.
The world seemed completely intent on torturing Laine’s poor bladder with obstacle after obstacle. He was tempted to simply deny the request, but Gil seemed so distraught and Laine couldn’t help to feel a certain kinship with the desperate young man.
“Please f-follow me sir.” His stutter had been very subtle, and Laine hoped that neither Gil nor his comrades had picked up on it. Laine was in dire straits and beyond, too, but not having to carry the carafe had been a significant boon to his ability to hold. Additionally, the fellow seemed so embarrassed and flustered Laine couldn’t help but want to set him at ease and assist him out of his predicament.
“Oh, thank you...!” Rising out of his seat, the young man started following Laine to the bathrooms. At first, he was walking somewhat normally behind Laine – if incredibly stiffly. Soon he gave up on this and instead elected to directly hold himself while blushing furiously. Laine looked back a few times and had never before seen someone so scarlet – Gil seemed close to bursting into tears.
The walk to the bathroom was mercifully for both of them very short – Laine really wasn’t sure how Gil could have missed it. The blonde seemed to shy away from the few people they passed on the way, staff and some other guests. Laine had felt vulnerable and defeated just a minute ago but next to Gil he felt like a stoic protector. Though even with Laine’s somewhat restored confidence, he couldn’t stop a few shudders and curtseys on the way so anyone closely observing would still undoubtedly just see two boys desperate for a toilet.
The toilet was occupied, though luckily there was no queue. Gil seemed pretty miserable and even closer to crying than before as he made his way to stand near the door. Despite his apparent desperation, Gil refrained from knocking or otherwise trying to make the bathroom’s current occupant speed up.
Just as Laine was about to leave, some cruel god seemingly once again intervened to further add to his troubles. It started as a whimpering sound, coupled with the dripping of water. Laine turned around to find that the locked door had been one obstacle too many for Gil. Streaks of pee were making their way down his trousers, dripping out at the hem. The poor youth was sobbing, it seemed he was still trying his best to keep himself contained even though that looked to be a hopelessly doomed effort at this point.
For Laine, the effect was beyond paralyzing. Here was someone wetting themselves barely even a meter away, and his own struggle was once again reaching a boiling point. Laine was leaking, and it wasn’t at all like before. While carrying the carafe, he had willed himself to keep himself dry just a little longer. Now, it seemed completely hopeless. Where would he even pee, if he managed to hold on? Making it home was an impossibility, and he’d need to change first. Using the server’s bathroom was just not possible – this late in the day the servers who were done for the day were taking the opportunity to empty their bladders before heading home. Perhaps Laine could pee in an alleyway yet faced with the scene before him he knew he didn’t have any more time. At least he wouldn’t be alone.
*Pssht*
Laine leaked again, more, this time. The front of Gil’s pants was soaked, but he was still stubbornly grabbing himself. Laine was a single second away from resigning himself to the same fate, when suddenly the bathroom opened to reveal a girl in a strange large hat and a sundress.
“OhthankgodIcan’tholditanylonger…!” Gil rushed into the bathroom with superhuman speed and slammed the door behind him. The previous occupant gave him, and Laine, curious looks as she passed them but didn’t comment on either of the pee-dancing wrecks as she left the bar.
Laine had been quite unceremoniously left behind. Wetting himself had seemed like his only alternative just a moment ago, yet now such a thing seemed completely unthinkable. Despite several pangs of protest from his bladder and another rebellious spurt, Laine was able to run away from the toilet door before he ran the risk of hearing the noises Gil would undoubtedly make upon relieving himself.
When going up the stairs back into the main portion of the bar, Laine glanced towards the direction of the staff toilets. They were far from unoccupied, a small queue of two serving girls waiting for their turn at relief had formed outside. All his options were cut off. He was running out of time. What was Laine to do?
Laine's tale will conclude in the next chapter... |
Word on the Street
Colorful Language
Nowadays, Tethertown have few true locals outside of street urchins, tourism workers and the odd discharged miner too stubborn to leave the rock. Still, the legacy of Tethertown as a miner’s haven lives on in the language of the downtrodden. A “Muck-Slinker” is a mammalian creature capable of attaching to the bottom of Tethertown with its incredibly sticky tail; and the phrase also is used colloquially to praise those who exploit an unfair system to eke out a better life for themselves. “Gone saucy-eyed” refers to the effects of a particularly dangerous mushroom found inside the crater caves, the spores of which would leave miners partially blind. Nowadays, it’s used to refer to anyone stupid enough to brave the cavern wall by their lonesome, and most “Saucers” never return to the surface.
Excavation
The walls of the huge crater surrounding Tethertown are strip-mined for rare materials which are eventually sent off into space as trade goods. In the past, people looking for well-paying work would make their way to Tethertown to “Mine the wall” yet by now most of the upper regions of the crater have been fully depleted, leaving only the dangerous lower reaches – nobody would be foolish enough to venture there without expensive equipment and significant expertise.
Trapped in the Bar
Chapter 3 - A Prolonged Conclusion
Laine was aching. His midsection felt bruised and tender, like he’d strained it. Breathing hurt, and occasionally he’d have to stop and spend a few seconds painfully sucking in air through his teeth to get by. Joining the queue for the server bathroom seemed completely unthinkable. Not only would it be unbelievably embarrassing, Laine was also quite convinced that he’d wet himself just waiting his turn. And what would he do if girls started queueing up behind him...? No, there had to be something else he could do. Anything he could do to pee soon and safely.
Laine quickly made up his mind, steeling himself. He’d get changed, head out into the streets as fast as he possibly could, then take a piss off town’s edge. He’d seen other boys do it before; urchins who grew up haunting the streets of Tethertown would do it off the railing, and he’d even seen the occasional amber-watch delver engineer do it after slumming with a group of lads. It was usually rather discreet – a fellow facing the edge didn’t have to worry about hiding much and wouldn’t exactly leave a puddle. Laine hadn’t paid it much mind in the past and was trying his best to keep it that way, as time spent mulling over the detailed imagery of Tethertown boys peeing past the rails and into the crater was only going to stimulate his body in rather unwanted ways right now.
Walking past the busy server bathroom took all of Laine’s willpower and then some. His entire body was tense as he walked, and undoubtedly he would have looked totally ridiculous if anyone had paid him attention. Grabbing his clothes from one of the bags hanging off the wall, Laine quickly entered one of the changing cubicles, choosing the one all the way to the back of the hallway to get as far away from the sounds of the server bathroom as was possible.
The changing cubicle was a simple windowless wooden rectangle, with a few wall hooks to hang one’s clothes on. Laine had consciously avoided the middle cubicle, as it had a window aimed towards the falls. He undressed as quickly as he was able, wincing both at his thoroughly soaked undergarments and at the visible displacement of skin caused by his overfull bladder. Seeing the distended thing made it feel even worse, somehow, and Laine had to stop for a moment to physically hold himself as he was hit by a new wave of need. He had no idea how he was going to make it.
Standing nude within the changing room, now, Laine struggled against an imminent accident. He had wet himself in the past, often in fact during manual labor on a distant world. However, those occurrences had been very different. When his bladder had been full enough that he started leaking, he had simply let go. It had been normal – other workers did it too, so while uncomfortable-feeling, it wasn’t a big deal. The situation Laine found himself in now was far, far more dire. Not wearing anything below was a greater issue than Laine could have ever predicted; not only was it fooling his body into thinking it was time to go, but also making each leak more hazardous than the last. The drops had nowhere to go but down, so each and every time he lowered his guard it would splash against his leg, creating thin lines liquid. These small rivers would then eventually hit the floor, slowly creating a tiny lake on the floorboards.
He could finally fully focus on holding it in without being seen, yet it left him unable to move, and seemingly fighting a losing battle. Instinctively, he went into an even lower crouch and tried to focus his whole being on his bladder, attempting to will himself just enough time to get dressed and make it to a place of relief. However, it had the opposite effect. Perhaps his new posture put more pressure on his overfilled bladder, or maybe his body had just reached the tipping point regardless of what Laine might have done. Suddenly, Laine felt a massive pang as his bladder contracted against the mass of liquid. With how taut his bladder was, it was like the beating of a drum. A pain-shiver ran through Laine’s entire body, of a kind that left him weak on his feet. Laine felt much of his body relax against his will, yet he resisted against the sensation before disaster struck. Shakily, he opened his eyes and took in air, crisis averted. But when the second pang came, Laine could not resist.
The moment it hit him, Laine had no willpower or strength left. The contraction of his bladder pushed high-pressure liquid right through him and directly onto the floor. By no means could this be called a leak or even a spurt – while it offered little in the ways of relief, it left a sizeable puddle on the changing room floor. Another pang came, and Laine remained defenseless and leaking badly on the floor. And so it went for a while – tortuous seconds passed as Laine was stuck in a purgatory of bladder pangs accompanied by leaks, like the rhythm to a horrifying song. Yet not long thereafter, there came a time when the pangs were no longer as forceful and when Laine had recovered just a bit of his fortitude. A pang came, and Laine didn’t leak. Then, it subsided. Slowly, incredibly slowly, Laine opened his eyes, vision blurred from pain. Barely daring to move, he started getting out of the crouch. His bladder still felt full and terrible, desperately begging him to just let go. Laine could hold it, just barely now, and so he did.
The puddle on the floor was nearly too big for him to believe. The liquid had gone right to the corner of the wall, filling the area and was now threatening to soak his feet. His thighs and calves had several streaks running down, still dripping onto the floor. By any measure, this was already a complete disaster. As he started making the movements to get changed, he was dripping onto the floor even though he wasn’t releasing any more leaks. The entire situation now more than ever made Laine feel like crying.
Laine reached for his clothes, again. Hurriedly, he got into his fresh set of trousers, which were partially soaked as soon as he got them on, absorbing the liquid which had splashed down his calves. The uncomfortable feeling as he put them on felt like shame and failure. Underneath, his undershorts was actually an improvement to what he’d been wearing previously, but that wasn’t saying much. He might have missed a button on his shirt, yet Laine was still thankful that the shirt he was putting on was buttoned at all – he wasn’t sure his body would even let him stretch out to get into a tee at this rate. Socks were another hopeless case – Laine quickly decided he would have to do without. Finally, he was dressed and ready to leave the cubicle.
As Laine, slowly, shakily made his way towards the exit of his wooden haven, he could feel it coming, building up – another pang. Like a whipped hound, his repeated exposure to this horrible sensation caused his body to freeze up at the thought of it happening again. He stood still, feeling drops touch his underwear as he barely dared to breathe. Then, the moment passed without another pang and Laine started to make his way forward once more. He never stopped to consider he would have to walk through the bar openly clutching himself – the only thing his mind could focus on right now was making it to anywhere where he could pee. At the changing room door he grasped for the handle, brushing it with the tip of his fingers once before getting a solid grip. Turning it sideways with a stifled gasp, Laine attempted to ready himself for the trek out of the café.
On the other side of the open door stood one of the server girls – the one Laine had spoken to in the kitchen before. She still appeared somewhat distracted, almost walking into Laine before noticing him, quickly shifting her expression to surprised and somewhat embarrassed as she did.
“Oh! You were changing, sorry! If you just finished up, I’ll go ahead and take your place now. Long day and I’d like to get home to- uh.”
Laine must have looked an absolute wreck in the doorway, directly holding himself despite the new onlooker. Uncontrollably shaking, blushing, crying – he was a total disaster. In a way, getting out of the server outfit had been like losing some form of protection he didn’t know he needed; before he had been one of the many server girls of the Underside. Now he was just Laine, desperate to pee and so very far from home.
With the changing room door now wide open, the sounds from the server bathroom were no longer blocked. Laine could hear girls chatting after the long day of work, carefree jokes about where Gus gets all the server outfits from and even complaints of the slow queue and a full bladder. And beyond that, the faint sound of liquid hitting porcelain, muffled by wooden walls. Laine was petrified.
The server girl blinked, once, then looked back at the queue for the server’s toilet, then back to the pitiable-looking Laine. She glanced down, seeing the puddle behind him, then back to Laine once again.
“Oh no! Did you have an accident because I asked you…? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you needed a break so badly. And the queue tends to get long at the end of… Don’t worry, this isn’t as uncommon as you might think for new servers. I’ll help you clean up!”
Laine could barely hear a word the girl was speaking. He needed to swallow, badly. He could barely breathe. His bladder hurt – he couldn’t stand straight. He couldn’t see, blinded by burning tears of pain and embarrassment. He was also totally, absolutely drained of his strength. He fell to his knees.
Pee started gushing out of him with no resistance – the muscles which had kept it in had no strength to either resist or expediate this process. At first, there was no relief of tension in the bladder, but Laine did feel a different kind of relief as muscles which had previously been locked into a constant state of tension and near-cramp could finally relax. His underwear, which was soaked from sweat and pee to start, quickly saturated and was clinging to Laine’s skin within seconds. Liquid drained out of him with such speed without any input on his part that it almost felt like he was long longer really there; as though some aspect of his body had temporarily taken over and was forcing release to prevent him from harming himself.
His shorts proved a feeble resistance as well - the first barrier with any degree of success of blocking Laine’s accident ended up being the wooden floor. Easily bypassing his clothes, the pee stained the inside of his thighs before expanding into a puddle centered slightly ahead of his shivering body. If the floor’s construction contained any gaps or imperfections, a few errant drops may have snuck their way out of the café, falling into the abyss below before assimilating into the great lake. At this stage, Laine felt real relief as his bladder had finally emptied enough to relax. He moaned from the pleasure – embarrassing beyond belief but simply outside of his control – yet sapped as he was it came out shuddering and hushed.
Slowly, Laine’s strength and bodily control returned to him. He could cut of the flow – and so he did, despite how pointless it was at this point. He tried to stand, and while he was successful in this, he must have looked like a newborn doe, shaky as his movement were. He could finally use his hands (those had been preoccupied for a while now) to wipe the tears out of his eyes, regaining both his vision and some feeble measure of dignity. They stung a little. The girl was staring at him, blushing while covering her mouth. She spoke.
“O-oh gosh. I-I… H-huh. O-oh, oh! Don’t worry, I know you feel terrible right now but we were already going to have to clean up around here, anyway. Nothing that can’t be fixed, you know! How are you feeling right now? Do you need something or should I go get some towels? How do you feel?”
Laine felt… well, he felt awful. But he also felt a thousand times less awful than just a minute ago, or ten minutes ago, or even an hour. He surveyed the area, looking at the girl before him and down the hall. The server bathroom, with girls outside subtly expressing their impatience in various ways – light pacing, squirms and shakes – it almost seemed comical now.
“Wardrobe malfunction! Don’t come over here for a while!” The server girl turned to shout down the hall. “Ah- My name is Linnea by the way. I think we’ve spoken at breaks maybe before? It’s gonna be alright, we’ll get this fixed real quick.”
Laine was a mess of emotions at this point – but there was a clarity to him now, as though his previously full bladder had prevented him from seeing the world around him. He noticed, now, that Linnea was swaying somewhat awkwardly as she tried to comfort him, shifting her balance from one foot to the other. In light of their previous conversation, and the currently busy server bathroom, he had an inkling just what this behavior might mean.
Afterword
Tomorrow is now, I suppose. Producing this story took a very long time, and this chapter even more so. Uni started taking up more time, Covid happened... it's been a messy two years now. I guess it doesn't help I can't really write endings haha. Still, I'm happy to finally finish this story as it occupies a niche of omorashi I think is somewhat underexplored; and I hope some of the people who enjoyed the original story are still around for the final chapter despite the long wait. |
Faust apologizes for prolonged delays to his stories and stuff. Life's been.. Tough lately, but hopefully, Faust is behind the worst of it! So, as a tiny little way of saying Thanks, Faust has prepared a story for you all! Faust hopes his writing hasn't deteriorated too bad over the past few.... Well, the past while.
Faust hopes you enjoy.
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It was a bright, sunny, and warm day. Too warm, even, as the rays of the sun bore down on any unfortunate passersby, or anyone in untimely transit."Uuughhh......This global warming is bullshit..." an annoyed voice groaned out....Belonging to a petite girl, with dark red hair, a button-up white shirt, and a knee-length, bright blue skirt.
"It's not like...You...have to walk in it." another voice called, belonging to a taller...Much more curvaceous girl with violet hair, and an identical outfit to the smaller girl. "You and your...ghost...Like-ness...Meta.."
"Shared...Sensations...." the red haired girl, Meta, reminded. "I know it feels like forever, but try to remember, you big-boobed....Forgetful girl."
"Nnn......" the buxom girl groaned, glancing up. "Ah..We're almost there Meta! Just hang in there!"
"Oh thank God.." Meta groaned, standing upright. "C'mon Bouncy! Get the T&A in gear already! Sooner we're out of this heat, the better!"
"I'm going, I'm going.." the purple haired girl mumbled, starting to pick up the pace as an arm wiped the sweat from her forehead. "He'd better not be opening late today.."
The girl staggered her way to the door of a quaint little store in the middle of town, and hurriedly pushed at the glass door.
Rrrring...Rrriing...
The ringing of a bell, and the rush of cool air quickly washed over the two girls...As Bouncy shivered a bit, and Meta sighed.
"Ohhhhh, thank fuck.." she groaned out softly, wiping her own brow as she seemed to just bask in the feeling.
"Ah, Morning Bouncy." a voice called across the store, belonging to the shop owner. An older boy, with a medical patch over one eye, mussy brown hair, and a gentle smile. "Hot enough for ya out there?"
"Way, waaaaaay too hot, Keep." Bouncy answered, pulling on her light, button-up shirt that had started to mat to her sweaty body. "Why does summer have to be so... Summer-y?"
"Ahaha....I don't control the weather, sorry." Keep responded, as the girl soaked in the cool, conditioned air of the store. "Glad you came though, I got something to show ya."
Bouncy turned her head at this, seeing the various tables that made up the playing area of his store....Seeing him fussing with a desktop computer."Ah?" she sounded, pacing over to Keep's side, as Meta moved to the counter to look at cards. Keep seemed to type and click away at it, before pulling back, and gesturing at the screen.
[Magic the Gathering: Arena]
"It's a digital version of the card game." he mused, turning and gesturing at the monitor. "I didn't know how savvy with tech you were, but I figured I could set you up a profile on it, and you could give it a try."
"Ooooh..." the girl cooed, leaning in to ogle the screen......
As the older boy started to avert his own gaze from ogling something else.
"You're showing." Meta mused, thankfully unheard by the boy... But, prompting Bouncy to lightly flush as she glanced down at her shirt. Though she was wearing a simple white bra beneath, one could easily make out the outline of it through her sweat-soaked shirt...As the small red haired girl's own attire mirrored hers...Albeit, with her much less generous figure.
"So, I can play with this?" Bouncy called back over her shoulder, as Keep nodded.
"Yeah, go ahead." he started, having decided to busy himself with something else. "Just uh..lemme know if you need any help, or anythin' at all, really.."
The violet haired girl smiled, as Meta glanced longingly at a small mini-fridge near the counter. She'd never admit it, but.....
"Weellllll.." she called, a small smile forming on her face as she slid her hands to her side. "Ass you could imagine, I'm Super thirsty after coming up here..."
Hands gripped the side of her bright-blue skirt, and casually flipped it up over her hips...Exposing for a few solid moments some white cotton, blue striped panties under it.
"A..Ah, sure! Sure, I'd love to." Keep responded in a flustered tone. "Tea? Juice? Soda?"
"Surprise me~" the girl mused, swaying her hips back and forth a little, before moving along to the chair, letting her skirt flutter back down, and plopping down in the chair. "Oh wow, you made my deck and everything.."
"Yeah....Or, at least what i could muster." Keep responded, setting a bottle of juice on the table next to her. "It's a bit obsessed with standard stuff, but I made an approximation. It should work fine."
She didn't have her signature Avacyn, but there were plenty of other good creatures... And a wipe..and other slowing spells....."You're the best, Keep!" Bouncy mused with a smile, leaning over in her chair to catch him with a hug on the escape, squeezing her body into him.
"Annnnnnnnd....Liftoff." Meta commented, with a snicker. "Poor guy must be so blue with all you put him though, ya'know?"
Bouncy elected not to answer that, as she slowly let go of Keep, and turned her attention back to the computer, navigating the Menu.
"Could make a deck for you too, Meta.." Bouncy called, uncapping the juice as she took a big swig of it, the cool, refreshing taste of cherry filling her mouth, and helping to slake her thirst.
"It's not like I'm into playing on a computer or anything.." Meta grumbled, averting her gaze as the girl clicked on 'Play Game', as the screens changed and she...
Began a game with...some random person.
The cards were lovely reproductions on the computer, and the board was quite neat and tidy as Bouncy began playing. There wasn't a chatting feature in the game, only a few emotes, but she could get a few little tells out of some people.
'Hello!' "Ah, Hello to you too!" the girl mused to the screen, clicking about to find her way to respond. People were playing cards she'd never seen before, and she'd seen icons of various figures she'd recognized as Planeswalkers.. Important characters in the Lore, Keep had told her... And, through several games, drinks, and pauses, she was starting to get the hang of it.
The game optimized a lot of things, like counters and stuff.... but, it also had an unexpected regiment on others. She'd found herself on the wrong end of a time-out upon not realizing she had to pass an action over.... But, it wasn't anything too crucial, or damning...
"Easier in some ways.... Tougher in others.." she noted to herself, as she went to take another drink, but found her bottle was empty. She glanced over at it, and back at Keep, who was storing some things on a shelf.
"Hey, could you grab me another drink, Keep?" Bouncy called out, not wanting to leave her chair. The mussy shopkeeper turned around at this, nodding.
"Ah, sure!" he sounded, moving to the fridge as he procured another bottle. "Should I put it on your tab?"
The violet haired girl paused for a few moments, lightly tugging on her slowly drying shirt.....As the red haired girl moved beside her.
"Don't slut it up too much." Meta started, now actively peeking over her shoulder. "Scarcity value. Make him really pay for it."
"Yeah, tab me, Keep." she answered, another bottle of beverage being set beside her... As Meta leaned to the other side.
"So, how's this bullshit work?" the red haired girl quickly quipped... Prompting a raised eyebrow from Bouncy, as she grinned.
"You want to play some too, Meta?" she teased, the red haired girl frowning a bit.
"Shut it, I can appreciate things too." she grumbled. "You were the one saying it could make a deck for me..."
Bouncy chuckled, navigating the menus to find a deck building section..Where she found a relatively organized setup. She hadn't quite built one on her own yet, but the way the red haired girl was directing and pointing at cards on the monitor over her shoulder... Bouncy felt she had nothing to worry about.
"And that. We'll need something big to drop down, and finish people off with."
"Yeah yeah.." she started, taking another swig of her drink... Clicking away, as the game set up their lands neatly... And she had the chance to give Meta a chance to play.
Meta kept leaning over her shoulder, pointing at the screen, and shouting instructions at her."Oh! Bounce that! Flash that in! Hold back, it's a trap!"
Bouncy chuckled to herself at Meta's melting facade of excitement. For someone who scoffed at it before, she was getting quite invested now.... As another [Win] appeared on the screen, just as she finished off her second drink.
"Alright, C'mon, gimme something harder!" Meta called, puffing out her petite chest. "I'll take anything you can throw at me."
Bouncy snickered, prompting Meta to give her a sideways glance... As she shook her head.
"Phrasing.." She sounded quietly, as the ringing of the store bell started to ring... Signalling the arrival of others. Bouncy turned slightly, seeing a few familiar faces walking in.
"Ah, on the computer?""Yooo, has Magic gone Digital?"
"It has been, Shijima..."
"Well, for real, you know?" the boy's voice snapped back defensively, as Keep turned.
"Are you done playing on the computer?" Keep asked Bouncy, who went to stand up, and make way.... But, Meta tapped at her shoulder.
"Bouncy! Event! Double Elimination! GoGoGo!"
"Ah... one more thing, and I'll be good." The girl quickly excused, clicking on what Meta directed at her. You chose a deck, and played until you had two losses. Maximum of Five wins, before it was done.....
Though, as she selected Meta's deck, a familiar sensation started inside of her...
Pang....
"Mmmn..." she sounded, pressing her legs together as she glanced over at the bathroom a few feet away. It wasn't...pressing, but those drinks were making their way through her system finally....As Meta nudged at her.
"C'mon C'mon C'mon, Let's go! You can wait a little bit!" Meta insisted, prompting Bouncy to click the start.... And for the games to begin.
Things weren't off to a good foot, as the person playing against them either had a bad connection, or was immensely spiteful.... Prompting delay, after delay, after delay, after delay....
Clicking just before they'd get timed out... Prolonging a hopeless situation...and, worst of all...
"I'm getting mana-flooded here! Stop dragging it out, you piece of shit!" Meta groaned, Bouncy thankful that no one could hear her... But, quietly pressing her legs together tighter, as the game drug on..and on...and on....
Before finally, they lost.
"Agh.. I'm so...So..pissed off!" Meta snapped, stamping her foot, and scowling.... As she pointed back at the screen. "C'mon, let's try to not get flooded this game.."
Bouncy clicked quietly, ignoring the slowly growing need in her lower belly, not helped by something she seemed to only notice now..
Every time they played an island... There was a sloshing, watery sound, like a wave splashing....'Stupid..Technology...'
Luckily, the second game went much smoother, the opponent unable to withstand Meta's constant assaults.....Which lead to..
"Alright! Let's goooooo!" Meta cheered, grinning ear to ear. "C'mon, let's go crush the next one too!"
Bouncy quietly smiled and nodded... Clicking as she pressed her legs together a bit tighter, as she was aware of a presence over her other shoulder.
"Here. This one's on me too." Keep's voice called, setting another bottle on her counter, as Bouncy took the bottle gently.
"Ahhh... .Thank you.." she responded politely, feeling a bit thirsty again... But also shifting a bit in her seat. It wasn't the best idea, but it was just four more games, tops....
The third game went rather well, watching her opponent fail to play any lands... Which meant an easy takeover, as Meta breathed a loud sigh of relief.
"Phew....Nice to see it does happen on the other end sometimes." Meta noted lightly, Bouncy giving a small nod as she took a gentle sip of her drink.... Glancing over at the red haired girl....
Though the girl was incredibly excited to be winning, Bouncy could see the girl's knees slowly starting to knock together.... One of her hands clenching into a fist.
"Should we...?" Bouncy started, prompting Meta to shake her head wildly.
"N..No way! We're on a winning streak! Don't give up now!" she exclaimed, pointing with her other hand. "Keep going..!"
Bouncy reluctantly clicked the screen again, starting another game... Filled with watery sloshes of land... And a....lightly prolonged game....
"Nnn..Don't have anything... Don't have anything... don't have anything..."
It was a close game.... If they'd lost, she'd be free to go pee already...But, if the other person didn't have anything...
"He conceded, Yeah! Three in a row!"
Bouncy gave a forced smile, crossing one leg over another, as Meta pressed her legs together tightly, pointing....
"A..Another.. C'mon, Two more! We can do this..!"
The next game was another prolonged one... The opponent playing a hefty combo deck, filled with elemental beings. Worse still, they were using blue as well, so Bouncy had to endure a near constant stream of watery noises.... prompting the girl to go from crossing her legs, to full blown squirming and shifting in her seat....
Meta herself resting one of her hands against her skirt.... Shakily passing over instructions....As the game seemed to go back and forth... back, and forth.. back... and...forth...
"Nnnnnghhhhh....! We're so close...!" Meta groaned, as the game went on... and on.. and on...before...
"Yes! Lethal! Thank fuck..." Meta groaned, starting to openly squirm and wiggle herself, hands buried in her skirt. Bouncy glanced longingly at the bathroom, a hand resting on the desk to push herself up for the last game....
"No!...Nonono...Don't... Quit now..!" Meta snapped sharply, the girl quickly sitting down at the smaller girl's insistence. "It's one more game... We can handle it..."
Bouncy gave a soft whimper, but clicked the screen.... Locking them in for one last game before her promised relief....
....
"Gah... I hate goblins.." Meta groaned, watching the screen as the opponent played mountains.
"Is...Is it a slow deck?" Bouncy asked, her opposite hand now pressed into her skirt, as her legs tightened.
"No... Fast.... Very Fast..." Meta groaned, shifting back and forth, bouncing on her heels. "I'm not usually good against fast ones....But..."
They had been blessed with a decently fast hand, even if every Island she played made her urges that much worse...The watery, sloshing, waves, feeling as if they were crashing right into her bladder....
It was close... There was a lot of struggle... And, Bouncy watched their life total dip low..As they came to what they hoped would be the final turn...
"I-I-If he doesn't have anything.....!" Meta groaned, wincing slightly as Bouncy's legs jittered, and hopped... Her hands applying pressure to her own personal faucet... As they waited... and waited... and waited....
If the other person had something, they'd lose.... But, if they didn't, she would get to attack for Lethal, and win the fifth game..!
Every second the opponent stalled felt like more prominent agony.....As they waited tensely for moments....Moments... minutes....
"C..C'mon, C'mon..! if you got it, play it..!" Meta groaned..... As they waited for the timer to finally appear.......
"Ah..! H-He Doesn't h-h-have anything..!" Bouncy called, watching as the timer went down, and it passed over to her, meaning they were finally going to be free!
A pair of clicks.. a last brutal attack... And, the animation just had to play out..!
...
The ringing of the bell could be heard, as Bouncy's head turned, the game resolving on the screen as she saw a girl with curly, fluffy black hair stormed in, with a pale face... And clutching her stomach.
"B..Bathroom.....!" the girl begged, sweat dripping down her face. "M...Milkshake.... Lactose-intolerant...Please..!"
Keep pointed to the bathroom that Bouncy had been eying for the past half hour, the violet haired girl too quiet to protest, as the door was slammed shut in front of her eyes...
"W..W..What now..? She's probably gonna be in there forever.." Meta groaned, prompting Bouncy to finally get to her feet, clicking out of the [Claim Prize] Section.
"Gotta go...Gotta go....Nearby..maybe..?" Bouncy whimpered to herself, as standing brought a new problem...
Psssssh..!
"OUTSIDE, NOW!" Meta snapped, as warmth graced her panties, prompting the girl's legs to lock... Gravity making itself all too known, as she clenched up her pelvic muscles... Wincing, and groaning loudly....
"Thanks-for-the-games-and-drinksKeep, but-I-Gotta-go-like-NOW" Bouncy stammered sharply, starting to dart as fast as her legs would carry her, Meta charging after with her hands buried in her skirt as well.
The glass door gave way easily, and they managed to get outside of the store quickly enough....Though...
"Bathroom... do any of these places nearby have a bathroom?" Meta groaned, squeezing herself with both hands as she hopped from foot to foot, Bouncy pausing to think.
"W..Well, there's a gas station nearby that should.." she started, as Meta shook her head.
"Eugh.. Gas station bathrooms..." she groaned.... "F..Fine, whatever...! C'mon...Hurry..!"
Pssssss.....
"Hurr...!" Meta groaned, knees knocking as a second spray of warmth renewed her urge's ferocity....
Pssss!
And a Third! Bouncy buried both of her hands into her light blue skirt at this, feeling a fourth spray warming her fingers directly....and leaving a significant wet spot on it. She groaned, gasped, and whimpered... Trying to move... to inch... to stagger, even a little bit...
"C...C'mon...C'mon, don't do it.." Meta whimpered, staggering along with her, as Bouncy could see a wet spot forming on Meta's bottom. "Don't wet... Don't wet.. Don't wet.."
Bouncy managed to hobble a few feet away, to the side of the store she left.... But, glancing at the sheer distance it would be to make it to the gas station.....She didn't have to have Meta's own foresight to see what trying to make it there would result in....
"Nnnnghhh... C..C'mon Bouncy... W....W..We gotta... We gotta move..!"
"N...No, No we'll never make .." she responded finally, barely getting out of view of anyone going down the road, as she leaned against the wall for support. They'd never make it all the way down to the station, but...
"Nnnnghhhh.....Well, I don't wanna piss myself..!" Meta groaned, snapping her head back, as she saw the girl's hands moving up her skirt. "Ah..?! Are you...!"
Words were beyond Bouncy now, as her fingers made their way to the waistband of her striped panties, sliding them down as she slid down the wall...Falling into a half-supported squat, tugging said garments to her knees......
Psssssssss.....Pssssssssssssshhhhhhhh...Pssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh
Just in time for her body's muscles to give in completely, a hissing, roaring stream gushing and splashing onto the ground in front of her... As Meta herself adopted a similar position, a mirrored stream splashing down as well...
"Haaaaah...Aaaahhh..Ahhhhaaaaaaa..." Bouncy moaned and groaned in relief... Shuddering as she seemed to pee on.. and on. and on... and on.... the puddle between her legs growing, as she thought to inspect the damage on her panties and skirt....
While her skirt had a small wet spot on it, her panties had a much larger stain... Dampened about the size of two quarters, but... Not completely soaked. Judging by Meta's own garments mirroring hers, there was a spot on her bottom as well, but she didn't pay too much mind to it... Just focusing on the...
Absolutely.. ...AMAZING feeling of relief washing over her, as her shoulders sagged...savoring the sensation.
"Ohhhh.. Ohhh, we have got to stop doing this.." Meta protested, even as her own sour expression, and tensed figure melted alongside Bouncy's.
"Mmmmm....Or else, It's gonna become a habit..." Bouncy added, not entirely sure if that would be a bad thing.....
Eventually, the girl's streams tapered off, prompting a hasty retreat from the scene of the crime. Out of sight, and thankfully, out of the intense Heat..... |
It had been a long day on Dragon's Edge and Hiccup yawned as he sat at his desk where the Dragon Eye and its lenses sat atop a mess of loose scraps of paper. Hiccup had been trying to make sense of a map on one of the new lenses for hours now but with Fishlegs back on Berk to pick up the riders for the Dragon Scouts camp, the leader of the Dragon Riders was having a rather difficult time translating any of the symbols. Yawing once more, Hiccup rested his head on the desk and closed his eyes.
"Maybe we'll have better luck in the morning bud," Hiccup mumbled to his Night Fury, Toothless. The dragon gave a small rumble in response but the young man didn't hear him.
There was a brief moment where there was total blackness in Hiccup's world but then he opened his eyes to find himself standing at the shoreline below the buildings of Dragon's Edge. He stared out at the peaceful waters and was trying to figure out how he'd gotten all the way from his hut to the edge of the ocean when he suddenly felt a strong twinge in his bladder. Jerking his gaze away from the gentle waves of the ocean, Hiccup started trudging back up the hills towards his hut. It wasn't a very long walk but Hiccup wasn't entirely sure he'd make it back to his hut completely dry, if dry at all. None of the other riders knew this but not only did Hiccup struggle with an unusually small bladder but he also never seemed to know just how badly he had to go until it was almost too late. As the years had gone on, Hiccup had hoped that he'd outgrow his bladder issues but now he was almost 19 years old and had had no such luck. Thankfully he'd never had a public accident but there had been many close calls where he'd wet himself and had only avoided being seen by sheer luck. Of course that luck was bound to run out soon but Hiccup didn't want to think about too much.
Suddenly the viking felt an even stronger twinge in his bladder and groaned loudly. He was only half way back to his hut and it now it seemed more than likely that he would at least partially wet his pants before he got there. Quickly glancing around to make sure that none of the other riders were in the area, Hiccup squirmed on the spot as he slid his right hand down his pants and grabbed ahold of his dick. It wouldn't completely prevent an accident but it might buy him enough time to make it back to his hut. Another twinge struck his bladder and Hiccup could feel his hand get the slightest bit wet with a few drops of urine. Grunting, Hiccup squeezed his dick even harder and concentrated all his energy on stopping the leak. As soon as he had done that, he began an awkward sort of waddle up the hill. Right as Hiccup reached the edge of the building clustered on Dragon's Edge, he felt another few drops of pee slide out of the tip of his penis. Hiccup pressed his legs together and fought to stop the leak. Oh gods.... he might have a full blown accident before he even reached his hut. Thankfully all of the other riders seemed to be gone so at least no one was here to witness his humiliation.
"Oh how in the name of Thor am I going to even get up to my hut," Hiccup wondered aloud as he pee danced on the spot.
Before Hiccup could answer his own question, he heard Astrid's voice calling him from very far away. He turned in circles, trying to figure out where her voice was coming from but he could only see Dragon's Edge start to become fuzzy. And then suddenly Hiccup was opening his eyes to find Astrid staring at him in concern as he woke up in his desk chair with his right hand down his pants, squeezing his dick for dear life.
"Astrid! Hi! Um!" was all Hiccup could say as he felt his face turning bright red and his bladder contracting. Oh gods, the girl he was in love with was about to see him have an accident all over his chair. Hiccup could feel tears welling in his eyes and he dropped his gaze to the floor. He couldn't even bare to look at Astrid. As much as he loved her, he wished that she would just go away so that he could at least wet himself without an audience (Toothless, who had often helped Hiccup disappear before anyone could see that he had wet himself did not count). Of course the Gods hated Hiccup and he didn't get his wish.
"Hiccup... do you need... to go to the bathroom," Astrid asked in concern.
"Hahaha no.... I am completely fine Astrid, please just go," Hiccup begged, still refusing to look at her.
"Hiccup let me help you." Astrid reached out a helping hand.
"Astrid please, I am fine." Hiccup's bladder contacted again and he felt more piss wet his hands. Oh gods, why couldn't his crush just go away?! Here he was, seconds away from wetting himself and -
"Come on Hiccup, you're clearly bursting." Astrid took her friend's free hand and helped him out of the chair. She started to lead Hiccup to the stairs that reached down to the main floor of his hut when Hiccup stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hiccup, what's wrong?"
"Astrid.... I.... I can't...." Hiccup was trying hard to not cry.
"Can you make it to the bottom of the stairs?" Astrid looked at Hiccup with a gentle, loving expression.
"I... I don't think so...." Hiccup hung his head in shame. Oh Thor, he had been doing so well in hiding his accidents from the villagers on Berk, and then the other riders when they came to Dragon's Edge and now Astrid was about to watch him completely and utterly soak his pants. It was beyond humiliating to say the least.
"Well what would you like me to do?" Astrid still hadn't dropped his hand, nor had she dropped that caring tone of voice. Hiccup was about to answer her when a loud hiss filled the room and a hot, wet sensation bubbled at Hiccup's crotch and then began streaming down his legs. He peed uncontrollably for about 30 second before the stream quickly tapered off. All the while, Hiccup could only stare at the ground and wish that it would swallow him whole. When he was finished wetting his pants, he finally chanced a quick look at at Astrid, who looked a little shocked.
"Go on, laugh at me, tell me what a failure I am," Hiccup snapped as he turned away to hide the giant wet spot that covered his crotch and dripped all the way down his thighs.
"I wasn't planning on it," Astrid murmured kindly.
"Sure. It must be so surprising to see the village fuck up completely wet his pants when at 18 he should be old enough to hold it," Hiccup snarled as he turned back around to look at Astrid with defiant glare.
"Hiccup I know you're embarrassed but please just let me -"
"Astrid please. Just leave me alone." Hiccup's voice had a sort of finality to it that Astrid couldn't ignore and so she quietly turned around and head down the stairs and back to her own hut. As soon as he heard the door close, Hiccup threw himself on his bed and cried himself to sleep. Oh gods he was going to be the laughing stock of Berk by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
Toothless, who had been watching the entire incident from where he slept in the corner quietly got up and padded over to Hiccup's bed. Making sure as to not wake his rider, the Night Fury gently pulled the blankets over Hiccup's body and then gave his head a quick lick before returning to his own bed. |
Astrid stand up and looked at her bed. It was completly soaked. She had to tidy it up after the training.
"Well, I have a lesson to not drink so much before sleeping" thought Astrid and laughted. She looked down at her legs - They were very wet, even after most of the pee came down to the floor which resulted in forming a small puddle.
"Guess I'll have to wash myself before training. I know I'm late but I can't train like this." She said to herself, took a towel and went to the small pond next to her house. Astrid always used it to wash herself, it was hidden pretty well, so no one interrupted her. The pond itself wasn't too big. Seven people could have enought space to stand with spreaden arms. The trees around it were pretty close to each other, only in one place, which Astrid used as entrance, there was enought space between them to walk in. She always used dragon's plasma before going into it to warm it up.
While washing herself, Astrid was thinking about her ability to hold pee. She was always good at holding it, but was she good enought? What if she really had to pee during fight? Or worse, what if she peed herself during one, decreasing her fighting abilities? She couldn't let any accidents like this happen again. If it happened during any mission with camp involved, she couldn't get another bedsheet or wash herself. By this Astrid decided. From today she is going to skip every toilet break during trainings to increase her holding ability. No using toilet no matter what, even if she was going to pee herself in front of everyone. Astrid also decided to drink more than usually before going to bed. She also decided to not tell anyone about her decision.
The bath took seven minutes in total. Astrid quickly got out of the pond, wrapped towel around herself. After entering house she quickly dried herself, put on light blue socks, her tighest white panties, spiky skirt and white-blue shirt with no bra. She wasn't wearing too warm clothes - sitting on a dragon really warms you up. Astrid quickly went to the training place. When she arrived it already started. Astrid quickly sat on her dragon and started flying behind the rest. During trainings they were supposed to fly throught tiny spaces, gliding, dodging balls and fire to inscrease their reflex. No one said even a word about her coming late.
After over a hour they had a break for eating breakfast. Their first part of training was always before breakfast, so they were ready for critical situations. Snoutlout and Hiccup made sandwitches and chickens. Astrid always liked breakfast after training. It was so satysfying to eat and drink after being hungry, thirsty for so long. She quickly drank 3 glasses of water, and few sandwitches. Some of them used toilet before second part of the training. Astrid obviously hasn't used it. During the second part they were training shooting accuracy. Not only by using dragons, but also by bows. Hour later they finished second part of training, third one was supossed to be 5 hours later. Astrid was worried. Usually tlnext part of training was in 4 hours. "I'm big girl, I can hold it" she thought.
Astrid headed back to home, but half way there, she was stopped by Hiccup. "Astrid, can you please follow me? I want to show you something amazing!" he asked her. Astrid agreed and followed him. Hiccup leaded her to his house.
"Look, I have designed new wing for Toothless. It's more comfortable, but I'm not sure if it's water proof. Maybe you want to come and test it with me?" he asked her.
"Okay, why not!" Said Astrid. She was happy that she can spend more time with Hiccup.
"Let's go then!" He said and took the new wing. "Toothless, c'mon!" He said to his dragon. Toothless followed him instantly.
After few minutes of walking they reached Hiccup's testing place - Waterfall. It reminded Astrid about her dream. She blushed.
"Uhh Hiccup..." She started to say. Astrid really wanted him to not think about her as a bed wetter.
"Yes?" He replied, while replacing Toothless' tail.
"You see, the incident during the morning, it was... Ugh, I drank too much before... Ugh, it usually doesn't happen... I mean, it never happens, of course, the point is that... I'm just not bed wetter ok?" She blew out of sudden. Her face was red.
"Astrid, I don't think that you are bed wetter. It sometimes happens, nothing to be ashamed of! To be true, it looked pretty cute when you started peeing..." Hiccup said. Astrid's face went even more red.
"You really think that it wasn't gross and all?" She asked him.
"No, not at all." He said. It cheered her up.
"Well... You've choosen beatiful place for testing. The water in this waterfall is so clear..." Astrid said, changing the topic.
"I come here pretty often. Have you ever tried the water from this waterfall? It's really good." Hiccup said.
"Oh, I haven't, let me try!" She said. Hiccup gave her glass and Astrid proceed to fill it up with water from waterfall. "Pretty tasty!" She said after drinking one glass and filling up another one.
After few hours of testing (Wings weren't working perfectly) and like 7 more glasses of water drank by Astrid, she really needen to use toilet. Only one hour was left until the last training, then she could pee.
"Oh wow, we were doing testing it for so long! It's dinner time already. You want to go with me?" Hiccup asked Astrid.
"Yeah, why not." Said Astrid, fidgeting. Her urge got really big, but she wouldn't stop holding it before last training.
When they've got to the big hall (In the village there was one, where were all announcements, bunker, breakfasts, dinners for everyone etc.) they sat at the corner. Astrid decided to not drink anything, to not make her urge worse. Hiccup brought four big steaks, two soups, big jar of water, two glasses and potatoes. The thing is, that the steak was very, very spicy. Astrid was very sensitive for this flavour, so it affected her even more. Finally she drank 5 glasses of water. After a while Astrid was thinking what would happen if she just peed right where she sits. It could be amazing feeling of relief, but the humilitation would probably make it not enjoyable. Thinking about it made Astrid horny. When Hiccup went to bring back plates, she placed left hand in her panties and began fingering herself, very silently. Her face was red. She has never done something like that in public. The urge was making it even better. Then Astrid started feeling the latest glasses of water. Without thinking she stopped masturbating. As soon as she did, Hiccup came back. To her luck no one, including him saw her doing it. Astrid suddently felt her panties getting wet. She leaked. Her face went red even more.
"Astrid, why is your hand wet?" Hiccup asked, after seeing her left hand. Astrid looked at the hand shocked. Her pussy has never made so much wetness to make her hand so wet.
"Spilled my glass of water, and tried to catch it while it was falling" She said after a while of thinking.
"Oh okay. Well, we should go to the last part of the training." He said, looking at her hand suspiciously. Astrid tried to stand up, but leaked.
"I'll be there in a moment, come without me!" She said to Hiccup. He was good with it. "Now how do I sit up without leaking... Maybe if I hold it with my hand... Yes, it should work out." Astrid thought and done like it. She grabbed her crotch tightly and stand up. It worked. Walking to the training place was pretty difficult. She had to put hand in her panties few times to prevent leaking. After a while she got there. Her panties were a bit wet. When it was time to get on the dragon, there was a problem. She had to spread her legs in order to get one the dragon. It could result in huge wetting. Astrid did first thing which came to her mind. When no one was watching, she quickly put her whole hand in panties and started holding her crotch very tightly. Then she quickly got on the dragon. Somehow she managed to do it without leaking.
When they went into the air, Astrid noticed the final problem. Going up into the sky with spreaded legs made her leak, resulting in soaking her whole panties. She managed to hold it. Flying on a dragon was always pushing you up and down. It wasn't helping her in controlling it. During this part of the training, they were doing things like doing barrel rolls, blocking attacks etc. Astrid's saddle was made of leather which wasn't soaking. Few mines after training started, she leaked again. This time more. She was now sitting in a pee puddle. Shortly after that they had to do barrel drop. That's where things went bad. When Astrid was upside down, pee puddle went down, soaking her shirt. It got so transparent that her breasts were visible throught it. Throught the rest of the training Astrid had one hand holding her crotch. She has leaked few times, but still hasn't let it all out. When Astrid was coming down her dragon, she had to spread legs. While doing it, she leaked a big stream. Then another. After a while, she lost control. Her legs started to feel nice and warm from the pee. Astrid moaned as more and more pee was going out, making her bladder emptier. After 2 minutes she was done. Her whole legs were now wet from pee. Under Astrid there was a big puddle. Then it came to her. She peed herself in front of her friends... But she quickly found a solution. Astrid took battle axe, and with clear voice said "Never talk about it, or I'll cut your head off."
"First tidy your puddle or you might slip on it!" Said Snoutloud laughting.
"Oh you little..." Said Astrid and started running to get him. |
The 2 pm bell echoed through Tinklebottom Academy, and class began once more for the girls of this fine institution. They all sat in their desks, squirming and fidgeting as Ms. Pissy, the desperate schoolroom teacher, wrote on the board, a prominent blush on all of their faces as they trembled in their seats. Ms. Pissy was too struggling with crossed legs while repeatedly writing “I will not urinate myself” on the board. The girls looked desperately at the word “urinate”, only fueling their desire to plant their rears on a toilet seat and relieve themselves.
Ms. Pissy slowed her writing in the middle of “urinate”, stopping at the T and slowly going down, making a squiggled line to the bottom of the board as she doubled over, forcing her hand in her crotch with trembling legs. The girls blushed harder and tightened their crossed legs, seeing their teacher ready to burst wasn’t helping their urges settle down. Ms. Pissy then began to do a potty dance, squirming and swaying her rear back and forth, crossing her knees to then hunch over her desk, holding her crotch as she shuffled to and fro.
“H-Here we go again” said one of the girls, seeing their teacher do her potty dance after the last bell rang, right on cue.
“Its like c-clockwork with this woman...” replied another, switching her legs and crossing the, once more.
“C-Can you blame her? 7 am t-to 3 pm, a-and no bathroom breaks in between, any woman w-would be like this” said a girl in the front, leaning forward and whimpering right after saying this.
Ms. Pissy looked back to her class, trembling and wanting to relive herself at once, but her duty as a teacher of Tinklebottom Academy is to teach these girls how to hold it, so she stood strong, taking a deep breath and straightening up as her legs remained crossed.
“I-I am a teacher of Tinklebottom A-Academy! I-I can hold it f-for days, a-and so can you girls!” she exclaimed, having a determined look mixed in with the blush and sweat.
The girls were quite surprised, as she usually remained hunched over and whimpering the remainder of the class or until she wets herself. They had a glimpse of hope that maybe, they can hold it today....to only be brought back to reality as she fell to her knees, quickly crossing her legs tightly and clenching her teeth, her face covered in blush and sweat, whimpering once more.
The girls sighed, seeing their teacher literally holding her bladder and forcing her legs together to keep from leaking. They went back to squirming and trembling, counting the minutes until the next bell rings, allowing the relief they all sought for. They looked to the monitor at the corner of the room, as it turned on, the local school news being broadcast.
Outside their door was the school news, accurately labeled “Pee News”, making its rounds in the halls. The reporter looked to the camera, doing a small potty dance as she stood there. The camera girl was also doing a small bounce as she recorded, a knee in the air as she crosses her legs.
“A-As you can see, th-things are normal in M-Ms. Tinklebottoms Academy, a-and as of n-now, there are no reports of g-girls leaking or bursting th-thus far. O-only time will tell if w-we can-“ As the reporter stopped, she pressed both hands into her crotch, a blush washing over her as she has an embarrassed look on her face. The camera girl was bouncing frantically, only one hand dug into her crotch, not nearly being enough to hold it for long.
The girls in the classroom looked to the Reporter desperately, trembling and squirming harder as they saw her desperately cling to herself. Ms. Pissy was too busy forcing her crossed legs together and jamming her hands into her crotch than watching the news, though she had a good idea what was on screen. As this went on, a quick sound was heard at the back of the room, water pouring onto the floor, but they all knew it wasn’t water.
Looking back, they saw a blonde girl, ribbons in her hair and a beet red face on the verge of tears looking off in the distance, as the sound grew louder and louder, slowly turning to a stream down her legs and onto the floor. She tried her best to keep it in, bouncing and crossing her legs tighter, but the stream grew stronger, eventually loud enough to make all the girls in the class jealous and desperate.
They all stared embarrassingly at her, not only was she the first to burst, but the sound was so relieving and wondrous to them, that a few moans escaped some of their lips, some biting their bottoms lips to keep quiet. The (lucky) girl began to moan and whimper, accepting that she couldn’t stop it now and spread her legs, the stream shooting out like a hose as a sigh of major relief was heard from her. Her bare white panties soon had a yellow stain slowly spread, going from a small bit to nearly her entire front of the panties.
All the girls looked away, knowing that staring at this relieving sight would only hinder them than help them. Some, however, got more than an eyeful of this, and not long after, puddles formed under the skirts of some girls and pee began to trickle and splash down to the marble floor, moans and sighs filling the room. Ms. Pissy saw some of her students relieving themselves, and soon a small stain formed on Ms. Pissy’s pink panties. She jammed her hands down further, crossing her legs harder as she grunted, giving her all fo keep in the inevitable flood.
With most of the girls failing to make it to 3 pm, and the teacher having to suffer the same fate soon, how will this story continue on? Will any girl make it? Will Ms. Pissy live up to her name? Will we ever see Ms. Tinklebottom? Will the janitor have one hell of a cleaning day ahead of her? Stay tuned |
A follow on from my original series of 12 months of desperate workers.
January: the gym owner
Thomas was living his dream. Having been in the army for a number of years he knew and understood the importance of looking after your body and keeping fit. So it seemed perfect for him to be running his own gym. Business was doing good, party because he had been very business aware and made some great deals with local businesses that meant their employees could access the gym at a reduced cost with the employers paying the rest. For Thomas this meant he had a guaranteed monthly income regardless of how many clients came and he had just signed another deal with the NHS locally meaning he could take referrals from GP’s and pharmacists with the NHS paying a chunk of the fees. Of course Thomas knew this might change his overall client base substantially but it also generated a wider business and he needed that to survive.
Thomas was thankful for loyal and well trained staff. The gym had been open three years now and thankfully he had managed to retain most of the original group of employees he had trained. Staffing was by far his biggest outlay so to help that expense Thomas worked long hours himself.
January was always his busiest ever month. He was one of the few people thankful for the ‘new year, new start’ mantra and the proliferation of New Years resolutions. Thomas planned on doing al he could to break the trend of people attending the gym one month but never again. He put his life and soul into making working out as much of a passion for others as it was for him.
Thomas had every part of his body honed and under his control. He ran his business like a machine and expected nothing but the best from everyone, including himself.
So it came as quite a disappointment to him when Robin called in sick right in the first week of January! Thomas was fuming and found himself having to reschedule things to be able to do gym introductions to all the new clients Robin should have been training. Despite being stressed Thomas refused to let his frustrations affect his business so after his early morning workout he had a quick bottle of water in his office and a banana before seeing the first new client at 8am.
Th first client signed up and paid their first month in advance and Thomas hoped he had done enough to convince them that the gym was a place for life not just for new year. Before he had even said goodbye he had to do another hours introduction to yet another new client, this time a middle aged woman who clearly hadn’t been in a gym in her life before. Thomas wasn’t even half way through the introduction when he felt his bladder sending him a signal that he should pop to the bathroom soon. He wasn’t going to walk out of an introduction though so he carried on showing the customer around and demonstrating some of the more basic equipment like the bikes and treadmill. He set a bike to its easiest setting and encouraged the client to try. She struggled and after just a few minutes Thomas helped her off. Worried he had put her off he veered her towards a side area with chairs and a computer and he switched on the computer to show some graphs and visuals of how regular exercise makes a huge difference.
Thomas crossed his legs and bounced his knee a little as his need to pee increased quicker than he was comfortable with. He decided as soon as this client left he would make his way quickly to the toilet. He could see that the customer wasn’t likely to come often though she really would benefit from doing so. It wasn’t his place to judge though but he sighed inwardly when she leaned into her handbag and pulled out a can of cola.
‘Sorry, you can’t drink that in here. It’s our policy not to allow food and drink in the gym.’
‘But they’ve all got bottles beside them?’
‘Yes madam, water is actively encouraged and in fact everyone should be drinking around 2 litres of water daily and more if you exercise regularly. I’m afraid carbonated drinks do not count mam and we have a blanket policy if not allowing them here at all.’
‘Mmm. Alright, can I have some water please?’
Reluctantly Thomas headed over to the water fountain and used a plastic cup to get the client some water, the gurgling water canister, the running tap and the filling cup all making his need to pee much greater. He carried the cup the few steps to the client and sat behind the computer as she casually put the cup to her lips and drank it all.
‘Thanks. How come you are not drinking since you think it’s so important then? I mean shouldn’t you be setting me an example since you seem to know everything that’s right for us?’
Thomas was annoyed. This woman had attitude and he just wanted her away so he could use the toilet and get on with his day. He had way better things to do with his morning and this was why he employed staff for tricky customers like this. Still she only had 15 minutes allocated time left in her introduction so Thomas took a deep breathe and answered as politely as he could.
‘Actually mam I have already had a quarter of my daily intake of water and will absolutely reach my two litre target and more by the end of the day. But just to show you how important it is I will have some now with you. Actually at your next introduction, should you wish to come back, my staff would be carrying out a full health check with one of those being a check to see how hydrated you actually are.’
Thomas couldn’t help but think his own measurements would be very high right now with such a full bladder but he kept quiet as he reluctantly once again walked over to the water container and filled another small cup of water and drank it all. It was cold, refreshing and lovely but Thomas knew it would just add to his already full bladder. He returned to his chair and crossed his legs while he tried to convince the customer to sign up.
She left undecided and on her way out the door pulled the ring-pull to open her can of coke as if by some form of protest. Thomas sighed and shook his head before turning right around and heading for the bathroom.
Except the receptionist stopped him before he got there.
‘Mr Rainman, sorry, it’s Simone from Waters Biscuits wanting to talk to you.’
Thomas turned, his bladder pushing strongly and his penis longing for release.
‘Can you ask if I can call her back please? Even in five minutes?’
‘Unfortunately she’s about to leave the office and wanted to talk to you now before she goes. I told her you had just come to reception and were available. Sorry.’
Thomas wanted to scream. Can a man not get to have a piss around here? For goodness sake! But instead he said he would take the call in his office and went there right away. After all Waters Biscuits were one of the biggest local businesses as had a workforce of over 120 people. He could really make money if he could do a deal with them. He’d been trying to talk to them for months!
He headed to his office and took the call. It lasted much longer than he wanted. For the first ten minutes he sat on his seat fidgeting and crossing his legs. He’d been so close to a bathroom, so tantalisingly close to peeing in a urinal and the thought made him so uncomfortable and increased his need exponentially. He was bursting now! He scissored his legs, bounced a little and moved his legs around.
Still the call continued.
He tried pacing the room. He tried standing against the wall. He even tried sitting on his table. Nothing seemed to take away from his ever filling and heavy bladder and his desperate need to piss.
Still the call continued.
Thomas sat back on his chair bouncing like a school boy and pinching himself closed. In his office his own water fountain gurgled, his large window overlooked the huge swimming pool and outside he could hear rain pouring down on the roof. The whole world was conspiring to make his need so urgent he felt if h e didn’t end the call soon he would regret it.
He tried to close off.
Simone kept talking.
Thomas kept squeezing, pinching and rubbing.
Simone wanted a date to meet to discuss things in more detail.
Thomas wanted to piss like he had never wanted to piss in his life.
He didn’t care when they met. He didn’t care how many people worked for them or how many he could sign up for his gym. He just wanted to relax and piss an ocean and NOW.
Breathing heavily, sweating profusely and unable to sit or stand still Thomas suggested he pass the call back to his receptionist who could arrange a date.
Things were so urgent Thomas has slipped a hand inside his gym trousers and he held his anatomy for dear life. Every second was dragging in. He was going to piss wether he was in a toilet or not. He had held as long as he could.
Simone finally agreed to be passed back through and Thomas hung the cordless phone on its charger as he walked briskly to the door, one hand still down his trousers. He couldn’t leave his office in this state but if he let go he knew without a doubt he would shoot pee everywhere.
He held himself tightly and headed over to the water fountain where he grabbed a small plastic cup and using his spare hand he placed the cup down his trousers and boxers and allowed a small amount of piss to escape. He had to concentrate so hard not to let much out but it was harder than he expected as his sphincter struggled to close the flow. Thomas placed the cup on his office table terrified still of letting go of his tightly pinched penis. Now free from the phone he muttered to himself.
‘Oh my God. I have to fucking piss so bad.’
He hobbled to the door still holding himself.
‘On the count of three Thomas just let go and run. You can do this.’ He told himself.
So with his spare hand he opened the office door quickly pulling the other hand away from his underwear and waistband as he sprinted to the gents with urine dripping from his member. As he pushed the door open he made a beeline for the urinals pulling his elasticated joggers and boxers down as his penis strung up half erect from all his touching and urine filling it and piss cascaded out of it fast and loudly. With one hand Thomas guided his aim and with the other he leaned onto the wall, his body needing support with the effort and speed at which pee was rushing out of him.
It was only 11:30am and he wasn’t due to finish work until 8pm. With all of Robin’s clients to see too he could only hope he wouldn’t need to hold again this badly before the end of the day. After all he still had one and a half litres of water still to consume and he did promise the middle age cola drinker he always drank enough. This could be a repeated problem if he didn’t watch out, |
February: the wedding photographer
Bethany had a eye for detail, a natural rapport with people and a desire to do her best at all times. She’d worked for Picture Perfect for a number of years starting at the bottom with the laborious school photos then newborn shoots and finally her favourite: wedding photography. Maybe it was the romantic in her, or her love of the natural outdoors or just the wider variety of shots she could take but wedding photography excited her like no other aspect of her job and thankfully her boss Steven noticed and would assign Bethany as many weddings as possible.
Bethany woke early Saturday morning excited about her day. Yes it would be long and cold at times but she had built quite a bond with the couple who were about to tie the knot and she was as excited for them as she was for herself. She’d met the bridesmaids, seen the set up of the hall, and even attended the rehearsal the night before so she knew exactly the best lighting for each shot. She was familiar with the old traditional church and the grounds and had discussed at length possible places for outside snaps despite the cold weather. As long as the predicted rain stayed away all should go well.
It was going to be an all day event and the couple were paying handsomely for photos of the entire day: from the bride and groom preparing, to the wedding cars arriving, the flowers, the ceremony, traditional family and guest line ups, the meal and throughout the evening reception. Bethany packed her bag for a long shift including water, a large variety of expensive camera regalia and snacks that would boost her energy throughout the day. Finally she filled a 1 litre flask with tea and headed out the door to the best man’s house where she planned to take some quick shots of the best man and groom before driving the mile to the bride’s house, where the couple already lived.
The best man answered the door expecting her though only wearing a pair of jeans and bare chested. It was only 9am and Bethany wondered if the men had slept much at all. She took some snaps of the hanging suits and some fun lighthearted snaps of the best man and groom messing about which she knew the couple probably would never purchase but would love seeing anyway. Sometimes, she reasoned, pictures were about capturing mischief as well as calm.
She was due at the brides house at 9:45 so she set off and arrived earlier than expected, the Saturday morning traffic much quieter than usual. She even had time for some tea before heading in to get some candid snaps of make up being done, the bride’s dress hanging up, hair being put up and perfect little bridesmaids being made pretty. The highlight for Bethany was photographing little Peter, the couple’s two year old as he walked downstairs in his navy suit with his favourite blanket tucked under his arm. Bethany caught him puzzled, then pensive, then excited, then laughing all by the time he had reached the bottom step. His curly blond hair and little features contrasting against the beige carpet and dark walls making every picture look magazine worthy and Bethany smiled at the toddlers natural charms and the fact she knew this set of pictures would take very little editing.
By the time she had completed the cars arriving, the mother of the bride, the mother of the groom and the flowers it was time for her to drive quickly to he church and set up the camera for the service. It was vital she arrived before the wedding party so despite the fact Bethany would have been more comfortable using the bathroom first she knew this wasn’t possible. There would be plenty time for breaks later when the main event was finished she reasoned.
Arriving at the picturesque old church Bethany shot a few quick pictures of the church against the overcast clouds which passed creating a romantic ambience she hoped to capture on camera. February was always risky weather wise for outdoor shots for anything but both herself and the couple had a plan B should the havens decide to open at the wrong time. A few keen guests were already waiting inside so Bethany took some unexpected photos of them as they mingled, sat looking at their phones or nervously waited for the wedding to start. As others arrived Bethany snapped from various angles on the aisle and from a distance doing a scan to make sure she hadn’t omitted anyone by mistake. When the groom and best man arrived she snapped a fantastic picture of them both at the church door as they paused naturally for a moment to take in the enormity of the day.
With the bride due soon Bethany set up her tripod and busied herself taking more photos of the interior of the church, it’s beautiful stained glass windows and ornate decorations and the minister dressed smartly in his robes. The couple had chosen perfectly, so she though, though she couldn’t help but notice there was no signs for where the bathrooms were. Despite the cold air outside the church was warm and with all the running around Bethany was hot so before the ceremony began she had half her bottle of water.
The ceremony went perfectly and Bethany captured hundreds of photos, many that she knew from experience would never make the cut. She reckoned only around 20% of the photos she took that day would ever be seen but it was a numbers game and the more you took the bigger the chance of getting some really amazing shots. By the time the one hour service was over Bethany was very aware that she could use a bathroom. Except now was her time!
While the couple walked down the aisle hand in hand Bethany was on her knees at the entrance capturing every emotion, every gesture and every moment. It didn’t matter that her body needed release, she had a job to do and she couldn’t disappear now of all times.
As extended family and guests said goodbye and headed for the hotel for lunch or to home Bethany set up her tripod around the side of the church where a mature well maintained garden would be the ideal backdrop for the formal photo shoot. The cold air shot through her and increased her need for a bathroom but as the couple had discussed previously Bethany was to aim to get the entire shoot over with in half an hour to 45 minutes as little Peter was tiring and cold and the young bridesmaids were bored.
Bethany started with single pics of the children, then some together, then some with their parents while the adults mingled. Twenty minutes in and she was having to cross her legs whenever possible and keep moving about. Now she took snaps of the couple themselves both with their young son and without, then with the best maid and best man and then with the bridesmaids and parents and finally with the full extended wedding party, which took over 40 shots alone to get everyone looking forward, smiling and standing right, by which time Bethany was very aware of her bladder.
She called it time and the wedding party headed for the hotel ready for lunch. Bethany was last to leave having to return into the church to retrieve other equipment, thankful to be alone so she could dance about more as her desperation increased. Now alone she looked harder and more carefully for any signs of a bathroom but still found none so she decided to drive as quickly as she could to the hotel where she was invited for lunch with the wedding and where she was sure she could rush to the ladies on arrival.
Finally having loaded her car with everything Bethany pulled out of the church wriggling on her seat as she did so. She was already later than planned and she had a twenty minute drive still to complete before she reached the hotel and a bathroom. That twenty minutes felt like forever and then she struggled to find a parking space when she did arrive. She longed to rush to the ladies as she opened her boot and grabbed her camera, tripod and accessories. As she opened the hotel doors she was met by an anxious best man who came straight over to her to say the meals were ready to be served and they were holding off doing the toast for her to arrive. He held a glass of champagne in his hand and he took the tripod and bag from her, placing it down against the wall, as Bethany turned her camera on and loaded up just in time to capture the toast, her bladder pulsating at the image of everyone drinking fluids right in front of her. Her glass had been placed on a table by the best man and several eyes watched expectantly as Bethany knew she had to drink the champagne despite really needing the bathroom.
Bethany jumped as a gentle kind male voice interrupted her thoughts to say that the seat beside him was reserved for her and that his name was Danny. It was all she could mutter to say thanks as she set the tripod and camera to face the head of the table and took her seat, crossing her legs as she did so. As the waiters and waitresses brought the starters in Bethany scanned the room for any sign of where the bathrooms were knowing she couldn’t hold on much longer. Before she even finished a full plate of melon was placed in from of her and fresh orange poured into a glass. Bethany tightened her muscles and bounced her knee. She had to get to a loo before the full meal started but she felt so socially awkward leaving during a wedding meal, especially one where she was expected to take photos.
‘You look as awkward as I feel’ came that voice again and Bethany turned to see the man who had spoken earlier looking at her. She wasn’t sure wether to say what was wrong or not as she once again looked around the room hoping miraculously to now see a sign to the bathrooms, even though there had been none just minutes previously.
‘Yes. Sorry I am a bit distracted. My apologies.’
‘No problem. I know you have a job to do. I won’t disturb you.’
‘Thanks. .......Actually it’s not that....I was wondering....’
Bethany was hit by a sudden strong urge and had to fidget badly in her seat and wriggle rather obviously to avoid an accident.
Danny leaned towards Bethany and whispered, ‘Are you ok?’
Bethany leaned towards him, one hand between her tightly crossed legs under the table as she whispered back, ‘I really really need to go to the toilet’.
In whispered tones the conversation continued:
‘Do you think you can wait until after the meal? I can show you where they are as soon as we have eaten.’
‘I’m absolutely bursting!’
‘I can see that. Just try and wait a little bit longer. It’s not that polite to leave right now. I promise I’ll take you soon. They’re not far. I just don’t want to create a scene. But let me know if it’s super urgent.’
‘Oh....ok’
Bethany wanted to say it was super urgent NOW but something stopped her. Danny had an endearing smile, a comforting voice, and he knew where the ladies were. If she could just wait until he felt comfortable showing her she could get to release her swollen bloated bladder soon.
Except her bladder didn’t want to wait.
From the view from the table Bethany looked the epitome of calmness and beauty in her trouser suit and blouse but under the table out of sight her legs were rubbing, her knees bouncing and her urethra pounding. She couldn’t recall needing to pee so much before but she ate her starter and sipped some fresh orange as if all was well while Danny smiled and winked at her.
Five minutes later she leaned in to whisper again.
‘I don’t think I’ll last the full meal!’
‘Do your best! That’s all anyone asks. You’ll get to go soon. Promise.’
The starter was cleared away as people relaxed and chatted though Bethany felt anything but relaxed. She scissored her legs and shifted in her seat as another urge hit.
She leaned over to say to Danny.
‘I’m so desperate to pee. Could you show me where the ladies is now please.’
‘I would but the waitress is just heading over with the main course. Look! We can’t risk knocking into her. Once I’ve eaten I’ll show you. Honesty.’
Bethany sighed wondering if she ought to just rush to reception and ask them but as she was about to get up sure enough her main course was served, along with a large glass of water!
Throughout the meal Bethany struggled enormously, fidgeting restlessly and crossing her legs one way then the next, even edging to the corner of her seat to press down and rock as she tried to eat. While one hand used her fork the other massaged her crotch under the table as her whole body pushed to get release. Her head was spinning, her body sweating and her hands shaking. She could hardly eat though Danny seemed to be eating well and happy bedside her.
He wasn’t half way through his meal when Bethany whispered again.
‘I’m about to pee myself!’
‘Can I finish my meal first?’
‘Only if you don’t mind a huge puddle beside you! It’s an emergency now.’
As the pounding and tingling intensified yet again Bethany stood up, bent forward and rushed out the door one hand pushing between her legs as she reached the main foyer, drops of urine leaking into her knickers. Looking quickly around she saw signs to the toilets around the corner and ran with her crotch held tightly. She couldn’t wait for some stranger to finish his meal and direct her. She was frantic!
What Bethany didn’t expect was that the hotel had more than one event on with it being Valentine’s weekend and she unexpectedly met with a small queue of ladies waiting!
Knowing she was already leaking now Bethany hobbled back out and ran into the baby change next door silently pleading it to have a toilet! It didn’t so she backed out of it again marching on the spot with one hand holding herself tightly. She pushed open the ladies again but there was absolutely no way she could wait for three others in front of her with just three cubicles so she pushed open the disabled bathroom and was delighted to find it was not only free but clean and large. Without even wasting a second to lock the door she pulled her smart trousers and underwear down and hovered over the toilet as warm pee gushed from her steadily. Bethany hates using public toilets but sometimes emergencies happened and this was one such time.
She just hoped that she hadn’t missed any photo opportunities and that the bride and groom would understand her social faux pas of leaving during their special meal.
She finished and washed up and sneaked back onto the hall and returned to her seat as Danny, who had now completed his meal leaned over and whispered, ‘you less distracted now?’
‘Definitely. That was extreme. At least I never missed the sweet or the speeches though eh!’ |
March: the telecom engineer
Jonathan was recently divorced, a bit overweight and going through a difficult time but work was providing the time to think and reflect that he so urgently needed. Jonathan thrived as a lone worker. Things needed done his way or not at all and he had a very low tolerance for time wasters. He was also socially awkward and very shy and never happier than when his head was stuck in a green telephone exchange at the end of a quiet street with wires and electronics for company. He’d worked in the telecom industry long enough to see many changes; pay changes, conditions changing and way too many company name changes; yet still customers were faced with just the simple choice of overhead wires or cables under the ground. He did the overhead wires while the rival company did the underground ones.
He’d connected remote cottages, fixed complex cabling issues at huge offices and brought broadband to thousands of customers. He could re-route lines, knew where every town in his area had their main exchange and he stayed until the job was done. more often than any of his colleagues. Unlike many of his younger colleagues he took great pride in making sure every line had the quickest line speed possible and he tested, his own way, to make sure.
While he didn’t have a whole lot of ‘buddies’ he was well respected by his colleagues and bosses. Still, in his late forties, he preferred to use older equipment than newer stuff and he stuck dogmatically to the fact he never worked weekends. He also preferred knowing what his day entailed before leaving but the current system of ‘display and dispatch’ meant he had to declare his availability and the company would dispatch him to any job anywhere in the area as if he was a taxi not an engineer. If he had been more outspoken he would have told the company what he thought of this most recent change. Instead he just shut up and worked as he always did.
Jonathan woke up alone, had a large mug of coffee and read the paper and then signed in as available. Immediately he was assigned a street where six properties had contacted their suppliers to say they had no phone of internet at all and he was sent to sort it out. As he set off for the 30 minute drive he poured the rest of his coffee percolator into a flask and headed to work. On arrival at the street he parked up, had some more coffee and signed in to say he was ‘on the job’ as he caught up with all the house numbers and detailed reports online via his phone while he finished his coffee.
Before he got out his van he had already deduced that something had happened to the street box since all six neighbours had woke to no dealing tone and no internet. He was determined to source and fix the problem. He just hoped the storm that had ravished during the night had passed so he wouldn’t get soaked in torrential rain. He put his flask away and opened the green box to check if there was a line coming in. That, at least, appeared to be fine though not as high a current as he had expected. A quick look along the street of 1940’s houses told him the chances were the wiring in the street would be as old as the houses in some places. His company was not known for proactively replacing cabling and they tended to go on the opinion of ‘if its working leave it be.’
Next was to earmark which of all the lines in the box belonged to which property and by now the coffee wasn’t just keeping Jonathan alert, it was also filling his bladder. At some point he would need to visit the main exchange so he would just run into a supermarket then for the loo. Right now though he had too much else to think about.
It was easy to spot all six lines as every single one had no signal and indeed the entire side of the street was affected, with the unaffected other properties getting their supply via the underground rival cable company. This was a serious fault. After another half an hour with his head in the box Jonathan realised that the storm the night before had resulted in lightning striking the box and frazzling a main wire. His job was now to locate that wire and fix it.
With his concentration 100% on the job Jonathan traced the wires of all six houses to a nearby park so he set off to test each wire at that point to deduce where the fault was. He had left his van on the street but taken with him his large bag and at the park he found the telegraph pole, checked it was within its safety check times then he climbed it with a line tester in his hand. He quickly discovered that the power to the pole was fine but there was no power from the pole to the box in the street and that the power he had tested in the box was that coming from the opposite side of the street only, hence it’s lower current.
Jonathan climbed down the pole and walked back to his van. It was almost 11am and he had been on the job two hours and already discovered the root of the problem. He also, rather inconveniently, had a very full bladder but there was little he could do to fix that particular problem. He’d need to wait for lunch now for that. Jonathan climbed back into his van and updated his job on the operation portal as ‘fault located. Job in progress’ so that customers could be kept informed.
His next step was to find out if the entire cable needed replaced from the telegraph pole to the box or just part of it. While to Jonathan’s mind the best solution (and easiest) would be to replace the entire strength of cable, company policy stated all repairs must be of minimum cost, minimum length of cable and the least intrusive to customers. There was a real air of distrust having crept into the company as fraud investigators had unearthed some very unethical staff members who had been charging customers directly for things and pocketing the money. The implications of this ran deep and meant that even Jonathan’s van was now tracked so gone were the days when he could just drive to a supermarket or shopping centre for a loo break mid shift like ‘the good old days’. Nowadays the company clearly wanted robotic engineers who had no need to eat, take breaks or urinate!
Jonathan climbed out his van and opened the green box again and isolated the one side of the street. He then located the line from the pole and tested it at the box to find it had no signal at the box either. This meant there was no point in tracing where it needed replaced as he could justify replacing the entire length since both ends had no connection. His van had the right cabling but he wasn’t sure he had enough so he walked from the box to the pole following the line of the telephone line as best he could to measure its length, very aware of his ever increasing pressure in his bladder. He stopped as the wire ran through a garden and out of necessity he rang their bell to ask permission to walk through their property. Aware this property was one affected by the issue he was sure they would be helpful but as he stood waiting for an answer all Jonathan could think about was the fact he ought not to have drank so much coffee earlier!
Having gained permission to walk through their garden (if only they had given him permission to use their bathroom too he wished!) he walked through the garden and estimated the length of wire needed. He returned to his van and climbed in the back quite distracted with his full bladder and having to give himself a brief squeeze in the privacy of his vehicle. By now it was almost mid day so after he noted he had sufficient length of cabling he logged into the portal again on his phone to request a lunch break. Food wasn’t his main concern but finding a bathroom was and Jonathan hated the fact the couldn’t just drive his van to one without having to get permission first. He felt like he was back at school which angered him.
He got into the drivers seat eagerly waiting a response from the portal while bouncing his legs. He knew the area and he knew there was a supermarket minutes away if only he could get permission to drive there and piss.
He waited.
And waited.
By now having to rub himself a fair bit.
Driving the van away from the street with the tracking device could trigger a sacking offence and his life was a mess enough without that right now.
Finally ten minutes later Jonathan’s phone rang. It was one of his bosses.
Ten minutes later and Jonathan was even more angry, annoyed and bursting! One of the customers in the street had called in (on their mobile) complaining bitterly that the engineer was sitting in their van ‘doing nothing’ while they urgently needed their line fixed. There was no way the company could appear to allow an engineer to ‘shop in work time’ given the formal complaint so Jonathan was made to verbally update his boss on the job and then he was told to ‘just replace that whole cable, check all six properties personally then finish up.’ The call ended with an apology and Jonathan wanted to say he really wanted, actually NEEDED, to use a bathroom but he knew it wouldn’t have changed anything anyway.
With a heavy heart and a bursting bladder Jonathan climbed back out his van and walked back to the park with his bag and the long length of cable. Climbing a telegraph pole desperate to pee would never rank as Jonathan’s favourite jobs ever but wrapping his legs tightly around the pole at the top and pressing against it as he secured the new cable did offer a little relief at least. He tossed the cable into the garden in the street and climbed back down. Walking back to the street he wished the park had been quieter so he could have had a discreet pee again the bushes. The job had a good few hours left and he doubted he could hold off another half an hour let alone until the job was done! Anger and frustration built up with the added adrenaline at least keeping his mind off his hard bladder longing for release.
Back in the street he placed his bag in the van and jogged down the garden to find his cable, bending to get it whilst giving his penis a squeeze. He longed to just pull it out and pee on the grass but knew that couldn’t happen. He unwound enough cable and left it lying as he reached the wall of the house. He ran back to his van having to keep moving to prevent himself pissing himself. He slid the ladders from the roof of his van and set them against the wall of the house. Before climbing Jonathan bounced around a bit then gave himself another pinch before somehow managing to climb the ladder and secure the cable. He moved the ladder along a few metres and repeated that again, moaning as his bladder screamed for release.
Finally he allowed the cable to fall at the end of the wall and he loosely secured it both to the side of the wall and under a fence and hedge until it finally connected with the green box. Dancing rather unceremoniously Jonathan was impressed he even managed to connect the cable in the box at all such was his need to release his bladder! But he did it and after a quick test he could see that initial findings were that all six lines should be back working again.
Surely, Jonathan thought, I should be allowed a break now and I can return to check each house after I get to pee. He climbed back into the drivers seat of his van, this time gripping himself tightly and learning forward as he signed back into the portal to update again, sweating at the effort to hold back his bladder.
Again he had to wait for permission to drive or even run to the supermarket except this time the wait was even more urgent. He could feel the pressure on his urethra, his testicles tingled and his back hurt. His penis throbbed with the pressure from his fingers and thumb squeezing it and from an absolute urgent desire to pee. Alone in the van Jonathan moaned with the effort and swore between gritted teeth.
‘For fuck’s sake I have to God damn piss!’
He typed in ‘line replaced. Connections now working. Request for break before checking speeds please.’ Each letter seemed to move as he typed as his head spun and could think of nothing more than releasing his bladder. As Jonathan waited on permission he sat upright with his muscles taught and his hand tight around his dick.
His hand sweat as he waited for the phone to beep to allow him permission to drive away.
Silence.
‘Fuck man! This is bloody ridiculous. I have to piss so bad!’
Jonathan checked the portal but again there was no reply.
A strong wave hit and Jonathan leaned over the steering wheel as he pushed his bottom back into the seat. Something had escaped! He was nearing his absolute limit now!
He checked the phone but when he saw no more reply he climbed out the drivers seat and knelt down by the side of the van bouncing on his knees. He felt another wave and shaking from both the need to piss so badly and the terrifying thought of being watched he rested his head on the van on top of the front drivers wheel and undid his fly. He knew he risked his job but he also knew he would be working in soaking wet trousers if he didn’t do something drastic. It was starting to rain now so he hoped no-one would notice as he pulled his shaking penis out and let another big spurt shoot out onto the van wheel.
Too scared to let any more out he pushed his member back inside biting down on his lip and zipped up. He had so much more to release but no suitable place to do so. Jonathan held himself through his work trousers tightly as he heard his work phone beep. He swore as he read ‘speeds to be tested then half hour break approved.’
‘You have to be joking? How the fuck do I do that without pissing myself?’
Jonathan had never wanted to quit and slap his bosses as much as he did then.
Then he remembered that the owner of house with the main wire in the garden had been home and maybe, just maybe, he could muster the courage to ask to use their bathroom?
He hobbled to their door dancing as he waited for the bell to ring. The same male as before answered and allowed him in. He was shown the master socket and Jonathan apologised and set up his line tester whilst squirming as discretely as possible. An awkward silence was broken by the noise of Jonathan rubbing his trousers as quietly as he could.
‘Been a long job to fix mate?’
‘Yes and no. Finding the fault was quick but rectifying it took longer.’ In muttered quieter tones Jonathan whispered ‘if only I could rectify my own problem.’ Jonathan moaned softly again as another wave hit and his rubbing got instinctively harder and faster.
‘Everything ok mate?’
‘Sorry. No mate. Your line speed seems great but would you mind if I used your bathroom? I’m absolutely bursting for a piss mate.’
‘Oh. Oh. Of course you can. It’s just under the stairs.’
Jonathan stood up his face read, his hand tight between his legs and his heart racing. As he stood another spurt leaked and a noticeable wet area appeared on Jonathan’s crotch. Jonathan bent forward and headed quickly for ten stairs but before he could open the toilet door a loud hissing noise indicated to both the customer and Jonathan that it was too late. Embarrassed and mortified Jonathan froze as his entire bladder emptied eight in front of a customer in their home.
After an awkward silence the customer quietly asked if Jonathan had wanted to go earlier when he asked permission to walk through the garden.
Jonathan muttered back shyly ‘Yes I did.’
‘Oh God you must have been absolutely bursting holding that long! You should have asked the first time. I was pissed off at no phone or internet but hey your a human not a robot. We all have to piss after all.’
‘If only my employer realised that’ Jonathan thought.
‘If only...’ |
April: The Fairground Operator
Chloe was a traveller and always had been. Born the third child of five and having been to more schools during her life than most people could even name, she had ‘graduated’ just four years ago at 20 to get her own caravan. By her age her own mum had already had three kids so it was quite an adjustment for her family to have an older daughter who was still childless and unmarried (and attracted to girls but they didn’t know that yet!) It had it’s advantages though when there were long hours of work to do setting up the fairground, safety checking everything and running the show. Chloe had been doing this for 24 years going from place to place to make as much money as possible.
She’d worked everything from the Big Wheel, the dodgems, the spinning teacups, the flying pigs, the merry go-rounds, the roller coasters and the boat swings. She had completed every safety course, drove the large vehicles and fixed faults as good as anyone else could. The fairground life was in her blood.
It had been a long journey from Kent in England to Blackpool where they had been set up for a week in a large city centre to mark a town turning 100 years old. It had been a worthwhile week but Chloe was tired before they even arrived and glad to have a good nights sleep in her own caravan on site before set up the next day. Despite the unseasonal warm weather Chloe had slept well in her single bedroom caravan and she sat with the door open as she drank her mug of tea. It was just before 8am and the fair was due to open to the public in four hours time. It was going to be another crazy busy day. Chloe could already hear vehicles being unfastened, equipment being set up and family chatter. Her caravan had a very basic chemical toilet and water had to be pre stored with electricity coming from on site generators. It was a basic existence but all Chloe had ever known so she warmed some water on the electric rings and had a quick wash whilst eating some biscuits and drinking a bottle of juice then she locked up her little camper van and headed out to help with set up.
Two hours later and things were on schedule when Chloe popped back to her van for some crisps and more water. It was turning into a lovely day, ideal for the fair near the beach and with the schools off for spring break Chloe was hoping to make good money. First though everything needed set up and just as Chloe was about to use her own toilet one of her brothers opened her van and started talking to her. Privacy wasn’t something her family practiced much having all lived in each other’s pockets all their lives so Chloe closed the tiny toilet door and spoke to her brother, hoping he would leave so she could wee.
Instead he was bringing today’s schedule of who was where and giving Chloe her float, money apron, radio and keys. Chloe was less than impressed to see she was on the flying pigs but at least it was better than the basic merry go round. She far preferred the busy roller coaster or dodgems but in fairness she had just had a week on the prestigious roller coaster in Kent so it was her turn to do the less attractive, more run of the mill rides this time. Her brother seemed to be buoyant and chatty and before she even realised it they were both called out to help with final opening preparations as safety checks.
As the fair officially opened at midday Chloe suddenly realised she hadn’t managed to use the bathroom since she had woken at 7:30! She’d been too busy and the one earlier opportunity she had had been prevented by her brother. Just thinking about it made her feel quite a need to go so she immediately decided to not think about it as a group of children excitedly paid for their first ride on the flying pigs. Chloe loaded two at a time in the metal painted pigs and strapped them in safely. Considering they had just opened Chloe was delighted that almost every pig had a paying customer as she started the music and the pigs rose and turned going up and down in the air as children pushed buttons in front of them with the familiar tune playing away. Four minutes later she was helping the happy children off as more waited to board.
The midday heat was lovely, but dehydrating, and Chloe was grateful for a stock of cold cans of juice in her booth. As the pigs went round for the fourth time she drank half a can of cold cola before the music stopped and more children needed helped off. By the next round of customers the cola was finished.
By 1pm the fair was a hive of activity and Chloe’s bladder was a hive of need too! She glanced around to see if any others were around to give her a break but there were so many crowds Chloe had no way of finding someone and every ride filled up with a queue still formed. Chloe switched the key to set the 8 pigs off on their ride as she stood in her windowed bothy moving from foot to foot. She had no choice but to keep on holding her bladder as the ride continued to fill time and time again. She only had on her denim shorts and a vest top with her money apron on top but still she was sweating in the open air on a warm April near the sea front. But despite really needing to find a bathroom and being hot she still couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be with the buzz of activity and the thrill of the fair.
By 1:30 things were still crowded and Chloe was taking money with one leg bent behind her, or moving from foot to foot, or crossing her legs. Standing still wasn’t really an option as she periodically rubbed her bladder or wrapped her arms around her abdomen. Her need to pee was steady and constant and very distracting. Her only hope of a break was finding one of her huge family to cover her ride for a few minutes so she could either run to the nearest loos in a nearby arcade or use her own tiny toilet in her camper van. Either appealed greatly to her but she just couldn’t get away from her ride without someone else there.
Ten minutes later and her dancing and moving continued non stop. Annoyingly her continuous leg movements and body twisting was making her sweat more and she had little choice but to drink some water in her booth despite her body being unable to eliminate what it already had stored as waste. The last thing her bladder needed was more fluid but her heart, skin, brain and head still needed relief from the heat. Chloe sipped at the water often, hoping little sips would be better than downing it quickly. Even drinking she had to bounce on the soles of her feet and lean forward as her body struggled to remain in control.
Chloe closed her eyes for a short moment imagining he relief of being able to finally pee. In the confines of her tiny booth she regretted her thoughts right away as she had to give herself a quick hold with her hand as a few drops leaked into her panties. She was bursting but just then the ride finished again and she had to help the children and parents out of the pigs, take more money from customers then make sure everyone else was safely in before starting all over again. All the while Chloe’s bare long legs were moving continuously in a very obvious pee dance in public.
Chloe couldn’t hide her excitement when she spotted her cousin Abe heading towards her. The weight of loose change in her apron pocket was really pushing on her bladder and she ached to take her apron off and run and find a loo. As she waved frantically to him he smiled and headed up the steps to her pushing through the queue of excited people waiting to ride on the flying pigs.
Chloe couldn’t stand still as she took a step back with one foot then forward with the other then bounced on her heels then bent a leg behind her, her flat pumps hitting the fence behind her.
‘Abe you couldn’t cover me for five could you...please?’
‘Chlo I’m only here to get money from you. It’s so crazy today dad’s worried about how much we are carrying so he’s sent me to take the big notes from you to secure. But if you really need a break I can come back once I’m finished. I’ve got two more rides then I need to secure the cash then I can return. You ok?
Chloe couldn’t hide her desperation but at the same time she hated admitting it. She held onto the railing behind her and crossed her legs and bend forward.
‘I just...I just really have to pee. I’d be back in five minutes Abe. Promise.’
As if to showcase her need even more Chloe slipped a hand to the crotch of her shorts and squeezed herself tightly.
‘Understood. I’ll go as quick as I can!’
That wasn’t what Chloe hoped would happen as the ride ended once again and once again she had to race around and help customers off the ride, take more money and help more board again. She had handed Abe a pile of big notes but the huge amount of coins in her apron pocket weighed so heavily on her bladder she was sure it would burst. She just had to try and hold off until her cousin returned and she prayed it would be soon!
Chloe was so focussed on holding that at one point as she held the railing behind her and marched on the spot she was shocked to hear a lady at the head of the queue asking discreetly if she was ok. Her hands were sweating and the hairs in the back of her neck were standing up as her whole body screamed to let her pee. What had begun as subtle moves were now a very very obvious pee dance and customers were clearly noticing.
Chloe bit her lip and rubbed her hands down her thighs.
‘You look like you really need the loo there. You ok?’
‘Yeah. Actually no. I really do need the toilet and so badly. I have been bursting for hours but should get a break in ten minutes. It just feels like ages away right now.’
Chloe hadn’t realised others could hear her and her statement clearly had an impact on others. A young boy looked up at his dad and suddenly announced he needed to pee too as did the little girl at the head of the queue with the woman who had just spoken to Chloe. Even the dad of the young boy replied to his son that he was desperate too and as soon as they had been on the pigs they would find the toilets. Suddenly Chloe felt far less alone and embarrassed as she danced very obviously on the short walk way to the ride where people climbed on and off.
Just then the ride finished again and Chloe helped everyone off before helping the ones at the head of the queue on and taking payment, her desperation so extreme she openly held herself as she helped customers on. As she secured the dad and son in she couldn’t help but notice they were both holding themselves too, though hidden from everyone else by the huge plastic pig they were sitting in.
Chloe started the ride and stood leaning on the railing resuming her desperate pacing and moving as she looked for her cousin to return. She could see him in the distance heading towards her ride and the anticipation of finally being able to pee soon caused another leak into her knickers. It was now after 2pm and she hadn’t had a wee since she woke up and she was beyond bursting now. As Abe got closer Chloe did something she knew she should never do but this was a dire emergency now: She left the ride moving as she ran down from the booth and platform taking her apron off as she went she threw it at Abe as she passed him shouting back a quick ‘sorry can’t wait another second. Got to run!’
She wasn’t a metre or so away when she heard the ride end and she knew everyone would have to wait a little bit for her cousin to get there and help them down. She briefly remembered the boy and girl and the dad who all wanted to find a bathroom too but right now her need was critical and even as she ran she could feel the pressure between her legs and the fierce and relentless throbbing that signalled she was about to piss herself any minute. Not knowing exactly where the toilets in the arcade place where, being as she had not been at this location before, she opted for her own tiny caravan and as she got nearer she had one hand permanently between her legs as she felt her crotch warm and damp. She turned the handle of her caravan door only then to suddenly remember she had left her keys back in the bothy of her ride!
With urine slowly seeping into her pants she walked behind her van between all the vehicles used by her family to transport the fair and crouched down in the open pulling her shorts and underwear down right as her bladder gave way and a long hiss signalled her body finally getting the release it had so needed for hours.
The puddle beneath her grew so big her pumps were splashing in it but Chloe just couldn’t stop. She had so much to release and nothing could stop her from letting go now. She sighed loudly not caring if anyone could hear and splashed her feet deliberately in her own home made puddle excitedly, the thrill of open air peeing and the rush of adrenaline from finally letting go combining in a feeling of ecstasy and pleasure she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
She walked back to her ride in a dream as if floating on air. She couldn’t help but wonder if her customes experienced this same thrill when they finally got to go too. She couldn’t wait to get her apron back on, get back to work and have a long drink of cold water to cool down from the heat and excitement. |
May: the community care worker
Emmanuel’s family descended from Africa and arrived in Britain with hopes and dreams but very little else. Somehow, despite limited English, his parents navigated the immigration system and Emmanuel was able to complete his last few years of high school in Manchester where his family had settled. Leaving school proved to be a disaster at first with his family immediately losing vital benefits as a result and Emmanuel feeling he was to blame. He’d done ok at school, especially given how little education he had received back in Africa before moving and the fact he was at a considerable disadvantage to his peers with English as a second language and moving from house to house until full immigration was finally granted.
Emmanuel wanted to give back to the country that had given his family so much. Puberty had seen his height gain considerably and at over six foot tall, lean and a fast runner he had always thought sport would be his thing. As it turned out no team seemed keen on him and Emmanuel needed to think of something different and he needed it quickly. With nothing to lose he joined an agency and told them he would do anything they wanted him to. At 21 any experience would be beneficial.
So when the call had come in the week before that a care company were looking
for individuals to care for vulnerable adults in the community Emmanuel said yes right away. He had little idea what the job entailed but guaranteed minimum wage appealed greatly. Training was surprisingly minimum and involved a day of courses and form filling followed by a day of shadowing a current employee. The company needed staff quickly and it was clear to Emmanuel that the fact they had to contact an agency proved just how desperate they were. On the other hand it also made him realise how disposable he was in that the agency could call someone to replace him easily should he give them reason to. He wasn’t going to give them any reason to. He was determined to prove he could do this.
After his day of shadowing Emmanuel was given an address to get to for 9am the next day. All he knew was that he would be the sole career of a regular user of the care company and that he would be working from 9am until 5. What he would be doing he had yet to find out.
Emmanuel Googled the address and how to get there. By 8am the following day he was out the family home and on his way to work with an eagerness and excitement. He found the address and at 8:55 he rang the doorbell. He was greeted by an older woman who asked to see his lanyard identity badge and invited him in. The house was homely and welcoming and epitomised all that Emmanuel loved about England; the smell of tea in the air, carpeted rooms, wall papered walls and photographs of family framed on the walls. The main room was focussed on the central wall mounted TV with two two seater couches facing it and a coffee table in the centre. The older lady beckoned Emmanuel to have a seat and he was immediately offered a tea or coffee. He’d grown to love English tea very much so readily accepted a mug. His host returned with two mugs and went through a file that was on the coffee table all about her son Ben.
Emmanuel was fascinated by everything he heard about Ben. At 19 he was just two years Emmanuel’s junior yet their lives were very different. Ben apparently had little in the way of spoken communication, was autistic and epileptic and what was known as a ‘flight risk.’ Emmanuel listened intently as Ben’s mum spoke emotionally about previous carers who had underestimated Ben’s ability to wander, or escape, and how she had became hysterical at the thought of her only son, a very vulnerable young man, being in so much danger. Ben, apparently had the cognitive function of a young child with absolutely no awareness of any dangers like traffic, strangers or getting lost. On a positive so much of what he seemed to love were things Emmanuel himself enjoyed like football, ten pin bowling, swimming and eating out. The idea that Emmanuel could get paid to do these activities with Ben seemed rather incredible, though of course he had yet to meet the young man or go anywhere with him so perhaps it would be more difficult and less enjoyable than Emmanuel imagined.
As if on cue Ben came downstairs with an older man, who Emmanuel assumed was his dad. The older gent asked his wife if she had explained the medical stuff and she shook her head. Emmanuel turned to face the older man. He had no medical training at all and he’d never administered any medication even to his siblings so his heart beat faster at the mention of medical support.
The older man smiled gently and sat down as Ben sat next to him and switched on the TV to a kids channel. Speaking lovingly and gently the older man shared about epilepsy medications which Emmanuel would not need to administer but which he would need to be aware of regardless. He was shown a page in Ben’s file about what to look out for regarding seizure activity and reassured that current medication was controlling Ben’s seizures well at present. The older man then turned a page which read ‘recent changes’ and which had been completed in handwriting rather than printed. The man read out to Emmanuel about a recent urine infection that had caused Ben to be so disturbed he had self harmed so for a short period of time the GP wanted him catheterised to ensure his bladder was emptying completely and that Emmanuel would be given a spare catheter bag and expected to change the bag and clean the tubing while out with Ben. All other cleaning and medical tasks would be the responsibility of Ben’s parents.
Emmanuel wanted to ask so many questions. He’d never seen a catheter before let alone changed one. He knew only a little about autism and epilepsy scared him. Yet seeing Ben and being in the same room as him made Emmanuel feel at peace. He looked like any other 19 year old even if he was rocking and humming to a young children’s programme on TV. Ben could have been one of his family and this was a job. He closed the file, put it in his backpack and finished his tea.
Ben’s mum slipped Emmanuel an A4 slip of paper and an envelope of money alongside a disabled ID badge for Ben and a carers card for Emmanuel. Emmanuel glanced at the paper which had a detailed schedule of where he was to take Ben and what buses to catch and where. Emmanuel was incredibly grateful for the detail though the mum apologised for perhaps treating him as a child, even though Emmanuel hadn’t even thought she was. She was organised, thorough and wanted the best for her son. Emmanuel admired that.
As Emmanuel put the paper in his back pocket he noticed the older man hand Ben a makeshift laminated key ring of pictures and Emmanuel smiled as the man read out ‘Tuesday’ on the front followed by each picture which was simple and clear and went through the same schedule as Emmanuel’s paper but much simpler like bus, bowling, lunch, bus, park, bus home. Ben pointed to the bus symbol as his mum put his anorak on and shook Emmanuel’s hand. Emmanuel thanked them both for the tea and promised to look after their son as he took Ben’s hand and walked back to the bus stop he had got off at just an hour before.
Alone with Ben Emmanuel felt strange but relaxed. Ben seemed to understand what was happening and they didn’t need to wait long for the bus. Emmanuel showed the cards he had been given and was amazed to find that his fare was free as a carer and Ben’s was half price as a disabled passenger. Emmanuel knew where the bowling was and twenty minutes later they arrived and Ben seemed to know exactly where to go. Again Emmanuel showed the cards to the desk but he wasn’t asked for any payment and instead shown to lane 3 which was pre-booked for them and when Emmanuel looked at the bowling lane employee strangely she smiled and said Ben came every Tuesday and he only ever bowled on lane 3. Obviously his parents were as organised with this as everything else. Ben was meanwhile ordering the bowling balls into colours and Emmanuel typed their names into the screen. Ben looked up and flapped excitedly on seeing his name first. Before Emmanuel could blink Ben had taken a green ball and bowled it down the lane knocking down 8 pins on his first go.
Ben was way better at bowling than Emmanuel expected and by turn four a jug of juice and two cups were brought over without them having to ask and Ben pointed at the juice laughing. Emmanuel poured them both a full cup and they had finished two cups each before their ten games were over. Ben won, though only just, and Emmanuel had enjoyed the game a lot. Ben attempted to put his coat on and Emmanuel helped him before Ben pointed to his bus symbol and Emmanuel took his hand to head for another bus. Now they were off for pizza and Emmanuel could hardly believe this was a shift at work.
Things got trickier when the bus was late and Ben seemed agitated and stressed. Emmanuel reassured him, though the wait was annoying him too, especially as he was needing to find a bathroom soon. It was another ten minutes before the bus finally came by which time Ben was making distressed noises and pulling his hair. Once on the bus Emmanuel checked his sheet in his pocket and wondered if Ben could in fact tell the time. It was nearing 1pm by now and Emmanuel wanted a restaurant too as he sat with his legs crossed very aware he needed to use a bathroom soon. Ben still seemed agitated as they arrived at the retail park but once off the bus he flicked his fingers in front of his face and smiled. When they arrived at the door Ben froze for a moment while Emmanuel had to move from foot to foot as the thought of being so close to a bathroom sent a wave from his bladder.
Emmanuel had no idea why Ben wasn’t going in but he seemed stuck and was humming and rocking. Not sure what to do Emmanuel asked him if he was ok. Ben shook his head and grunted. Very aware of his own pressing need for the bathroom himself Emmanuel suddenly remembered the catheter but he wasn’t sure how to ask if that was the problem. Ben didn’t have a visual card he could use so he opened his backpack and opened he folder at the page marked ‘recent changes’ and Ben became visibly happier! Now all Emmanuel had to do was to work out how to change the bag. As long as he could use the gents while doing it they could both feel better, or so he hoped.
Ben took his hand and walked into the restaurant where the young waitress greeted him by name. He was clearly a regular here too. As they were shown to a table Emmanuel quietly asked if they had bathrooms he could use. When the waitress quietly asked if it was for Ben Emmanuel nodded. The waitress put a reserved sign on the table and led the two gents through a door. To one side was the ladies and baby change and to the other side was the gents which Emmanuel so longed to use. As he started to push the door of the men’s toilet open in anticipation the waitress shook her head and unlocked a ‘staff only’ room right ahead of them. Hearing the flush from the urinal caused Emmanuel to have to give himself a quick rub as he so hoped to be able to piss soon. Right now though he needed to sort Ben out first and he was confused as to why he wasn’t being taken to the toilets to do that. As if she could read his thoughts the waitress explained that Ben’s father had called to say he was coming with a new carer and that should he need it could a clean room with a sink be available for the carer to sort a minor medical need. Being regulars the manager had agreed they could use the staff room which was much cleaner than a public bathroom. Emmanuel could not fault the care and attention to detail that Bens’s parents put into his care and the lengths they went to to ensure everything went smoothly. He’d never changed a catheter before so perhaps the staff room would be better and maybe there was a staff toilet he could quickly use too. He so desperately needed to go.
The waitress left and Ben walked around the room anxiously touching everything and jumping. Emmanuel was edgy too as he tried to look for a toilet and calm Ben all whilst trying to read the instructions on the spare catheter bag. He called Ben over and was surprised when he came right away, though he was clearly excited to be somewhere new. Emmanuel felt strange and awkward undoing Ben’s trousers but Ben stroked his arm and hair and made noises that appeared happy at least. Bending down to undo the bag Emmanuel had to squeeze himself as he muttered under his breathe how bad he himself had to pee. It was no wonder Ben’s bag was full and Emmanuel openly pee danced as he poured the contents down the sink and then rinsed the sink. Attaching the fresh bag was easy and within minutes Ben was decent and pushing the door handle down forcing Emmanuel to wash his hands super fast to prevent Ben escaping. Back in the small corridor Emmanuel spoke to Ben telling him he was just going to use the toilet but Ben carried on heading for the restaurant flapping and bouncing excitedly. Emmanuel looked at the gents longingly but chased after Ben despite his bursting bladder.
Thankfully the same waitress as before caught Ben before Emmanuel could and guided him to the table. Emmanuel joined Ben, immediately crossing his legs and leaning forward. The waitress hovered by the table as Emmanuel suddenly panicked how he would know what Ben wanted to eat. He showed him the menu but Ben was too busy sorting the condiments still on the table. The waitress thankfully came to his rescue again asking Ben if he wanted his usual and Ben smiled, giggled and rocked. Emmanuel took that as a yes and ordered himself Hawaiian with some lemonade. Alone with Ben Emmanuel pulled his crossed legs tight with his arms. He looked at Ben fascinated by everything about him, finding himself enjoying his time with him more than he ever expected but also wondering if he would stay settled for just five minutes so he could run to the gents super quick. Even as the thought ran through his head Emmanuel could see the emotional in the boy’s mums face earlier that day as she explained how previous carers had lost her son whist in their care and he knew that in 5 minutes Ben could be anywhere. He didn’t want to lose a job he’d only just started so he swung his leg and bounced his knee trying to stave off the constant push from his bladder.
Ten minutes later and still holding, the pizzas and drinks arrived. The waitress clearly seemed familiar with Ben and it occurred to Emmanuel that she may keep an eye on him whilst he ran to the toilet. He was cramping with the need to urinate now and he knew he couldn’t enjoy any food or drink in his current state. Yet he couldn’t quite find the words to ask. Ben seemed to have a fabulous appetite at least and he was half way through his first slice of pepperoni pizza as the waitress left. Emmanuel moaned and shifted in his seat. He was hungry and thirsty but somehow until he had used a bathroom he couldn’t manage anything else. Out of politeness he sipped some lemonade but he just couldn’t face any food as he pushed both legs under the chair and pressed an elbow into his crotch hoping no-one could see. Ben seemed oblivious as he ate and drank happily but meanwhile Emmanuel held back tears.
His lack of eating caught the waitresses attention as she passed by stopping to ask if all was ok with the meal. Despite acute embarrassment Emmanuel looked down at the table, his face red, his voice horse and his bladder throbbing. In a half whisper, half beg, with his thighs pressed hard against the wooden seat Emmanuel asked if the waitress could possibly keep an eye on Ben for just a few minutes as he just needed to use the gents.
The waitress looked as embarrassed as Emmanuel felt, looked around to check how busy the restaurant was and then looked at Emmanuel all tensed and flustered and quietly nodded. Emmanuel didn’t wait for anything more as he stood and ran to the gents like his life depended on it. His tall legs and lean body helped him push through the two sets of doors quickly as he ran into the first stall, pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down and sat down on the cold toilet pan willing himself to finally relax. It took over twenty seconds before release came but when it did it was so incredible Emmanuel had tears in his eyes. Then just as Ben did when excited and happy, he giggled like a little child.
He returned to Ben, mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the waitress and after enjoying his lunch and paying, he had an easy bus trip back to Ben’s house where his parents were eager to hear how Ben had been and how Emmanuel had got on on his first day.
Taking the bus to his own house later Emmanuel envied Ben’s use of a catheter and his mind wandered to how else he could support his bladder as he would now be working with Ben four days a week. At least once Ben had the catheter removed he might actually get to a toilet during his shift since surely Ben would have to go too. He’d find out later that week. |
June: The Audio Typist
Diane had always worked as a typist, first of all doing secretarial work after she left school then for the last 7 years working for the NHS as an audio typist, writing out letters dictated from doctors, specialists and surgeons. Her employer, the health board, were, as always, way behind and when anyone was on holiday work mounted up more than before. It was a never ending job which made for busy days and long hours sat at a computer. However, it was varied and paid well and Diane was good at what she did.
Life hadn’t been kind though to Diane. Her first husband passed away from cancer at just 31 and, though she remarried, her second husband had left her a few years previously and was now engaged to her best friend. Her first child was still born and her second now a single mum struggling in a council flat. Years of hardship, lack of self care, and a sedentary job had resulted in Diane being overweight and addicted to coffee. On an average 8 hour shift Diane consumed at least 4 mugs of coffee and her diet wasn’t always healthy either. Yet her work was of consistent high standard and that was something she was proud of. On her wall at work was a certificate of achievement for efficiency, something Diane was extremely proud of.
Diane arrived at work her cheerful bubbly self. Sandra, her colleague had already arrived and had put the coffee on. Everyone knew Diane needed a coffee before she could start work. Both older ladies were surprised to see their supervisor pop in, as they rarely saw him, but he seemed happy so they took that as a good sign. John helped himself to a coffee as he spoke to the ladies and told them the ‘good news’. Apparently the local children’s mental health team were over three months behind with their client reports and letters so the health board had decided that in order to meet targets the backload of audio type work would be dispatched out to other experienced audio typists within the health board to catch up. John’s team of loyal audio typists, all two of them, had been drafted in to help. John seemed delighted, though Diane and Sandra didn’t exactly share his enthusiasm. It was going to be a very busy day!
Sure enough as the ladies opened their online portals they could each see hundreds of outstanding letters that needed typed. They both sat sipping coffee as they ploughed through their work, firstly doing their usual local doctors surgery results letters that always had priority, then starting on specialists from the local major hospital. Diane had been typing for almost an hour when she felt the first twinge from her bladder. Her morning coffee plus her just finished mug had both made their way through her kidneys and were ready to be let out. It was just a slight niggle though and with a huge backlog of work she ignored her bladder for now but nodded as Sandra pointed to the kettle asking without words if she wanted another coffee. Work was much easier with warm liquid to sip at and by 10:20 Diane had not just another mug of coffee at her desk but a few biscuits too.
Typing was all that could be heard from the room as John looked in at the ladies and smiled. He had confidence in his small team and knew if anyone could help with the backlog they could, provided they weren’t chatting too much or stopping to eat for too long. John wasn’t ever one for working to rule but he was under enormous pressure from NHS executives higher up to meet targets and unfortunately he had no choice but to pass at least some of that pressure on to the two ladies who he had faithfully worked with for many years. Besides John had a huge workload himself to get through as after each letter or report was typed it was his job to proof read and print or email on as per the request from the referrer. He alone had access to the postal frank machine and by the end of the day he had targets to reach too.
With both working silently with their own earphones on so as to be able to hear the audio to type out, and John in another room, no-one could hear the tapping of her foot that Diane was doing, almost subconsciously, as her bladder filled more and more with her third coffee mug now empty. Even though she wasn’t working in an environment where many saw her Diane always dressed as if she was. She had on a calf length flowery light cotton skirt with an elastic waist band with a plain white frilly blouse to match which accentuated her large breasts with its low cut and style. Her bottom more than filled the hard leather seat she sat on and her bare legs and high heeled sandals were crossed beneath the table and stretched out underneath. She had been crossing and uncrossing her stretched out legs for a while now and tapping them on the tiled floor while her body tried to get the attention of her brain and get Diane to stop typing and go to the toilet.
As Diane completed the report she had just been working on from a top neurologist she pressed to send it onto John and pulled out her earphones. Now she had stopped typing she suddenly realised she was really needing to run to the bathroom just along the corridor. She stood and pushed her chair out, her body needing the extra room to get past as she made a conscious effort to clench her kegal muscles and hold her full bladder. Gravity wasn’t helping as, now standing, she could feel the liquid inside her as she lightly rubbed her tummy. Taking breaks had never been an issue with both her and Helen freely being able to drink or go to the bathroom and have a half hour stop for lunch daily. As long as they got through the workload John had always been happy and relaxed so Diane wasn’t expecting to see him in the doorway of his office watching her and heading out to stop her as she approached.
John hated having to be strict but even though both Helen and Diane were hard workers he also knew that with a little extra pressure they could both easily do a few more letters a day. He stopped Diane and asked if all was ok.
‘Yes of course. I’m just going to the ladies and I’ll be right back. Too much coffee and all that.’
‘Listen Diane, I know it’s never been an issue and but I really need you back on your computer right now. I’m not really meant to let you just leave your desk or anything and while I know we have always just ignored the rules but honestly I really need to help get this backlog cleared. Any chance you could wait until lunch? Please?’
Diane was quite taken aback to hear John even request something like this but she could see the stress lines on his forehead and knew he wouldn’t ask unless it was really necessary so she figured she could hang on at least for a little while as she smiled, said ‘ok’, and walked back to her seat. It must be almost lunch time anyway so a few more reports and she’d be fine.
Clicking onto the next pending file Diane was surprised to see the time was just gone 11am. That meant a full hour and a half until lunch which seemed a very long time to hold off going to the loo. She shook her head, adjusted the earphones to hear clearer and started typing up the next letter, shifting in her seat a little as she did so. Thankfully it was a short report on some recent tests from an eye specialist for a patient and by the time she had finished and sent it Diane was feeling a little more confident in her ability to hold her bladder. She thought that provided she stayed distracted with work it should be fine to wait.
As she started the next letter though things changed. As if her body had heard her and was laughing at her it sent more intense signals that she needed to pee. Diane tried not to listen to the tingling, the throbbing and the pushing as she shifted around a bit more and swung her legs a bit. Sandra seemed oblivious as she typed away opposite her so Diane tried to settle as best she could. At times she could almost shut off from the dull throb but other times a sudden urge would push its way through and Diane would have to wriggle her large bottom on the leather seat, bounce a bit and shake or twist her legs and hope the urge would pass. Two more reports later and she was really struggling. She could barely sit still as her urethra pushed steadily against her large nylon knickers longing to release the liquid in her bladder. She finished the letter she was doing and once again pushed her chair out and pulled her earphones out and walked quickly towards the door and the toilet down the corridor, noticing that Sandra had done the same.
‘Oh are you heading to the toilet Diane? You couldn’t let me go first could you? I’ve been bursting for ages and you’ve already been once. Please?’
‘Oh God you too! I’m so desperate. I never got to go earlier as John stopped me. I so need to wee!’
Neither woman expected to see John stop them both.
‘Ladies what’s up?’
‘We’re just nipping quick to the loo John. We’re both bursting!’
‘It’s only half an hour or so until lunch you two. And I can’t let you both away and no reports coming through. You know we are so behind. Please just this once can you wait until lunch time. I wouldn’t normally ask but I’ve just had my manager on the phone and I promised him we’d reach 50 reports before lunch and another 50 this afternoon. If either of you get to 25 reports before lunch you can go to the toilet then for a break. I am sorry but I really need to do this today. The health board are getting pressure themselves from the government. You two are good. Honestly you’ll manage I’m sure of it.’
Sandra had caught up with Diane in the corridor and she was moving around as John spoke, while Diane herself clenched her muscles tight and moved from foot to foot as discreetly as possible. It was Sandra who responded first.
‘Are you serious? We can’t even pee for two minutes? I’d work much quicker without being desperate to pee you know. This isn’t like you.’
John looked away.
‘I don’t like this any more than you. You don’t want to know the pressure I am getting! Apparently I let you two away with murder and I need to prove I can do this. Maybe try not to have as much coffee eh girls . Just today...’
John trailed off and walked back into his office with his door open. Diane learned against the wall and crossed her legs, the thought of trying to work again this desperate not appealing at all. Unsure what to do she watched as the more confident Sandra carried on to the toilet anyway. Sandra cursed as she found it locked pushing her body against the door to check. She walked into John’s room moaning and as Diane stood in the corridor crossed legged she heard Sandra telling John that if he didn’t unlock the door she would phone the union.
Diane gave herself a brief squeeze as John said something about not being entitled to a break until you had worked six hours so just to try and wait until lunch or get a few more reports done then he would happily let her go.
Sandra sighed loudly and headed back to her computer. Diane followed.
Back in the room both ladies complained and mentioned openly how bursting they were before putting their earphone back in and very reluctantly going back to work. Diane had no idea how many reports Sandra had done but she was sitting at 19 so she either had to do another six reports or hold half an hour, whichever came first. Sitting back on her seat her bladder wasn’t at all happy and another intense spasm hit causing Diane to have to lean forwards and rub her bladder. She had drank way too much coffee and wasn’t in the habit of holding off peeing this long usually. As the spasms eased off slightly she tried to find a comfortable position to try and work. Leaning forward seemed to help slightly and rocking from side to side seemed to too so she did both. Concentrating was more and more difficult and Diane was making careless mistakes. She couldn’t help but look over at Sandra too who was standing up tightly crossed legged trying to type.
Diane couldn’t recall ever being this bursting to pee. The waistband on her skirt felt so tight as she pressed her thighs together in an attempt to hold. She had only managed the address and date details on her current letter and she kept having to replay the recording even for those. She tried sitting right back in the chair and clenching but that only helped for a few seconds. The pressure was constant and she felt if she dared to relax or forget about her need at all she would flood her chair instantly. Even above her recordings and with her earphones in she could hear Sandra chanting ‘Dear God I need a pee’ as if praying for some divine intervention. Sandra was still standing leaning against the table with one hand and bouncing from foot to foot with the other whist attempting to type one handed. Just at that Diane had a very strong urge and pushed one hand between her legs herself as hard as she could as she felt a few dribbles escape. She hadn’t wanted or planned anyone to hear her as the words escaped from her mind to her mouth.
‘Shit. I’m gonna piss myself if I don’t go to the toilet’
Diane thought she had just thought it so she was shocked to hear Sandra reply
‘Oh me too! Diane I can’t wait. I actually can’t!’
Diane pulled her earphones off as she sat rocking in her leather seat with one hand pushed between her legs.
‘What are we gonna do? I just leaked a bit and I really do think I’m gonna piss myself.’
‘Well I can’t do this anymore. You wait here if you want but I’m going to get that key and I’ll bring it back once I’ve been. John either opens that bathroom or I’ll pee on his office floor. It’s his choice!’
And at that Sandra danced out of the typing room and left Diane alone.
Diane dribbled some more despite wriggling like crazy and pressing her hand between her large upper thighs. Lost in a blur of utter frantic pressure she lifted her bottom off the seat just enough to pull her calf length loose skirt up as much as possible, rolling it up in both hands and trying to move it away from her damp knickers. The large leather chair had solid arms and Diane straddled one as best she could using the cold metal arms to press against her pulsating vagina through her damp pants. It felt good but she still yearned to pee like nothing she had experienced before. She slid back and forth a little enjoying the hard force against her personal area, sweating and shaking against an agonising need to urinate. Diane moaned and rocked as she held the desk hard in front of her riding the arm as fast and hard as she could. She had to piss. She just had too. She couldn’t hold back any longer.
Diane’s heart was beating so fast. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, her nipples so tender and hard, her head dizzy, her mouth dry, as with her hands grasping the table in front of her tightly, her legs straddled against the arm of the chair, her forehead resting on the table in front of her, Diane moaned louder than she planned to as first a fast squirt then, without warning, a loud and furious splash filled the room as Diane uncontrollably lost her battle and her mind to all her body had craved for so long.
Diane sat there frozen as warm urine soaked the arm, the sides of the chair, the cushion, the floor and her sandals. Foaming warm urine ran from where she sat towards the window, along the hard tiled floor, as pee continued to empty from her as if she hadn’t peed in weeks. Diane’s nylon underpants squelched with pools of pee as liquid dripped from the soaked gusset and down the sides as Diane’s bladder finally relaxed from two hours of holding. Embarrassed but delirious Diane walked over to the coffee area as she finally finished peeing and opened a drawer with some old Christmas napkins. Using holly and ivy printed napkins Diane dabbed her legs dry as best she could before wiping the arm of the chair and the leather cushion down. There wasn’t anywhere near enough napkins to clean the huge puddle she had made on the floor so, as if nothing had happened, she hitched her skirt up behind her, and after putting the napkins in the bin she returned to her chair, placed the back of her skirt behind her on the chair and left the front to sit naturally, then as casually as ever she placed her earphones back in and carried on working.
Eventually Sandra returned and placed the key to the toilet beside Diane on the very arm of the chair Diane had just straddled, totally oblivious to what had went on just five minutes earlier.
Sandra quickly returned to typing and it wasn’t until lunch twenty minutes later that she commented that Diane still hadn’t used the toilet. Only then did Diane, very embarrassingly, point to the puddle behind her chair which had run quite a distance in the room.
Sandra laughed, shrugged her shoulders and joked that they ought to keep the key and lock the bathroom so John could see how he felt being unable to go when he got desperate. They both laughed as Diane dropped the key into her handbag and zipped it up. |
July: the undercover surveillance officer
Barry sat in the corner of the council car park fiddling with his sat nav while sipping at his MacDonald’s latte. It was early but he needed to be alert yet inconspicuous. For months he had been researching and gathering information and he couldn’t afford to blow it now. He had a hunch ‘Cammy’ was inside number 10 and he hoped to get photographic evidence to prove it.
Barry, an ex police officer, had gone into detective work to boost his income. Lack of government investment in policing was capping his income beyond what either he or his wife were happy with. She wanted cruises, he wanted more time on the golf course and policing wasn’t providing either. Only two years into undercover surveillance and he had already increased his take home pay by 30%. A combination of inside knowledge from policing, an extensive knowledge of the area, and experience of working under cover made him very popular with his boss. So popular he was given cases and left to it, probing time and time again he could come up with the goods. Most cases were straightforward and needed little more than some good research but others, like the current one, took months of work and evidence gathering.
‘Cammy’ was being watched for more than one reason. Firstly the department of work and pensions suspected him of tax fraud and benefit fraud, the local authority suspected him of falsely claiming council tax benefit and housing benefit and for claiming he had dependent children when they suspected this wasn’t true. He was also suspected of renting properties under a false name and intimidating vulnerable tenants. If Barry’s detective work was right ‘Cammy’ went by three different names and had elaborate webs of lies and deceit. If Barry could prove all this he would be paid handsomely but more importantly he would feel proud of himself for freeing innocent people and saving the tax payers thousands of pounds. If that meant a few early starts and long days then so be it.
There was nothing wrong with Barry’s sat nav but it proved an innocent excuse to be parked up sitting in his car at 5:30am on a Thursday morning in the middle of summer. The sun had already risen and it looked like it was going to be another warm summers day. Barry finished the last of his latte and stuck his sat nav back up on his windscreen then fished out an old newspaper that he pretended to read. Behind it he had a camera ready to catch ‘Cammy’ if he happened to appear. Sure enough around 6:30am the suspect came out from number 10 and Barry took photographs that made sure to show the house number and the suspect clearly. Now to follow as safely as possible.
Barry caught ‘Cammy’ getting into a nearby van and followed him at a safe distance, parking around a corner and managing to take more photographs as the suspect opened the door of an unlocked house a few miles away and walked in. This was the address Barry knew was the registered address where ‘Cameron Lyon’ lived and where he was registered to receive government benefits. According to records he supported three children and a wife here as an unemployed, sick 33 year old. It was Barry’s job to find out and prove if any of this was in fact true. With schools and nurseries not yet finished for summer Barry waited patiently to see wether anyone would leave the property with children. It was a long wait and Barry snacked on a breakfast bar and had some water from a bottle in his car while he waited. If he drove away he risked losing vital evidence so he settled down and waited it out. He didn’t need any obvious distractions as he was parked in a residential area near shops, a school and a community centre so seeing people sitting in cars wasn’t out of place to any suspicious passerby.
It was two hours later before anyone else left the house and Barry was relieved to see a female leave with two children, though three should have been living there. Barry snapped them as discretely as possible as he only needed proof the children existed as they were innocent. One child was in a buggy with the other looking around 4 and Barry watched as the woman walked both children in the direction of a nearby nursery. He didn’t follow as he was much more interested in ‘Cammy’ but moving around in the car a bit gave him a bit of a desire to use a bathroom though nothing that was urgent in any way. He sipped on some more water as the morning sun shone in the windows and pressed his car windows down for air. He was shocked and taken aback to see ‘Cammy’ exit the property soon after with a slightly older girl with him as Barry snapped photo after photo. The three children, at least, seemed genuine.
Barry decided to get out of his car, suspecting ‘Cammy’ might be walking the child up a nearby lane to a primary school as Barry recognised the uniform. He was right and this time Barry used his mobile to snap a few pictures, pleased with himself when he caught Barry kneeling down and kissing the child briefly. That, Barry concluded, was evidence of a close familiarity and most likely a sign of parentage. No sooner had the child went through the school gate when Cammy took a call on his mobile. Barry risked walking past pressing record on his phone and pretending to watch and wave to a child in the playground. With his phone in his pocket he switched off record and headed back to his car. Adrenaline pumped through him as he had almost touched the suspect under surveillance which made him realise a bit more that he could really do with a loo break. One of the few things he missed from his police service days was access to a bathroom.
Barry took photos of the suspect walking back into his property then leaving again less than half an hour later, this time dressed smarter, clean shaven and with a smart case in his hand. Barry forgot all about his need to pee as he followed the suspect’s van to a town a few miles away where he knocked on a door, waited for a young Asian girl to answer then went inside. A quick review of records showed that this property was also in receipt of benefits and had been listed on a national housing site for private rent less than six months previously. Land registration documents showed it was owned by a Craig Leon and this was one of the aliases Barry suspected ‘Cammy’ was using. While he kept one eye on the house in question it suddenly occurred to Barry that the female with the two children hadn’t returned to the first property so while he waited he did a few checks on her and he began to suspect she may also be working and not declaring. It seemed the web of deceit didn’t end with ‘Cammy’ alone. Meanwhile though his need to pee was a little distracting, though manageable, and the sun was once again making the car hot and sweaty so Barry was finding himself very thirsty. It was now almost 10am and he longed for another coffee. For now he would have to make do with water.
Just as Barry was finishing his bottle of water he was caught out with the suspect leaving the property, though interestingly he left alone and there was no-one came to the door to see him out. That, Barry though, was most unusual, though on it’s own proved very little. Once again Barry followed at a safe distance and with one car between him and the suspect’s van Barry found himself in the queue for Starbucks drive through before he realised it. With no means to leave the queue Barry was placed in a position where he could either make some excuse and drive through, making others suspicious of his actions, or carry on and order something readily available so as not to allow the suspect to get out of sight. Barry quickly opted for the latter and ordered a plain black coffee. Luckily the suspect had parked up in the retail park and Barry did the same a safe distance from him. He snapped a few pictures before sipping his coffee, grateful for the sustenance since he had no idea if he would get any meals for a while yet. He wished he could run in and use the gents quickly but the thought of losing the suspect was too risky so Barry tried not to think about his bladder and concentrated on the job.
Barry was getting increasingly nervous as his mobile phon rang. Family and friends knew not to call him in working hours so he assumed it was work related. It was. It was a contact at the department for work and pensions confirming that Cameron Lyons had called the number on a recent letter and confirmed he would attend an interview at the job centre at 2pm today for an ‘annual check to see what we can do to assist you back to work.’. Such checks were common and ‘Cammy’ had been warned by letter that his benefits would be stopped should he not attend. For the first time that day Barry actually knew here his suspect would be at a certain time. Barry knew that his suspect would be at least half an hour in this ‘interview’ and Barry immediately decided he would use that time to find somewhere quick to pee. He just needed to be able to wait until then, which was, unfortunately, still over three hours away.
Ten minutes later the van moved again and so did Barry. This time the van pulled into a local supermarket and Barry took photos as the suspect walked in and back out again 20 minutes later with several bags of groceries including alcohol. Barry bounced his leg as the suspect placed the bags in his van as he thought how close he was to toilets yet unable to go, his need much more distracting now than before. 2pm felt like an eternity away as Barry once again followed the van, though with a few cars between them this time to prevent being spotted. The van parked at the property with the children again and the suspect went inside. Barry parked nearby and noted everything so far, squeezing his thighs as his bladder protested at still having to hold. It wasn’t even 11am and Barry had been out the house since before 5, 6 hours since his last piss. The more he thought about that the greater he felt the need to go. With members of the public walking past ,and in broad daylight, Barry struggled behind the wheel of his car to get comfortable. His bladder was very full and the desire to pee strong and consistent making him fidget, squirm and sweat.
It was a very long and restless wait for the 40 minutes until Barry saw ‘Cammy’ again, though this time he appeared leaving the property dressed in a different smart shirt and suit trousers. He had no brief case this time and though dressed smartly he seemed more casual than before and while taking more snaps Barry was caught by surprise when ‘Cammy’ didn’t get into his white van but instead walked down the stress a short way and unlocked and got into a much posher and more expensive Audi. Barry quickly started his engine and set about following, quickly having to squeeze his penis as his body once again reminded him he should be pursuing a bathroom not a suspect. Despite repeated signals from his bladder Barry somehow managed to follow the Audi as it parked into a posh restaurant and he watched and snapped photos as ‘Cammy’ embraced a young lady and walked hand in hand into the restaurant with her. Thinking ahead Barry called the number of the restaurant (it was on the sign at the front) and stated that he was just coming in with his girlfriend and could he have a seat by the front window so they could enjoy the sunlight Barry smiled when he saw Cammy being lead to a window seat with the female with him which enabled him to get some more clear shots.
While the couple ate Barry did some more research and discovered that this female was the one who ‘Cammy’ had spent the night with at number 10. That was about all Barry could focus on as his need to piss became more and more intense. He was using his phone with one hand while having to hold himself with the other. He seriously thought about heading inside the restaurant and asking to use their bathroom but he couldn’t risk being so close to his suspect again and he also couldn’t risk the restaurant staff being suspicious of him. But Barry was seriously struggling and fearing if he didn’t do something soon he may have a major accident.
Barry was in trouble and he knew it. His bladder was overtaking his mind and sweat poured from his back. He was fidgeting and squirming so badly and rubbing himself to prevent any leakage. He could feel so much pressure on his muscles that he knew they would give in and even his penis ached with the need to go. Glancing at the couple in the restaurant Barry wondered if he could take the chance to find a supermarket and use their gents or even a local library. He looked around the street he was in frantically as he held himself tightly between his legs. He was undignified, acting unprofessionally and feeling very annoyed at his body but he had been holding for so long now and he was absolutely bursting for a loo.
Just as he was thinking of what to do he discreetly looked over at the restaurant to see both of the suspects drinking. That was the last straw for Barry as he pulled the newspaper up over his steering wheel and felt for his fly and unzipped. Without looking down he felt for his earlier coffee cup from Starbucks and quickly pulled his member from his trousers and underwear and aimed it one handedly into the cup. Immediately urine came out and Barry used a finger to gauge as best as he could without looking as to when it was full. It took a huge amount of effort to pinch off as Barry so longed to completely relax but he hoped having released some that the pressure would ease. He pulled the cup of frothy warm liquid and carefully put the lid on before having to suddenly grab himself again as his body yearned to release more. Barry had hoped to push his penis back inside his trousers but another spasm caused some drops to leak out despite his hand pinching his penis closed. Barry frantically reached around for the other coffee cup, the one h had drank hours ago before sunrise from MacDonalds and he repeated his earlier act of pretending to read the paper while underneath it, under the steering wheel his penis was pouring warm pee into yet another coffee cup. Barry was almost in tears as urine once again seeped out of his body, this time even faster and within seconds the second coffee cup was filled. Still not anywhere near fully relieved but at least able to tuck himself back in Barry finished and zipped up and put the second filled mug in his car cup holder. He felt a little better but still keen to find a toilet to finish off. At least for right now he was a little less in danger of soaking himself.
Barry was able to wait out for the 90 minutes the couple ate, using the rime to take notes, a few more photos and to text his wife to say he would be home for around 5 all being well. He also managed to eat an apple and a chocolate bar which he had lacked to bring with him. The restaurant smelled and looks so much more appetising but going in wasn’t an option.
By the time the couple left and ‘Cammy’ got back into the Audi Barry had drank another bottle of water and he was bursting again! The Audi returned to the address with the children and the suspect went in and came back out 10 minutes later dressed in old jeans, a high street t-shirt and scruffy hair. Barry shook his head as he took yet more pics and followed as the suspect actually caught a bus presumably to his interview at the job centre. Barry cursed as the bus stopped at every stop as he found himself once again having to hold himself between his legs and rock as he muttered to himself how bad he had to pee. Finally ‘Cammy’ got out the bus and unusually looked around as if he had a sense he was being followed. Barry had planned to pull in nearer to the front door but with the suspect looking around he indicated to a side street and pulled in out of vision. In order to catch if the suspect went inside Barry was forced to get out of his car. He hadn’t been out his car for hours and his legs were glad to stand though the minute Barry had both feet on the ground his penis leaked as it urgently sought attention. Barry his around the corner and managed to get a quick snap on his mobile as the suspect went inside stepping from foot to foot quickly as he did so.
Barry wasn’t supposed to go into the job centre. Despite it being a public building he was meant to keep a professional distance from any suspect and data protection meant he had to rely on information from his contact inside as to what happened in the interview. But Barry urgently needed in to use the gents. He hoped his contact hadn’t started the interview as he quickly dialled their number, standing crossed legged against the side of the building trying to not piss himself. His contact answered quickly and Barry said who it was and said he was outside but seriously in need of a toilet and asked if there was any way he could somehow come in and use it without the suspect knowing. A plan was very quickly hatched and Barry fumbled his way inside and asked for Brain Wright and stated he was a Mr Grey with an appointment. It was all Barry could do to stay professional and still and he had to clench his muscles so tightly it hurt.
Passing his suspect seated right beside him Barry discussed straight ahead as his contact lead him through a door and into a corridor with toilets.
‘I owe you one mate. I am so bursting for this!’
Barry peed the most satisfying and relieving piss he could ever remember, his entire body finally able to relax from so much tension. He stood at the urinal and sighed at the sheer relief after holding for so long.
Whatever the suspect said in his interview Barry had never been so glad to be away from him long enough to piss. ‘Cammy’ might have plenty to hide he thought, but so had he. He had better get back to his car and dispose of those coffee cups before his wife found them. Maybe everyone had their secrets in life even if they weren’t as dishonest as his suspect was. |
August: the English teacher
Ann had came into teaching late. She’s left high school and taken a year out to see the world before starting university and gaining a first class honours degree in English literature. But then things became rather unstuck as she struggled to fine employment that reflected her skill set and education. Frustrated and deflated, she found herself taking jobs that were far from ideal but which at least enabled her to move out from her parents home and in with her boyfriend, later to become her husband. Life, it seemed, was fast becoming a case of accepting second best because try as she might Ann just couldn’t get any job related to her degree. She felt devalued, underpaid and stressed, until one day a friend suggested she try teaching.
Ann was petite, with shoulder length blond hair and a very young look. With no children of her own, despite trying, and no knowledge of education other than her own memories of her own school years, she wasn’t at all sure if teaching was for her. Still something drew her to the idea nonetheless and she applied for a years course to become a teacher. Just weeks into the course and Ann’s life began changing. Studying, learning and meeting like minded others boosted her self esteem, her energy and her love of life. Suddenly she had a new spark about her despite her recent marriage already showing signs of strain. She knew immediately that teaching was for her and sailed through the year with top grades, loving all three of her placements.
Ann went on to do a probationary year as a newly qualified English teacher in a nearby secondary school and felt at home right away. Yes some of the older children were much taller than her, some of the younger children tested her patience, and many of the students clearly had no intention of taking English any further than they had to, but overall inspiring a new generation, keeping one step ahead of the pupils and getting to use her degree daily excited Ann like nothing else ever had. The only thing troubling her was the lack of a permanent job after her probation year.
As summer approached Ann attended several interviews at her local council and she was finally put on a list of teachers available for positions in the local authority. However, June came and went and still no offer of permanent work so Ann reluctantly put her name on the list of available supply teachers who could be called to stand in for any teacher in the area.
Summer was spent trying to keep her fledgling marriage alive and preparing for classes in the hope she would have some to teach come August. The day before teachers were due back Ann’s mobile phone rang. It was the local authority offering her a supply post at a school three towns away. It would mean commuting by car for 40 minutes each way but Ann accepted right away, keen to show enthusiasm and delighted to be working again. After accepting she was told that the first two days were inter-town teaching training days and she would be expected at the school she already knew where every teacher in the area would be having training before term began.
Ann loved the training days and she met up with other staff from her new school, received her lanyard with entry ID for the building and introduced herself to her colleagues in the English department. On Wednesday morning she was up, showered, had breakfast and out the door on her way to work before 7:45am. Dressed in a smart pattered black dress which zipped up the back, black nylon tights and high heels she was determined not to be mistaken for any of the pupils despite her petite size. Ann arrived in plenty of time despite rush hour traffic and she was taken to the staff room where she made herself a tea and gathered her thoughts. The English department was on the upper floor so by 8:40 Ann made her way to her new temporary classroom and aquatinted herself with where everything was. By the time she’d found where white board markers, books, jotters, pens and pencils were the bell rang and a group of year 8 students noisily came through her door.
Registration went well, as did first period, and second, and Ann felt relieved and excited to be back in the classroom. Break left just enough time to find the staff room again and make herself another cup of tea before heading back to her classroom with it ready for third period and a class of nervous seventh graders. Surprisingly that lesson went well too and Ann was on a high, though by the end of that lesson she felt a desire to find the toilets, though as she had no idea where they were she had little choice but to wait. Fourth period saw a harder group of cocky ninth graders eager to just finish school and leave but with two years left to go. They were hormonal, noisy and boisterous leaving Ann little to no time to think about her bladder at all.
As the bell went for lunch and the class left Ann tidied up and was about to make her way to the staff room and look for bathrooms when one of her colleagues knocked her door and walked in. Graham was an older man, well dressed and friendly. Ann felt way too embarrassed to ask if he knew where the toilets were so she kept quiet as he told Ann that the dinner hall kept food aside for staff and invited her to follow him to the dinner hall where she could use her ID badge to access a free hot meal. Ann suddenly realised how hungry she was, thanked Graham, and followed him downstairs, looking around for toilets but not seeing any. Ann could smell the dining hall before she saw it and she could certainly hear it with over 1000 pupils all eating and talking in one room. Graham lead her to a side area where a dinner lady offered her the choice of a baked potato, a pasta dish, a selection of sandwiches or a hot filled roll. Ann opted for a bacon sandwich and a bottle of water, her breakfast suddenly feeling like it was days ago. Within minutes she had a paper bag with her roll in and she was handed a bottle of water and Graham lead her up a flight of stairs into the staff room. Still Ann hadn’t yet seen a ladies but she determined to eat her roll and then perhaps ask someone.
The staff room was busy and once Ann found a seat she found herself in the midst of a conversation with others within minutes as she ate her roll and drank most of her bottle of water, the salty bacon making her thirsty. The coffee table in front of her had plate after plate of cakes and Ann was encouraged to help herself so she took a lemon topped cupcake which she loved. As the conversation kept going, sitting on a Low’s padded seat Ann found herself crossing her legs and wondering how she could get herself up without disturbing anyone. The row of seats had no arms and were just low cushioned seats in rows to allow as many staff to sit as possible. More than once thy had all been asked to ‘budge up a little’ to make room for another person and Ann felt people right on either side of her. Several times she wanted to ask where the toilets were before lunch ended but interrupting the flow of conversation seemed too embarrassing and Ann figured she would surely pass a toilet on her way back to the English department.
Ann could feel her bladder against her dress as she subconsciously placed her hands over it and rubbed. With her legs crossed she circled her foot to try and help hold. When that stopped working she bounced her knee a little. When that ceased having the desired effect she crossed her kegs over the other way. She hoped the room would start to thin out as staff made their way back to classrooms but neither person beside her moved at all until the bell rang for lessons and Ann found herself rushing back to her classroom before the next class arrived, feeling rather annoyed that she still hadn’t managed to get to a toilet.
By the time Ann got back to her classroom another group of year 7’s were nervously waiting, including with them a man in his early twenties who was there to sign for a deaf student. This was the first day of term, Ann was on,y at the school on supply to cover for a sick member of staff and now she was faced having to teach a class of children who were on their first ever afternoon at high school while bursting for the toilet! There was no way Ann could show her need and make herself a laughing stock let alone embarrass herself in front of the classroom support assistant! Ann let the class in and settled them welcoming them to the English department and making sure w eyeing was seated and settled. Fighting against a strong urge Ann had a sudden idea as she asked the class to think of their favourite novel and she would see if any were familiar with some of the ones they might be studying. While the children sat in pairs and quietly named to each other novels they had read Ann slipped into the walk in cupboard off the room, quickly lifting one leg behind her, bending forward and then holding herself very briefly while she picked up a bunch of different novels and walked back into the class.
Splitting the class into groups of four, having half the class looking away from her facing their classmates Ann issued each child with a sheet of paper and gave each group a different novel. Using their paper they had to jot down the book title and author and then gather information from each other and the actual book to see what they already knew about that novel even if they had never read it. On the board Ann wrote some things to look at including cover pic, synopsis,chapter headings, other books the author has written, genre, and title. All the time Ann was plagued by her desperate need to pee but trying her utmost to remain professional.
Now with the pupils on task and looking away from her she moved around much more as she moved from group to group facilitating and encouraging participation from everyone. She leaned on desks and moved her legs, crossed her legs when possible, swayed from side to side and eventually sat behind the teachers desk, her small height making it easier to hide the fact she had one hand between her legs as she became more and more bursting for the loo. In order to get tighter to her underwear though Ann did something very risky, but so badly needed: she pulled her dress up slightly so she wasn’t sitting in the back of it and slid her hand under the front right against her nylon tights as she tried to look natural and in control while under the desk she was anything but.
Even sitting like that Ann was still struggling, all her fluids of the day pushing against her and putting extreme pressure on her muscles. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so desperate but still she had no idea where the bathrooms were.
Ann had to suddenly stop what she was doing as she could sense someone coming closer and closer to her desk. Towering above her as she sat behind the desk, her hands now well away from her crotch, stood the assistant for the deaf child. He was tall, handsome and friendly looking and Ann found herself blushing subconsciously.
‘Excuse me. So sorry to disturb your class. It’s just young Harris has signed that he would like to be excused to visit the bathroom. Would that be ok?’
There was something about the man’s eyes that felt like they could see right through Ann and suddenly she wondered if the assistant could actually tell she herself was close to peeing herself she was so desperate. Try as she might to hide it Ann was aware she was wriggling in her seat so much as slight dribbles escaped into her light pink knickers, through the gusset and onto her nylon tights. As if aware the man continued
‘It’s just that I think he’s rather desperate. He’s new and nervous and been rather fidgety a while. You know what it’s like I’m sure. So can he go?’
Ann nodded and watched as the assistant gave a brief thumbs up to the student who stood up and headed for the door.
‘Are you not going with him?’ Ann whispered.
‘Oh he doesn’t need me to watch him pee! I can help you while he’s away if there’s anything I can do?’
Ann knew he meant the class but as more wee dripped into her pants she couldn’t help but ask.
With her face bright red from embarrassment, her knees tightly crossed and bending forwards in her chair Ann whispered:
‘Would you mind watching the class for two minutes? It’s just....it’s just I need to go somewhere urgently but I’ll be right back? Please?’
‘Do you know where you are going?’
‘Actually that’s why I haven’t managed to go yet. It’s the...the...’
Ann was so fidgety, so embarrassed and so utterly desperate to urinate...but asking where the ladies were just seemed so...hard...
‘Take your first left and you’ll see it on your right’ the assistant winked at Ann and she nodded, quickly stood up, bend forward, and almost ran out the room as quickly as she could, a damp area visible on the back of her dress.
Ann could not recall ever having been so bursting or coming so close to a full accident in her life! She decided from that day forward to check where the staff toilets were every time she was called to a new school.
Her underwear was still wet and her dress damp for the rest of the day but Ann managed to hide it well thankfully. |
September: product demonstrator/salesman
Andy was delighted and overly boastful about his recent award of employee of the month. Andy loved making money and wanted nothing but the best. He was career focussed to the extreme and had every intention of becoming management within his five year plan. For now he was just ecstatic about being chosen to be the company ‘face and name’ at this years Ideal Home show in the centre of London and he was determined to prove he could exceed any target set. He was smooth talking, suave and charming. Young, handsome good humoured and exceedingly focussed with a depth of knowledge and commitment to his employer: he was the best choice, and he couldn’t disagree with that at all.
Andy thought highly of himself but his boss thought even highler of Andy. He had faith that if anyone could get money in at the biggest and most well attended event of the year it was Andy. If anyone could demonstrate the products to the best they could be it was Andy. If anyone could oversee the security of a large number of expensive machines, juggle payments, answer questions and still look as fresh as the moment he woke up it was Andy. The company believed and invested in him and Andy was determined to show he was up to it and so much more.
Andy dressed to impress with an expensive suit, silk tie in the company colours with their logo etched on, his hair neatly combed and clean shaven. He finished his coffee and croissant and got into his perfectly kept sports car. It was early on Friday morning but Andy had so much to set up and he wanted everything perfect. He also wanted a better stall pitch than he had been allocated and intended chatting up the organisers on arrival to see what could be done. Andy wanted all eyes on him and he was well aware that TV crews and press would be all over the event. The more exposure he could get the company the better for everyone. Andy parked easily and made his way through the stall holders entrance of the arena. It was a huge exhibition centre, the biggest of its kind in London and security was tight. As one of the first to arrive at just gone 6am Andy was through security and in the enormous arena before any other stall holders. That, he thought, had to give him advantage with the organisers and company and would give him a head start with set up.
With security tight the company, like every other company promoting at the event, had arranged for the products to be delivered in advance and Andy followed signs to find his stall was much more central than he first thought and two large TV companies had cameras set up nearby. Forklift trucks had delivered hundreds of products to each area and as requested Andy’s stall had a supply of electricity and a two large water dispensers behind the stall. The company had paid handsomely for the backdrop to be of their colour and logo and tall stands which were yet to be set up had been left nearby ready to be stood up and placed where Andy felt was best. Andy had brought with him cloths in the company colour to cover tables and there was a large box of reusable company mugs that were fully recyclable in a box with the prestige products. Alongside the upmarket range Andy knew there were some lower prices bottom of the range products too but he hoped to concentrate much more on the top range and he had every plan to leave with the boxes all empty.
Deciding not to negotiate a better stand after all Andy used his time better to set up the advertising banners, unpack a range of products and get them set up, and fill the soup maker with fresh high quality vegetables from a local farm which he had at his stall. The coffee machine, blender, toaster, toasty maker, smoothie machine, kettle and slushy machine took less time to get ready but the soup maker would need a little longer. Andy had a schedule all prepared of how often he would have to refill each product to ensure he always had tasters available and he hoped the smell alone would entice people his way and keep them there.
Andy never stopped as more and more demonstrators and press arrived onsite, the noise and smells getting stronger as it approached opening time, by which time Andy had a coffee machine brewing, the soup maker ready, the smoothie maker set up, the slushy machine turning away and freshly made bread sitting by the toaster ready. By ten o’clock opening Andy was full of adrenaline and eager for action.
As the first crowds entered Andy was ready giving out free samples and smiling and chatting to as many as he possibly could, all the time making sure to be seen drinking the company coffee or smoothies from a company mug whenever possible. It helped immensely that Andy genuinely loved the taste of the product and he had to admit his soup tasted bliss, and he was sure ready for a mug of it having had breakfast so early.
The place was buzzing and Andy beamed as cameras from huge TV channels moved past by his stall as famous presenters took mugs from him of warm coffee or cool slushes or smoothies. Initially it was about getting the name of the company out there and letting people taste for themselves but it wasn’t long before sales began organically happening and once started Andy kept steadily busy as coffee machines, slushy machines and smoothie makers changed hands from the company to happy customers making Andy beam with pride. By 11am Andy had consumed several mugs of coffee, a mug of soup and had tasters of several different smoothies. Adrenaline, focus on the task at hand and being continually busy meant he hadn’t even thought once about his steadily filling bladder or how he would actually get it a bathroom if he really needed to. He had been so single-mindedly focussed on setting up he hadn’t even thought to look for any toilets let alone use them. Time was too precious to waste on such trivialities.
By mid day as foot fall in the arena was at its peak Andy began to hear his bladder for the first time. A twinge here and there and thoughts passing through his mind of ‘I should go to the bathroom soon’ we’re continually overruled by his determination to see as many products and get the company name and his name ‘out there’. He counteracted his protruding thoughts by moving around which he had to do anyway to serve customers, keep the products restocked and keep the machines in action. Pouring drinks would push his need to the forefront for a moment but Andy would then distract himself by chatting to passers by and doing what he was there to do: promote and sell.
However as much as Andy tried to ignore his bladder it continued to fill and tease him and behind the cloth covered table Andy found himself having to tap a foot while chatting or bend a knee while filling the coffee machine yet again. With no-one to cover him and crowds everywhere he knew it was more than his life to even think about leaving so many expensive products for anyone to steal. He hadn’t friended any other stall holders who could watch his stall and he had no way if even calling his boss for a break since the company offices were 60 miles away. Whilst outwardly looking calm inwardly Andy was trying like crazy to find a way he could slip out to find a gents.
Unfortunately Andy was approached around 1pm by a rep from a week known telephone company who tasted one of the free samples and loved it. She caught Andy’s attention and Andy smiled seeing pound signs in his mind but also rather delighted at the opportunity to talk to a beautiful professional lady who looked like she held authority to some degree. Andy loved professional woman, especially those in skirt suits and nylon tights. Despite really needing the toilet he was t going to miss this opportunity in any way. Penelope wanted to taste everything but she also wanted to seriously buy...in bulk! She discussed discounts, transport, production and delivery times and Andy found he up with her for almost half an hour with his bladder constantly berating and disturbing his thoughts. For the first time all day Andy was looking nervous, moving around a lot and sweating. Penelope smiled and chatted him up and by the time she left Andy had signed a deal that his boss would be delighted at. His company would be the main supplier of kitchen goods to every office in the UK if the telephone company. It was the sort of deal Andy dreamed about and he knew his bonus would be tremendous next month.
As delighted as he was with himself (and even more delighted to have gotten Penelope’s mobile number!) he still had over fifty machines to sell and he really rather desperately needed a piss. The arena was still steadily full of visitors but Andy couldn’t focus like he could earlier as thoughts of finding a bathroom entered his head every few minutes. Fidgeting and moving wasn’t having the same holding effect any longer and Andy could feel his bladder very full against the waistband of his suit trousers.
As an older gent started chatting and asking about different options of smoothies Andy tried to stay still and professional but before the first minute was even up he had to slip a hand into his trouser pocket and stroke and squeeze to help hold off another powerful urge. Following what the potential customer was asking was becoming increasingly difficult and just as A day felt things couldn’t get worse a camera crew walked by focussed right on him and started filming. Andy could feel his face redden as he tried to tighten the grip on his member through his pocket and crossed his legs behind the table. For what felt like an absolute eternity both the gent and the filming continued on whilst Andy could feel his penis start twitching as he became more and more desperate. He leaned on the table for support and leaned slightly forward trying to act as casual as he could whilst his body tensed in every way possible to try and hold back the contents of his bladder. Whilst his mouth spoke of coffees and soups and smoothies his brain thought of toilets, urinals and huge long pees! Finally the cameras moved on and the gent bought a basic smoothie machine.
With crowds slowly dissipating now Andy looked longingly at the exit wondering if he could possibly take the risk of running out quickly to do an urgent piss. He longed for it with every ounce of his being and was almost constantly holding himself or rubbing or dancing around. Just at that point a tannoy announced that the ideal home show would be closing for the day in half an hour and for people to make any last purchases and make their way to the exit. Unfortunately Andy was close to the entrance and exit, well on the main thoroughfare anyway, so suddenly he found himself having a last minute rush of customer and every sale, every box he picked up and every final feee sample he gave out strained his bladder more than he ever thought possible.
Ten minutes later and who passed by but the beautiful Penelope who winked at Andy and smiled. Andy tried so hard not to stare or piss himself as he smiled back, one hand wedged in his pocket holding his penis for dear life. He was so close to letting go but he couldn’t possibly do that now. He had to hold however hard it was to do so.
What Andy forgot all about was tidying up and putting away! Even as the final customers slowly made their way to the exits Andy cursed quietly as another serious urge made his penis throb. His testicles ached, his bladder pulsates, his penis throbbed. He aches to pee so badly, more than he could ever recall experiencing before.
Suddenly Andy had an idea. It was very risky but continuing to hold was every bit as risky in his state too. He took two small free sample customer mugs and bend down behind the table he was standing at, almost crawling under the table whilst he undid his fly and put his throbbing half erect penis into the first mug as he almost screamed to be able to fully release. With huge concentration Andy slowly let out enough until the cup was full before placing it on the floor and filling the next one. Earlier on whilst working the feee sample mugs had felt so big but now using them to take the edge off his pain they seemed incredibly tiny. Filling the mugs took little pain away, if at all ams Andy swore it actually made things worse!
As someone with a fluorescent waistcoat passed by Andy shouted them over.
‘Hey mate. You couldn’t look after the goods here for one minute could you? I really need to run to the toilet.’
‘Ah sorry mate. I’ve been radioed to the foyer sorry. Is there no-one else about to help you?’
‘I can’t see anyone and honestly it’s an emergency. I’ve been absolutely bursting for hours. Seriously mate? I’m very near pissing myself here!’
‘Sorry mate!’
The short conversation was long enough for another spurt of warm liquid to spurt out of Andy’s tightly held member causing his boxers to dampen and Andy to run out the arena like a sprinter in the Olympics. Andy raced to the foyer scanning for toilets almost running into people as he did. Just then he heard a familiar voice.
‘Hi Andy. You ok?’
‘Oh Hi....hi...Penelope...’
Andy had both hands between his legs, bent forward and almost in tears.
‘Oh fuck! Toilets? I need toilets. So fucking urgently.’
‘Ah. Goodness of course Andy. You haven’t used them yet? Really? When did you get here? Oh my word you must be so incredibly desperate by now. All the coffee, smoothies...soup...I can imagine you must have wanted to really go for some time. You look so bursting. You really do. Oh yeah..,toilets. Just a minute while I think. I know where the ladies are...but if course you can’t use them. Gents....there must be some around here somewhere...Andy? You ok?’
Andy stood there clutching himself as another strong spurt burst out of his throbbing, now even harder willy. This time a wet circle could clearly be seen on his expensive suit trousers as Andy jumped about like a little toddler gripping himself and dancing even with crowds around him.
‘Andy, you ok?’
‘No! I’m fucking pissing myself! Toilets!! Where are they? I’ve been God damn bursting to go for three fucking hours...fuck! This is so embarrassing. I’m sorry! Oh God I can’t hold this any longer!’
With sympathetic eyes and a reassuring voice Penelope reached over and touched Andy as she whispered against the noise and bustle of the crowds; ‘then don’t.’
Electricity seemed to surge throw every hair on Andy’s body. The touch, her smile, those two words, his burning need to urinate. Andy grabbed and held Penelope’s hand as his body slowly relaxed and warm piss poured out down his legs, all around his crotch and forming a huge puddle on the floor. Andy had never felt so embarrassed, so electrified, so relieved...and so damn hard in all his life.
Andy had known it would be an eventful day but he hadn’t expected things to turn out quite the way they had. At least he had made thousands of pounds and his bonus alone would more than cover the cost of a new suit. Penelope didn’t let go of his hard right away either so Andy couldn’t help but wonder if he would remember the Ideal Hone show for more than business related affairs.
And oh the relief and ecstasy that finally pissing had brought Andy made him feel like a changed man in so many ways. |
October: Fancy Dress shop assistant
Hazel loved dressing up right from when she was a toddler: a dinosaur, a princess, a superhero or a nurse; she was never happier than when she was in fancy dress and pretending to be someone else. From re-enacting movies dressed as her favourite character to swanning around her bedroom like a queen, Hazel and dress up went together like fish and chips.
As the teenage years crept up on her Hazel invited herself (and got invited to) more parties than her parents could count, and for every occasion Hazel delighted in dressing as whoever she pleased, adding makeup and accessories as she grew and discovering sexier outfits as college and employment began.
Hazel tried traditional employment as best as she could. Tall, well endowed, slightly overweight, outgoing, but smart, she tried working as a secretary then in a call centre and even in a nursing home but nothing seemed to last as she resented the hours at work when she would rather be dressed up. So when an old school acquaintance contacted her to say their step dad was looking for someone to work in his fancy dress hire shop Hazel jumped at the chance. By now she was edging closer to thirty and excited about her big birthday with huge plans for a massive Cosplay party with everyone in character. It was an absolute blessing, Hazel thought, that her birthday fell a week after Halloween and everyone was keen to reuse their costumes.
With two weeks to her party and one week to Halloween Hazel visited the fancy dress hire shop in the retail park and introduced herself. Her enthusiasm and excitement got her the job instantly but there was one ‘catch’, (except to Hazel it wasn’t a catch more a perk really): leading up to Halloween Darren required all his staff to ‘get into the spirit’ by wearing one of the shop’s outfits. The staff could choose, of course, but it was all about the atmosphere and ambiance and it, of course, helped abundantly with the sales too.
Hazel didn’t want to leave and spent well over an hour searching through the vast array of costumes looking for something that caught her eye. The shop seemed to have everything from superhero’s to movie characters, to TV personalities to every service job like firefighter, nurse, maid, police officer etc to fairy story characters, book characters and then an entire range of Halloween costumes. It was in the latter section that Hazel settled on a sexy full body skeleton body suit made of Lycra that accentuated every curve of her body but also kept her discreet as it covered her whole legs, body and arms. Hazel tried it on but she had to ask a stranger in the next door dressing room to zip her up as the zip began at her lower back and ran up to the back of her neck.
Hazel looked at herself in the full length mirror and loved what she saw. Her long dark brown hair shone against the tight black suit with white skeleton glow in the dark pattern. She struggled to get out of the suit, having to step out the changing room and ask someone to unzip her, but to Hazel this didn’t seem an issue and she loved everything about the suit. She hung it back up and took it to the till to her new boss who approved greatly and put it aside for Hazel in the morning. It was almost closing time but the shop was still very busy and Darren requested Hazel start work for 8:30 but to come earlier to give her time to get ready.
The next morning Hazel was up, fed. showered and ready and at the shop for 8:10am. Darren was already inside and handed Hazel the outfit as he unlocked the changing rooms. He told her to shout if she needed anything and to bring her clothes to the front desk. Hazel shouted on him to zip her up and then she folded her jeans and shirt up into a bag and put it behind the till counter.
Darren offered her a drink and Hazel accepted a coffee while Darren showed her the different sizes of clothes they sold, the layout of the shop and how to measure someone if required. As well as fancy dress hire the shop also did kilt and suit hire hire for weddings and formal events and Hazel may need to measure customers if required. He promised to show her how to work the till as the day went on but initially he wanted her out helping customers, advising, and preventing shop lifting. Hazel had no issues with that and loved seeing herself as she passed the mirrors dotted around the shop. Her suit was snug but so comfortable and Hazel had never felt sexier. Darren, meanwhile, had dressed as a wizard and Hazel knew he would draw the attention of customers.
By 9:15 customers were arriving and Hazel had finished her mug of coffee. Eager to please she sat the empty mug by the till and went over to help the customers. The morning went in quickly with a lot of sales made, mostly cute outfits for children to trick or treat in but with a few adults treating themselves too. Hazel was eye catching and she saw a few customers browse the rail where her skeleton outfit was. By late morning though Hazel was finding the shop warm. Darren clearly was too as he offered Hazel a short break to get herself a cold drink, telling her to help herself to a can of juice from the staff fridge.
Sitting in the staff room at 11:30 Hazel realised while gulping her lemonade that she could do with a quick loo break. She was sure she had seen the toilets near the changing rooms so she put her can in the recycle bin and made her way there. She was right about the bathrooms being there and as she pushed open the door to the ladies her desire to pee increased greatly. It wasn’t until she closed and locked the cubicle thought that she realised she had a big problem: however she tried she just couldn’t get her outfit unzipped in order to use the toilet. With the toilet right in front of her Hazel rubbed her bladder and curtsied as her need to pee felt so strong. She tried reaching the zip from the top of her shoulders but couldn’t manage. She tried from behind but that didn’t work either. She tried catching it on the wall even, but that failed too. Knowing she needed to be back in the shop as soon as possible, she opened the cubicle to see if anyone was around to help her but the toilets were otherwise empty. She tentatively opened the main door of the bathroom and looked into the changing rooms but surprisingly they appeared empty too. Hazel looked longingly at Darren serving at the till and thought about interrupting him but she just couldn’t embarrass herself in from of a busy shop. She decided she’d just have to wait until the shop was quieter and then ask someone then. She gave herself a quick push with her hand between her legs (hidden by the door) and headed back out into the main shop where a customer asked for assistance finding an outfit before Hazel had time to think.
Being busy helped distract Hazel though she could feel the Lycra of her suit stretching as her bladder grew. She tried not to make it obvious she needed the toilet but as time went on she found herself crossing her legs, raising one leg behind the other and rubbing her bladder while advising customers. All the time Hazel would look over to see if the till area was quiet so she could ask Darren to help release her from her outfit so she could pee. The till was always busy though and by 11:55 Hazel was wondering what else she could do to help her get out of her outfit. Her need to pee was more constant now and distracting.
Hazel looked over at the till again after helping yet another parent search for a Woody outfit from Toy Story for her four year old and noticed that her old school friend, Patel, was serving and Darren wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Using the excuse of saying thank you for thinking about her for the job, Hazel walked to the till to see Patel, also hoping she might perhaps be willing to loosen the zip on her suit so she could quickly have a wee. Patel smiled and waved to Hazel as she drew closer but a constant stream of customers made conversation limited. Finally there was a short gap and Hazel noticed Patel wasn’t in fancy dress.
‘Darren’s just popped out to the bakers for some lunch. He took a pile of leaflets too so think he’s planning on giving those out before coming back. He said you are doing great! I’m just here to help until he comes back. Did he tell you about the Incy Wincy nursery across the road by the way?’
‘No he didn’t. Patel I was wondering if you could help me with something?’
‘Oh he should have mentioned the nursery! It’s where my son goes. Anyway the Head is coming over shortly. They are putting on a Halloween party for the kids next week and coming in to get nursery rhyme themed outfits for the staff. Obviously she’s not got long to hang around so I have a list of the staff sizes and wondered if you could fill a spare rail from the cupboard up with a selection of suitable stuff she could look at. You know like Little Bo Peep, Red Riding Hood, The Three bears, Incy Wincy spider of course...thanks! I’ll come over and help with whatever it was you wanted as soon as things calm down. Cheers!’
The till queue was forming quickly and Patel went on to serve customers as Hazel fetched a spare rail and started looking for nursery rhyme outfits while helping customers at the same time. Meanwhile her bladder filled more and more and Hazel found it harder to hide the fact she really needed a minute to use the toilet. She rocked slightly from foot to foot anxiously and crossed her legs when possible. She leaned forward as she looked for sizes to add to the rail and bit her lip. Her nipples were so hard and sensitive against the tight outfit, her bladder pushing and aching. Sweat drops formed on her forehead and the tingling between her legs felt like it was so extreme like someone was tickling her in her most private area with a feather! She really regretted drinking the can of lemonade so quickly earlier as another strong urge caused her to whimper a little and dance around. It was impossible to hide now and Hazel put two more outfits on the rail and headed back to the till to ask Patel if she could quickly run to the lavatory. It was more of an urgent need than a request as Hazel used the rail of clothes to hide behind as she momentarily put a hand between her leg to help herself hold.
The till was still constant and Hazel couldn’t really stand still as she waited to try and get Patel’s attention. As another urgent urge came Hazel left the rail of clothes and ran to the toilets running straight to a cubicle and locking it. Suddenly she remembered that she couldn’t get her Lycra all in one body suit off as a warm spurt of pee pushed out beyond her control wetting her pants. Hazel sat on the toilet fully dressed with one hand tightly between her legs. She was achingly desperate to pee, sitting exactly where she should be to get release yet unable to remove her sexy outfit in order to get the relief her whole body craved.
She stroked back and forth between her legs with her hand, loving the feeling it gave her through the skin tight material as her other hand moved to her tender breasts and played with her obviously hard erect nipples which could be felt so easily through the body suit. Hazel moaned as another wave of urgent desire to piss enveloped her entire body as she pressed harder and stroked faster on her hard clit and pounding urethra which could both be felt clearly thought the suit. Hazel was red and sweating both from the effort of holding her full bladder and the movements and feelings she was doing to herself. She wasn’t deliberately trying to masterbate but she so urgently needed to pee and clenching her legs and swinging them, combined with stroking her vaginal area and rocking was not only very pleasurable but it was definitely helping prevent her peeing herself through an expensive dress up outfit she adored.
Hazel continued her actions as she moaned quietly until she shook and realised she had climaxed quicker than she had ever done during sex with anyone! It was like a flick switched and immediately her intense desire to pee settled as if she had had release from that too,even though she hadn’t. She stood up, instinctively flushing the chain, washed her hands and went back to work.
Back in the shop Patel was laughing with a customer as they both looked at the rail of clothes Hazel had looked out and Hazel guessed it was the nursery manager Patel was with. She didn’t want Patel to see her red face, smell her sweat or hear her heart beating fast so she instead headed towards the door for some fresh air. Outside she could see Darren in the distance handing out leaflets and attracting a lot of attention in his wizard outfit. Hazel smiled loving the fact someone else seemed to share her love of dressing up.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a customer asking if they had an outfit in a certain size and Hazel went to ask Patel. On her way to the till she felt a strange and sudden sensation hit her. Instantly her urgent need to urine returned with a vengeance and Hazel bent forward with her legs crossed as a leak of warm pee slid out of her aching urethra and Hazel felt it run down her thighs. She HAD to get someone to unzip her outfit NOW or she knew she would wet herself any minute!
Patel was serving but Hazel couldn’t stop herself, interrupting with a cowboy outfit in one hand and her other tight between her legs as tears formed in her eyes.
‘Sorry Patel! A customer wants to know if we have this aged 8 at all....plus I really need to use the bathroom could you unzip my suit a bit please as I can’t get it off. Please. Sorry I interrupted it’s just I’ve been holding so long I’m gonna wet myself here!’
Hazel was well aware customers were staring at her. She knew she looked a sight dressed in a tight Lycra body suit with glow in the dark skeleton outline, holding herself and bend forward like a young child. But more dribbles were running down her leg making her shiver with every wet hair and she knew that any second her urethra would open fully and she would have a huge puddle to clean.
Patel was so embarrassed and annoyed to have interrupted a customer but she leaned over and pulled the zip on the back of Hazel’s fancy dress outfit enough that she could grab it from behind. Hazel ran with all her might back to the ladies, opening the cubicle and locking it for the third time in an hour! She twisted her hand behind her and frantically felt for the zip as she pulled it down to her waist as she squirmed and moaned and pleaded with herself to hurry up. She couldn’t remember ever having to pee so bad ever! With her whole body sweating the Lycra seemed to cling to her and pulling each arm out was proving harder than Hazel wanted. Finally both arms were out and Hazel shifted from side to side as she tried to wiggle the tight costume down over her swollen bladder and larger than should be thighs, finally managed to get it down enough she could see and feel her underwear. Her knickers smelt wet, they looked wet and they sure felt wet as Hazel lowered them enough to sit down on the toilet pan.
Even before she did so another long spurt blasted out of her and splashed loudly into the toilet she was straddled over.
‘Oh thank God I made it! Phew!’
Hazel sat there for what seemed like weeks while her bladder relaxed fully and emptied. She dabbed the inside of the body suit with toilet paper before wiping herself and pulling up her wet pants and pulling the skeleton body suit back on.
She washed her hands and zipped up as best she could before asking a stranger who had just come out the toilets if they would mind zipping her up again.
Hazel was never more embarrassed to return to the shop but thankfully she could hear Patel leaving as Darren came in, right past the tills and heading right towards her. He looked stressed and flustered and Hazel feared she was about to lose yet another job.
‘Hi Hazel, Patel had to rush away to get her son but I can’t do the tills for a minute. Could you just say I’ll be back in two minutes to the customers? If I don’t get to the gents in sixty seconds flat I’m gonna piss this fucking Wizard suit. Got to run. Thanks!’
And at that Hazel watched as her boss raced into the gents to pee. Hazel smiled realising she knew exactly how he felt and just glad she wasn’t the only one who almost peed herself at work that day! |
November: the Director
Edward had been looking forward to this day for a very long time. Years of talking, planning and building had come to an end and today was the big day: a huge recreational hub built to his design, and under his management, opening in his town, by him, and even named after him: ‘The Forrester Sports Hub’. As Director for Sports and Recreation of one of the biggest local authorities in the country Edward knew this huge, ambitious centre would make local and national news. He already had interviews lined up for major radio stations and TV studios. A twenty-five million pound project from taxpayers money always drew attention and Edward was braced and ready.
First he had to cut the ribbon amid a fanfare of crowds, photography and music and unveil a plaque with his name on followed by an entire day of events throughout the hub to showcase every aspect of it in all its glory. Everyone in the community was invited with schools taking part, youth clubs, sports clubs, and even senior citizens would be in the brand new swimming pool showing off aqua aerobics too.
Edward was excited and had his car (one of the three he owned) washed and prepared, a new suit made especially for the day and he had spent over £100 just getting his hair styled. Edward was used to looking good and gaining attention but today he intended to lap it up and savour every moment. He woke early in his six bedroom home, showered and had breakfast with his wife while his son texted to say he would watch him live from his office later in the day. He then drove the 20 minute ride into town and parked in his reserved space. He swiped in before 8am and was delighted to see his trusted secretary already in. Edward was more than familiar with the layout of the new hub having sat many hours with the architects and he had visited often during construction but several fractious calls had warned him that some things hadn’t gone quite to plan and there were a few unfinished places and therefore locked doors today to avoid the press seeing what was, as yet, incomplete. Megan handed Edward his usual coffee plus a paper outline of the building and a full schedule for the day. He had to be at the centre in an hour and a half but first he had an urgent briefing meeting and a few calls to make.
Edward checked his emails in his office before making two quick calls and then heading to the briefing meeting. There he was briefed by lawyers, the public relations team and senior officials as to what to say and what to avoid and between them a press release was drafted and emailed out. The meeting was just finalising when Megan knocked on the door to say he had to leave. With hand shakes and good luck messages and a whisper from Megan to text or call if he needed her, Edward was usher down the corridor and into his car and off to the days event.
Crowds had gathered already but despite the centre still closed to the public Edward was taken into a side entrance where he had a microphone fitted and light make up applied for the cameras. Then it was right back out to start proceedings by cutting the ribbon. The air was cold, typical for November in England, and Edward felt cold and a little uncomfortable. He put it down to the cold air but actually just as he was handing the scissors back he realised he was needing the bathroom a little and once in the building he would find them later. For now he gave his short public speak which was being recorded for local and national news and shook the hand of a young boy, Adam, who had physical disabilities and was finally able to participate in more sports thanks to the design of the new hub. Edward stood beside the wheelchair awkwardly while more photos were taken then pressed the button to open the doors while Adam self propelled himself in as the first person through the doors. From then on it was orchestrated as football teams entered and made their way to pitches, others made their way to pools and gyms and still others to netball and volleyball. Had Edward had the chance he would far rather have been signing in for the golf course build at the rear of the hub but he’d have plenty time for that on others days.
Edward was guided into a dance studio, set up for day as a champagne reception for VIP’s. Edward was handed a glass of champagne and delighted in mingling with old friends and colleagues. He was so distracted by the chat and atmosphere it wasn’t until he was lead towards the pools that he remembered his need to find a bathroom. Not wanting to make a scene Edward was happy to wait, at least for now. He was guided to a front row poolside seat and he took his suit jacked off as the heat from the water made him hot. The music was catchy and buoyant as Edward enjoyed watching a group of seniors citizens dance in the water to pop songs released well after most of them had started collecting their pensions. He tapped his foot to the beat thinking he would quickly find the gents when this event finished. He was about to get up when another song started and the Aqua Aerobics group continued. Another four songs later and the foot tapping was accompanied by a little crossing of his legs as the splashing and movement of the water wasn’t helping one bit. It was almost 11am and Edward had been awake around 5 hours and only used the bathroom once.
As the group began to wind up their routine Edward started to stand up. His intention was to head back to the main reception and follow signs to the gents but the newly appointed manager of the hub needed him somewhere else. There was a schedule to keep and no time at present for any bathroom trips, regardless how needed.
Edward was walked, happily, away from the pool, and outside to football pitches where a friendly charity match was being played to mark the opening of the community facility. Always a keen fan of the sport Edward cheered and clapped at tackles, kicks and dribbles from both teams. Even with the distraction of the game Edward could feel his body feeling cold, his stomach feeling hungry and his bladder feeling full. After some brief photographs Edward was once again ushered back inside right past some toilets and into a side room where cameras and reporters were about to have their chance to grill him before he had a break for lunch.
Edward read the press release prepared earlier that morning and did his best to avoid deliberately antagonist questions about spent on the centre and why both he and his extended family were all exempt from membership fees. Edward was uncomfortable, not just with the way questioning was headed but mostly by the fact he really really needed to find a bathroom. He shuffled in his seat, sweat on his brow and his feet swinging. Of course he knew his body language would be interpreted by the press as him feeling the pressure of questioning but only he knew it was pressure from his very full bladder instead.
Edward was never happier when a knock at the door signalled it was time for him to leave. His friend, and manager of the centre, asked how it went and Edward replied ‘as expected’ but added quietly ‘any chance I could nip to the Gents before lunch Harry?’ ‘Yeah sure, mate. The ones along here are open though some are locked as I said to you on the phone the other day. Don’t want the press seeing unfinished tiling do we?’
Edward held his muscles tightly as he walked beside his mate, eagerly anticipating the release he would get very soon. As they turned a corner though they were met with a class of local school children who were touring the facilities and making use of some training on offer. Edward was recognised by a couple of the children who asked for his autograph. Edward didn’t want to stop but once again a camera seemed to chase him and he felt obliged to support the children despite being bursting to pee. He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket and looked fir something to sign. Reaching into his pocket he found the map of the centre Megan had given him and without thinking folded it and signed it fir both children, tearing it in half so they each had one. Then with a brief thanks he almost ran after Harry in the hope he was taking him to the toilets.
Harry smiled with relief as he spotted a sign for toilets as he followed behind his friend. But he couldn’t quite get in as Harry paused right outside the door as two key players from the nearby premier league football team stopped to ask Harry about training on the large football fiends and how they had been so inspired by the hub so far they both wanted to train some local children. Harry was in his element listing the facilities the hub offered, the community opportunities and the difference this would make to the kids, all the time, assumedly unconsciously aware he was blocking access to the toilet from his friend. Edward didn’t want to seem rude as he stood crossed legged, but as the conversation continued Edward had to put one hand in his trouser pocket in order to squeeze his penis. Seeing the logo for the toilets, being so close and having wanted to go for so long, it was tantalisingly so close yet so far. Edward stepped from gout to foot trying not to show just how badly he wanted his friend to move.
Just then some close colleagues walked by and grabbed Edwards arm as they almost carried him along to a nearby tracing room set up as a huge buffet for VIP’s. Smelling and seeing the food reminded Edward how hungry he was so to distract himself from his bladder and to appease his hollow stomach he joined the line and helped himself to some food and a coffee. He moved and mingled and ate all the Tim was becoming more and more aware that he HAD to get back to the toilets as soon as possible.
When he couldn’t bare the pressure on his bladder and abdomen any longer Edward made his excuses and slipped back into the corridor to head to the bathroom. Just as he was a few steps from pushing the door open his mobile rang. Everyone in the office knew where he was, today of all days. His family had all been told too. Frustrated, desperate and annoyed Edward answered without checking the screen.
‘Hello?’
‘Mr Forrester. Are you ok?’
‘Oh Megan. Sorry. Listen can I call you back in five minutes. There’s something really urgent I need to do right now.’
‘Oh. Can it wait? You are nit going to like this. The press are crucifying you sir. They are calling for you to be sacked.’
‘Oh. God. Seriously? Megan I’ll call you back in a few minutes, I promise. It’s just...’
‘But sir are you ok to let this go? They are planning to run it live in just five minutes. You are going to be on the lunch time BBC news. Apparently you looked guilty and uncomfortable in your interview. What’s going on?
‘Megan, honestly. You really want to know? I’ve been damn well bursting for the loo for two hours and I’m right outside the gents blooming well holding myself because I’m gonna have an accident. I was desperate to piss in that interview ok! I’m not guilty of anything...except...oh fuck Megan. I need to go. I seriously NEED to piss so badly.’
‘Badly enough to lose your job sir?’
‘Look what can I do? So what if the manager I appointed was my best mate in school. So what if we went over budget. What else should tax payers money be used for? Sport should be a priority surely? Look I can’t talk about this right now. I’m leaking piss here! I’ve never bloody needed to piss more than I do right now. You want me to piss myself? Cos that’s what’s happening if you don’t stop going on! I need to go. Goodbye.’
‘One last thing sir. I’m quitting.’
Edward hung up the phone, one hand clutching his penis through his trouser pocket for dear life as he pushed the gents door open, ran up to the urinal and unzipped. As he fished his exhausted penis out and waited while his brain finally told him he could release he banged the tiles with his fist. God, this was meant to be the day he had looked forward to all his life. How could it all be going so wrong?
Edward wanted to swear in frustration. With his head resting on the tiles above the urinal and his eyes closed he hadn’t released his aim was out and his strong and long missed the urinal and poured all over his expensive shoes and socks.
What took years of planning all ruined by pee. Despite hours of holding and a now empty bladder Edward felt little relief in any way. For all he earned, for all his status, he felt vulnerable and stressed more than he ever had before.
Maybe some champagne would make it all a bit better. |
When we left off, most of the girls in Ms. Pissy’s class had just burst, and Ms. Pissy herself was just about to flood her panties as well. The girls watched helplessly as their friends and teacher were relieving themselves and they had to suffer 20 more minutes of this Pee Hell.
Amidst all this squirming and peeing, we focus on a girl with light orange hair, a red ribbon on one side, and her hair curly at the ends. She, like her fellow classmates, was struggling to keep her panties dry and was having on hell of a time doing so. Her name was Sara, and she was bouncing in her seat, trying not to look at the girls pissing themselves, the sound alone tempting her to spread her legs and do the same.
She looked to her side and saw her best friend, Fifi, jamming her hands into her between her tightly crossed legs, not an uncommon sight for any of them. She had long blue hair, a star shaped clip holding her bangs to the left, and large circular glasses, nearly falling off her beet red face as she desperately trembled in place. She wasn’t known for holding it the entire day, but not for wetting herself either, but for the fact that she finds ways to relieve herself other than through her panties.
Whether it be in the classroom plant, in a nearby trash bin, or just parting her panties and going full force right under her desk, she’s been known to keep her panties dry since her and Sara got to Ms. Tinklebottoms. Her focus was on making sure she doesn’t leak, eyes shut almost as tightly as her legs were crossed, and looking desperate and ready to burst any second.
She opened her eyes a little, seeing Sara stare at her and gave a soft smile. She knew Sara always makes it the entire day without leaking, so seeing her still holding it together gave her a bit of hope. Sara saw this and smiled back at her, arms shaking as she held her crotch oh so tightly.
“W-We can do this..!” Sara said with hope and desperation in her voice, holding out her hand to Fifi.
Fifi, in return, grabbed Saras hand, both smiling softly, before tightening both their grips and bending over slightly in their seats, their urge to pee hit them like a wave, both nearly following their classmates lead and almost drenching their seats.
While they tried desperately to hold it in, a blonde girl with hair flipped to the right named Cindy began to talk to the girl next to her. The girl, tanned skinned, eye shadow, and blonde hair to boot was named Sandra, and like Cindy, her legs were double crossed and bouncing quickly.
“Y-Ya think we’re gonna m-make it ta 3 pm, girl?” asked Cindy, desperation and a slight tremble in her voice.
“I-I dunno, girl, th-things are lookin’ bad fer them otha girls, a-an I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t gonna p-piss myself right now” replied Sandra, looking around at the girls who pissed themselves and wanting to do the same.
They then look to Ms. Pissy, seeing that she had her coffee cup under her and was ready to fill it to the brim.
“H-Hey! Cheater! Wh-what about that ‘Im ya teacher’ speech ya gave us?!” shouted Sandra, now putting a hand between her legs and looking pissed.
“I-I have my limits! A-And I cant ruin these p-panties, not today! M-My washer broke, a-and I have a date tonight!!” Ms. Pissy shouted back, desperately pressing her knees together and trying to convince her students to let her do this, but the girls looked to her with unfazed and underwhelmed eyes.
“W-We got limits too! I-If we all gotta sit here a-an wet ourselves, ya definitely doin’ tha same, teach!” shouted Cindy, leaning on her desk with both hands now planted between her legs.
The girls agreed with a joined “Yeah!”, now desperate to piss AND pissed off. Seeing how her desperate attempts of relief slipped through her fingers, she sighed deeply, placing the coffee cup back on her desk and resuming the position she was in. The girls too went back to their attempts of holding it, shaking and squirming in their seats as silence washed over the room, only the ticking of the clock and desperate moans of the girls filled the room.
While Sara and Fifi held hand desperately, and Cindy and Sandra were looking at each other, ready to give up and release the floodgates, the door opened. All the girls attention focused on the person walking in, before going back to crossing their legs harder in desperation. It was Janitor Leaks with her mop and bucket, making her rounds through each class to see which unfortunate girl drenched their panties.
She had a backwards baseball cap on, jean overalls barely holding together at the latches, and a shortsleeve shirt. Her hair was ash blonde, long and very curly at the ends, and half closed eyes with very dark eyebags, a grin on her face as she saw the puddles under most of the girls seats. With a chuckle, she walked over to the front of the class, carrying her mop and leaning on it as she spoke up towards the crowd of desperate highschoolers.
“So...” she spoke “Which one a ya’s gonna make it ta three I wonder, and more importantly...which one a yer messes will I gotta clean up afterwards~?”
Janitor Leaks makes her appearance. Will the girls, desperately on the verge of bursting, make it to 3 pm? Is Ms. Pissy going to have damp panties on her date tonight? How come Janitor Leaks doesn’t look desperate like the rest of them? Will Ms. Tinklebottom reveal herself soon? Will Ms. Pissy’s date like the fact her panties may be damp? Stay tuned~ |
As I messed up with the forums last time, I think this will be better.
Summary: Sayaka being desperate on a ride back to the Momobami's estate after an important night out.
The limousine proceeded steady and confident on the uneven road. The mountains outside of its tinted windows were giants shrouded in shadows. With their dark cloaks, they towered against the brightness of the few lucky stars which had managed to escape the loud screaming of the city lights. Aside from the road slithering around the cliff and a few tired lampposts, there was no sign of human presence.
The car was a beast: it devoured the asphalt and its scars, the headlights were as powerful as the spotlights of a theater and they cut the darkness before the gargantuan yet elegant bulk like yellowish blades. Its V8 Twin Turbo roared in the silence of the night. But inside, nothing was heard, aside from the few asperities of the road.
A pinch: Igarashi Sayaka found no better word for her situation.
Her hands were grasping each other on her crossed thights. In the dark, she couldn't see the knuckles growing white, but she could feel that the effort had made them numb. Underneath her elgant blue tailleur, she was sweating, a little. Not enough to ruin her make-up, but enough to cover her forehead with a thin patina. A few mintues earlier she had noticed she was gritting her teeth too hard, it was giving her a headache. Now she switched to biting the corner of her lip. Not enough to bleed, but enough to try and distract herself.
A pinch.
Maybe she could have found something more suitable, more poetic or assertive. Right now, she was too concentrated on trying to keep the content of her bladder in its place to care. The icing on the cake was, she couldn't even claim the relief- "God, the irony. "- of being alone.
Sitting across from each other, the President and the Vice-President were the worst possible audience for such a disgraceful show.
It was impossible to hide that something was off. In the first place because even if the Momobami's limousine- well, one of the limousines- was as big as one could dream of, they were still in sight of each other. And in the second place because Kirari had understood at once what was going.
"I can ask the chauffeur to go faster. ", she said. The old lights outside kissed her face for a moment: her blue eyes were fixated on Sayaka.
She was unreadable. And she looked absolutely stunning in her crimson italian suit.
"Those clothes cost more than the lives of six or seven of our poorest students. ", had though Sayaka, as soon as she had recovered from that beauty's sight.
She dismissed the memory as she replied: "No, thank you ma'am. I appreciate your concern, but I can't allow any of you to run any unnecessary risk on my behalf. These roads are in awful conditions and-… "
A sudden jolt made her forget the rest of her sentence: she whined as pangs of pain stabbed her lower abdomen.
She felt Kirari's eyes on her face. Her blood raced to her cheeks.
"I-… "
Kirari didn't take notice of her. Her hand rose to knock on the partitioning glass of the driving side. An apology was murmured from the speakers, but she didn't mind it. She said: "I don't need to tell you that it is your own foolish attitude that caused this situation. ".
It wasn't a question. "Yes. ", said Sayaka anyways. It was almost a whisper. She lowered her head and stared at the white knuckles she couldn't see.
Her cheeks were burning. And her bladder was spasming, she was so full she could swear she heard the liquid sloshing in her tummy with every curve of the road.
"Three-hundred and fifty milliliters. ", she thought. "A can of coke: that's the avarage capacity of the bladder in adult males. But I'm not a male, and I can't say I'm an adult. How much did I drink? It was only water. A glass must've been-… "
Another jolt. Her bladder warned her that this wasn't the best time to make this sort of calculations. Sayaka drew in a shaky breath and tried to distract herself. She couldn't look outside, not right now, at least. If she raised her eyes she would meet the President's gaze. She didn't have the heart to.
She couldn't even begin to imagine how disappointed she must've been.
And yet, she thought , tears burning at the corners of her eyes, the dinner had gone so well, even more than expected.
The formal party they had attendend that night had taken place in a private estate lost among the mountains. It took two hours to get there from the Academy. With the elicopter it would have taken much less, but the hosts were a peculiar couple: they were frightened by outsiders. The manor they chose to live in was as secluded and safe as a medieval monastery and the mounts which sourrounded it would have made it impossible for the elicopter to fly safely. Kirari had talked about buying a new, better one, but Sayaka had reminded her that there was no time to.
Aside from their fear of the world and the wealth they wished to protect from it, Sayaka knew nothing else of their hosts.
Which was the main reason why she hadn't found the courage to ask for the restroom. The two were so paranoid that they kept no waiters nor maids, so there was no one else she could ask.
And anyways, she had had more important matter to take care of: she stood by the Momobami twins, diligent and flawless, to take note of what one said while filling in the silences that were so frequent with the other. The weight of the teaser in her pocket had reminded her that she wasn't acting only as Secretary. Everything had gone well, anyways. She wouldn't have changed anything.
But she had drank every time she was offered a glass, and she had eaten more than usual. The added pressure was becoming more and more painful.
In order to relieve some of it, she uncrossed her legs and kept her thighs as far apart from each other as her good manners would allow. Then she started waiting for the next wave of pain and urgency.
The President's voice attracted her attention.
"I trust you won't do something so unnecessary again in the future. ", said Kirari. "But you did well tonight. Maybe too well, if you forgot to take care of yourself. "
Sayaka found the courage to raise her eyes: Kirari didn't look angry or disappointed. But she was hard to read, and Sayaka couldn't bring herself to accept the praise. Then the President said something else.
"Rest at ease: it won't take long before we get to the estate. "
It took a moment for Sayaka to elaborate.
"The… the estate? ", she repeated.
"Yes. ", said Kirari. "The Family's estate is closer than the Academy. Time is essential, as I can see, so I figured that changing our destination would be the best choice. "
"President, you didn't have to! ", said Sayaka. Deep down though, she couldn't help feeling a spark of joy in her chest. Maybe in her tummy too, but in that area there was so much going on that she couldn't be sure whether it was butterflies or the signal that she was about to burst.
"It's not a problem. Soon we will be home. "
"Home! The President is taking care of me! She wants to bring me home with her! ", thought Sayaka, and for a moment, the pain, the stress, the embarassment all seemed to disappear from her mind.
Then the car jolted again. Horrified, she felt her panties growing wet. The leak had been small, but she could feel its disgusting warmth on the drenched fabric. Her mind started racing: would the President and the Vice-President notice the smell? It was cold outside, could she find an excuse to open one of the windows? How long would it be before…
God, her face felt so warm. She passed one of her hands on her sweaty forhead.
She couldn't be sure, but she thought the Vice-President was looking at her. Her face was turned in her direction.
Sayaka tried to figure out what was going on behind the bottomless holes of the mask, but gave up soon.
Trying not to soak the elgant and expensive- and provided by the President herself- tailleur was taking all of her energies. She remembered that the limousine costed as much as a flat, and something more too, perhaps. But covering the costs of clothes and car would have been the least of her problems.
Wetting herself in front of the Momobami twins was unthinkable, unacceptable, she refused to consider it a possibility.
Rather than force them to witness such an ungly show, she would have asked to stop the car and…
"Pee on the side of the road. Like an old man or a toddler! ".
She didn't have many options after all: wetting herself and offend the dignity of the President and of the Vice-President, or asking to stop and lose all respect for herself.
At this point she was starting to think she wouldn't make it back. The need to relieve herself had assaulted her abdomen for so long, it was so painful and she was so painfully conscious of it that she was starting to lose all hope. Her legs were fidgetting and there was no stopping them.
The drenched fabric of her underwear was starting to bother her. At the same time it was such a lure…
"I have to hold it in at all costs! ", she thought, "If only I could add some pressure with my hand... I'd give three-quarters of the funds in my bank account, I swear! "
But there was no way she could. The Vice-President was back at staring outside but Kirari's eyes were glued to her like they had never been. Their glimmer in the darkness was haunting. With a mix of emotions, Sayaka felt their burning presence on her face.
It was quite uncomfortable.
"Should I ask her to stop…? Do I have the courage to…? "
She noticed it had been a while since she met the other's eyes.
Was that weird?
After all this time, she was more or less used to the President's quirks, the Vice-President would have known them better than her too, but she, Sayaka… Was she being too weird?
"First they notice I'm about to wet myself like a child, now I'm avoiding the President's beautiful face like a plague… what did I do to deserve this?! "
Her eyes filled with tears. The softest of whines escaped her lips.
"Sayaka. ", called Kirari. "We're almost there. Just hold on a little longer. "
"She's… comforting me… ? "
"…Yes ma'am. Thank you. ", murmured Sayaka as soon as the knot in her throat let her.
Kirari's blue lipstick glimmered as she smiled. Sayaka thought she saw her mouth moving. 'Silly girl', she thought she heard. But she must've been mistaken. Another wave of desperation hit her abdomen like an hammer: she clenched her knees and hoped with all her heart it would pass without damage. Her breath shook between her lips. She closed her eyes and waited.
It lasted for a few seconds. The struggle covered Sayaka's face in sweat. She had dug her nails in her palms with such strenght that she could feel the waning moons they engraved.
"That was bad… that was unbelievably bad. "
Her legs wouldn't stop bouncing. The Vice-President was back at staring at her and Sayaka's cheeks were becoming as red as the President's suit.
"This is embarassing… but between this and wetting myself… ! "
She was hoping she could find a way to push her hands between her thights. But with both of the twins watching her it would have been too gross, too rude. In order to feel a little less under pressure, Sayaka waited at least for the Vice-President to move her head away like before.
She waited in vain.
"What is up with both of them?! ", she thought disquieted, " The President is curious by nature, but Ririka? Why is she watching me like that?! "
Maybe she was grossed out. Maybe she wanted to see the exact moment in which Sayaka lost all control on her body, and the respect of the President with it. Or perhaps she was just curious, like her sister.
It was impossible to say what was going on behind the mask.
Sayaka took a sharp breath and clenched her muscles.
She didn't care.
As long as she had a chance to use the bathroom they could stare at her all night long.
The car stopped, and her bladder spasmed, at its limit. Sayaka exchanged a panicked look with the President.
"We're at the estate. ", said Kirari. "As soon as the gate opens it's only a matter of minutes. "
Sayaka thought she was smiling again.
"Oh President! ", she pleaded in her mind as the car went on. "I can't believe you're enjoying this-… this shit-show! "
It wasn't that bad. She was fidgetty and a little sweaty, sure, her panties were a little wet.
But the truth was, that Sayaka couldn't accept to show her umanity like that. Which, on one hand made sense: of the three, she had always considered herself as the weakest. On the other hand, though, she had always been the most 'normal' ; even in the eyes of the other students.
It felt natural that Ririka hid everything about herself behind her mask; Sayaka was almost susprised, at times, to see the President eating and drinking something else aside from the tea the Secretary prepared. They would never show a need like the one they were witnessing with so much attention.
Sayaka had no obligation to act like them, she didn't have to keep up a cool façade like they did. And even if she did feel somehow the need to, she knew she wouldn't have been able to.
She was only human.
But she couldn't wet herself in front of them, she wouldn't and she couldn't!
Everythingw was going to be okay, she wasn't going to disgrace herself in the eyes of the President. She kept repeating it to herself, over and over again.
The time that passed from the moment they left the gate seemed endless.
Sayaka bit her lips almost to the point of bleeding. By the time they reached the front of the estate, she was bent in two. She squirmed in her seat: it was over. Tears crowded in her eyes. The pain, the necessity, the embarassment, the frustration… If she didn't wet herself, she would have made a fool of herself by starting to cry like an idiot.
The President's voice interrupted her agitated thoughts.
"We're here. "
"Ah, y-yes ma'am… "
The gargantuan estate was before them. Sayaka shot it a mere glance before giving in: she grabbed her crotch. Her knees were trembling so much she could barely get out of the car.
Kirari and Ririka remained behind her. Whether it was because they wanted to be polite or because they wanted to look at her some more, Sayaka didn't know. The only moment the President was in front of her was when she told a maid to guide Sayaka to the closest bathroom.
Bathroom.
Sayaka's whole body seemed to react at the word, and this time for sure she would lose control. She scrunched up her face in a grimace: a spurt, two.
"The President is right here… I can't… I won't! "
Her willpower was the only thing preventing a disaster. She could feel thick, warm droplets sliding down her thights as she followed the maid.
"Close… I'm so close… ! "
She got in the bathroom, ignored its splendour and rushed for the toilet. There was only one problem…
"I… I can't walk! If I open my legs a little more… "
"Oh, please, please! ", she pleaded.
Her hands shook. She was just four steps away, three steps away…
Her bladder released itself.
"No! ", cried Sayaka.
In one last effort, she yanked up the skirt of her tailleur and pulled down her panties. She had the time to be horrified by the sight of the golden trickle escaping her labia, then she sat on the toilet.
Her relief was so great she started crying. She couldn't help herself, really: the pain was leaving with seven hours of liquids. It was making such a noise hitting the water that she started to fear someone could hear it. But she didn't care, she didn't care.
Her crying subsided. As she waited for her bladder to be done, she reviewed the damage: her skirt was dry, God bless, but her panties and pantyhose were soaked. Their smell and the wetness that ran all the way down to her knees were quite bothersome.
With the corner of her eye she also noticed the yellowish trail she had left on the floor. There was a carpet in front of the opulent sink. She could see she had left a dark spot on it.
"God, what a mess… but still, it could have been much worse. "
After what felt like an eternity, she was done. She cleaned herself up and flushed. Her face was sticky with the remainings of her make-up. She wondered whether she should remove her pantyhose. It would have been mortifing to know that the President knew why she had taken them off, but the fabric was too wet. With a pang of shame, she removed them and hid them in her pocket. The President had said she could keep the tailleur, so she didn't have to worry about someone finding them.
Her panties were something different.
"I should throw them away. They're gonna reek. But I can't go around with a skirt, no panties and no tights… ! "
She struggled with herself.
"If the President knew, what would she think about this? That I'm a pervert, no doubts. She wouldn't keep me at her side… "
But she couldn't keep her white panties on. They were soaked to the point of being see-through, and again, the smell would have been hard to hide. Her skin wouldn't have appreciated the contact with something so wet all the way back to the Academy. And talking about perverts, if the President kept Midari in the Council, at the end Sayaka was confident she could forgive her this one time.
With a sigh, she took her underwear off and put it with her tights.
"Now, let's clean up this mess. I'll pretend the carpet got wet while I washed my hands… ugh. But there's no choice. "
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Upon leaving the bathroom, Sayaka found the same maid waiting for her.
She was led throught the labirinthine hallways of the house, and this time she had all the time and the presence of mind to admire its old-fashioned architecture. The estate must have been as ancient as the President's family. And it had her same kind of misterious beauty.
The opulence was stunning, but without being excessive. She had expected to see some more of the President's eccentricity.
The twins were waiting for her in a lounge: Ririka and Kirari were sitting on two leather couches, across from each other. They had had the time to change themselves into two identical traditional kimono; both black and white, both as expensive-looking as they could be.
Ririka had taken off her mask and Sayaka had to make an effort to stop staring: the resemblance to the President was breath-taking. The only thing in which they differed was the hairstyle. Intrigued, Sayaka wondered whether she would have been able to recognise one from the other if there were no differences.
The President attracted her attention: she was smiling. On the bulky wooden coffee table before her, a tea set was waiting.
"You look better, now, Sayaka. ", she said.
"Yes, ma'am. I apologise for the detour and I am most grateful for allowing me to… u-use your restroom… "
"Now, now, Sayaka. ", said the President, "After all, you're always looking after me. If for once the tables have turned, I can only be glad. "
Sayaka felt her face growing warmer. Her chest was ablaze. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she murmured her thanks.
"Care to join us for a cup of tea before going to bed? "
"Ah, yes ma'am. It would be my pleasure. "
Remembering the disgraceful things she was keeping in her pocket, Sayaka stood as far as possible from her hosts.
"What's wrong? ", said Kirari. "I don't bite I promise. "
She chuckled. There was a sparkle in her blue eyes. Mirth, or maybe something else.
"Come. I won't allow a guest to stand like that. "
Fighting her concern, Sayaka got closer. She intended to serve the President like usual before sitting.
"Oh, leave that be. ", said Kirari. "You're a guest, I told you. Forget about being Secretary for once. Let me spoil you. "
In front of her smile, Sayaka felt like a dozen fires were burning in her. 'Let me spoil you', she had said.
Could she really allow herself to?
"President-… "
"There you go. "
The maid filled everyone's cup. Ririka didn't touch hers. Her expression was unreadable even without the mask. She followed uninterested what was going on around her, as if she wasn't really a part of it.
Sayaka sat by Kirari's side, keeping her knees clenched. She waited for the President to take a sip before doing the same.
"Mmh. ", said Kirari.
"W-What's wrong? "
"As I thought. "
"What do you mean, if I may ask? ", asked Sayaka confused.
"These tea leaves are supposed to be the same we keep at the Academy. Yet, they seem different to me. What do you think, Ririka? "
The Vice-President didn't change her expression. She took her cup, drank from it and put it back in the same manner.
"Mmh. ", was all she offered.
"Indeed. ", replied her sister.
Sayaka observed the exchange with curiosity. She knew that siblings- and especially twins- were said to have a special bound. She wondered if the two of them always communicated like that. At school they never exchanged more than a few gestures.
"What do you think, Sayaka? "
"Ah, well… " Sayaka took a sip and fell quiet. Then she said: "Well, as far as I know there's a number of reasons why the taste seems different, from the temperature to the brewing time. For example-… "
"That's odd. ", said Kirari. "Rather, I was starting to think it was because you weren't the one who made it. "
It took a moment for Sayaka to elaborate. Then she grew as red as a tomato.
"I- well, I-… "
The President laughed.
"I like the face you're making. "
Sayaka was so taken aback that all she could say was: "Right… right… "
Kirari was back at staring at her. She was undeniably amused, but her secretary didn't have it in her heart to resent her. Rather, Sayaka felt like she had never loved someone as much as she loved Kirari.
She was aglow. She was so glad that she feared it would show, so she hid her face in the cup and drank the tea- which was good, sure, but not as much as the one she herself made for the President.
"Well, then. ", said Kirari setting down her own cup. "I think it's time to say goodnight. It has been quite the long evening for all of us and tomorrow is a school day. "
As much as the thought of leaving saddened her, Sayaka could only agree.
"You'll find some night supplies, along with some fresh clothes, in the room that is being prepared for you. "
At first, Sayaka didn't think she was talking with her. When Ririka too glanced at her expecting a reply, she blinked.
"You mean… ", she said. Her heart was pounding like a bull in her ears. Could she really allow herself to sleep here, under the same roof of the President?
"I mean. ", said Kirari touching her bare knee. Sayaka flinched and held back a squeal. "That I'd like you to be my guest tonight. It's too late to go back to the Academy, after all. The detour was quite long, as I'm sure you know. "
Yes, Sayaka knew, and she was mortified to be reminded.
"B-But President, are you sure? "
Kirari's easy-going attitude lost some of its calm. She grew silent as her eyes stared into Sayaka's.
The Secretary fumbled with her words.
"I'm sure you don't want to offend our ospitality. ", interrupted her Kirari.
"No! Of course not… "
"Good. Then it's all settled. "
Kirari stood. The smile was back on her lips. Her hand left Sayaka's skin, leaving behind five burning, invisible traces.
Ririka followed her and the two of them lingered for a moment.
"Good night, my dear Sayaka. "
"Good… night. "
One last smile.
By the time they were gone, Sayaka's eyes were as bright as stars.
Notes: 4242 words. I don't know what's gotten into me. Hope you enjoyed. |
part 2
it was now three years after kacey had pee d beck d a bush at her mother's request but it had been something that kacey had not forgotten it turns out thathas enjoyed enjoyed peeing outside of a toilet though she couldn't explain why she just enjoyed it and today she would see someone else go through what she went through that day.
it was now lunch hour at a no e year old kacey's school and her friend Terry and her were outside waiting for it to be there turn to have lunch. out of no where Terry fell over and got dirt all over her hands and she suddenly was dragging kacey to the bathroom with her to wash her hands.
When the girls got inside the building the bathroom monitors told them to sign in to use the bathroom as the school had just introduced a policy saying u could only go to the toilet once per break and once per lunch which was a stupid rule that everyone hated but the school wouldn't get rid of it. funny enough it wasn't thelittleids who suffered due to this rule since they went to lunch year by year it was the people who would pee right when they got put go and have lunch and then they would have to see again.
When the girls went to the bathroom kacey decided to pee while they were there as she wouldn't get to go again anyway but Terry just washed her hands and left kacey spoke up before they left and said "Terry shouldn't u go to the toilet before we leave we wont get back in anyway " she just said she didn't have to go and then walked back outside and by then it was her years turn to go have lunch.
after lunch the girls went back outside to play with the rest of their friends. lunch today was nice as the students are given more water and juice since it was so hot outside and the school food was actually quite nice.
When the girls were outside Terry was digging around bit more than usual and she had to stop more when the girls were running around eventually she just sat down on the bench where kacey sat with her knowing what was wrong.
kacey said to her "you'd better go to the toilet " Terry nodded and ran off. she came back soon not looking any better she sat back down and told kacey they wouldn't let her in cause she's already been in even after she told them she was bursting. once she said this she dug her hands in her skirt as a strong wave of desperation hit her and kacey looked panic not wanting her friend to wet herself she then thoughts to when she had to pee in a bush when she was six. she turned to Terry and said "Terry have you ever pee d outside " she responded with "yeah on a camping trip Why"
she paused realising what she wanted her to do "I'm not doing that here I'll get in trouble" kacey then said "I'll make sure no one sees you" she then pointed out a place where she could pee and no one would see it was an area round the back of the school where no one went but they weren't forbidden to go but no one went back there anyway. reluctantly Terry agreed and the two ran back there making sure no one saw them.
When they got there kacey asked her if she remembered what to do and she said yes and told her to keep watch she poked her head round the corner to make sure no one followed them and gave her the all clear she was told not to watch but couldn't help but watch her friend hike her skirt up and lower her panties just to make sure she was doing it right but turned away when she started to squat to the ground she heard a sigh from Terry and then heard a small stream exit her pee hole and splatter onto the concrete as she made sure no one was coming over as Terry continued to release her trapped uri e onto the ground it took at least 45 seconds for her stream to end which was way longer than usual even when she was desperate. once she was done she asked kacey if she wanted to go cause she didn't need and she would go during class oh if she only knew how hard it would be.
back in class about an hour later the water she had drank all day was starting to get to her and she was starting to shift around in her seat but she wanted to wait till the end of the day before peeing as she normally did. during this her friend noticed her dilemma and said "ask the teacher if you can pee" as much as she hated peeing during class she decided she should as while she was listening to Terry she dribbled a bit in her pants. she raised her hand and asked her teacher if she could pee and to her surprise she was allowed to go. she ran out of the classroom and when she wasoutshe dug her hands in her crotch and ran to the nearest toilet only to see it was out of order and she knew there was no way she would make it to the other girls toilet on the otherside of the school so out of desperation she saw a nearby plant that was shallow and would not owerflow if she pee d in it so she quickly stood over it raised her skirt and moved her underwear to the side and pee'd all over the plant with a sigh of relief as she stared at the ceiling whilst she was watering the plant with her piss which went on for 1 minute before stopping luckily no one saw her and she quickly made her way back to class |
part 4
kacey is now a 15 yr old and she still enjoys her habit of peeing away from the toilet in fact she does it more reguarly as she would often drink large glasses of water in her room only to hold it in for as long as she could and then eventually release her pee into several 500ml bottles. but they were still times when she did out of desperation like this time.
kacey was sat in her class with a distressed look on her face normally she would be fine in this class as she found it easy but her problem here was about academic. the problem was that she was bursting for a piss as she didn't have the time to go before she left the house and she had had her usual cups of coffee before leaving and during and it was only the first lesson after break meaning she wouldn't be allowed to go until the next period as her school di not allow bathroom breaks in the first lessons after break and lunch and she had been shifting around in her seat trying to hold back the flow and it was becoming increasingly difficult. while kacey was trying to focus on working the bell with the surprise nearly causing her to leak. luckily she was able to stop herself and even better her next class was pe which was separated from the rest of the school so she would be able to run over there without dealing with any queues in the toilet.
she was able to get a head of everyone else on the way to the pe department and once she was in she headed straight for the toilet when she saw them at the end of the hall she nearly cried tears of joy until she saw the sign on the door "out of order" kacey nearly cried as that was the only toilet for students in the department she was about to head for the changing room when she saw her classmate Molly running down the corridor with her legs pressed together she got to the toilet a look of shock appeared on her face "shit it's locked " she cried as she jammed her hands in her crotch and bent over kacey with empathy as she too was bursting she figured Molly couldn't hold a lot of pee as she was a petite girl and the look on her face suggested she couldn't hold on that much longer kacey looked at her and said "it's alright we'll both make it" Molly looked at her with hope as both girls shuffled along to their changing room. When they got their only went away from from everyone else to get changed this was unusual as she did not often do this kacey followed her to the back and when she saw her Molly was reluctant to remove her skirt but when kacey asked why she reluctantly answered "I kinda leaked in my pants a little" kacey promised not to tell anyone and the two then got changed for pe in fact whilst changing kacey actually lost a small spurt of pee in her panties as both girls saw a small wet patch appear on her pants.
When both girls got changed they headed out to the soccer field as that is where they did rounders which they were doing today while they were walking over there with there class Molly dropped back behind everyone and duh both hands in her crotch whilst doubled over. kacey walked over to her and asked what was wrong "kacey I can't hold it anymore " she cried after she said this kacey felt her own bladder spasm which in turn caused her to double over in desperation. both girls were panicked as they knew they weren't going to make it long before peeing themselves kacey thinking fast saw a group of trees in the distance out of sight of everyone else kacey told Molly to follow her as both girls ran over there with one hand in their crotches.
When the girls got their Molly realised what kacey wanted her to do and she didn't like the sound of it "kacey I can't pee here we'll get in trouble kacey replied with "they won't find us and it looks like it's pee here or pee in you're pants and I'm letting you go first Molly continued to debate but another bladder spasm and leakage changed her mind as she ordered kacey to stand guard and she agreed but told her to hurry whilst throwing her some on hand tissues to wipe with. kacey disappeared out of the bushes and Molly slowly leaned her back against a tree to assist in her squat before lowering her leggings and underwear revealing her slightly damp pink panties. When she got into the position she found it hard to let go as she rarely did this. while she was trying to release her trapped urine she heard kacey shout to her "are you done yet I've got gallons to empty aswell" before she could reply a strong clear stream erupted from her urethra and splattered onto the dirt forming a puddle as she sighed in relief kacey could hear the sound of her peeing and it was not helping her own need as she was digging her hands in her crotch and doing an intense potty dance in an effort to not wet herself before she finished. back behind the bushes Molly's stream of pee was still going strong as she herself was wondering when it would end. eventually her stream cut off and she then immediately started quickly wiping as she didn't want to keep kacey waiting when she got out the Bush kacey nearly knocked her over when she rushed in luckily since she did it so often she was able to quickly removed her leggings and panties and got into a squat. When she did a stream even stronger than Molly's flew out of her and could be heard clearly by Molly on the outside along with kacey's puffing and panting with the addition of kacey's pee Molly's puddle was growing even bigger and nearly made it out of the Bush area luckily the girls weren't caught and they were able to make it back to class with no one noticing
the end
feed back would be nice |
The shuttle slowed to a hover, folded in its wings, extended four short telescopic legs and gently sank down on the firm sand of the foreshore, rather like a broody hen settling on to her nest of eggs.
The midships door opened and Perdita hurriedly stepped down, placed her hands on her hips beneath her raised tunic, spread her legs wide and peed copiously on to the sand between her feet.
"You're the very first human being to set foot on Avalon" Sebastian said with a grin as he followed her out of the shuttle. "History will record that the first thing you did was pee on it!"
"History will record no such thing, not if you know what's good for you" Perdita retorted, still peeing. "It's all very well for you, you don't have to drown a pint of Ariel's special brew before a flight. You're already bomb-proof against space sickness after spending half your life floating upside-down."
Sebastian started to protest that there was more to training as a cosmonaut than floating upside down but Perdita resumed her normal stance, pulled her tunic off over her head and threw it in through the shuttle door. "And I bet I can also be the first one to swim in the sea!" she shouted over her shoulder, setting off at a run.
Sebastian hastily stripped off his own tunic and chased Perdita into the shallows where she had paused to let him catch up, her long, lustrous black hair blowing in the warm sea breeze and wavelets lapping around her feet. Her slim, athletic body was naked apart from the vibrant lime green bikini briefs that perfectly offset her flawless coffee-coloured skin. They also clearly displayed the fact that she had just wet herself.
Looking at her, Sebastian felt himself growing hard. He took her in his arms and kissed her whilst attempting to pull down her briefs but she firmly removed his hands and rearranged herself. "Enough of that, we're here to check this out as a suitable location for our space elevator ground station, remember?"
"We could check it out after we've....." Sebastian started to say.
"Had a swim" Perdita replied firmly. She ran further into the sea and dived into an oncoming wave. Sebastian stood, hands on hips, peeing through his briefs, then plunged through the waves to where Perdita had emerged, glistening like an otter, droplets of water clinging to her perfectly shaped breasts.
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Using observations from the orbiting spaceship and from fly-pasts with the shuttle, the team had identified this coastal site on Avalon's equator as potentially the best location for the space elevator that would connect them to the ship and enable them to bring down to the surface of the planet all of the heavy equipment that was waiting in crates in the ship's holds. The tidal effects of Avalon's two small moons would give Perdita and Sebastian several hours before the next high tide to explore and to make an initial confirmation of the team's analysis.
"We'd better put on those protective overalls and shoes before we take a look above the high tide line" said Perdita as they walked back to the shuttle after their swim. "Cordelia said she doesn't know yet whether any of the plants on Avalon might be thorny or poisonous. Better safe than sorry."
As soon as they had pulled on the one-piece overalls with their sturdy boots they realised how uncomfortable working in them would be. Sebastian took a long drink of water from a bottle and handed another bottle to Perdita. "Drink up" he said "We' better make sure we stay well hydrated."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea" Perdita replied doubtfully. "Ariel's special brew is already making me pee an awful lot."
"All the more reason to replace the liquid you're losing" Sebastian pointed out. "We'd better take some more water with us.
Sebastian picked up the heavy bag of tools and instruments they had packed and they trudged up the beach, already feeling hot and clammy in their protective clothing. When they reached the sand dunes above the high tide line they paused for a long drink from their water bottles, then plodded on towards the vegetation that was encroaching on to the beach from the silent jungle beyond.
They were only able to penetrate a short distance before the undergrowth became too dense for them to go any further. There was no cooling sea breeze beyond the dunes and the steamy heat of the jungle seemed almost suffocating. "I don't fancy the idea of trying to clear a site in this lot" Sebastian observed. "Until the space elevator is set up we'd only have the tools and equipment we could carry in the shuttle."
"We might be able to build closer to the sea if there is a firm rock base for anchoring the space elevator somewhere under the sand dunes" said Perdita, pulling some gadgets out of the bag. "Unfortunately for us, Orlando said that to get the best results we need to do these tests as far away from the sea as possible."
It took some time to set up the equipment as they had been instructed but they were finally ready. "Apparently it takes about five minutes for this stuff to map the underlying geology" said Perdita, switching it on.
She was not surprised that she was already feeling the need for a pee but tried to put it out of her mind. They had work to do and, as Cordelia had warned them about the possibility of poisonous plants, it would obviously be unwise to strip off her protective overalls for a pee until they were back on the beach, away from any vegetation. She would just have to wait.
Working at the edge of the jungle, the heat and humidity were intense. Sebastian took another long drink from his water bottle and gestured for Perdita to do the same. Beginning to feel rather dizzy, she drank deeply.
The machine gave a bleep to indicate that it had completed its readings. They picked up the equipment, carried it along the boundary line of vegetation and set it up again some distance away.
They repeated the tests several times in different locations and were once again waiting for the machine to carry out its analysis when Sebastian noticed that Perdita had become very quiet.
"Are you OK?" he asked, looking at her in concern. Perdita nodded but said nothing. Dark vertical streaks were appearing on the legs of her overalls, spreading and merging into a huge area of glistening wetness from her crotch to her boots.
She gave him a rueful smile. "I needed a pee" she said. "But now I don't."
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If Perdita had been uncomfortable before, it was nothing to the final hour, with the clammy wet fabric clinging to her legs and chafing with every move. As soon as they were back on the beach Sebastian helped her to take off her pee-soaked overalls and once again she stood before him wearing nothing but her lime-green briefs with a triangle of wetness between the legs.
Perdita helped Sebastian out of his own overalls and they walked down to the shuttle where Sebastian threw them in through the open door and set down the equipment bag. They both took another long swig from their water bottles. "Time for another swim!" announced Perdita. "I think I'd better freshen up!"
The tide was already advancing up the beach so they were soon splashing into the shallows, Perdita scooping up water and rinsing the sweat from her face. She paused, ankle-deep in the sea, whilst fresh streams of pee ran down her legs. Then they plunged onward into the cool waves, Perdita squealing as each fresh, cool wave slapped into her.
"We'd better not be too long before we get back to the shuttle" called Sebastian. "The tide is coming in quite fast now."
Perdita took his hand and led him back to the beach. She turned and gave him a long, sensuous kiss. "There is one more thing we could be the first to do on Avalon" she murmured. "Do you think we've got time?" |
Hey whatup out there. Today I've read a Rainbow Six Siege lemon fanfic with Eliza "Ash" Cohen and Monika "IQ" Weiss as main characters. As I read this fiction I imagined: what would it look like if you add omorashi content? So I did an experiment and rewrote the story as an omorashi fanfic. I only rewrote it partly though, maybe I will continue, maybe not. It's essential if you like it or not. Sorry if there are grammatical and spelling mistakes because my english is not the best.
Note: the original story was written by "I'm honestly awful" on fanfiction.org.
Original story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105769/1/Eliza-and-Monika
A black night, darker then usual, stars above, moon high. Eliza sat in her room, contemplating what to do. She could sleep, dick around on her computer, or jerk off. She figured she could masturbate while using her computer, for greater effect. Because hey, porn is great. She pulled up the search engine, and pondered for a moment. What's the poison tonight? Female peeing. Not a crowd favorite, and her personal choice. Women are sexy, especially when they're peeing, and Eliza's never questioned that. She's never been interested in men, they've never had what she'd been looking for. She pounded the keys, entering in specifics, toilet peeing, wild peeing, peeing pants and so on. Instinct kicked in, and the mouse flashed over to images, where heaven awaited. Beautiful women peeing on toilets, in the forest, having accidents in panties or pants, or lesbian pee play, all for her to see. As soon as her left hand made its way under loose black fabric of her shirt and right into her sweatpants and panties, a slow creak became known to her trained ears, she looked back, and whoever this perpetrator was, hadn't rounded the corner yet. Left hand shot to the mouse and opened a new window, and the right ejected itself from her undies, and onto the nearby armrest.
The lights flicked on, and before her stood a cutie from the squad. IQ, or Monika Weiss, very shy, very sweet, very tight pants. "M-Monika, what's up?" Asked Eliza, nervous about the sudden intrusion. Monika looked at Ash with tired, yet attentive eyes, "I've been up since 12 trying to find a way to make this work." Ash took a closer look at the blonde genius, she was clad in black panties, and a loose grey tank top, cleavage of her small breasts apparent and she imagined how she would pee in those panties. "Make what work?" Ash asked, with the other party being vague. "Well, I'll be close to you in an operation, and you'll fire your launcher, the pressure change cracked the screen of the Mk. III, and I'm trying to develop a Mk. IV that won't crack, but I understand pressurized air physics as good as a toddler. Can you help me a bit?" Monika replied, sullen with having to ask another for help. "Sure, I'm a self proclaimed master of Blast-o-Physics. Come and take a seat, I'll show you some charts I made for my launcher." She replied, before scooting another computer close to her own, behind the desk.
IQ sat, Eliza paid special attention to sound of Monika's nice ass plop down on her chair and sensed some kind of fidgeting from her but shrugged it off. After navigating her files, she got to her charts, and gave Monika a pen and paper. After 2 hours, every file had been examined, every concept understood. It was now 3, Monika was exhausted, leaning onto the desk, her small tits pushed on it, with a nipple poking out from its prison. This didn't go unnoticed by Eliza, who noticed Monika had fallen asleep. Ash figured hey, I've never been one to shy away from opportunity.
She rubbed her index and middle fingers against her flat nipple, stroking it, watching it pert up. This excited Ash, so much so she went for a move she couldn't recover from. The same hand pulled down on the blonde's top, until small breasts popped out, jiggling as they did so. A left hand of Eliza's reached down in her own pants, massaging herself, while groping the soft pair of tits next to her, feeling every inch and massaging them. She grew bored with her breasts, and she marveled how the master electrician is still asleep. Her body wasn't, however and when Ash slid her hand into the black, lacy panties, she found a moist pussy, and began playing with it. After a few seconds of play though, she quickly came to a stop, as she felt a pressured stream on her hand and a loud hissing sound was audible. Because of that Eliza was pretty sure she isn't cumming but she was peeing directly on her hand! The very strong stream soaked Elizas hand, Monikas panties and the chair she was sitting on. A yellow puddle quickly formed beneath them on the ground and expanded. She heard Monika moan softly while peeing.
She quickly understood what was happening and blushed, before staggering up. The blonde woke slowly from her sleep with a long, soft and relieved moan. “E-Eliza, I-I'm sorry I couldn't hold it any longer. I drank much water during the work on my Spectre, and were so deep into it, that I just simply pushed away my toilet break.” she said while blushing. Monika didn't knew it but Eliza was in heaven right now. “It's no problem I will not tell anybody about that.” said Eliza. “Alright, thank you for being so understandable because it isn't natural to treat someone like this after something like... that.” Eliza smiled to this but it faded away after a second because a bladder pang attacked her crotch. She bent over and moaned to this, the moan a mix of pain and arousal. As she lifted herself up she saw Monika looking at her with look of surprise but also arousal.
Eliza confused that at this point. Does Monika also have the same fetish as her? Shortly after her thought Monika spoke up. “I want to ask you something. Does... does peeing also turn you on?” “Y-yes, it does.” Eliza answered. Monika then asked: “You seem to have a full bladder too. Would you mind peeing your pants too?” She smiled widely while asking that. “For sure.” Eliza answered with an erotic smile of lust. After her short answer, Eliza willingly relaxed her muscles and let her river flow. It started with a slow trickle but soon there was a clearly audible hissing. Eliza closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as all the pressure that built faded away but gasped as she felt a hand on her crotch. It was simply a short surprise gasp, as her worries quickly faded away when she saw Monika holding her hand on Elizas crotch, playing with her clit while she pees. Her strong stream soaked her panties, sweatpants and Monikas hands thoroughly, as her pee ran down in lines on her pants, down on the ground, forming a huge yellow puddle beneath Monikas. After she finished, Monika couldn't say anything but an amazed: “Wow...” “Oh yeah, wow....” Eliza replied not less amazed.
So hope you guys enjoyed this and have a nice day. Peace ✌️
Edited July 29, 2019 by R6_Player00
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When we left off, the professional looking Ms. Tinklebottom was on the verge of pissing herself, desperation and embarrassment plastered on her face. Her hands were crammed between her double crossed legs, and her teeth clenched as she arched her back in her chair, feeling a trickle of pee wanting to escape her grasp.
Before she could speak, she saw an empty coffee cup shown to her on a silver platter, presented to her by none other than her trusty female butler, Wettingsworth. Long, flat lavender hair tied in the back and covering one of her grey colored eyes, a buttoned up shirt under a vest, and well tailored/pressed pants.
“Would you like to relive yourself in this, madam?” She asked, doing a crossed legs potty dance, bouncing slightly with a rather calm, stoic face on.
Tinklebottom looked to her, unable to remove her hands from her crotch, and cleared her throat, going back to a semi-serious look on her face. “N-No thank you, W-Wettings, I-I am fine” she says while trembling slightly in her seat.
Wettingsworth nods, placing the coffee mug on the table and putting the platter over her crotch, continuing her potty dance quite faster, still looking calm and collective as before.
‘C-Come now! You’re a Tinklebottom!’ She thought ‘We’ve been known to hold it for days on end! You were chosen by Mother to train these girls to hold it for the 8 hours flat! Thats the only way they can focus solely on studying! Thats the entire reason of this Academy!’
She looks to the Calendar on her wall, seeing its Sunday. Monday is when the girls actually attend classes and do their work. She had to make sure at least 80% of the girls can hold it the entire day, thus her Academy qualifies for Finals, Senior Year crawling up on them slowly. They practiced holding it everytime a test rolled around, but this time was different.
The Tinklebottoms have always seen going to the bathroom as distraction from knowledge and education, thus making an Academy dedicated to holding it. She saw the X’s on the calendar, 7 spaces left until Finals, and knew her and her girls could handle this.
She then looked to the side, seeing Wettingsworth bending over slightly, nervousness hidden under the calm, collective face she had on as her legs trembled. Tinklebottom sighed slightly, speaking up to her.
“M-Maybe I shouldn’t have had Staff f-follow the “N-No toilets” rule, hmm? I-I shouldn’t m-make you suffer like these girls...a-and me.”
Wettingsworth looked up to her, still shaking slightly, and shook her head.
“N-No, its fine mam, I-I wanted to do this with you. I-Ive been around since we were young, a-and I know how you were quite the easy wetter. I-I dont want your image to be t-tainted, mam, s-so I sha’ll stay by your side and s-suffer alongside you.” replied Wettingsworth.
Tinklebottom smiled, closing her eyes and remembering a time back in the days of their youth as she brought up the past.
Some many years ago
A toddler Tinklebottom was crying her eyes out, rubbing them as a puddle grew under her new sundress. It was in the family playground on their slide, and no one was around with her, but she continued to sob and soil herself loudly. As she sniffled, taking deep breaths, she saw a toddler Wettingsworth walking up to her, holding something behind her back.
Tinklebottom didnt know why she was there just yet, her being a new butler just recently, and she felt a little scared. She scooted over a little, until Wettingsworth held out a new sundress and a fresh pair of undies in her hands, presenting them to Tinklebottom.
She gasped, pleasantly surprised to say the least at this kind gesture, but then quite confused, seeing Wettingsworth look like she was focusing hard, shutting her eyes tightly. Toddler Tinklebottom then saw a dark stain spread through her crotch, going down her leg as she stared back at Tinklebottom. She then gave a gentle smile “Now your not alone, mam”
Tinklebottom was on the verge of crying again, this time nor from wetting herself, but from the new friend she gained that day. She gave her a big hug, Wettingsworth slowly returning it as they both began to giggled, learning something from this shared experience. They had one another to lean on.
Back to the Present
Tinklebottom looked to Wettingsworth once more, seeing not just a butler given to her at youth, but a friend that cares for her deeply, and her the same. She smiled, though looking like shes struggling to keep her legs still, and cleared her throat.
“Wettingsworth...No, Avery. Th-Thank you for doing this with me, my friend”
Wettingsworth was visibly shocked, Tinklebottom never calling her by first name in forever. She was, however, quite happy with this, smiling at her.
“Th-thank you...Claire” They both giggled, before clenching their crotches harder, their bladders feeling as if pins and needles were in them. Just as they felt that their bladder would get the best of them, the bells chimed throughout the school, echoing through the halls and classrooms.
The girls eyes widened, not believing their ears as relief was about to unfold at the ending chime of the bell. The classrooms, gymnasium, offices, everyone went silent as the last bell chimed, all being still for a moment.
Tinklebottom quickly fumbled with the speaker, before pressing it and practically shouting “A-Attention all girls of Tinklebottom Academy. I-It is now 3 pm...y-you may now go to the restrooms!”
Its 3 pm, and those who stayed (relatively) dry can now pee to their hearts content! But only if they can make it to the bathroom in time. Who will make it to the toilet before bursting? Will Sara and the others stay dry this time? Will Tinkle and Wettings retain their Professional Images? Will Leaks have one hell of a cleaning day ahead of her? Stay tuned~ |
Chapter 1 - The Bracelets
It started with a weird exchange as I left the store.
"You seem like a kind fellow!" He said, stopping me as I was about to step into the parking lot.
"Thank you?" I reply, trying to step around him.
"Do you wear bracelets?" He asks
"No, I do-" I hear the grocery bag in my hand crinkle, and look down, then quickly to his hands. There's nothing that he's holding, and everything still appears to be in there.
"Well, have a nice day." He walks away, seeming to have accomplished something, though I wasn't sure what.
I didn't work it out until I had arrived home, and started putting my grocery bags away. I discovered 3 clear bags of bracelets that I hadn't bought. They were all labeled "Pee Bracelets - Set of 8." I flipped one bag around to look at the back, and their was a list of each color.
"Red - Long Distance. Put it on and see how far your stream will go! Orange - Height. When wearing this one, be careful not to get rained on! Yellow - Infinite. You'll never run out of pee while wearing this one, great for pairing with the others! Green - Absorbable. Pee on fabric, and not only soak it, but fill it like a water balloon! Blue - Fast. If you want to pee more than you already are, use this to get more out in less time! Purple - Silent. Cut out those loud hissing and splashing noises to be more discrete about what your doing. Pink - Resistant. Ever wanted to wet yourself without ruining the pants your wearing? Now the pee won't be absorbed by your pants (or anything else)! Black - Reversal. Pee on anything that has fallen victim to your powers and return it to normal. Just pee into the already soaked item or into the pool of pee, and all of it will be undone!"
Confused, but curious, I took a pack of them out into my backyard, put on the red one, and dropped my pants. I started to pee, and to my amazement, it flew across my yard, hitting the fence that was at least 25 feet away from me. I removed the bracelet, and the moment it wasn't around my arm any more, the pee quickly returned to normally hitting the ground in front of me.
I decided to go in color order, so I located the orange one and put it on. Immediately my pee started to almost defy gravity, going almost straight up in a huge arch that didn't land to far in front of me, but went higher than my house, or any building on the block for that matter.
Then, to my slight dismay, I had emptied my bladder. Luckily, the next in line way the yellow one that promised to make sure I never ran out. I put it on, and immediately my peeing returned. I waited for a couple minutes, and it never stopped, so I kept it on as I found the green one, and put it on.
Nothing seemed to happen, so I re-read the bag, and realized I needed to be wearing some type of fabric, or at least be peeing on it. So I pulled up my underwear, whilst still peeing, and watched. My underwear immediately started to act as a diaper, and swelled as it held all the pee. It dripped in some places, but held 99% of the pee I was releasing. I eventually had to remove the underwear completely as the massive amounts of liquid were weighing me down.
One I had them off, whilst still wearing the yellow and green bracelets, I continued peeing on the underwear now laying in the grass in front of me, and discovered that the pee was still going into the underwear, causing it to expand further. Eventually I remove the green one, leaving the overfilled underwear laying on the ground in front of me.
I put on the blue ones on, and the stream of pee suddenly increases in size quite a bit, clearly causing me to pee more than I normally would at once, and it quickly makes puddles in a few places that spread out quicker than the ground can absorb it. I remove the blue ones as the pee seeps into the ground.
I put on purple next, and suddenly everything that goes quiet. There's no "pee hiss," no splashing, no dripping. It just silently lands in the lawn. There's not much else to say about this one.
I switch to the pink one, and it starts to run across the ground, this time it doesn't seem to seep into the ground. As I read the explanation of the pink one again, I pull my pants back up. I feel the pee run down my legs, and out the bottom of the pants. But it's completely dry as the pee continues to pool on the ground around me,
I put on the final black one, and pee onto the ground. The pooling from the pink one immediately disappears. I pee on the balloon-like boxers, and the immediately dry off and return to their normal size.
I finally remove all the bracelets as I pull a folded paper from the bag. I unfold it and read:
"Bracelet Combos: The Parabola - Red and Orange: Pee over buildings with this one to make sure the evidence is as far from you as possible. The Basin - Blue, Yellow, and Pink: Instantly fill up anything with this combination, maybe if you want to go for a swim. The Marker - Red and Green: Pee far into the distance, and see if you can hit someone. You'll be able to tell when their torso or legs expand The Cancellation - Pink and Green: Wearing both at the same time will cause you to pee and soak things normally, and nothing will be different, even if you have other bracelets on. Same goes for wearing the black one with any of the other ones. The Pitstop - Blue and Purple: You'll be in and out of the bathroom in an instant, and you'll be so silent nobody will even notice you were there. The Growth - Yellow, Green, and Blue: Blow up your crotch like a balloon in seconds with this combo. Try and get your dick more upwards for a more normal belly look if you can get it to hit your shirt instead.
And the most popular among testers: The Balloon - Orange, Yellow, Green, and Blue: This one is extremely complicated to do, but equally entertaining when pulled off. You'll want a pair of underwear (as it grows into a round shape), and somewhere outside to lie down. The challenge becomes trying to throw the underwear in the air, and then aiming at them with pee. This creates a situation where the underwear are slowly rising into the air (due to the force of the blue bracelet's power) while expanding, both like qualities of a balloon. Be careful that you have the black one nearby because when that underwear gets big, the force of the stream won't be able to keep in in the air, and the underwear will start falling fast."
Out of interest, I decide to try the last one. I lay down in the grass, and put on the orange, yellow, green, and blue bracelets, making sure the bag of them is within arms reach. I remove my pants again, and grab my underwear. I throw them into the air, and try to pee on them. I fail many times, and the stream lands on my shirt many times, causing it to fill my shirt.
Eventually, I hit the pair, and it starts to rise into the air, amazingly enough. It also starts to quickly grow. In fact, it grows so fast it's bigger than I am within the first ten seconds, most likely due to the blue/green combination. Soon it's getting pretty huge for the backyard, and starts to get to heavy for the stream.
It starts falling, and I quickly stand and run out of the way, still peeing straight up, and fishing through the bag for the black one. I quickly put it on, and as the underwear hits the ground, now a huge sphere, I pee on it, and it snaps back to a normal shape and size as it dries off. I put the bracelets away in the bag and seal it again.
I set it down on the table, and not a minute later is there a knock at the door. I quickly pull on my now-dry pants, and answer the door. It's Logan and Nathan, brothers who are good friends of mine.
Logan is a short, skinny, blond guy with pale skin and brown eyes. He tends to be very talkative and interested in everything. Nothing truly bothers him that much, and tends to enjoy himself no matter what he's doing.
Nathan is very tall and wide. He has tan skin and night-black hair. His eyes are also brown, and his clothes are very tight on his large frame. I'm pretty sure he and Logan share a wardrobe because Logan's clothes always looks to be 3 sizes to big and so long that the ends of his limbs are never visible. Nathan doesn't talk nearly as much, but often asks questions about everything until he gets an answer or gives up. He's willing to try anything, but will quickly drop anything he doesn't want to do.
"Hey Cam! You ready for our trip?" Logan asks.
"Oh shoot! That's today?" I answer.
"Yea... are you packed?" He presses.
"I mean, I am, but I'm just surprised." I say, and head to get my suitcase. As I grab it, I glance at the three bags of bracelets on the table next to me. I quickly grab them on a moment's instinct and decide to take them with me. I shove them in a pocket on the case, zip it up, and head for the door.
"Let's go!" Logan says, as they lead me to Logan's car. We climb in, and we head off.
The trip is to drive around the Canadian providence we live in, Alberta, and see the sights. We has many plans, but nothing was really set in stone. And I knew I was gonna end up derailing them with these bracelets, though not immediately. Our only basis is that we're doing it as a camping trip of some kind, so we all have foldable tents, and we're planning to spend a lot of time outside.
Pretty soon, we're already getting off at an exit to use the bathroom at an gas station. However, out of temptation, I try to make an excuse to get us to go outside in a field instead.
"Come on, why use a gas station bathroom? We're on a camping trip! We should go pee outside, eh?" I offer, and surprisingly Nathan agrees pretty quickly, to my surprise. Logan also agrees after a bit of consideration because he can never turn anything down from his constant curiosity. I've never felt more glad of how comfortable the three of us are around each other.
We drive onto a dirt road, and after a while we come to a clearing where we can pull the car onto the side of the road. Logan steers us from the road, and we all get out and walk away from the road. Before I get out, a quickly grab a random bracelet, finding that I grab the yellow one. I slide it on, and immediately need to pee even more. I quickly drop my pants and start to pee, and so do the other guys.
Soon, the other two have finished peeing, but due to the bracelet's magic, I haven't, and won't until the bracelet is off.
"Woah, you really needed the bathroom, didn't you?" Logan jokes while the two of them wait for me to finish.
"Yea, I did." I reply, smirking a bit knowing that it won't stop. We stand around for a couple minutes in silence before Nathan peeps up for the first time in the whole trip.
"How could someone possibly pee this long?" He says as he walks over to check if I'm still going. "What the heck?"
"I really needed to go, I hadn't gone all day." I try to excuse myself.
"You've made that obvious, eh?" He says.
"I guess so." I play it cool, but it only keeps the hewt off me for so much longer. At this point I'm just trying to see how long I can go before they try to stop me, or just take me back to the car whilst I pee.
"Hey, Cam? You still going over here?" Logan walks over.
"Yea. I hadn't peed for at least 24 hours, so I've really had to go."
"I don't feel like that excuses a 10 minute long pee, though." He says, and he grabs my arm, and starts pulling me to the car. "I care about getting to a campsite more than wether you pee in my car, honestly. So we're going back to the car wether you're still peeing or not." Logan's careless nature takes him over
"Uhhh... okay." I say, casually and secretly removing my bracelet from my wrist and putting it my pocket, stopping the stream. I pull up my pants, and we climb back in the car.
"Wait, you finished?" Logan inquires.
"I guess so, and just in time." I say as I climb back in the car. "Let's go, because I feel like I'll be needing to use the bathroom again later."
"I don't remember you needing the bathroom this much..." Logan says.
"Me neither." Nathan says.
"My bladder's gotten weaker then, eh?" I say.
We drive until we arrive at the campsite, and then find an area far from any other campers, per my request. As we park, I pull out the green bracelet, sliding it on with the yellow one, while taking the bag with me. I quickly get out, leaving my pants behind in the car, so I'm just in boxers.
We start to set up our tents, and while I'm behind mine and out of sight of the other guys, I start to pee again. My underwear immediately becomes soaked, and starts to expand.
"What's that hissing noise? Are you already peeing again, Cam?" He walks over as I continue peeing and setting up my tent. He walks around the side and jumps back at the sight of the growing underwear.
"What's wrong, dude?" I ask, casually.
"Are you, like, wearing a diaper?" He says, waving Nathan over.
"No, why?" I ask.
"Why are your boxers soaked and filling with pee?" He asks, as Nathan arrives, not reacting in the slightest.
"I don't understand why that's a problem." I lie.
"I mean, it's not a problem, it's just... unusual. Boxers don't normally stretch like that, and people don't normally pee as much as you are right now." He says.
"Well, maybe I'm not normal." I lean over, pretending to continue setting up, but I actually put on the blue bracelet from the bag on the ground next to me. The underwear immediately starts to grow a lot faster.
"How are you peeing so much? Did it just get faster?" Logan backs up. My crotch is now bigger than the tent I'm setting up, and is approaching double the tent's size.
"I'm just using the bathroom, Logan. Go finish securing the tents before the wind picks up or something." I say, getting up. "I've finished my tent already, so I'm gonna go over here to finish peeing since it bothers you so much."
I stroll a bit away from the tents, making sure I'm not to close to the sight of other campers. I have the bag in hand, though it's hidden from view by the bulging underwear. I continue to pee as the underwear weighs me down, forcing me to the ground.
Eventually, the underwear is now at least 10 times the size of me, my legs and most of my torso now hidden from view, as Nathan walks over.
"Hey, dude. Sorry about Logan, I've never seen him grumpy about anything like this before." He says, though I can barely hear him.
"It's okay, but you're kinda far away for me to hear you." I say, though I do nothing to allow him to approach.
Then, to my surprise, Nathan climbs onto the pee-filled fabric, and maneuvers closer to me so we can talk. His pants are immediately dampened as he sits down on the underwear.
"Okay, look, I get that you know it's not normal. I can tell you're doing this to mess with us, more specifically Logan. I'd be willing to join you in messing with him if you're willing to tell me how you pull this stuff off?" Nathan asks.
"I'll tell you. But wait until tonight. It's less risky if Logan is asleep so he won't overhear." I say.
"So I'll be able to do these things, eh?" Nathan checks.
"Yea, you'll have the tools." I guarantee. I suddenly remember that the underwear is still growing, but the bag is somewhere on it, out of my sight. "...but as a bit of an explanation, do you see a bag pf bracelets anywhere?"
"Yea, it's on the underwear over there." He points off into the distance
"Get it for me, will ya?" I beg.
"Will do." He gets up and walks across the expanding underwear. He returns with the bag in hand.
"Pass it here and then get of the underwear. Call out if you can once you get off." I explain, and he walks away after giving me the bag. I grab the black bracelet out, and wait for him to say something
"I'm off!" I hear him faintly say. I slide the black bracelet on and the underwear returns to being the right size, and I immediately stop peeing.
"Woah! How did you do that?" He asks.
"I'll explain later. Right now, go change your pants before Logan sees you soaked." I order.
"Well, before that, seeing as I'm already pretty wet." A hissing noise starts, and more of his pants become wet as pee runs down them. Once it stops, Nathan walks off like nothing happened. |
Okay, so. I was digging through old files this morning and found something that was... weird. It is pretty weird, and if bizarre, spy shenanigans with nanomachines (SON!) aren't your thing, you might give this a pass. It's also relatively sexual on top of that, so... just be warned that there's weird shit ahead if you continue.
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"Let's begin. Get the procedure started."
The command, delivered by a uniform figure who remained enveloped in shadow mostly due to the low light in the command room, was acknowledged with a series of nods and a reply was delivered by the tech in charge of that station. "Nanomachines active. Ready to control expansion, contraction and muscle twitch. Standing by." This was received with a curt nod, as the master display on the room's main screen showed an outline of a female figure, with certain areas broken down and zoomed in upon for closer inspection. On the master display, the size of the figure's bladder, which was given its own specific readout to the side, expanded over a period of thirty seconds to double its previous size, then slowly contracted to the size of a tennis ball, then resumed its original shape. "Testing successful." The uniformed figure nodded his approval, then turned to a different section, this one with an actual model replica of the bladder which had just been manipulated, without the knowledge of the bladder's actual owner.
"Fill by two hundred fifty milliliters. That's two-five-zero milliliters." The fill section acknowledged, and a specially crafted bottle of sterile water was fitted to an opening in the top of the model bladder, which was made of transparent plastic. Precisely two hundred and fifty milliliters was emptied, which settled in the plastic model and then waited. "Good. Singularity section, prepare for transferral." Without comment the command was acknowledged by a nod, and a console set next to the fill section was operated on, the model seeming to hum gently and vibrate for a minute... when the vibration finished, the inside of the model bladder was as dry as a bone, and on the master tactical display, the bladder's capacity increased by exactly that amount. Smirks and chuckles swept quietly through the team as the control section adjusted the size downward, so that suddenly that amount of liquid was a dire, pressing concern, before letting it spring back to its normal size. Other biological data had shown a sudden spike in heart rate and a strong response sent to the section of the brain controlling the need to urinate. The commander smiled, but spoke up over the buzz: "Enough with the fooling around." He hesitated a moment, then issued his command: "Let's send her to the pisser a few times."
Quiet chuckles greeted that command. The fill section queued up a liter of water, which was transferred, and the control section neatly fitted the bladder to hold just barely more than that amount... The response was, again, near instantaneous, but without the artificial relief granted before. Though they couldn't see what was actually happening, it wasn't hard to imagine their subject making a beeline for the toilet, pulling down her pants... and sure enough, the amount listed in the bladder drained rapidly until it was reading only trace amounts. "Give her five minutes, then put in one-point-five liters worth of soda." The fill section changed their container; knowing their subject's habits, they had at least five times as much soda as any other liquid on hand, although coffee was strongly represented, along with sports drink. The five minutes passed quickly, the men chatting quietly at their terminals, now that the initial stress was past and the orders given. It was a relief to see things working as they were intended to, which was always the source of most of the pre-mission tension... The commander looked over at the fill section when the time was up, and seeing that they had loaded the liquid in question, nodded for the transfer to begin.
"Commander, vibe section." A hand went up from one of the stations still idle. "Request permission to calibrate instruments." The commander thought it over. On the one hand, it was clearly a veiled attempt at asking to be allowed to tease her. On the other hand, it would be prudent to make sure all instruments were working for when they were needed... He nodded permission, and so when the master display showed one and a half liters nicely settling into the bladder, which had been expanded just enough to make room, the subject's responses blipped again as she presumably ran for the toilet. This time, however, the vibe section set in motion a command which resulted in the massage of her kegal muscles, which loosened them just enough for the team to see a squirt, no more than a few milliliters, escape the bladder, and a sudden pause in the frantic movement of the subject. The vibration, which had stopped, started again, this time massaging the ring of muscle responsible for holding closed the bladder, and another small amount escaped. The rapid motion - suggestive of running - started again, and more chuckles filled the room. When the bladder's contents began to drain, however, the control section enforced a semi-contraction upon the muscles, so that instead of voiding herself in one quick go, the subject's urine streamed out consistently over a period of thirty seconds.
"All right, that's enough testing." As amusing as it was to send the girl running for the toilet on a whim, the commander knew that to keep it up now would only invite later problems. "We're going to have to keep things under control when the mission starts for real, understood? As it currently stands the implementation is only partial, and we can't complete it if she calls things off and doesn't go." Heads nodded; that was something they understood and were willing to exercise restraint for. Breast section and labia section were offline, terminals dark, and thirst section had only a single monitor operating for monitoring conditions. "So I want fill section to add in one hundred milliliters of water and then we're going to leave it at that for awhile. No tricks, no nudges, no 'subtle' urges to visit the toilet. Are we understood?" There were more nods. "All right. Keep things monitored. I'm going to prepare to synch with Security, so I'll be back."
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Man, I must be really nervous... Jelex thought to herself. Just prior to the mission, she'd had to empty herself not once but twice, losing a little bit into panties that she had later changed out of the second time. But in the hour since then she'd felt fine, emptying one last time and then dressing in the all black, tight ninja suit she'd been issued for this mission... "The compound is a Japanese castle, basic structure and layout are identical to a classic castle, though of course they have modern conveniences in there, and the underground rooms are all state of the art. You'll have to figure out how to get into the basements from ground level; we figure all the sewer-ways and air ducts are either trapped or monitored, so you'll need to find a different way. The good news is," Jelex's premission briefing officer went on, "the old castle design is honeycombed with eaves and other narrow places to crawl that don't often show up on blueprints because it's just how the design is. Jelex nodded, sitting in the back seat of a helicopter that was even now whipping over the ground at low altitude, moving fast to avoid detection; it would slow only briefly to give Jelex time to drop out and make her way towards the compound. "The wall ought not to be a problem; it's there mostly for show."
He consulted another sheet of paper and cleared his throat, drinking from a canteen. "With your advanced capabilities from the suit, your agility and strength will be increased, senses heightened, and the suit will automatically adjust to hide you in shadows as best it can, as well as dampening noise. The only issue is that it doesn't take well to getting wet - small amounts of water can be absorbed without a problem, but if it gets too wet, you'll suffer a degradation in suit capability. So remember that. If they know, or suspect it, they may try to corner you with water traps." Jelex nodded, bored and unwilling to listen to an explanation she had heard three times now. "In any case, good luck. We'll be making the drop shortly..."
The helicopter flared out suddenly, and settled lower. The ground was just twenty feet below, and quick as a flash Jelex had rolled out the side of the clamshell door and, buffeted by the backwash of the rotor blades, curled up into a ball so she could roll when she hit the ground, spreading the shock of impact around. The helicopter rose into the night and sped away once she had gotten free, and then she was alone, in a clearing about fifty yards distant from the castle that rose majestically into the sky, lit by the quarter moon. No moon would have been preferable, but that would have meant a month's wait, and that was not possible. The nanomachine technology experiments had to be captured or destroyed before then; intelligence indicated they were frightfully close to completion, and no one was quite sure what they could do with it.
Jelex moved forward. As promised, she simply proceeded over the ground, moving with the wind and shuffling quietly through the grass, and met the white stone wall which was not only low but provided a convenient handhold in its sloping pagoda roof. Leaping up, Jelex grabbed this and swung herself on top of it, then began to run in the direction of the gatehouse. There were two guards out front, but Jelex ignored them and slid down to the inner compound, crouching in a stand of bushes. No one there. Moving swiftly, she darted from cover to cover, staying clear of the lake and its carp, making her way up the stone terraced gardens to the main castle. This, too, was guarded, but skirting around the edge of it, Jelex found a hole in the castle wall, low to the ground, covered only by bamboo, which was easy enough to remove to make room to wiggle through, and then replace behind her. A low, dark passage stretched out in front of her, but it was as good a place to start as any.
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"She's inside," one of the techs reported. This close to the source of their operation, the nanomachines could be used to track her location, and so they hardly needed security cameras. The commander nodded, glancing at the master display, and then turned to the fill section.
"Let's make her a little less comfortable. Half a liter of coffee," he ordered.
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Man, I kinda gotta pee now... it's gonna be a bitch getting this suit off if I have to go, Jelex groused to herself. Rubbing her belly against the wooden floor had been kind of pleasant, in a way, because the wood was just rough enough to provide some friction while not being so rough as to hurt. But it had probably also gotten her body started on some processes she'd have rather kept under control. But no matter. Tightening her inner muscles, Jelex proceeded forward, pleased to see that the passage seemed to be heading downward... it had sloped downward the entire time, like a ramp, and when she came to another barred passage, it was easy enough to remove that one and sneak out, crouching in the bowl-shaped depression in one corner of the floor... A noise, slight but audible, caught Jelex's ear, and she didn't move at first, trying to identify it... it was coming from where she had just been...
Rain, she realized a minute later. The passage she had just taken was now covered in water flowing downward, filling the stone bowl she was standing in. It was fortunate she'd gotten out when she had, but it also meant that she couldn't leave that way... no matter. Standing slowly upright, Jelex looked at her surroundings... it seemed like an old-style prison, with a central walkway and four iron-barred cells to either side, which were empty at the current moment. The cells looked easy enough to defeat, and so were probably flavor; they wouldn't hold back a determined prisoner with even crude modern tools for very long. The hallway was empty, lit only by a lamp at the far end. Jelex proceeded that way, seeing the passage go on further.
Suddenly, in the middle of the hall, she turned, just in time to see a figure land right beside her and attack with two blunted rods. Tonfa... how odd. But Jelex didn't have much time to reflect on her foe's odd choice of weaponry; arching her back, she dodged the brunt of the blow, feeling the rod skim across the top of her stomach. Is it vibrating?? Jelex , bent low, tried to sweep her attacker's legs out from under her, and connected, forcing her to go to one knee and roll away, allowing them both a chance to stand and get into position. Jelex was unarmed, but that was all right with her. Her foe held only the tonfa that she could see... a red ribbon tied back dark brown hair into a long ponytail, and Jelex grinned. A tactical mistake. The ribbon was more easily seen than the rest of her foe, serving as a giveaway. Her foe charged, feinting with her weapons, forcing Jelex back, although receiving some stinging counterattacks as Jelex punished her by forcing the weapons to hit the wall or the ceiling when she had the chance, nudging a forearm here or pressing down on a wrist there, but the other hand was too swift in retribution for her to leverage that and make a stronger attack.
Everything was carried out in silence, save for the slight punctuation of breathing and the noise of feet, hands, and tonfa hitting various objects. Her foe was relentless, and even glancing blows seemed to unnerve Jelex. There was something about those weapons... Backing up, Jelex suddenly sprang off the wall and attacked her foe with a swift kick, which was met with crossed tonfas as a block. Just what she'd wanted; using those as a stepping-stone, she swung her other foot viciously at her foe's head, only narrowly missing her, but swiping the ribbon out of her hair and causing it to fall loose. Then her foe pushed forward, flinging Jelex away from her, and causing the elf to crash into a wall, temporarily dazed.
Pressing the advantage, she attacked, and her tonfa came right for Jelex's stomach... Attempting to block, Jelex was too slow, and took both blows in the gut. Except, the attacks slowed at the very last second, not hurting much more than a push might have, but the rods were vibrating... and that agitated Jelex's bladder, something she had forgotten about in the adrenaline of the fight.
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"Getting an outside response," the vibe team reported. "External vibration centered on the abdominal area. Not optimally placed, but accompanied by significant kinetic force."
"That must be Kuchi," the commander observed. "All right, keep everything secure, but do nothing. Let's see how this turns out."
"Bladder response increasing slightly," a voice reported.
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Jelex's surprise at the odd behavior of the tonfa made her hesitate long enough to have the other female flip her over her shoulder and onto her back. Swiftly, the ninja crossed her tonfas, placing them across Jelex's wrists, and then placing her weight on them to keep Jelex's arms pinned. Jelex's legs curled up, attempting to kick, and in a brief sparring battle Jelex's feet attacked her assailant's face and torso, fighting upside down and trying to force her foe to back off the attack. But then her legs were grabbed and pulled further, her foe exploiting Jelex's flexibility, and Jelex was curved around into a ball, her feet planted on the floor near her hands, and then entwined in her foe's legs... it wouldn't last long, but her foe had something else in mind. A canteen was swiftly produced, the cap unscrewed, and Jelex's nose held while the mouth of it was placed between her lips. Something sweet started flowing into her throat... sports drink? It seemed bizarre, but if she didn't drink, she'd choke, and so the entire thing was chugged down in a few seconds' time, and only then did her foe back off, retrieve her tonfa, and suddenly leap for the ceiling...
Jelex almost called out, but restrained herself, rubbing her sore wrists and wondering what that had been about, continuing the way she had been going, but now more alert. They knew she was here, if not exactly where she was... and what had been with that drink? Aside from making her need to pee a little more, but that was not a big problem. Not yet.
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"Successful infusion of additional nanomachines," a tech reported. "Breast section fully on-line. Monitoring capabilities established for labia section. Three hundred extra milliliters added." The commander nodded approval and gave the order which he knew his men would approve of:
"I've got an idea. We're going to play a little game of false association. Fill section, put a liter of soda in there. Control section, tighten up. We're going to make this girl wet her pants."
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Some time later, Jelex found herself standing before a modern steel security door and grumbling. It'd be nice to take a pee about now... But that couldn't be helped, and thus far she hadn't seen a toilet. If she saw one, her first stop was going to be there... Her legs crossed and she bent over, gasping softly, as the pee urge steadily seemed to go from bad to worse. Like it was going right through her... why was this happening? But she didn't have the time to ponder it. This steel door was in her way, and she had to pee ridiculously bad. Her bladder was throbbing all of the sudden, and Jelex had to jam her hands in between her legs in order to hold back, tightening her kegal muscles and strengthening her core like she had been taught. It helped a little, and she turned her attention to the door again. There was a scanner to the side of the door. No keypad to guess at or play tricks with. No vents that she could see which might allow bypass; the stone corridor of the castle had ended in this room, which was shiny new metal and ceramic flooring. It was the right place, but how to get in?
Voices! Jelex heard voices from beyond the door, and she flattened herself into the corner as best as she could, trying to stay still... but her bladder was getting more insistent, her kegals straining to keep the load of pee inside, knees pressed together. All in all it wasn't a very stealthy setup... and yet, to her great fortune, a pair of guards walked through the door, not even turning back as she scrambled to dive through it before closing. Jelex landed on her stomach, but scrambled to her feet, grimacing as a little drop of pee leaked out from the shock. It was ridiculous... she had to pee so badly! Why had it all the sudden come upon her like -
There! The sign for a bathroom... well, to be more precise, the sign for a male bathroom, but Jelex was going to take a piss and to hell with propriety. She couldn't focus on the mission like this... and so she bolted for the restroom, making probably a lot of noise, but the bathroom itself was empty, and Jelex jumped into one of the cubicles, sat down on the toilet - and promptly began to pee through her pants. Shock registered on her face. "No, no!" she hissed softly, but it was too late; pee was streaming out of the black ninja suit, wetting the crotch thoroughly, soaking it, dripping down into the toilet at least, but this section of the suit was thoroughly saturated. "Shit," she muttered to herself, once the pee had stopped about thirty seconds later... and did the top feel tighter? She pulled at it, but it must have just been her imagination, and... "Well, to hell with it. I got inside, now I can just be sneaky," Jelex said to hereslf, panting with relief even as she had peed through her pants. What irony, to get to the toilet and be sitting upon it and still soil oneself.
Jelex rose, stretching a bit, and frowning at how the wet suit clung to her, but before she could consider what to do about that, male voices came into the bathroom, and Jelex froze. Hide! But the stall doors had no locks... and so, just her luck, hers was the first stall door opened, and she came face-to-face with four men in body armor and visors, carrying long black batons... "Get her!" one cried, and before she could push her way free, she was grabbed by the four men, hauled out of the stall, and then pinned up against the wall. One rubbed his baton between her legs, the one who wasn't busy keeping her pinned, and it vibrated just like the ninja's tonfa had... "Looks like someone was a little late pulling down her pants, eh?" he observed, to the amusement of the others. Jelex didn't respond, trying to ignore the stimulation between her legs, the baton rubbing against the wet material of the suit. Her strength, as she had feared, wasn't sufficient to overpower the men holding her arms and legs, and so she had no choice but to try and strengthen her resistance against it...
"Nice tits," one of them observed, groping her breasts, which elicited a moan. Were they more sensitive than she could remember? They felt bigger... the one on her other side did the same, and soon Jelex was moaning, rubbing her crotch against the vibrating rod and arching her back, her breasts being roughly groped from either side... "Let's make a deal," the one with the baton said. "You put on a show for us, and we have our fun with you, leave, and don't raise the alarm. How's that sound?" Jelex glared at him, but knew that whatever humiliating show that she'd have to put on for them would be worth it if they didn't raise the alarm and ruin the whole mission... so she nodded, trying to block out the pleasurable sensations of them teasing her body. When the one rubbing his baton between her legs left, she was confused as to what they wanted, but he soon returned. "Drink up," he told her, tipping a canteen to her lips. It tasted sweet, just like the ninja's had. Then there was another, and another, and another, and another, until Jelex lost count and her stomach was full of liquid... which very quickly processed, filling her bladder, and causing her to struggle against their grip, trying to cross her legs.
Still in control of her, the soldiers walked her over to the stall in which she had peed herself. They made her stand over the toilet she had used, legs to either side of it, wrists handcuffed to an overhead bar. She could pee if she wanted to... it'd just go right into the toilet again, but that'd cause her suit to get wetter, and it would be best if she could hold out until these yahoos were done doing whatever it is they had in mind. "Now then..." The one who seemed to take the lead grinned. "We're starting the stopwatch now. When you pee, we stop it, and however much time you lasted before peeing is how long we'll wait before notifying the main command that there's an intruder..." Chuckles broke out from the men. They knew the girl's condition would be worse than desperate... a fact confirmed by her constant squirming and twisting in her bonds.
"Jerks!" Jelex shouted. "You said you wouldn't report if I played along!" But it was no use; the vibrating rods had already started running on her body. Two between her legs, and two on her breasts, accompanied by the groping hands of the men. Jelex moaned again; she couldn't help it, and her senses had always been heightened when her bladder was full. Closing her eyes, she temporarily drifted off somewhere else, imagining a lover's touch in this same situation, having made Jelex fill her bladder and hold it while she was teased... The quivering of her legs and the tightness of the muscles in her body's core didn't accurately convey how badly she had to go. Her legs had been spread for the vibrating rods, and those muscles tensed up constantly, but were denied the luxury of wrapping around each other with a hand to assist. But being denied that was also pleasurable, in a way... Jelex wriggled under their touch, the vibration teasing her labia and breasts, and one abandoned his rod completely so he could grope both breasts in his hands. Jelex moaned as he whispered in her ear.
"They say that if you let your boyfriend massage your tits a lot, they'll get bigger." Jelex moaned softly, her breasts quite sensitive by this point and that just heightened by the fact that her bladder was desperately full of pee... He pinched her nipples and pulled on them, teasing her while his three companions ran their vibrating rods along her stomach and between her legs, trying to vibe the pee out of her, and yet... it was so arousing. Jelex knew that she was in a dangerous spot; without meaning to, these men had put her in a situation where it was difficult for her to think, the pee humming and jostling in her bladder due to the effects of the vibrating rods, a small drop leaking out to stain her suit again. Jelex couldn't see that her muscles were actually being reinforced, and so her holding efforts kept back most of the pee as her bladder expanded with the introduction of yet more liquid... she was so desperate that she couldn't think properly. "Maybe if we massage your bladder a lot, it'll get bigger too."
Jelex didn't want to let her pee go. In fact, right now she wanted it to stay as it was forever, full-bladdered with that lovely desperate pressure on her kegal muscles... firm and tense right now, the fullness of her bladder rubbing against her suit, she moaned in delight and rubbed herself against the teasing rods, which stimulated her labia and clitoris pleasantly, rubbing against the still-damp suit crotch... They didn't even need to move the rods anymore, just hold them still so Jelex could grind against one, moaning louder and louder... "D-damn it..." she whispered. "If I orgasm, I'll pee myself. But it feels too good..." The hands on her breasts, the rods on her crotch... She was going to cum and she knew it, the only question being when it would happen. The rods pressed harder against her, rubbing their blunt rounded tips against her clit. "Yessssssss..." she hissed to herself, mind fogged with the pleasure and the desire, breasts and nipples standing at firm attention for the hands of the other... "Shit, I... I.... I'm gonna cum!" Jelex screamed, tossing her head back with a howl of pleasure, rubbing herself even harder against the rods at the same time as she started to pee, urine streaming from between her legs, soaking the suit again, and then splashing in the toilet while the men watched and gave up a little cheer. But her kegals were so tight and still pushing that her pee started, and kept going, and going...
"Hey, I think her tits are getting bigger," the one with Jelex's breasts in his hands said. "Her tits get bigger when she pees herself." Jelex whimpered, lost in the relief of letting herself go, trying to say it wasn't true, but the sneaking suspicion that it was made her protest ring hollow. And indeed, in a command bunker not too far away, a technician had set a slow increase in growth, timed to coincide exactly with her peeing. The men, of course, were excited by this prospect, and though they were eager to do it again after that discovery, found that they had no available fluids to put into her system. "We need something to make her piss super fast," one observed. "Here, I have an idea. You, go to the break room and take her with you, start brewing up some coffee. You, go and grab some diuretics from the medical section. Find whatever drinks you can... I'm going to snag some superabsorbency spray and we'll all meet in the break room soon."
Jelex, once she had peed herself out and the men had all dispersed on their tasks save for the one rubbing her breasts, shook her head to clear away some of the clouds. "Ugh. You sick bastards, what the hell does it take to get you to let me go? I played along with your rules and now you're changing the game," she said, trying to kick at the man as he marched her, hands now cuffed behind her back. For his part, the soldier was wondering exactly what was with this girl; just a few minutes ago she'd been grinding herself against vibes while getting groped, then climaxed and peed herself without shame... and now, she was calling him whatever foul thing came to mind, struggling, and resisting against him as he marched her down one corridor and took a left turn, going through a sliding door that opened into a small but comfortable room, carpeted with a few comfortable chairs and couches around a low circular table in the middle, a coffee machine on a stand at one end of the room and a TV in the opposite corner. He set her down in a chair and reconfigured the door to require a passcode before opening, and started up the coffee machine, which Jelex eyed with distaste. "Come on. You're going to make me drink more? I already pissed myself twice... what the hell else do you want, huh? And now my tits are growing when I pee, no thanks to you," she added. She was on the cusp of D-cup breasts, having large C's right now, and there was no doubt in her mind that these goons intended not to stop until she was sporting F-cup jugs... which, she admitted to herself, would be amazingly sexy to have, but she didn't want them being the ones to give her nice bouncy breasts.
"What's gotten into you?" The man frowned, his face twisted into a look of confusion. He didn't look like a dog's ass, at the least, Jelex conceded. He was actually decent-looking and would have been better if he wasn't in that damned gray-and-black uniform trying to make her piss herself... For his part, he recalled that she had been defiant and foulmouthed when first caught, before they had made her drink the canteens. Maybe there was some correlation to that... when she had to pee, she was too busy holding to be bitchy and the sexy side of her came out. He had no other answer, so he prepared some coffee for her and held it to her lips, pinching her nose to make her drink it, and even then she struggled against him until he virtually had to be straddling her lap, forcing her head back, nose pinched firmly while he waited for her to concede that even she needed to breathe and open her mouth so that he could get the coffee in. It'd be easier when his friends came back... unfortunately, however, the two sent to the medical section had apparently forgotten what they were supposed to be doing, and were in the midst of entertaining a pretty nurse whom they'd persuaded to take the diuretics, and now she was grinding her hips in the lap of one while the other fingered between her legs...
"Where are those other two clowns?" the titular leader of the squad, now reduced to two, asked when he came through the door, entering the usual passcode that the group used when they locked the door. In his hand he had a spray bottle of some kind and also had a bag slung over his shoulder, within which was a large quantity of soda and water bottles. The man already in the room with Jelex shrugged, and so he sighed in disgust, setting the bag down and shaking the spray can before getting to work, spraying down her legs and crotch and entire body with the spray. Jelex glared at him balefully as he put it away. "Now when she pees she won't make a mess..." They grinned, and together they worked Jelex into position to get some extra soda into her.
What neither she nor they realized was that the command bunker was now on constant-fill mode, so that the fill team was making sure to keep her nice and full while the control section made her bladder large enough to accomodate a huge pee, so that when she let go this time, her breasts would get nice and full... Jelex just realized that, after two sodas, she had to piss like a racehorse. Probably getting weaker from having peed so much already... shit. Worse, that hazy fuzziness was starting to cloud her mind, the fog that hung over her and inhibited her better judgement... "She got better," noted the guy who had been groping her breasts before. "I think that she gets more cooperative when she's gotta pee..." The first man nodded, setting aside the soda for now. Between the two of them, it was safe enough to take off her handcuffs, which they did, and then leered at her. Sitting on the breast-groper's lap, Jelex found that her bigger tits were being massaged again, causing yet another moan and the start of her excitement as the rod teased between her legs. "Give us a pee," the one behind her whispered. "You know you love to pee."
"Noooooo," Jelex breathed softly, feeling the vibration of the rod against her clit. "Nnnngh. God, it feels so good... I don't wanna pee. Then I have to fill up again to feel this good," she moaned. "Noooo. Don't make me cum again, oh god... I'll pee if you make me climax another time. Shit. It feels so damn good... oh damn," she moaned, grinding herself against the rod and lacing her fingers behind the neck of the man groping her tits, arching her back so that his fingers could grab her nipples more easily and pull... The rod pressed harder, more firmly into the wet crotch of her ninja suit, and Jelex grinded her clit against it once again, feeling the amazing pressure on her urethra as he did that... "Keep doing it. Vibe me while I pee myself..." Jelex gasped, totally lost once again to the whims of her confused mind. "Unnnh. Vibe the urethra. Naughty boys... making me piss my pants," she said coyly. "Ohh yes... fill me up. Tank my bladder up and empty it out... keep going, yeah, yeah..." Jelex cried out loudly, fully having lost herself in the insane desperation which was being promoted by the command room fill section... Readouts showed three full liters of pee in her system, bladder expanded to its maximum artificial size. Any further stretching would have to be done by Jelex herself... and to the amazement of the command staff, despite being vibed and topped to the brim with pee, her kegals held, quivering with the insane effort of holding back so much urine...
They let the scene go, breath held as the drama unfolded before them. Her kegals were almost superhuman - if they hadn't had the vibes in there to weaken them, she would have held for a much longer time. But that was her weakness... holding too long put her in this horny, submissive state, so that she willingly gave control of herself to another so she could be forced to endure the holding for longer... How long could she last with that kind of pleasure input? Her breasts and clitoris both registered high levels of pleasure, amplified by the huge weight of the pee in her bladder as the waves resonated through her body, jiggling and teasing it. And yet she was still holding on. Not a drop had leaked from her urethra - they had that under close observation now. The kegals clenched amazingly hard, keeping the bladder sealed shut... the nerves to her brain were screaming, assaulting her consciousness with the need-to-pee urge almost constantly and very strongly. But an even stronger urge was that of pleasure, overriding the strength of her bladder's distress, making her body respond to sexual contact instead of curling up with desperation.
Yet at this level it was very much a physiological thing. Her bladder was reaching its capacity for holding, the muscles were strong but not infinitely so. Put another way, her body could only stand the physical strain of keeping back her pee for a finite amount of time. Her legs were spread to make way for the vibrator, her hands were locked behind the neck of another. Only her internal muscles helped, no external pressure was being applied to help the bladder retain its contents. The breast size controller licked dry lips, quivering fingers poised over his dial, to start turning it as soon as signs of a leak showed... The control section leader fantasized briefly about closing the bladder forever and having the girl exist with that three-liter globe of pee permanently locked in her body... But even with the nanomachines, if he pushed too hard, the muscle would start to break down, and if he persisted in holding them shut for too long, the muscle tissue would rapidly deteriorate and the girl would end up unable to hold at all. She'd need a diaper... which brought a smirk to his face, but that was nowhere near as fun as watching this.
Jelex pressed hard against the blunt tip of the vibrator. Rubbing it against herself, she jammed it against her urethral opening and used its pressure there to help hold her pee... Never once did she think of using her hands or legs. That was cheating; these two had said so. Internal muscles only. Jelex's hips grinded firmly against the lap of the soldier she was seated upon, making him gasp softly and grope her breasts all the harder, yet with her body in the state that it was in, such rough treatment just made her crave more. Neither of them complained; her accomplishment of holding was already amazing enough as it was, and they were sure she would piss buckets once her body finally let go... "It's coming, I'm cumming," Jelex moaned, rubbing herself harder and harder against the tip of the vibrator, friction and vibration resonating up the urethra to her bladder where it finally exploded in a display of pent-up sexual frustration, a yowl of intense pleasure that seemed to reverberate off of the walls of the small break room as Jelex's kegals opened up not so much in exhaustion as from the blinding pleasure of her orgasm, peeing out the entire amount contained in her bladder...
Because of the superabsorbency spray that had been used on her prior to the episode, she didn't leak. Rather, her crotch got saturated... then it started going down her legs, soaking her inner thighs down to her boots... and from there it started to spread back up, the wetness curling around her legs as it built its way back up, wetting her calves and knees, and then her thighs both front and back, until she finally stopped with the line of wetting having reached small of her back, and everything from the waist down soaked. All the while, her breasts had grown and grown, pushing against the tight fabric of her outfit now, getting larger and firmer, growing through D-cup to settle about halfway through E... and Jelex moaned with lust, the explosive orgasm echoing throughout her body still, before finally collapsing atop the two men who had been teasing her. Panting, Jelex giggled a bit... the haze on her mind had cleared slightly but was not gone, thanks to the fill section's superb timing... her bladder was slightly full even now, seven hundred and fifty milliliters of water tucked safely away inside, so that the submissive, sexual tendencies did not evaporate. Instead, she pouted.
"I'm not very full anymore," she said with a teasing giggle, casting eyes at the soda he had brought. But the man grinned and withheld the drink, shaking his head. Jelex just pouted more.
"We're going to take you somewhere that you can drink a truly astounding amount," he said.
"But, but... let me go there super-desperate. Please? Oh, please. You two can tease me the whole way there. I promise," Jelex said. Like a child getting her way and being allowed an extra candy, she giggled happily and took the soda bottle into her hands, and her head was tilted back sharply so she could insert the mouth and begin draining the bottle... |
A god incarnate. A bladder doomed.
Concept assistance, art commission, and support: pnesfan
Editing: pnesfan, Sake, MasterXploder
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The sun shone brightly over Monster Island, a landmass in the Pacific Ocean that served as the home of Earth's giant humanoid monsters, the kaiju. It was better than allowing their almost-unanimously violent selves to roam free, where they could attack human cities, where they were close to unstoppable, where they had the potential to be the most devastating disaster in a country's history. One would think that taking all that aggression and localizing it in one place was asking for bloodshed, but there was one thing that kept the peace, one solitary wall that stood between monster coexistence and all-out war: Godzilla.
Standing a full 50 meters tall, the nuclear Godzilla held the position of alpha kaiju; no one would dare cross her, lest they find themselves on the receiving end of her atomic breath. Most hadn't even contested the title, not when Godzilla was so threatening at a mere glance. With her mean stare, sharp teeth, large muscles, rock-solid abs that somehow always found their way into view no matter her wardrobe, and two large “atom bombs” beneath her shirt, she just looked like a force to be reckoned with. And so, Monster Island became the way it was today, a secluded place where kaiju of all sizes could live without fear of the human military or each other.
But today was not a day for Godzilla to show off or assert her dominance. Today, she was sleeping on the beach and soaking her feet in the gentle waves, letting the sun's heat warm her cold-blooded body. She wore a form-fitting white shirt with an unbuttoned midriff, along with tight gray jeans, her dorsal spines stuck into the sand, and her extremely long, black hair served as a cushion between her back and the rough granules. This was ideal, this was comfortable, and she wanted nothing more than to have an uneventful nap.
“Hello there! How are you doing today, Godzooky?” But alas, it was not meant to be. That voice immediately roused Godzilla from her slumber, and she had no choice but to open her eyes. Standing on the beach by Godzilla's head, literally hovering over her, was Mothra, poking Godzilla with one of the two insectoid appendages extending from behind her lower back. Mothra was a smaller kaiju than Godzilla, measuring up to only 42 meters with a much thinner frame, yet despite that disadvantage, her authority was no less accepted among the monsters. Even in an outfit as elegant as her orange patterned kimono with the feathered collar, she had a commanding presence that permitted her to even approach Godzilla, and so casually... and to cut off Godzilla's sun with her giant, outstretched wings.
And Godzilla didn't like it. “Call me by that inane pet name again, and you're gonna need another fucking reincarnation,” she growled, closing her eyes again.
“Oh, Godzilla, what terrible language!” Brushing her kimono down onto her legs, and relaxing the two insect appendages protruding from her waist, Mothra sat down next to Godzilla on the warm sand.
“You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?” Grumbling, Godzilla pushed herself up, taking a sitting position next to Mothra.
And Mothra was all too happy about that, leaning over and resting her head on Godzilla's shoulder. “You're really grumpy today. I just want to hang out with my friend.”
“Then you don't know anything about your 'friend', or else you'd know not to bother me when I just want to sleep.”
“Aw, come on,” Mothra chirped, nuzzling her head against Godzilla's shoulder. “You can't tell me you don't like having me around.” Godzilla got ready to argue that, how everyone else was annoying and she was a loner, but she wasn't a liar. She appreciated Mothra's company, but she'd never say it out loud, and Mothra didn't need to hear it. “You're not even going to ask about the research Dr. Serizawa was doing with me?”
“Dr. who?”
“Serizawa. The man with Monarch that's doing the most to study us, understand us and help the rest of the humans to understand us too.”
“Oh, that guy. Listen, there's so many humans out there, I really can't be expected to remember any of their names.”
“You really should try to be nicer to humans, Godzilla. They're already scared of you because of your...penchant for collateral damage.”
“Listen, I'm big, and I can't fly over all their structures. A little damage is inevitable.”
“Mhm, and what about that big bridge you tore through?”
“Hey, they started shooting at me first!”
“But I think they can learn to love you if you show them just a little more respect.”
“What, and have them start worshiping me? Making journeys to see me, never getting out of my damn way, singing at me while I'm trying to sleep? No thanks. It's not like I hate them, but I don't know how you can stand being so nice to them.” Mothra opened her mouth, ready to defend humanity, but she was interrupted by a piercing roar crossing the oceans. Not just because it was a loud noise, but merely hearing the bellow sent Godzilla into a frenzy. She jumped to her feet, her eyes widened and pupils shrunk, she bared her teeth, and let out an earth-shaking roar all her own. “And now they're using that damn ORCA's alpha roar again! I hate that fucking sound!” Godzilla had never gotten along with the ORCA, a human supersonic machine that attempted to talk to kaiju with various animalistic commands.
Mothra, who didn't have the same violent reaction to the alpha challenge, pieced something else together. “No, they've exposed me to a lot of different ORCA sounds, and that's not it. There's another monster in Japan, a new one. I'm sure of it. And I don't think I like the sound of it.” Mothra spread her giant wings and lifted into the air, blowing sand all around from the massive flaps, hovering over the water.
Likewise, Godzilla brushed her jeans down, scraping off the sticking sand. “And I don't like the sound of someone else parading around like they're the big game! I'll teach them a lesson and make them know their place!” She began cracking her knuckles and flexing her muscles, followed up by extending her legs out and stretching.
That's when she noticed a little ache beneath her abs, a small need she had ignored in her sleep. Or maybe it was a bit more serious than that, judging by the intensity emanating from the area, to the point it was worth noticing. Godzilla had intended to spend the day asleep, so to ensure she wouldn't need to wake up for meals, she had filled up on fish and water earlier. Nature had taken its course inside her giant body, so while her stomach no longer felt full, her bladder right below it certainly did.
Should really take a piss before we go, this is just irritating. Godzilla was about to ask for a few minutes before departing so she could drain the tank, but another thought got in the way before she could open her mouth. But Hedorah's been dumping his shit over there, and I really don't want to deal with that smell. And I wanna show that monster who's boss right now. She mulled it over for a second, trying to estimate how long it would be until she returned to the island were she to leave, and if she would be okay.
The thinking was slow-going, Godzilla was not known for her intricate intelligence, leaving Mothra confused. “Godzilla? Aren't you coming?”
Yeah, I can hold it. I'd be pathetic if I couldn't. “I'm always ready to kick some monster ass!” With a running start, Godzilla dove into the water and began swimming at high speed towards Japan, with Mothra flying close behind, both braced for a great monster battle.
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“Report from the JSDF has come in,” Dr. Ilene Chen announced through the command room of Monarch, the world's leading kaiju researchers, stationed in a large sea vessel off the Port of Tokyo. “The evacuation of Tokyo is complete, and they're willing to wait for our next move.”
Dr. Ishiro Serizawa leaned onto the railing blocking off the bridge window overlooking the city. “Generous of the military to leave the situation in our hands when we don't have a card to play. I take it their tools are still incomplete?”
“No sign of projects Kiryu, MOGUERA, or Jaguar being deployed,” Sam Coleman reported. “I take it we're throwing ourselves at the mercy of the kaiju once again?”
“Gojira shall keep the balance of the world,” Serizawa insisted, referring to Godzilla in his native Japanese tongue, while watching the monster of the day trample through Tokyo. “Of course, that requires she show up first.”
As this new kaiju emerged from behind a tall skyscraper, it became clear how outmatched Monarch would be if they entered the battlefield. Standing a slender 60 meters tall was the giant redhead monster woman, with a scaly tail topped with an orange fin, much like the ones on her ears and the webbing between her fingers, dressed very scarcely in a red, black-dotted bikini. And worst of all, despite Monarch's extensive kaiju records, nothing of this monster appeared in their files, leaving them blind.
To their benefit, the monster wasn't the quiet sort, as it started laughing with high-pitched squeals. “Humans that shunned Dr. Mafune, you shall soon meet the fate you simpleminded fools deserve! For I, Titanosaurus, prehistoric creature of the sea, shall show you the power you mocked so long ago!”
Silence fell over the members of Monarch as they listened to the villainous motive speech. Only Rick Stanton had a relevant comment. “Guess that saves us the trouble of naming it, doesn't it?”
Vivienne Graham, Serizawa's right hand woman, turned to the doctor. “Dr. Mafune? She couldn't mean...Dr. Shinzo Mafune?”
“Friend of yours,” Sam asked.
“I think kaiju types just gravitate towards each other,” Rick added. “There'd be no other way to make an organization like ours.”
“Dr. Mafune was an old proponent of the existence of kaiju, in the era of my father,” Serizawa explained. “However, this was before creatures like Gojira truly surfaced, and public knowledge of the kaiju was a closely-guarded secret. Because he could never provide solid proof of his findings, he was shunned from the scientific community, and hasn't been heard from since. Perhaps now, his discovery has become the instrument of his revenge.”
Suddenly, their ship began undulating, quickly enough that those standing had to put a hand on something to balance themselves. At first, everyone looked at Titanosaurus, worried she had begun her destruction, only to find her still trampling aimlessly around the roads. Then, they turned out to the ocean horizon, and there laid the explanation for the unusual waves. “It's Mothra,” Ilene exclaimed, watching as the majestic winged monster flew towards Tokyo, causing ripples on the water's surface with each flap.
And rising from the depths, gallons of seawater streaming down her body, was the alpha ready to defend her title, a sight that made Serizawa smile. “And Gojira.” He turned back to his team, extending an arm with a commanding posture. “This is not simply Gojira's fight! Get in contact with Captain Douglas Gordon, and tell him to begin a search for Dr. Mafune!”
The two kaiju reached land soon enough, after Mothra flew ahead and reached down to help pull Godzilla up out of the harbor. They locked eyes with Titanosaurus, who had stopped all rampaging in Godzilla's presence, and was tensing, breathing heavy, and readying herself.
Godzilla stayed lax, though still angry, and belted a loud roar that shattered the glass of the nearby buildings.
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“Godzilla, please don't do that while I'm standing next to you,” Mothra complained, covering her ears.
“Toughen up. We got a fight coming, though it's looking like it's not gonna be much of a battle.” A cocky, toothy smirk spread across Godzilla's face.
Titanosaurus found it occasion to laugh as well, with just as much confidence. “Hahahaha! I have been-”
Godzilla interrupted. “Agh, you've got the most annoying laugh I've ever heard!”
“Quiet! Life evolved from the ocean, and as a creature of the depths, I stand atop the monsters of this world! I shall be alpha over all, land or sea!”
Godzilla gave a hearty guffaw. “You? Yeah, you've got height, but you're built like a skeleton! By all means, take the alpha title from me, you can see how much of a dumbass you are from the ground when we're done with you!”
Mothra stepped forward, sneaking around Godzilla's stocky frame to stand beside her. “I'm not quite so crude in my declarations, but I will not stand for any who take out their aggressions on the human populace.”
Titanosaurus held her arms in front of her face in a fighting pose, and Mothra followed suit in a wider stance, her insectoid appendages repeatedly poking at the air in front of her in a menacing fashion. A long, uncomfortable silence followed as the two waited for the other to make the first move.
All the while, Godzilla was watching, tapping her foot. Get started any time...kinda wanted to finish this quickly... True, she wanted to get back to Monster Island to resume her nap, but that was far from the only, or the most prominent, reason for wanting this over and done with. In truth, Godzilla's need to urinate had only grown stronger - much stronger - in the hours between Monster Island and Tokyo.
In her many, many years of existence, it seemed Godzilla had never quite gotten the hang of telling just how much of a problem her bladder would become. She had felt her fluids increasing the entire swim here, not helped by the extra seawater she swallowed on the way, and now she was carrying an ocean of her own. And of course she hadn't released a yellow cloud through the Pacific. I really don't want to deal with Ebirah's wrath now...
All that added up to a very, very desperate kaiju in Tokyo. And with Mothra and Titanosaurus still in their pre-fight stalemate, Godzilla's patience had run out. “Enough waiting around, I'm going!” She charged forward with her fist clenched and wound back before anyone could react, springing forward and delivering a furious punch with the force of a rocket.
A punch that found nothing but air as its target. Titanosaurus sidestepped at the last moment, the wind blowing her hair around. Despite the fact that a hit like that could have taken her head off, Titanosaurus recovered without delay, reaching out and wrapping her arms around Godzilla's, applying downward force, turning Godzilla's momentum against her and sending her tumbling forward, landing face first on the pavement with the force of an earthquake. With nothing but concrete in her view, she didn't even see Mothra take the opening and fly forward like a missile to tackle Titanosaurus down a dozen blocks.
While her top-heavy airbags kept her propped up somewhat, the force of the impact was plenty strong enough that her stomach hit the ground, and even her rock-hard abs couldn't perfectly shield her bladder from the shock. “Agh!” Scrambling to get back up on one knee, legs trembling, Godzilla clutched her abdomen. “Argh, I can feel it bulging through here! Can't believe I need to take this bad a piss now...”
Some part of her entertained the prospect of eliminating this problem at its root, and just take her leak now. Why shouldn't I? It's annoying, just let it out and I won't have to think about it! That's when she heard another Titanosaurus roar from behind a building, and she had her answer. “No, I'm not doing that until this loser is bruised!” I will not be looked down upon as the monster who needed to empty her bladder during a fight! With a sense of renewed determination, and a modest respect for her delicate condition, Godzilla charged towards the source of the shout.
As soon as she turned the corner, she was whacked back down on her ass by a giant moth landing on her. She wrapped her arms around Mothra's waist as they collided, just stopping the two from sliding back into the harbor. “Hey, watch where you're flying!”
“Thanks for the catch, Godzilla. This Titanosaurus is a lot more skilled than I expected. We'll need to come up with a plan-”
“I'm pounding this girl's shit in, right now!” Tossing Mothra off to the side, Godzilla ran straight for her opponent again, roaring throughout the entire approach.
The problem was, Godzilla was not known for her speed. With her charge starting a fair distance away from Titanosaurus, and her scream giving her away, Titanosaurus had time to prepare a counterattack. She had ample time to dodge, but instead planted her feet and stood her ground. Just as Godzilla started to mock her for even attempting to compete in a contest of muscles, the intention was made clear. Right before Godzilla could connect a punch, Titanosaurus swiftly raised her knee, straight into the alpha's stomach, stopping her in her tracks and knocking the breath right out of her lungs.
And of course, it wasn't just her stomach that took the punishment. She knows exactly what she's fucking doing, aiming there! She's dead! ...As soon as I can move. Again, Godzilla doubled over, gasping for breath and grabbing her abs, putting her in the perfect position for Titanosaurus to raise her other knee and nail Godzilla in the jaw, sending her tumbling onto her back. Again.
“Is this all the power the great alpha can muster,” Titanosaurus laughed, raising a fist into the sky, blocking out the sun, pointed downwards and ready to pound down. “Perhaps now you understand the true horrors of the deep!” Godzilla could hardly look up at the impending attack, with the sun's bright rays shining from behind the clenched hand, between the fingers, and off the glass windows directly behind, but she knew she would be taking the brunt of it. She was on her back, too heavy to roll out of the way, a little stiff from her bursting desperation, she would just need to suck it up and take it like the big monster she was.
However, the ground-bound punch never touched down, intercepted by a glob of sticky white silk, binding Titanosaurus's hand to the skyscraper with tough webbing. Mothra, wiping her mouth with her sleeve, rushed to Godzilla's aid and pulled her to her feet. “Godzilla, be careful! You're causing a lot of damage to the city!”
“Yeah, I'm fine, Mothra, nice of you to worry,” Godzilla mumbled, brushing dirt and debris out of her hair. “Good work pinning her down. Now I can deal the finishing blow.” Approaching the aquatic adversary, Godzilla raised her own arm in much the same way Titanosaurus had, tensing her muscles and baring her fangs, ready to thrust the fist forward and end this charade, before her bursting bladder could decide for her.
However, Titanosaurus wasn't out of the game yet. With only one arm bound, she remained able to pivot around, turning her back to the other kaiju, presenting her finned tail. And Godzilla didn't like that. “What kind of a last-ditch survival effort is this?! You think showing your tail is gonna save your skin from me?! I'm a girl too, dumbass!” Shaking with anger, Godzilla wound her fist even further back, ready to deliver the punch of a lifetime.
That was when she locked up. A huge punch to the gut, from her gut, immobilized her and froze her like a coating of solid ice. With every breath she took, she could feel a massive wave of hot piss pounding and slamming against the walls of her bladder, if there even was an ounce of room for the urine to slosh around. You're fucking kidding me! I am going to explode if this bastard doesn't go down soon! Just...need to...hold...it!
As Godzilla trembled in place, making no outwards movements to give away her intense desperation, Titanosaurus took her opening with a confident smirk. Swinging her tail from side to side, with real power behind each swish, the fin began kicking up a gust of gale force winds directed straight at the monsters. Hovering in the air, Mothra had the worst of it, sent tumbling and spinning far away from the site. Godzilla, with solid footing and high mass, wasn't impacted by the cyclone nearly as heavily. Meaning she was only knocked backwards, sliding back down the road.
And the landing was not kind to Godzilla or her bladder. “Agah! Shit, ow!” Every animalistic instinct in her screamed to grab at her crotch and cross her legs like a vice, pleading that it was necessary to avoid what would surely be a gargantuan flood. Instead, the proud Godzilla couldn't bear to tarnish her dignity with such a demeaning act, and refused to hold herself in even the slightest capacity. Of course, there was only so much resisting she could do, and she did squirm endlessly as she lay, rubbing her knees against one another as they towered above the rest of her body, thrusting her groin upwards in the throes of agony.
With significant struggling of her own, Titanosaurus freed her stuck hand, even if it was only by ripping a chunk of the building off, webbing and all. “Hahahaha!” Slamming the hand against the steel frame of the building multiple times, shattering any glass and support beams nearby, she finally freed the appendage, stretching her fingers out now that they could breathe. “It was a good attempt, 'alpha', but clearly, you're just not up to the challenge.”
“Damn it! Laugh it up, fish face, it's the last time you'll get to smile with all your teeth intact!” Forcing her bottom half to stop spasming and stay still, Godzilla strained to lift herself and stand back up, feeling the two tons of pee stored in her bladder fall victim to gravity's downward pull, like the entire organ could fall straight down through her pussy and into her pants. At the same time, Mothra had recovered and returned, scratched up but no less determined, both kaiju on the ropes.
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“Captain Gordon says Dr. Mafune has been found and is in custody,” Ilene reported.
Serizawa nodded. “Now if only he could tell us how to stop the kaiju he unleashed. This isn't turning out to be the decisive Gojira victory I had anticipated.”
“Yeah, why is she struggling so much,” Vivienne questioned, turning to face the doctor.
“It's unbelievable that the ones who defeated King Ghidorah would have so much trouble with a normal kaiju,” Serizawa concurred. “Perhaps another factor is affecting Gojira's performance.”
A silence swept over the Monarch command room as everyone thought what could possibly hamper Godzilla's power, and Rick just happened to come up with the first plausible reason. “We don't have any idea what she does on Monster Island, maybe she's got a Godzilla Jr. on the way.”
Whether because no one could argue that, or because no one wanted to dignify it with an argument, the crew instead elected to continue to watch the battle through the windows. There wasn't much point, however, as the story stayed the same: Godzilla charging forward blindly, having her attacks turned against her by Titanosaurus, and Mothra getting knocked away in one form or another. It was hardly a pretty sight.
However, looking wasn't a total waste. “Wait, does anyone else see something on Titanosaurus's neck?” Sam pointed, everyone else focused on that, and sure enough, something glistened in the sunlight, reflecting off a tiny silver protrusion stuck in the back of the kaiju's collar.
It didn't take long for Vivienne to come up with a theory. “It couldn't be...could Dr. Mafune have constructed something similar to our Project T?”
“Wait, Project T,” Rick questioned. “That mind-control thing that we scrapped super long ago?”
Serizawa shook his head, slowly and somberly. “It was arrogant to think man could control the monsters, as if they could ever submit to our whims. However, Dr. Mafune's hubris may work in our favor. If we can communicate this with Gojira, she can aim for it and end the battle quickly.”
Sam threw his arms in the air, exasperated. “Yeah, and how do you propose we do that? We can't exactly just strike up a conversation with them.”
Ilene snapped her fingers in realization. “The ORCA! We might be able to send a message to the kaiju.”
“That may be the only chance, but it's not going to be precise,” Vivienne cautioned. “The ORCA can only produce certain sounds, so we'll need to hope that Godzilla and Mothra can decipher it.”
“Do it. I have faith in Gojira.” Still, Serizawa looked out the window, watching the melee nervously as the new onboard ORCA booted up. “Why do you struggle so much, Gojira?”
It was only then that Godzilla's predicament became apparent. After being knocked back once again, the kaiju slammed her legs together and rubbed them against one another, like a caveman rubbing sticks to start a fire, all while Mothra was keeping Titanosaurus busy. Suddenly, everything clicked in Serizawa's mind. “Oh no.”
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“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! That is fucking it! I'm ending this now!” To say that Godzilla had run out of patience was an understatement, her patience had packed its bags and run off to America. Not just because Titanosaurus was annoying, but because her bladder was beyond stretched out with urine. Its walls were practically cracking at the internal pressure, filled up as far as it could physically go, backed up to her kidneys where the situation and agony were much the same. Frankly, the fact that she hadn't released that flood into her pants long ago was incredible, not to mention the fortitude required to resist springing even the slightest leak.
She wasn't about to push her luck, however, and wanted this over with immediately. Taking a power stance with her feet spread apart at shoulder width, a position she really did not want to adopt for obvious reasons, she took a deep breath and focused her energy, what little she could spare from the endless fight in her bladder. Starting from the bottom, her dorsal spines began emitting a blue glow, igniting upwards at increasing speed, each light creating a higher tone until it reached the top. Godzilla opened her mouth, now with bright blue shooting from the back of her throat. This was the prelude to her signature attack, the atomic breath.
Hovering off on the side, Mothra saw it coming, and something about it freaked her out. “No, Godzilla, don't!”
But it was too late to abort, and a plume of blue radioactive energy jetted from Godzilla's mouth, lighting up the daytime sky with its sheer brightness. And it moved so quickly that Titanosaurus, who had no idea what to expect, couldn't possibly avoid the attack, instead taking the blast head-on. The impact was strong enough to kick up a cloud of dust and debris large enough to completely envelop the kaiju in smoke.
Once Titanosaurus was obscured, Mothra rushed up to Godzilla, grabbing her by the shoulders and wrapping her insectoid legs around Godzilla's torso like it would actually restrain her. “Why did you keep attacking her?!”
“Because she's our enemy, dipshit! She was attacking us, in case you forgot!”
“But don't you hear that?”
“Now's hardly the time for careful listening!” How could she possibly pay attention to anything, when her own body was causing her a world of hurt, one that needed the utmost concentration to not “take care of itself”?
“Just listen!” Since it was clear that Mothra wasn't going to shut up about it, Godzilla stopped fighting back and opened her ears for whatever it was she was talking about. She heard the wind blowing, she especially heard the waves crashing, nothing out of the ordinary and definitely nothing worth getting on her case about.
Then, she heard it, a high-pitched whining coming from the water, repeating one word over and over: “Friend. Friend. Friend.”
To say that awakened Godzilla's fury would be a dire understatement. “Really?! They think now is a good time to use that damn ORCA?! I'm a little too busy to be having a leisurely chat!”
“No, don't you get it, Godzilla?” No, I'm kinda fucking distracted right now! Do you have any idea how much boiling piss I'm still holding in?! “They're telling us 'friend' for a reason, it has to be important somehow.”
“Alright, what's your point?” At this point, Godzilla was speaking through clenched teeth, holding back an urge to punch Mothra about half as strong as her urge to pee, tapping her foot hard enough to crack the asphalt street. Not out of impatience, but as the best imitation she could do of a full-blown potty dance.
“I think they're trying to tell us that Titanosaurus isn't our enemy. Maybe there's something about her that we missed. And you might have just blasted her to Planet X!”
Perhaps just to discredit Mothra, the obstructing cloud suddenly dissipated, revealing a still-standing Titanosaurus, no worse for wear, aside from maybe a few singed edges on her swimsuit. However, the maybe-not-evil kaiju was not focused on her opponents, instead clutching the sides of her head as she screamed and writhed in agony. “Stop that infernal noise! Stop it!”
Mothra recovered her composure in no time and released her friend, jumping from worried to ready. “You see that thing on her neck? It must be causing her to act out in ways that she normally wouldn't!”
Even with her brain swimming in pee, Godzilla got the message. “So smash that thing and we're done. About damn time!”
“We've got an opening while she's in pain, I'll distract her and hold her down, you go in for the final hit.” Without waiting for any form of confirmation, Mothra flew ahead and tackled Titanosaurus, wrapping every one of her limbs around the kaiju and smothering her with her “twins”.
Finally...I can finally end this shit, and take a pi...a pi...a piAAAAAHHHHH I'M GOING TO PISS MYSELF HERE! Godzilla's joints all locked up as she entered a silent frenzy, her nerves all freaking out as her bladder spasmed in yet another desperate attempt to void its contents. Her cheeks began glowing red from the strain, sweating out heat enough to cause a meltdown. I don't think I'm going to make this one!
All the while, Titanosaurus was finally regaining her bearings, now noticing the giant hug of sorts she was on the receiving end of. “H-hey, get off me, bug!” She started whipping her torso around, creating as many sudden, jerky movements she could without falling over in the changed center of gravity.
With each shake, Mothra felt her fingers slipping. “Godzilla! Hurry up and act! Now!”
“Damn it...DAMN IT!” I will not lose it here, not with a fight left unfinished! I will not wet myself, not ever! Godzilla forced herself to take a step forward, like she was breaking free from inside a glacier. Though it was a short step, the instant her legs separated, her bladder practically leapt for joy at the prospect that it had an open path to jet its contents straight through. I said NO! Hold it! I WILL HOLD IT!
Each step repeated the same demand from her bladder and the same reprimand from her brain, but as she loosened up, each stride lengthened, until she was in as much of a run as a woman of her size could expect to leisurely reach, a not-unimpressive feat for someone doubling her body weight in pure urine. Of course, the insane amount of pain inherent to every single movement did not lessen in the slightest; if anything, it was exponentially getting worse, until it felt like she was being ripped in half at the stomach.
Finally, Titanosaurus got a solid hold of Mothra at the waist, ripping the winged kaiju off and throwing her away, off to the side. And as soon as her vision was not blocked by moth boobies, she instead got an eyeful of a charging, pissed off Godzilla, tightly clenched right fist held back and eager to shoot forward. This time, Titanosaurus's superior speed would be insufficient for the reactions necessary to avoid this one, and looking at Godzilla's furious expression, she knew it was going to hurt. She closed her eyes tightly and braced for what was sure to be enough pain that she'd wish it killed her.
“You're finished!” Rocketing her punch forward in a curved trajectory, Godzilla tossed a right hook, aimed squarely at the silver node, stopping just short of Titanosaurus's neck, who was too preoccupied cowering to defend it. And no matter the engineering prowess that went into constructing the device, once it had to stand up to the iron knuckles of the alpha kaiju, its fate was sealed. The metal housing broke apart at the seams and the internal components shattered with sparking light.
Now that most of the device was no more, the effect it had on Titanosaurus was immediate. Once the crackling electricity had ceased flowing through the circuits, Titanosaurus's eyes went wide, she forced a few choking noises from the back of her throat, and took several steps back in shock. Her pupils shrank seconds later and she began full-out screaming once more. Not from pain, but from coming back to her own consciousness, and her first sight being an enraged Godzilla mere meters from her face. “G-G-G-Godzilla!”
Titanosaurus had no idea how she ended up in Tokyo, the last thing she remembered was a submarine approaching her in the ocean depths, but she had a feeling that now was not the time for questions. Whatever she had done in her blackout haze had made Godzilla and Mothra very angry, and suddenly saying she was back to normal wouldn't save her from their wrath. Especially with all the broken chunks of city surrounding her. Instead of trying to explain herself, she made the wise decision to turn tail and run for the nearby ocean, submerging and swimming as far away as she could before anyone could catch up to her.
Not that she would know, but her fear of pursuit was unfounded, as an eerie silence overtook the city in the absence of battle. No one moved, as if they were in disbelief that it was all over now. For a minute, all there was to hear was the breezy winds, the crashing waves made all the more erratic by a retreating Titanosaurus, and the ragged breathing of all kaiju involved.
The first to make a movement was Mothra, gently flapping her way closer to her friend. “Well done, Big G. See, doesn't it feel better to win a fight without killing anyone and without destroying a city?” Godzilla didn't respond, didn't look her way, didn't even relax from her battle stance. “Um, Godzilla? It's over. You can calm down now.” She poked the larger kaiju's side a few times with her insect appendage to get her attention.
Godzilla had been frozen in place as soon as she no longer had a reason to move, whatever was necessary to conserve energy and funnel it all towards her bladder. Maybe, just maybe, if she could hold on a little longer, her bladder would finally get the message and double down on not peeing, at least long enough for her to get somewhere more suitable to let the dam burst. That was when, totally unintentionally, Mothra poked directly at her left kidney. A swollen kidney filled to the brim with steaming hot urine, and as soon as one of the walls caved inwards, the displaced fluids had no choice but to move downwards into her bladder. A swollen bladder also filled to the brim, so when a new rush of pee forced its way down, it had nowhere to go but straight down the final pipe to the outside world.
She caught a lucky break this time, her bladder was able to stretch just the tiniest bit to accommodate the addition, but with the extremely clear caveat that, yes, this was her absolutely, all-encompassing, final limit. She was filled to the gills, one more singular drop, and she would explode. No other thought could send the alpha into such a panic. Piss piss piss piss pisspisspissPISSPISSPISSPISSPISSPISS! I GOTTA PISS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!
And she was more than ready to unzip her pants and do her massive business right where she stood, make her mark on dry land with an intense golden flood crashing down and sweeping away everything in the city not bolted down securely as it washed across every street. She tried her hardest not to picture it, lest she follow suit before actually being ready, but Godzilla practically started drooling at the prospect. Yes, it would be a mess. An enormous, destructive, blissful mess.
Yes, finally! I can finally go! She had already begun moving her hand to her crotch to yank down the zipper, chomping at the bit for the opportunity to take this long-awaited whiz, one that had been building and mounting for hours upon hours of suffering that she had to bear. Letting it loose would be one of the most euphoric feelings of her life.
Yet, even as she braced to release a gush powerful enough to knock her backwards, there was still one obstacle rearing its ugly head, one objection from her conscience, heard over the deafening roar of her bladder: this was a populated city. The fallout from emptying her bodily fluids all across it would be devastating, and the evacuated humans would spend months cleaning up upon their return. Tokyo might always have that lingering smell of kaiju pee. Better them than me! Godzilla was not exactly the sort that cared about the damage she caused to those she didn't know, and especially those she probably wouldn't see again. It's their fault for living in the city where I'm gonna burst wide open!
But...Mothra... After all her nagging about collateral damage, Mothra would be pretty upset with Godzilla should she decimate a city with nothing but urine. Ordinarily, Godzilla's reaction to such a protest would be a brief “fuck off”, but Mothra's ire was the sort that wouldn't be easily forgiven, and with the two interacting as often as they did, it would be in Godzilla's interest to stay in her good graces. Plus, maybe Godzilla just didn't want to make Mothra angry.
Which put her back at her initial problem. Shit! Find a place to piss, find a place to piss, I AM GOING TO BLOW IF I CAN'T PISS RIGHT NOW! Like it or not, Godzilla just didn't have the strength in her exhausted abdominal muscles to make it anywhere else. She was going to destroy Tokyo one way or another, whether she unleashed her pee directly onto it or it went through her pants first to do so. At least Titanosaurus swam away, so she isn't going to see this.
Titanosaurus! Swam away! Water! Harbor! She had now lost the mental capacity to even think full sentences, not after she felt a tiny squirt of pee worm its way into her urethra, a harbinger of the flood to come. It was all too obvious, she had mere seconds to make it to the nearby ocean before she turned the city into little more than an extension of the harbor's waters.
“Godzilla? Is something wrong?” With all that panic and planning happening inside Godzilla's head, Mothra was left in the dark and currently none the wiser, an ignorance that could not continue for long. She got her rude awakening once an adrenaline-fueled Godzilla snapped back into action, bolting and barreling straight through Mothra in her mad dash to the ocean, who almost fell straight through another building in her tumble, only stopped by her quick reflexes and flapping wings keeping her aloft.
Knocked so far back that she was nearly laying down as she hovered, Mothra could only watch as Godzilla reached the harbor's edge, not even stopping for a second before jumping into the water, with her knees held close to her chest like a cannonball. Of course, someone of her mass landing in the harbor caused tall waves to form, high enough to overtake the border and seep onto the roads above. The few boats still moored at the docks flipped when their ropes weren't enough to allow safe passage over the wall of water.
She was already wreaking a bit of havoc, but Godzilla couldn't care less. She wasn't facing the city, she was knee-deep in the ocean, with the cold water chilling her calves through her clothes, prompting her bladder to finally give out with the intention of soaking the upper half of her pants as well. With speed previously unseen from the lumbering kaiju, she shoved her zipper down so violently that the metal tag almost ripped straight off its slider, reached her right hand into the gap with her index and middle fingers spread, pulled the skin upwards, and spread her pussy, allowing an unobstructed view of her urethral opening from a certain angle. Godzilla was not in the habit of wearing underwear.
It was immediate. The nanosecond it would not drench her pants, a gushing torrent of bright yellow urine burst forth, bigger and stronger than a firehose, with a hiss so loud and layered that it resembled a swarm of insects. A few drops got caught on the folds of her genitals and fell directly down, but the vast, vast majority had all the power of a kaiju behind it. Forced out by her tired, but still incredible, muscles, the jet flew over a dozen meters forward before it lost any significant height, splitting apart from a concentrated stream to a localized typhoon rainfall by the time it collided with the salt water below, creating a din that could have seriously been mistaken for a waterfall.
Each individual point of impact birthed a hundred small bubbles every second on the surface of the water, merging together into a frothy coating that grew and spread faster and faster, until there was more foam than clear water in the general area. Not that the water was especially clear anymore, either, being heavily discolored in a dirty cloud that mixed with the natural blue and dyed the water a sickly green shade, before the sheer thickness of the invading pee overtook the original color and turned it all yellow. The constant force of the downpour made the water ripple up and down, lapping up against Godzilla's legs and the boats alike. The kaiju piss, exposed to Godzilla's body heat for hours, had accumulated such a temperature that it emitted a haze of steam as soon as it met the cold ocean.
As the fog rose higher, Godzilla discovered that she was standing downwind, and a light breeze blew the cloud straight past her nose. And Godzilla took very pungent-smelling pees. This was a basic fact that she had known forever, each time she did her watering on land, an overwhelming stench would fill her nostrils. She had come to expect this and brace for it, but nothing could have prepared her for the filthy odor she breathed in this time. If her hands weren't busy ensuring her piss stream didn't go awry, they would have surely covered her nose to protect her. It was bitter, it was vile, and it smelled more like Hedorah than she wanted to admit she was capable of matching.
And that was hardly the only unpleasant part of this whole ordeal's resolution. This was, no question, the worst she had ever needed to pee, the walls of both her bladder and kidneys felt like they had cracked under the strain and continued to emanate a pain like they were still being stabbed by hundreds of small needles. If she were anything less than the alpha kaiju, it could have caused serious internal damage. She had forced her poor body to pipe down and hold it for so long, with such a demanding authority, that she had all but reached the point where she would have been unable to release until she exploded, in a twisted interpretation of her wishes to stay dry.
As such, there was no relief to be found in this act of relieving herself. While it took no effort to pee, not even at this power level, there was still this sensation that something was trying to hold it back, and her hot pee screaming past those muscles fighting a futile battle was horrible. Her inner passages burned like her skin would after being scraped across any rough surface, except it never reached the lingering pain part and instead continually renewed itself. Godzilla couldn't find even the slightest bit of pleasure in this, and she wanted that to be known. She roared in anger only seconds after starting, especially loud so she could be heard over her overwhelming piss, and even when she was silent, she had a scowl splayed across her face and a clear expression of dissatisfaction as her eyes forced themselves shut and her mouth hung open, panting from fatigue.
(Art by Pechi. Commissioned by pnesfan)
All the while, Mothra watched from the sidelines. “Oh, Godzilla...” She placed a hand over her mouth as the terrible scene unfolded before her. She hadn't considered her fellow kaiju's attitude today anything particularly out of character, but now that she was watching Godzilla take the pee of a lifetime, her earlier agitation and impatience all added up. There was no question why Godzilla had only just made it to the harbor before she started going: she physically couldn't have made it any farther.
That was why, even though she was extremely against Godzilla polluting the harbor an unnatural yellow hue, Mothra didn't blame Godzilla for her actions. “She knows better...I'm sure of it. This must have been her only option.” Godzilla was quick to anger and ill-mannered, but she wasn't malicious. She had done her best to limit damage, and while it was still bad to ruin these waters, it wouldn't severely impact the humans, and the busy ships and human influence kept most aquatic life away. Not to mention, Tokyo Bay was hardly “clean” to begin with, she wasn't contaminating the seawater that much.
With those considerations, Mothra had little trouble being sympathetic towards Godzilla's plight. She had pushed herself to an extreme rarely seen to beat Titanosaurus while her own body felt like it wanted to kill her, and it had cost her. It was written all over her face, just how much pain and discomfort Godzilla was in, and surely it was embarrassing doing such an act out in the open, near human populations. Mothra felt her heart go out to her friend for that. Purely empathetic, of course, definitely not fueled by Mothra's own past experiences with “slight” potty emergencies.
It was sad to watch, sure, but what could she do? Was there some way to lift Godzilla's spirits and make this uncomfortable pee break just a bit more tolerable? Well, Mothra had an idea, and she chirped happily to herself as she flew slowly towards her kaiju buddy.
Meanwhile, things weren't going much better in Godzilland. By now, with the sheer volume she had pushed out, she had probably emptied out her kidneys, leaving her bladder still brimming and bursting. And yes, she was still suffering just the same. All the sensations she had experienced in the first second were still present a full minute later, going just as strong as her geyser of a piss still roared. At least King Ghidorah pain is over quickly and isn't centered on my pussy.
It should have been impossible, but somehow, Godzilla heard something else beyond her monstrous torrent. And what that something else was made it all the more amazing that it rose above the chaos, because, by all respects, it should have blended right in. It was a second instance of flowing water, much softer than Godzilla's, more akin to a gentle river than the white-water rapids already raging, sprinkling into the water by her side. Honestly, if it wasn't for the tiny bit of hissing by Godzilla's ear, she wouldn't have paid it any mind. Instead, she made the effort to open her eyes and turn to the left, to either satiate her curiosity or to give her something else to dwell on.
What she saw was the last possible thing she had pictured it could have been. It was Mothra, with her massive wings flapping behind her, smart in avoiding letting any part of her touch the now-filthy water, hovering high enough that her crotch was at the same altitude as Godzilla's face. And that was an apt point of reference, because Mothra was using her insect legs to spread the front of her kimono below the sash at her waist, exposing said crotch with no panties to cover it, hanging sleeves folded back, keeping her hands free to instead spread her womanhood and open the route for her to cleanly pee into the yellowed pool beneath.
Godzilla went bug-eyed at the view. Not because of the sensitive parts on display, the two had been friends for a very long time, there had been a few shared baths, clothes washing, even more than a couple tinkles with each other. The shocking part was the simple fact that it was Mothra performing such a lewd act. Mothra conducted herself as a prim and proper lady, one that would never do something so private out in the open. She loved humans, but not in the “would show her bottomless self” way, and certainly not in the “you can watch me pee” way. She preferred to do that sort of thing suitably hidden behind large flora in most non-emergency circumstances.
And, no matter how Godzilla looked at it, this was not an emergency. A human spectator would be overwhelmed by the quantity of urine Mothra was providing, strictly due to her size, and it was most definitely a healthy pee, but still a marked several steps below what Godzilla continued to gush out, not even reaching half the distance or radius. Not that she ever had the bladder strength to hold long enough to build up the pressure needed for that kind of piss, but Godzilla had seen a desperate Mothra before, holding her crotch as she bent forward and a wet patch began forming on the front of her kimono, and she had seen what kind of a pee that resulted in. This was nowhere close.
No matter how she thought about it, Godzilla just couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. There was only one way to solve this mystery. “Mothra,” she barked, “what are you doing?!”
Turning to face her friend, Mothra smiled warmly, with a kind light in her eyes. “I'm giving you some company, of course. You looked pretty down and upset, so I figured this would cheer you up.”
“That's not what I'm asking, dumbass! Why are you just taking a piss out here in the open?!”
“Exactly like I said, you looked like this was hard for you, answering nature's call in such a public fashion, and so violently at that. It seemed like having someone by your side would ease your tension.”
“Yeah, but...you're totally showing everything! Doesn't it suck knowing that anyone could see?!”
“I could ask you the same thing. To me, it's not the end of the world. It's far more important to help you. As crude and uncooperative as you can be, you don't deserve to go through this embarrassment alone.”
Godzilla's confrontational tone subsided, as the final question emerged much quieter. “And...the effect on the waters?”
“Well...it's not good, but it's not a disaster, either. I can bend the rules once, you know.” In an impressive display of balance, Mothra kept her stream well-aimed as she leaned into Godzilla's ear and whispered. “Plus, I don't think me joining in is doing much more damage than you could accomplish on your own right now.” She had quite the cheeky grin as she returned to a perfectly upright position.
Godzilla's face was already quite red, both as a leftover from the earlier struggle and the current strain, but it glowed twice as bright afterwards. “W-well then...if you're so insistent, I won't stoOP YOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
The sharp, sudden increase in volume made Mothra jump, as much as one could without ever touching the ground. Honestly, the way it came out, it could have been the result of a fatal sneak attack, and paranoia set in, forcing her to turn her head and look. “Godzilla, what-”
Her fears couldn't have been further from the truth, she soon discovered, when she saw Godzilla's face. That was not the face of someone in pain, not even of the pee-related variety. No, the emotion Godzilla was showcasing couldn't be further from that. This was bliss. Actually, Mothra realized, “bliss” wasn't even strong enough to describe this. This was...more akin to the time Mothra accidentally discovered her friend in the middle of something far, far more private than a simple pee. Whatever had changed, now Godzilla could bask in the unfettered relief she deserved after holding for so, so, so long.
That meant, Mothra decided, it was time for the two to focus on their own tinkles, giving her ample time to appreciate just how different the dual urine streams were at the moment. Aside from an ocean of difference in power between them, Mothra enjoyed a less colorful flow than the one raging beside her, untainted by the need to stew inside her bladder far too long. The sound was only a trickle in comparison, similar to a sink faucet running at half-strength, just on a far larger scale. And, while it was impossible to truly know the odor over the overpowering existing stench, Mothra would claim her pees did not smell.
Godzilla could not care less. This was it, finally, after hours of awful holding and minutes of horrendous release, the balance had finally shifted. There was nothing flowing through her veins now but ecstasy, elation that it finally felt good. Way better than good, in fact. She'd had alone time that didn't result in this kind of bliss. Yeah, after all the torture I went through to get here, it damn well better feel this fucking wonderful! Her eyelids grew heavy as she let them fall, and she involuntarily shuddered, creating small breaks in her geyser and altering the point of final impact several times.
But that wasn't the only indication that her mood had lifted, she was in good spirits and she would let the world know. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH,” she moaned at the top of her lungs, the sound waves generated strong enough to cause further ripples in the water below. Her panting picked up pace and depth, yet between the gasps for breath, she still found energy to shout. “YES, YES, YES, OOHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!” She had to move a foot back to stop herself from falling backwards and fainting.
Godzilla and Mothra continued their deed for several more minutes, content to look solely at their own selves and their own products, speaking nothing more than simple expressions of relief, though Mothra's were of course infinitely more reserved, nothing more than a little “ah” or a soft moan. She even began humming as she had to admit, despite the setting, it did feel somewhat pleasant to do her business now.
Though she had started well after Godzilla, Mothra felt her pee stream lose power and began landing closer to her feet, all the while her friend was spraying as strong as ever. She spread her legs further apart to ensure that, even when a few piddles leaked out with nothing but gravity to guide them, they would cleanly hit the water and not soil her fair skin. A little clung to her privates, with one or two drips snaking down her long, smooth thighs, but for the most part, she was just as tidy as before. Relaxing and placing her hands by her sides, she pulled her insect legs back where they began, and allowed her kimono to fall back into a place where she had modesty.
Of course, that left her with nothing to do but watch Godzilla. She tried to look away, give her buddy some privacy, but her senses continued to be assaulted, and there was just so much, an inner curiosity prompted her to casually view. Because of this, at least a full minute later, she saw the first signs that her fellow kaiju's seemingly bottomless capacity had reached its climax. The torrent began landing closer and closer to Godzilla's legs, tracing the path back, and only once splashback started hitting her pants did the thickness fall.
Even with her eyes closed, Godzilla knew the time had come. Bending forward to aim her pussy down, the last squirts shot near her feet, and nothing else followed...until she squeezed a bit harder and brought out a hidden reserve that had no shortage of force and lasted no insignificant time. Even Mothra was shocked anything could remain after what had already come out. “Poor thing must have been filled head to toe with pee.”
With a smile unusual to her bridging her cheeks, Godzilla thrust her hips to shake off the majority of the sticking urine, though plenty seemed happy where they had rested, instead taking residence in the crotch of her pants. Which, to her credit, was the only urine in her clothes after all that, aside from a precious few drops that bounced back to her after their high-speed collision with the hard salt water. It was done. All in all, she had been pissing that storm for over five minutes. She stood tall and sighed one final time, quite loudly, as she opened her eyes to the bright day once more. “Phew! Well, that was something else.”
“No kidding. Are you sure you're finally empty? There's not another long pee waiting in the wings?”
“Nah, I'm totally drained. But I'm taking it easy for the next...year or so.”
Still not willing to stand in the mess, Mothra slid beside Godzilla and began nuzzling her upper arm. “I'm sure you must feel two thousand times better after that one.”
“Definitely. Even still, I am never holding it that long again for as long as I live. If I ever get that desperate, I'm pissing myself. It's not worth it.”
“I think if you just relieve yourself before going into a fight, it won't be a concern.”
“Yeah, yeah, I'll remember that. Let's just get back to Monster Island, I'm sick of looking at this.” She gestured to nothing in particular, sweeping her arm horizontally as far as it could go, yet the ocean remained yellow across the entire range. “You're sure it's okay to leave the water like this? I hate dirty water as much as anyone, and I don't want you on my ass about it.”
“I know, it's not ideal, but it's not permanent. The tide will come in, the currents will sweep it away, and it will disperse across the sea.” Mothra's gaze began lazily drifting, observing how far-reaching the effects of their tinkle stretched. “Just promise not to soil the waters so close to the humans again, and I'll let it sli...”
Godzilla had already begun trudging back in the direction of their home, but Mothra stopping in the middle of a sentence concerned her. “What now?” She rolled her eyes and turned back, half-expecting another kaiju to fight that had seen everything.
That could have been the explanation for the expression she found Mothra stuck in, eyes wide, hands covering her mouth, and all color drained from her face. “G-G-G-Godzilla, l-look...” Shaking, she removed one hand from her face and pointed into the harbor, straight into the epicenter of their own natural disaster.
And once Godzilla looked, she saw everything. One boat, a larger vessel than the sailboats and fishing boats tied to the docks, had been there the entire time, hiding right beneath their noses. On the deck were several humans. Not random humans, either. Humans she recognized. The Monarch staff. They stood on the deck, all frozen in utter shock. And their clothes were soaked, without a single cloud in the sky to suggest rain was the culprit. No, the golden cloud beneath the waves held the answer here.
Almost instantaneously, Godzilla's face matched Mothra's, pale and afraid. “H-h-how did we miss t-that?”
“Oh no...oh no no no no no...” Positioning herself horizontally, Mothra flew as close to the water as she dared, putting her face right up to the boat, able to look all the Monarch members in the eye. “I know you can't understand me, but we are both so, so sorry! We should have seen you and taken care of that, but Godzilla was in a rush, and you got lost in the chaos, and... Godzilla, get over here and apologize!” She rotated herself back upright and looked out to find her friend and call her over.
She found her friend, all right, running as far away from the scene as she could, faster than anything else she had done that day. “You can smooth this over better than me, Mothra!” Making sure the water was clear and blue before putting her head under, Godzilla began swimming out to the horizon full tilt, a speed difficult for anything else to match.
But that didn't mean Mothra wasn't going to try, after turning back to Monarch one final time. “Again, we're both so sorry! Please, tell us anything we can do to make it up to you!” She awkwardly waved goodbye as she spread her wings and chased after the other kaiju. “Godzilla, get back here! Own up to your mistake! Take responsibility for what you did to these poor people!” Whether Godzilla had dove deep enough to avoid hearing the admonishment, or she simply pretended not to hear and kept going, it didn't matter. The chase continued for hours, far away from the scene of the awful, disgusting, contaminating, and very relieving crime. |
Well hello again. It's been a while.
So I was driving along the other week, trying to get my mind off of things. It's been a stressful month. Good, but stressful. And then I see one of those "Adopt-a-Highway" signs, with the name of a sorority on it. And wheels began to turn in my head...
This scenario is what came out.
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Zephyr felt all her insides were in total rebellion, she was so nervous. Could it really be true? Could she really be moving in to this magical place? And could this sorority really be as excellent as it sounded?
She looked up at the house. It was pretty big. Lots of windows (though most had the blinds down). There was a porch that didn’t look like it got a lot of use, although a couple bikes were locked up there. It certainly looked like it was full of young people—a little shabby, art on the door, shoes casually heaped up. But there was no sign of it being a sorority—no big gold Greek Letters over the door, like the fraternities she was used to.
Zeph looked down at herself. She didn’t really look the part of a sorority girl herself, or at least not as she imagined such girls appeared. She was in flip-flops, not high heels; in cutoff jeans, but not super-tight ones; in a thrift-store tank top, not designer wear. And of course her perky blonde hair had gotten a little bit gay, what with the side buzz on her right temple. But she was dressed more conservatively than usual for her, at least—she was wearing a bra! Her small boobs were practically rattling around in it, but she didn’t want to seem…
Well, what? After all, wasn’t that what she was here for? A certain kind of horniness?
Just relax. Come as you are, Kelly had told her. We’re all super-sweet, I’m sure everyone will love you.
Zephyr took a deep breath, shouldered her overnight bag, walked up the steps, and rang the doorbell.
“Just a sec!” someone called.
As Zephyr waited for that someone to open the door, she found her eyes examining the art that hung there. The picture was a stylized beach scene, with a river meeting the sea. And suddenly she realized that there was a sorority sign. Subtly woven into the picture were three Greek letters:
Π Σ Σ
She got a little shiver when she recognized that.
She heard footsteps, then a pause, and then the door swung open.
“Hi!” said the girl who’d opened it. “C’mon in, I didn’t realize it was you!”
Zephyr recognized the girl right away—she’d been here the last time. And what’s more, she even remembered her name: Amanda. It was easy to remember, as there hadn’t been any other big Black girls in the household.
Amanda was definitely on the larger side: big hips, big belly, big boobs, big butt. And big hair to match, too. She wasn’t really Zephyr’s type, but Zeph wasn’t about to say so. She wanted to make a good first impression.
“Is it Zephyr?” came a more-familiar voice: Kelly.
“Sure is!” Amanda sang out. “Seriously, girl, come on in and make yourself at home. Don’t just stand there, you’ll let in the flies.”
Zephyr stepped inside. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness, but as she blinked around she recognized it was just one big room, really—one big room the whole width of the house. There were two doors and the staircase off the back wall, and to the right of the staircase the big room extended further back into an open-plan kitchen.
She also recognized some people. Two brunettes were smiling up at her from one couch—one shyly, the other positively beaming with delight. A lanky redhead was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. And also in the kitchen—well, wiping off her hands and stepping out of the kitchen—was Kelly, who smiled widely from under her raven braid and gave Zephyr a big hug.
“Welcome,” Kelly said. “Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma. Gosh, I’m so excited you’re here. Are you ready for this?”
Zephyr felt a little twinge in her innards again, way down at her crotch. Well, two twinges, really. The pressure of Kelly’s boobs against her were a part of that. But only a part.
“I think so,” she said.
“Well, set your bag down and let me give you the tour. Do you remember everybody?”
“Um—”
“It’s okay, there are lots of us.”
“Hi, I’m Ashley!” said the beaming brunette, bouncing up from her seat. She had a slight accent, and she had a haircut rather similar to Zephyr’s—partially long, partially buzzed—although the longer part was just shy of shoulder-length. Zephyr couldn’t help but admire Ashley’s body. Maybe it was just the athletic gear the girl was wearing, but she looked fit as all hell. Nice boobs and butt, a little rounder and fuller than Zeph’s own, but her arms and legs spoke to a lot of workouts.
“I’m Kari,” said the redhead. She was very slender, with only a trace of curves, and her hair was cut fairly short.
“I’m Amanda,” said Amanda.
“And this is Sophie,” Kelly said, gesturing to the other brunette—who smiled again and waved, very shyly.
“We’re missing one—Bella should be home soon,” Kelly went on. “Let me show you around, though! First stop—the Bunkroom! Here’s where you’ll sleep.”
The leftmost door in the back wall led to a spacious room that was largely filled by two sets of bunk beds and a lot of dressers.
“Ashley and Kari like the top bunks, so lucky you, there’s a lower bunk open,” Kelly said.
“Not a lot of privacy,” Zephyr pointed out.”
“That’s true. But from what you tell me, you’re pretty open, yeah? And after a while here, you’ll see just about everything, almost… This here is the Study Room,” she added, gesturing to the other door. “If you ever just want to get shit done and not be distracted, that’s the room for you. Kitchen, obviously… door to the back yard, such as it is… the real fun is upstairs.”
Kelly led the way, and Zephyr followed. Amanda came up behind them. Kari had gone back to chopping, and Ashley and Sophie had resumed their seat on the couch.
After a landing, the stairs brought them to a hallway that ran off to the right. To the left was an open door, but Kelly led the way down the hallway. “Bathroom there, we’ll come back to that… Here’s Bella’s room. I’ll let her show that to you, she’s got it set up the way she needs it and it’s best not to mess with it.”
“Over here, though,” said Amanda, “is my room, and you can mess with it a lot if you’ve got good ideas.” And she led the way into the big bedroom.
Amanda’s room was covered in coziness. A big bed, covered in pillows and stuffed animals, with gauzy drapes hanging over it. The couch that faced the bed looked incredibly comfy, too. And the hardwood floors that they had been walking on were covered in big fluffy throw rugs. There were cheerful posters and paintings on the walls.
“Bath mats,” Amanda said, running her toes over the nearest rug. “All of ‘em. Super absorbent and washable, but still nice on the feet.” She winked. “Oh, and the top drawer of the dresser is where we keep the toys. Try any of ‘em that you want, hon, just be sure to wash up after.” She turned to face Zephyr. “You are welcome here any time, hon. This door is always open, and I do mean always. So I want you to feel at home here, mmkay?”
“Thank you,” Zephyr said.
“Now let’s check out the balcony!” Kelly said.
There was a back door to the room, and Amanda led the way through it onto a spacious deck that overlooked a rather small lawn.
“We are not big lawn people,” Kelly said, “although sometimes the grass comes in handy. But we do like to hang out up here.” And indeed there were a lot of deck chairs. “We tan up here a lot. As far as we can tell, nobody in the other houses can see us when we’re lying down, so if you want to tan completely, be our guest.”
Zephyr, who loved wearing as few clothes as possible, felt that little twinge in her crotch again.
“Underneath the deck, Ashley’s got a little gym set up, if you want some weight training,” Kelly said. “But if we go this way…”
They stepped back inside the house and into a bedroom even bigger than Amanda’s. This room was not nearly so cozy. It did have an immense bed that looked big enough for four people, and two mats similar to the ones in Amanda’s room, but the walls were more stark. The tall dresser beside the bed was covered in vases and pitchers. And at the bedside…
“Whoops,” Kelly said. “Forgot to put that away...” And she grabbed what was obviously a sex toy from the bedside table and dropped it into a drawer. She turned to face Zephyr. “My room,” she said, unnecessarily. “Walk-in closet over there—let me know if you need to store some clothes there, we haven’t filled it up yet. You’ll spend some nights here, too.”
Twinge…
“Door back to the hallway there, and door to the bathroom here,” Kelly said, leading the way once again.
The bathroom was huge.
On the right, as they walked in, was a long countertop, matched by an equally long mirror. It had not one but two sinks, and bright lights all around the mirror. “Big enough for three or four of us to do our makeup at once,” Kelly said, “and the tub’s big enough for about the same number, if we get cozy! It’s got jets, too…” The bathtub was indeed immense. But there was also a shower—and, as if somewhat forgotten in the corner, a single toilet.
Another twinge. Not in quite the same place, although it was close. A bladder twinge, this time. Zephyr momentarily thought about hanging back after Kelly left. But Amanda was coming into the room behind her, and besides…
…So soon?
Kelly walked out of the bathroom and down the steps. “Here’s the Code,” she said, pausing on the landing.
Zephyr came down the steps and stopped beside her. There was a framed sign hanging on the wall, right where everyone had no choice but to see it. It was hand-lettered and hand-decorated, and read:
The ΠΣΣ Code
1. In this house we play, by ourselves or with each other,
but always with safety and consent.
2. Safety: Don’t let it hurt—at least not for long.
If it hurts, let it out—at least a little.
3. Consent: Before any play, talk it out before and after.
Use the Stoplight System.
4. Use the Hair Tie System, too.
5. Eat healthy and drink lots.
6. No play in the Study Room—ever.
7. Be careful about bringing people over.
Be even more careful about bringing people in.
“There’s a better version somewhere,” Amanda said. “Says a bit more. But this one’s the prettiest, so it got to go up on the wall.”
“And that’s that!” Kelly said. “Oh, I think Bella’s home…”
All three of them walked down the steps. Another girl was closing the door behind her. She was blonde, wearing a knee-length white dress and big dark sunglasses, and in her hand was a blind person’s cane. Underneath that dress… well, this girl was curvy in all the right places.
“Hi, Bella!” Kelly called as she walked down. “Oh, wait, look out, Zephyr’s bag—”
Ashley jumped up just then, as if to grab that bag—but she froze for a moment, clenching her fists at her sides. Bella had apparently heard Kelly’s warning, however, and froze too. Instead of folding up her cane, as she’d been about to, she instead did a quick sweep around her ankles.
“It’s all right, I’ve got it,” Ashley said, again in that lovely accent. It sounded eastern European. Ashley pulled Zephyr’s bag out of the way.
“Thank you, Ash,” Bella said, gratefully. She had a lovely voice. She walked fearlessly to a chair facing Ashley and Sophie’s couch, sat down, and crossed her legs. “Whew. Long day.”
“How are you doing?” Ashley asked.
“Oh, fairly well. I haven’t—”
“Bella,” Kelly said, cutting in warningly, “Zephyr’s here.”
“Oh!” Bella said. “Pleased to meet you at last, Zephyr.” She held out a hand.
Zephyr hurried over to take it. “I’m pleased to meet you, too,” she said, and meant it.
Bella cocked her head. “Hmm. Where are you from?”
“The Midwest?”
“Yes, that would explain it.”
“So… um…”
Bella chuckled. “Yes, I’m blind. Not totally. I see colors, especially if there’s a lot of light. But I have trouble with shapes and virtually no peripheral vision.”
“Can… can you see me?”
“With my eyes, I can see that there’s a shadow in front of me,” Bella said. “With my hands, I could see a bit more. Once we’ve gotten to know each other better. People sometimes find it a little—much for a first meeting.”
Zephyr nodded, then realized how stupid this was, and said, “Oh, I see—wait, I mean—”
Bella chuckled. “If I were that thin-skinned, Zephyr, I would never leave the house. If there’s anything you’re curious about or wondering about, just ask.”
“I’m curious about how you’re doing,” Ashley said.
“I’m on track for today,” Bella told her, turning her head slightly to face toward Ashley.
“What does that mean?” Zephyr asked.
Bella paused for a long second before answering. “Well, you know what we do here, right?”
“We’ve all been tiptoeing around it,” Amanda said.
“Better to get it over with,” Kelly said.
“Hmm. Must I?” Bella said, quietly. “To a stranger?”
“I’ll tell!” Ashley said. “I haven’t peed since lunch. I’m at 6, close to 7.”
There was a slight pause as they all took this in—and then Kari said, “I went a little more recently, but I’m at a 6, too. Trying to catch up.”
“Nice!” Amanda said, nodding and smiling at both Ashley and Kari. “Kelly?”
“I’m taking tonight off.”
“Well, I’m at maybe a 4, if anyone wants to know,” Amanda said. “Sophie…?”
But the shy girl just shook her head. In fact, she had yet to say anything at all.
“For the record that was a head-shake,” Amanda said.
“Yes, I heard,” Bella said. “As for me, if we’re doing this… I haven’t used a toilet since I woke up.”
Ashley grinned, but there was a fierce look in her eye. “Someday, Bella!”
“But not today,” Bella said—and there was a bit of smugness in her voice.
“What level?”
“Oh, I’d say… 7? 8? If I had to put a number on it. Certainly no problem at the moment. I won’t be trying for an all-night hold, however.”
“How about you, Zephyr?” Kelly asked. “Just jump right on in. Do you need to pee?”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy, now,” Kelly said. “You know that’s what we’re all about.”
“Let the girl ease into it if she wants,” Amanda said, gently swatting Kelly’s arm.
“Um… yeah. I do. Kinda.”
“Well, if you want to try a hold your first night here, we’d all be delighted,” Amanda said, “but if you’d rather just watch, that’s okay too. Nobody’s going to rush you into anything.”
“Thanks…”
“Just FYI, Kari and I are having a contest,” Ashley said.
“Uh—you mean—a holding contest?”
“Yeah!” Ashley said. “First one to pee takes the L. You wanna join in?”
“Ashley, that’s a yellow light for me,” Kari said.
“Oh shit, sorry. What’s up?”
“I’d rather I got to know Zephyr a little bit more first,” Kari said.
“That’s fair!” Ashley said, and turned back to Zephyr. “Sorry. Not tonight. But soon—I’ll take you on! See what the new girl’s got, huh?”
“Um… sure.” And then, because Ashley was making lots of those twinges happen, she added: “I’d like that.”
“It’s a deal,” Ashley said.
“But before any of that,” Kelly said, “let’s finish making dinner, huh?”
Zephyr, a little relieved, hurried to help—and with extra hands, the meal was soon ready. They ate around the table, which was just big enough for all seven of them: three to a side and Kelly at the head. Zephyr couldn’t keep her eyes off of Ashley, who was definitely showing some signs of needing to pee. She was probably the most visibly desperate of the whole group, squirming in her seat a lot. But Kari wasn’t that far behind. Amanda had seated herself next to Zephyr to make the new girl welcome, made a few gestures of needing to go, herself—but mostly she was making eye contact with Ashley and Kari, and when those two girls gave her the thumbs-up, she smiled warmly and made encouraging expressions: silent You go, girl! or Hold on, you got this! And to Bella, who was seated on Amanda’s other side, Amanda asked just once, “Need any help?” To which Bella serenely replied, “No, thank you.”
Meanwhile Amanda and Kelly were keeping the conversation going nicely, drawing Zephyr in routinely. Kelly had a wicked sense of humor, and Zephyr couldn’t help but laughing. Neither, apparently, could Ashley, who finally cried out, “Oh shit, Kelly, don’t make me laugh any more! It’s not fair!”
“Now, now, I’m making Kari laugh too.”
“She doesn’t laugh as hard as I do!”
“And my money’s still on you, Ash. So maybe I’m just trying to make it interesting, huh?”
“Ooooooh, I’ll show you…”
“Yes, that’s what I want you to do,” Kelly said.
“I’ve gotta help with cleanup, too!”
“That’s one of the rules here,” Kelly said. “If you didn’t cook, you help clean up.”
“I didn’t help a lot,” Zephyr said. “Should I help clean?”
“No, no. You certainly did help,” Kelly said. “But if you’re feeling particularly chivalrous, you could take over scrubbing the pans. I don’t think Ashley or Bella particularly want to be dealing with running water right now.”
“I generally do the drying, anyway,” Bella said. “Much easier for me.”
After dinner, Sophie vanished into the Bunkroom, having said very little all night (but having grinned at all of Kelly’s wit). Ashley and Amanda helped load the diswasher, moving a little gingerly. Zephyr did scrub one of the pans (Amanda did the other) and Bella, who moved with some confidence into the kitchen without her cane, did indeed do the drying. Then the blind blonde said, “Well, ladies, I’m pretty tired. I think I will go up.”
“Need any help?” Amanda asked again.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“How full?” Ashley asked.
“Oh, certainly an 8 by now. And with what I just drank it will be a 9 before bed.”
Ashley shook her head. “I don’t know how you do it…”
“How do you get to Carnegie Hall’s bathroom?”
Ashley laughed. “Can I hug you?”
“Of course,” Bella said. And as Ashley did so—her head coming up just to Bella’s chin—Bella said, “Zephyr, it’s always a good idea to ask me about hugs and so on. I generally say yes—almost always, for the sisters. But not by surprise.”
“Got it,” Zeph said.
Bella bent slightly and kissed Ashley’s head. “Good night and good luck, darling,” she told the shorter girl.
Ashley squeezed a little tighter—she seemed to be relishing Bella’s boobs—and then let go at last. She had to cross her legs as she did.
Amanda got a hug from Bella, too, and then the blind girl walked fearlessly and unerringly toward the stairs and up them.
“She’s really—” Zephyr began. But Kelly waved her silent. “Good ears,” she whispered, when Bella had gone all the way up.
“And she’s really gonna hold it until she goes to bed?”
“Usually does!”
Kari and Ashley were now sitting at opposite ends of the couch, very deliberately looking at their phones and not each other. Both were showing considerable signs of restlessness. Kelly watched them with naked interest, but made no move to join them. Instead she stood talking to Zephyr for a bit.
“So,” she said. “You saw the Code, but let me explain a little bit more.”
“Yes please.”
“The stoplight system is pretty simple. Red Light means you stop playing. No matter what. No matter how close you are to what you want, you stop, no questions asked.”
“So if something bad happens…?”
“Yes. If someone crosses a line, maybe, or does something that really wasn’t discussed, or does something unsafe or painful. Or even just for practice.”
“Practice?”
“You bet. People get afraid to call a Red Light. So every now and then, we just do one for practice, so we all get used to doing it. You should call a Red Light soon. Not in your very first playing, I think—but soon. And we can call them on the people playing even if we’re not playing ourselves, by the way.
“Yellow Light means you’re not comfortable with something. Whoever you’re playing with, they should stop what they just did, or back off. But if you call a Yellow, you really need to explain what went wrong.
“Green Light, of course, means ‘keep going,’ or ‘more, please.’ Brown Light: gotta stop because I gotta poop. We don’t like that too much. If you can, take care of all that before playing. But it happens sometimes. And then Night Light is just ‘I’m too tired to play, or to keep playing.’”
“Got it.”
“Generally speaking, don’t go through a closed door. And if there’s a hair tie on the doorknob, it means don’t even knock, we’re playing. But a hair tie on a door that’s not closed means ‘Come on in and join.’”
“Okay.”
“That’s most of it! Oh—Rule 7. So everyone’s agreed to give you a try. But you’re still on probation for now.”
“What do I need to do?”
“You just need a Green Light from everyone. One Red Light and you’re out, no questions asked. Any Yellows and you’ll need to improve at something to get the Green.”
“What am I getting judged on?”
“Oh, it’s a little different for each of us. But I’ll tell you this much: odds are pretty good it’s gonna involve pee.”
“You mean, like…?” Zephyr nodded toward Ashley and Kari. Since her own bladder was now quite full, it was rather on her mind.
“Holding it? Oh yes. For Ashley, for Sophie, and for me.”
“I have a few other things I look for,” Amanda said. “But you’ll be holding while I check ‘em out.”
“What about Kari? And Bella?”
“You’ll find we all like somewhat different things. Kari and Bella will tell you what they’re looking for when they’re ready. But in general—don’t be an asshole, be a good sport, be willing to try things but also set your red lines… and of course clean up your mess.”
“My pee?”
“Any mess. Don’t care if it’s dirty clothes or dirty dishes.”
“Okay.”
Kelly patted her shoulder. “You’ll probably be just fine, Zeph. But for now, I’m going upstairs.”
“How about you?” Amanda asked Zephyr. “Turning in soon?”
“Uh—I’m not really sleepy…” Her eyes wandered over to Ashley.
Amanda chuckled. “It’s getting exciting over there, isn’t it?” she said. “But Kari wanted to get to know you a bit more first.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Kari, Ash—would you like to take this up to my room?” Amanda called.
“I’m okay anywhere,” Ashley said, and looked to Kari.
“Yeah, let’s go up,” Kari said. “No offense, Zephyr, but this is about to get a little hotter and heavier and, well…”
“It’s okay,” Zephyr said. “I understand.” But she followed Ashley with her eyes as the two girls went upstairs. Ashley was, after all, clutching her crotch. And she had the cutest butt…
Amanda flipped deadbolts on the outside doors and turned to Zephyr. “I’m gonna go lend those two a hand,” she said. “I like helping everybody out. But whenever you want to come up to my room for a little play, you’ll be welcome.”
“Thanks,” Zephyr said, a little uncertainly.
“Sleep well, now. Oh, and if you pee before bed tonight, remember the door rules apply to the bathroom, too.”
If?
Left alone, Zephyr sat on the couch for a bit. Anxiety and arousal chased each other through her body. This was either gonna be the hottest thing ever or the weirdest thing ever. After all, it sounded like they were expecting her to hold her pee with each other member of Pi Sigma Sigma, in turn. That was something she’d always done exclusively in private. Especially the getting-herself-off part that so often followed right after. Although she’d always found it intensely sexy when other girls around her had needed to pee… and it looked like there would be plenty of that…
Including right now. Upstairs, there were at least two girls holding their pee as long as they could. Maybe three, if Bella hadn’t gone yet.
And down here, there was another. She really needed to go by now.
She headed for the stairs—and stopped. She could wait a little longer. After all, that’s what Pi Sigma Sigma was all about, right?
She squeezed her pee back, with a visible effort: crossed legs and a bit of a grimace.
There was a small sound, like someone taking a sharp breath. She looked over at the door of the Bunkroom.
Sophie was there, in a nightgown that somehow set off her breasts to excellent advantage, and hung short of her knees. Her hair was down, a tad rumpled. She was gripping either side of the doorframe with her hands. Her legs were crossed, and there was a look in her eye. It was a look Zephyr had often seen aimed at her, but never from someone who seemed so shy. It was a look of pure lust.
Sophie realized she’d been caught looking, and blushed beet red. But she didn’t move. She kept her hands and legs where they were, silently sending out an I’m bursting message.
Then the small quiet girl said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really glad you’re here.”
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All right, folks. We're just getting warmed up here.
As you might guess from the story, there are going to be six more stories of holding it, holding contests, desperation, peeing, and yes, sex. And that's just to get Zephyr off of probation. After that there are so many more possibilities... so many more...
Too many, in fact, for one man to write (even someone who can write as fast as me). To really do this saga justice before the end of the world, I'm going to need a little help. I'd love to collaborate on these stories with anyone who would like to. PM me if you're interested!
A few clarifications: this is straight-up fantasy. If you liked Meagan & Parker (my last series) because of the careful plotting and character development, I hate to disappoint. If you liked M&P because of the grounded realism, this ain't the tale for you. If you liked it because of all the bursting bladders and squirmy situations—if you were wishing that Meagan and Dacy and Zephyr all had a holding contest,lost all control, and then fucked each other—then this series is absolutely for you.
Yes, this is Zephyr from Meagan & Parker. But it's a "fictionalized" Zephyr. Pi Sigma Sigma doesn't exist in the world of Meagan and Parker. Zephyr has also moved from bi-curious to outright-bi-if-not-veering-into-gay. She's still pee-shy, though.
And yes, we will see all the characters we met here desperate to pee at some point.
Let's have some fun! |
WARNING: Lots of sexual content -- and also sexual consent.
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Chapter 2: Kelly in Command
Zephyr’s first full day at Pi Sigma Sigma (ΠΣΣ) was fairly uneventful. The girls got up, made food, took showers, did their makeup and hair (or not, as the case might be), went to class or went to work, came home, made more food, hung out, and went to bed. The only thing that marked them as a little different was that Kelly made them all smoothies in the morning. Zephyr’s was filling enough that she barely ate anything else for breakfast. “What’s in this?” she asked.
“The patented Pi Sigma Sigma mix,” Kelly said.
“Not actually patented,” Kari added, amused.
“Some protein, a little fat, and a big ol’ bunch of fiber,” Kelly went on, as if Kari hadn’t said anything. “It’s a little gross to think about, but we do try to keep ourselves nice and regular. That makes it sound like we’re all a bunch of old ladies eating prunes, but after your first Brown Light, you’ll understand.”
To Zepyhr’s relief, the rest of the meals were much more normal, and much less uniform. Amanda made soul food every now and then. Ashley was all about sports drinks and constant snacks—unless, she said, pierogies were involved. Kari was vegetarian, Bella ate plenty of meat… and so on.
On Zephyr’s second full day, however, Kelly came up to her at breakfast, handed her the standard smoothie, and said, “So Zephyr. Would you like to play with me tonight?”
Zeph had been waiting for this moment, but somehow hearing it straight out caught her by surprise. She shivered (though the house was warm) and said, “Yes.”
“Great!” Kelly said. “Can we agree to stay hydrated today? Pee as much as you want at school, whenever you want, but drink plenty. Would you like some juice to help?”
“Uh—sure. To all of that.”
So Kelly sent Zephyr off to class with a bottle of fruit juice mixed with water, plus her usual water bottle. Kelly said she’d drink the same. Zephyr was seriously distracted, between the constant sipping, the very frequent need to run off to the restroom, and the memory of Kelly’s last words:
“Can we also agree not to pee once we get home from class tonight? We’ll work out the rest of the play then.”
Zephyr finished off both bottles over the course of the morning and afternoon. When it was time to head back to the house, she felt a little pressure in her bladder—just the barest hint that she needed to go. It would be her last chance. She decided not to take it.
By the time she got back to ΠΣΣ House, she was feeling her bladder just a little bit more (for some reason she was very tuned in to it today!)—but she was feeling far more than that. Excitement, nervousness, confusion…
Kelly was waiting for her. “How are you?” she asked.
“I’m good,” Zephyr said. “A little nervous.”
Kelly nodded. “I get it. Would figuring out what we’re gonna do tonight help with that?”
“Probably. I’m kinda unclear…”
“Sure, we haven’t really said anything, have we? So here’s what I had in mind. Nothing fancy or complicated for your first time: we’ll just hold it as long as possible.”
“Like a contest?”
“Naw,” Kelly said. “You’ll get plenty of that from Ashley—she makes everything a contest. But what I like is being in charge. So what I was think was, you can’t pee until I say so. I hope that’s okay.”
There was that shiver again. And Zephyr felt her arousal growing. “Yeah. That’s okay.”
“Great! A couple other questions. Would you like me to decide where you pee, or would you like choices?”
“Choices, please.”
“Mmmhmm. And are you okay with me watching?”
“I… I think so.”
“Touching?”
“Um… yes.”
“Getting naked?”
“Yes.”
“You were pretty clear on that!”
“I don’t like wearing much, if I can get away with it.”
“Oooh, excellent. Okay, last question. Do you want this to be sexual?”
“Um—is ‘not sexual’ even an option?”
“It is for some of us,” Kelly said. “Kari’s ace, and Amanda is more about the helper aspect than the turn-ons.”
“For me, it’s sexual,” Zephyr said.
A wicked smile spread across Kelly’s face. “Excellent.”
After that seriously exciting talk, Zephyr was surprised that Kelly simply turned to making dinner, and invited her to join. They worked side-by-side, and then ate side by side. Unlike Zephyr’s first night, not everyone was home for dinner, but Amanda and Sophie were there, and ate with them. Zephyr barely tasted the meal, however. She definitely needed to pee now. She wasn’t desperate yet, but she was sure she would be soon. Kelly wasn’t showing much sign.
But then, as they finished up, Kelly laid a hand on Zeph’s hand and said, “So. Do you need to pee?”
Zephyr swallowed. Here we go. “Yes.”
“Good. So do I. How much? Scale of one to ten.”
“Umm… five? Six?”
Kelly nodded. “I can promise you,” she said, “that neither one of us is going to pee until you’re all the way at ten.”
Then she cleared her plate.
While Amanda and Sophie got dinner for Bella, who had just come home, and attended to the dishes, Kelly took Zephyr by the arm. “Shall we go up?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Have fun!” Amanda said.
Zephyr felt a little odd, knowing that every girl in the house knew she was about to have sex… and not just regular sex, but wet sex, desperate sex. It was a strange feeling. And it was a little sexy.
Well, maybe a lot sexy.
It was much warmer in Kelly’s room, being upstairs. Kelly slipped a hair tie over the doornob and shut the door. “I’m sorry I can’t really open the windows,” she said, “considering what we’re up to. But maybe shirts off?”
Zephyr needed no second bidding for that. She immediately shucked off her spaghetti-strap top, baring her lime-green bra underneath. Kelly took off her shirt, too. Zeph took a hungry look at her cleavage; Kelly was probably a B cup, but her bra made her look bigger.
“Do you usually wear a bra?” Kelly asked, sizing up her new housemate.
“Not really… I just felt…”
“I don’t think anyone will miss it if you stop wearing one. You can stop right now, if you want.”
Zeph didn’t need to be told twice on this, either. She unhooked her bra right away, and tossed it down next to her shirt. This left her in shorts (with panties on underneath) and nothing else. Kelly made no move to take her bra off. “Gosh, you’re cute,” she said instead.
“Thanks,” Zephyr said, posing a little.
“Do you like to be touched there?”
“Oh yeah.” It was true—there seemed to be a direct line between Zephyr’s nipples and her crotch. Just a little attention, and she’d be soaking wet.
“May I?”
“…Yes.”
Kelly stepped behind and cradled Zephyr’s small boobs in her hands, gently touching the nipple tips with her thumbs. Zephyr felt the rush at once. She was getting really turned on. And also getting really full. Kelly must have noticed this. “Can I touch a little lower?” she asked.
“Go ahead,” Zeph answered, guessing Kelly was headed for the bladder but hoping she wouldn’t stop there.
She was right about the first part, at least. Kelly found the small patch of firmness on Zephyr’s belly. “How bad do you need to go now?”
“Seven,” Zephyr answered.
“I’m maybe a little behind you.”
“Seems like you’re all the way behind me right now.”
Kelly chuckled. “You know what I meant. You’re moving around a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“Because you need to pee?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think you can hold still for a bit?”
Zephyr tried, then said. “That’s hard!”
“Whenever you need to cross your legs or bend over or hold yourself, you do whatever you need to do. You can do anything you need to—except pee. For that, you need my permission.”
Zeph had thought she was getting wet when Kelly had touched her nipples. But that was nothing next to what she felt after hearing Kelly’s words.
“As for me,” Kelly went on, “I definitely need to pee, too. But I’ll wait until you have peed first. I don’t intend to let you go for a while yet, though. So we’re both gonna be bursting for a bit, huh?” She stepped to Zeph’s side and unbuttoned her own shorts. “Here, would you like to feel?”
Zephyr’s hand found a definite tightness in Kelly’s body, right where the bladder was. But then her own bladder made its own demands, and Zephyr had to cross her legs and squeeze.
Kelly laughed, deep and low. “Gosh, you’re cute. I think I just want to watch you for a bit!”
And so she did, sitting on the edge of the bed with her own legs crossed, watching as Zephyr wrestled with her bladder. It really was a wrestling match. Zeph was wriggling and scissoring her legs, and constantly shifting from foot to foot and place to place in the room.
“Mmmm,” Kelly said, after a particularly dramatic and necessary squirm. “How badly do you need to go now?”
“Eight. Maybe eight and a half.”
“Gosh. Are you always this visible…? I guess you are, otherwise I never would have spotted you.”
“How long were you watching me, in class?”
“Oh, most of the quarter. But that extra-long lecture… that’s what made me sure. You looked ready to burst, but you kept drinking.”
“Is that when you introduced yourself?”
“Honestly?” Kelly said. “No, not that day. I had to go home quickly after that—and do this.” She slipped two fingers down past the undone button of her shorts and into her panties.
“You really—?”
“Absolutely,” Kelly said. “I’ve never been so turned on in a lecture in my life.” She kept rubbing herself. “Would you like a vibrator?” she asked suddenly. “I should have offered earlier, we could have found one that really works for you…”
Zeph shook her head. “I’m good… but can I take my shorts off?”
“You go right ahead.”
Down to just her panties, Zephyr was wriggling all the more now. She already wanted to grab her crotch, but she thought she’d need that for later. Instead she kept moving, moving, moving. Cross legs. Uncross and do them the other way. Press thighs together tightly without any crossing at all. Sit on the edge of the couch, facing Kelly, and double-cross the legs. Stand up again a minute later. Maybe bend over if necessary. Furtive move toward her crotch, which she caught in time and quelled. Later…
She whimpered.
As if that were a signal, Kelly stood up and dropped her shorts. “My god,” she said. “You are unbelievably cute. Can I kiss you?”
There was something about the request—something in Kelly’s voice—that made Zephyr realize Kelly maybe didn’t ask that of everyone.
“Yes,” she said, breathless with arousal.
Kelly stepped close, and laid one hand on the buzzed side of Zephyr’s head, the other hand on the smaller girl’s hip. She looked deep into Zephyr’s anxious, desperate eyes, and kissed her.
It was quite a kiss: sweet and tentative, at first. Zephyr answered it hungrily, and felt Kelly respond. The hand on her hip slid along her back. Zepyhr’s arms crossed over Kelly’s shoulders. They only broke apart when both of them—at the same moment—had to squeeze hard to fight back their pee.
“Damn, but you’re tasty,” Kelly said, gasping again.
“Can I… can you take your bra off?”
“Of course,” Kelly said.
Then it was fondling—downright groping—for a little while. Kelly pulled them down on the bed. They felt each other up, felt each other all over, every now and then pausing to fight back the latest surge of pee trying to break loose. Then Kelly merged the two. “I’ll hold you if you hold me,” she whispered in Zeph’s ear.
Zephyr nodded eagerly and found Kelly’s crotch. Kelly’s hand slid over hers, thumb pressed on the pee-hole, forefinger on the clit. She’d found the exact place instantly. Zeph copied her.
They helped each other this way for a little while. But then Zephyr had to break away. “If you make me cum, I’m gonna piss in your bed,” she said.
“Well, that’s happened before,” Kelly said calmly—but her cheeks were deeply flushed and her breath was still coming fast. “No need to wash the sheets if we don’t need to.”
“Kelly?”
“Yeah, cutie?”
“I can’t hold it any more.”
Kelly smiled—a sultry smile. “Just what I wanted to hear. Are you about to piss your panties?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Take ‘em off.”
Zephyr yanked them down. Kelly stood up and slid off her own. They stood, naked, both of them grabbing their groins. Kelly’s boobs were heaving with her fierce arousal. Zephyr, for her part, was dripping wet—but she hadn’t let one drop of pee fall, not yet.
“Still can’t hold it?”
“Nuh-uh. I gotta… I gotta…”
“So you’ve got a choice,” Kelly said firmly, over Zephyr’s panicked gasping. “You may pee anywhere you like in the bathroom except the toilet. Bathtub, shower, either sink: go for it.”
Zephyr ran to the bathroom door. Just as she was about to open it, however, a thought flashed through her mind: what if one of the other girls was in there? She didn’t mind being seen naked, of course. But this wasn’t just nakedness and this wasn’t just pee-holding. This was sex like she’d never felt before. She wanted Kelly’s fingers in her, Kelly’s tongue on her. She wanted another kiss just as badly as she wanted to pee. Bringing a third person in—now—she couldn’t do it.
Kelly saw her predicament. “I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” she said, and opened the bathroom door. She then quickly strode across the bathroom—still clutching herself all the while—to slip another hair tie over another doorknob, and shut the door to the hallway as well. “We’re good,” she said, turning back to Zephyr.
“What… what if someone else needs to use the bathroom?”
“Then they’ll play with us for a bit on the other side of the door, whether they like it or not,” Kelly said with a grin. “It happens. Part of the price we pay to live in Pi Sigma Sigma. But I don’t think we’ll be in here long. Come here, cutie.”
Zephyr ran to her, and Kelly kissed her again. And again. And more and more until Zephyr had to break free with a panicked squeal and say, “Sorry, sorry, but I can’t—I can’t—”
“Can’t hold it in?” Kelly asked.
“No…”
“Okay, you have your choice. Anywhere but the toilet.”
Zephyr looked around wildly.
“If I could make a suggestion,” Kelly said, “I’d really like to pee with you. So maybe not the sinks.”
Zephyr nodded, absently, frantically—and ran into the shower. Kelly followed.
“All right, girl,” Kelly said. “Your very first play peeing in Pi Sigma Sigma. Go ahead and let go, and I’ll be right behind you.”
Zephyr let go…
…Or tried to.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t! I can’t pee!”
“Why not?”
“Not… not when you’re looking…”
“Aww, are you pee-shy?” Kelly asked.
Zephyr nodded again.
There was a flash of irritation on Kelly’s face, instantly replaced with compassion. “Okay. So this is a good example of a Yellow Light, when something's wrong and we need talk some more. Am I too close? Could I watch from the bathtub?”
“I can’t have you looking at all…”
Kelly hesitated, just a second, and then said, “Okay, I’ll use one of the sinks. Is that okay? Can you let go if I can still hear you?”
“I dunno…”
“Let’s try.” Kelly jumped out of the shower and closed the door behind her. Zephyr could see her silhouette through the frosted glass, moving over to the sink (one hand still firmly gripping her crotch). “Okay, I’m ready,” Kelly said. “Just let me know when you’re going.”
It took Zephyr a little while longer, knowing that Kelly would still hear—but by now the urge was overpowering. After all, she standing naked over a drain, and she’d been desperate for quite some time. She bent her legs a little, and her stream broke loose.
Zephyr’s streams had a tendency to be strong but narrow. This one was even more so than usual. It hit not the floor, but the door. Zephyr cried out involuntarily.
“Whoa, you’re loud!” Kelly said from the sink, and a moment later the sound of her stream hitting the sink basin mingled with the sound of Zephyr’s fountain.
It took Zephyr a while to empty out. Kelly finished faster, got down off the sink, and walked back over to the shower. When she heard Zephyr let out a last gush, she opened the shower door, took Zephyr by the hips, and pulled her close for another kiss.
“I wish I could have seen that,” she said, when they broke apart for breath. “We need to work on your pee-shyness, girl. But you can make up for it.”
“How?”
Kelly stuck out her tongue and licked Zephyr’s lips. “That’s how…”
A little while later, they both lay spread out on Kelly’s bed, wrapped in the afterglow.
“So,” Kelly said. “How do you like your aftercare?”
“Aftercare?”
“We just did a hard thing. Holding ain’t easy. So now we relax. Treat ourselves a bit. What would you like: hot bath? Hot shower? Hot chocolate? Regular chocolate?”
“Can I choose more than one?”
“Of course.”
They showered together first, then wrapped up in big fluffy bathrobes back on the bed, splitting a chocolate bar between them.
“You are such a cutie,” Kelly said for the eighth time that night. “You could almost make me gay.”
“Wait, you’re not?”
“Not really. I am seriously into pee, though, so it still works for the sisterhood. But…” she reached over to the drawer and pulled out a dildo. “I still love cock. More than pussy. Even so, you are just a delight.” She stroked Zephyr’s cheek. “Ashley’s gonna love you.”
“But you…?”
“Oh, we will do this again,” Kelly said. “Most definitely. As often as we like. I just think you and Ashley are gonna go up like fireworks… she’s very gay.”
“What about the others?”
“Like I said, Kari’s ace. Bella is bi. Amanda is… whatever she needs to be. Sophie is probably gay, but I’m honestly not entirely sure. Yourself?”
“I like sex with guys, but girls are so much better.”
“I can understand that. I don’t quite agree, but I can understand that.” She kissed Zephyr’s cheek. “Though maybe I agree a little more right now. Wanna stay the night?”
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All right, folks. So I wrote two stories in two days, but I really really can't keep that pace -- not without some backup. If anyone wants to lend a hand, PM me! |
Only took most of a month, sorry -- but good things (I hope!) come to those who wait.
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Ashley’s Game
Maybe the hardest part about living in ΠΣΣ House was the Bunkroom. There wasn’t a lot of privacy, sharing a room with three other girls. It was a dorm room, only worse. There were certain advantages, however. When all the other girls felt like talking (which happened often enough) it was like having a slumber party. And for anyone with any lesbian tendencies at all, of course, it was just spectacular: Ashley and Zephyr and Kari had their shirts off all the time.
But that had its downsides, too. Zephyr had developed quite the crush on Ashley, and they literally were sharing a bunk. Ashley was on top. And yes, it was almost as dirty as it sounded. But not quite dirty enough, since what it really meant was that Ashley slept on the top bunk and Zephyr on the bottom. Zeph couldn’t wait to get her hands on Ashley… and yet most of a week went by, and: nothing.
Then Saturday morning came, and Ashley leaned over the edge of her bunk to peer down at Zephyr, and said (in that wonderful accent), “So, would you like to play a game?”
Zephyr had just been lounging in bed on her phone. “Sure.”
Ashley swung down out of her bunk. She was in just a tank top and panties. She ran to the closet and pulled out something. When she swung back to face Zephyr, the other girl saw it was actually two somethings: one soccer ball and one basketball.
Zephyr hesitated. She’d played both in high school, and she knew Ashley had too. She felt soccer was more of her game, but Ashley was more basketball. So she swallowed her nervousness and pointed to the basketball.
“Excellent,” Ashley said. “But now we need to be fair…”
“Fair about what?”
“Fluids, of course! We need to start empty… come with me!”
Zephyr jumped out of bed and followed Ashley upstairs, not bothering to put on any clothes other than the panties she was wearing. (Maybe the nicest part about living in ΠΣΣ House, from Zephyr’s perspective, was that it was all girls, with not much worry about “modesty.”) They took turns peeing. Then they went down to the kitchen. Kelly had their smoothies ready, but Ashley shook her head. “We’ll get those later,” she said. “We’re gonna go play some ball first.” She pulled out two Gatorades from the pantry cupboard, opened one, and poured it equally into two cups. She handed one cup to Zephyr and chugged the other herself. Zephyr followed suit.
After this pre-gaming, they went back to the Bunkroom and changed into athletic gear for the game.
“So is this a holding game, too?” Zephyr asked as she pulled on her tank top. Ashely was wearing a classic baller t-shirt: sleeves cut off and the sides opened up, so that her sports bra was pretty much just constantly visible. Zephyr, small-chested as she was, had put on a sports bra herself—mostly to avoid chafing.
“Oh yes,” Ashley said. “Let’s work out the rules. Kari and I usually play Horse, but…”
“But you always win,” Kari said, from her bunk.
Ashley looked slightly embarrassed and slightly pleased.
“I could play Horse,” Zephyr said.
“Well, I was hoping we could play 21.”
“Sure, let’s just work out the rules first,” Zeph said, hoping that she could pass off her basketball ignorance by claiming she played a different version of the game. “How do you usually play it?”
“Well, I’ve never played it as part of a holding contest, but here’s what I had in mind. Two-pointers and three-pointers as usual. And still playing to 21, obviously. But instead of free throws every time you make the shot, the other player has to take a drink instead.”
“Got it,” Zephyr said, hoping she had. She didn’t want to look uncool in front of Ashley.
Ashley grabbed the ball and the other bottle of Gatorade, and led the way out of ΠΣΣ House, dribbling down the steps.
“Wait, where are we playing?” Zephyr asked.
“There’s a middle school about ten blocks from here,” Ashley said.
“We’re playing a hold-it game in public?”
“Relax,” Ashley said, “You’ll see. It’s actually very hidden. Except from the school, of course—and nobody will be there on a Saturday morning!”
“You’re sure?”
“Kari and I have played there several times. No problems. Are you okay with that, or is this a Red Light?”
I can’t stop now. “No, it’s fine.”
Ashley climbed the fence into the middle school. Zephyr tossed her the ball and the bottle and then climbed over after her. The basketball court Ashley led them to was in the middle of the school courtyard—surrounded by empty, locked buildings on three sides. There were playing fields, including soccer, off to the fourth side, and houses beyond—but there were trees, too, and fences, and quite some distance. It seemed safe enough.
“I’m the challenger, so you get the ball first,” Ashley said, passing it over. Zephyr dribbled a little in place, then broke left. Ashley blocked her easily, and Zeph’s wild shot clanged off the backboard into the other girl’s hands. Ashley quickly drove to the basket for a layup.
“2-0,” she said, and handed Zephyr the Gatorade bottle.
It didn’t take long before Ashley was up 15-5, and the bottle (though large) was dwindling a little faster than Zephyr liked, especially since most of it was going into her. She redoubled her efforts, and managed to make it 17-9, but then Ashley sank a three-pointer.
“That’s game,” Zeph said. “But I want a rematch.”
“It’s not game yet. I’ve only got twenty.”
“Come on. You really think I’m gonna make twelve points before you make one?”
“No,” Ashley said, “but we’re definitely doing a rematch—and one thing isn’t resetting between games. Don’t you want me to have a few more drinks in me?”
Zephyr conceded that point, and drove hard to the basket—only to get blocked by a well-timed jump from Ashley, who snagged the ball, took it out, and sank another three.
“Can’t believe I fell for that,” Zephyr growled, taking her drink.
“You should know this about me,” Ashley said. “I’m a competitor. Doesn’t matter what I’m competing at. I will find a way to win.”
“You make everything a pissing match?” Zephyr asked.
Ashley laughed.
Zephyr knew she had to stop getting scored on so much in order to have any chance at winning—either the 21 game or the holding contest. She already needed to pee, and it was only going to get worse. She switched her focus to tough defense. This made for a slower, rather more physical game. It wasn’t the kind of physical contact she’d been hoping for with Ashley, and in the moments of body-checking and fouling she was filled with anger and adrenaline… but in between, as one or the other of them paused to take their drinks, she felt a rush as she remembered Ashley’s hard body colliding with hers. The girl was so sexy. And by the looks she was catching in return, the feeling was mutual.
"I will find a way to win…" Zephyr checked the ball back to Ashley, then stripped off her shirt.
Ashley grinned fiercely, and charged. Zephyr blocked her every step. And whether it was the skin or the tough D, Ashley’s shot fell short and Zephyr had the ball back in her hands. The score was 6-4 to Ashley now, and Zeph felt she was finally hitting a good groove. The only problem was that the Gatorade from the first game was now catching up to her, fast. She had to go. She dribbled a little—the ball, not the pee—as she squeezed it back, hoping Ashley wouldn’t notice.
Ashley pulled off her shirt, too.
Well gawDAMN.
It was one thing to see Ashley running around the house in just a bra. It was another thing to see her play ball that way. Especially when it was intended to arouse and distract her. It did so. It distracted Zeph from her bladder for a whole twenty seconds. It distracted her from her game, too, and she airballed.
“You’re getting that, right?” Ashley said, hands on hips, nodding at the ball that was rolling away.
Zephyr cursed again under her breath and jogged after it, every step sloshing the contents of her bladder. She squeezed harder, collected the ball, dribbled (still just the ball) back to the top of the key, and checked the ball to Ashley.
“Still 6-4,” the other girl said.
This game is gonna take forever.
Ashley broke fast from the key and downed a two-pointer before Zeph could hardly move.
Well, maybe not, Zephyr thought, taking yet another drink of Gatorade. How much longer could she play ball and not pee? There wasn’t much Gatorade left by now—they’d have to make do with water—and far too much of it had gone into her. She was fighting the temptation to cross her legs. Couldn’t show weakness, but she knew her play was going to suffer. I need an advantage. Any advantage.
Time to double down, then.
She checked the ball to Ashley, and after catching it, she parked it under her foot (soccer fashion) and stripped off her sports bra. Ashley’s eyes widened. Simultaneously, Zephyr’s nipples hardened. She might be almost totally flat, but boobs were still boobs. And Ashley really wasn’t flat. This move wasn’t something she could easily match.
Zephyr took advantage and drove to the basket as fast as she could, trying to ignore the complaints from her bladder as she ran and jumped and made her shot.
“8-6,” she said cheerfully.
Ashley headed to the bottle and drank. And winced.
Oh good, we’re both feeling it.
Tight defense. Tight shorts, especially right over their bladders. Two clanging misses. Ashley took the ball in again, and juked quick. Zephyr kept pace—for a moment. But something in the pounding of shoes on blacktop, something in the bouncing and the jostling, and her bladder got overloaded. She leaked.
“Shit!” she cried, lurching to a halt and stuffing a hand into her crotch. Ashley looked back… and, despite being entirely undefended, airballed it.
“You’re getting that, right?” Zephyr said.
Ashley groaned and trotted off. Zeph took advantage of the break to check the damage. Nothing major. Her panties felt damp, but they’d been feeling damp with sweat for a while. No major spots. She’d held it.
This time.
Ashley came up slowly, dribbling the ball at a walking pace, and passed it to Zeph. Zeph caught the ball right at chest level and felt Ash’s stare linger on her bare breasts. Zeph lingered over checking the ball, reveling in the other girl’s attention, and also using the time to try and corral her bladder. “Still 8-6,” she said.
Ashley nodded. Just nodded.
Zephyr broke down-court fast, sailed through the air, and sank a clean lay-up.
No wait, that was the plan. What actually happened was she broke down-court fast, jumped, felt her bladder spasm, missed the lay-up, and felt a spurt. No denying it. A major spurt. Ashley collected the ball and gave Zeph a searching look on her way back to the top of the key.
Zephyr looked down at her shorts. Was it noticeably bad? Her shorts were dark. But not dark enough. There was definitely a wet spot. She tried to trot after Ashley. Her bladder screamed in protest. She froze, legs pressed tight together.
“You okay?” Ashley said.
“Fine,” Zephyr said.
“8-6, still.”
“Dear god, this game is gonna take forever…”
This time, trying to move so that her brimfull bladder didn’t spill over again, Zeph could barely keep up, and it was 10-6. Zephyr slowly walked to the Gatorade bottle. It was nearly empty. Barely any liquid sloshing around inside. But the thought of putting that tiny amount of Gatorade inside her, when her bladder was turning into a basketball as it was, was wrenching. Finally she managed to finish off the bottle.
Ashley passed the ball to her. Zeph checked it, and drove in toward the basket once again, dribbling as she went… both ways. Spurt spurt spurt with every step. Tiny little spurts, but real. Her shot clanged off the backboard.
Zeph barely moved as Ashley collected the ball, took it out, checked it, and went in for a layup. If Zephyr had been in better shape to pay attention to anything other than her own bursting bladder, she would have noticed that Ashley was moving rather sluggishly herself. Ashley held the ball and passed Zephyr a water bottle.
“If I drink any of that,” Zephyr said, “I will pee my pants.”
“You haven’t already?”
“Yeah. I have. A little.”
Ashley shrugged. “So have I. You’re still in this. It’s only 12-6.”
“I can barely move.”
“Giving up?”
Zephyr stared at the bottle. And at the bra-clad girl holding it. And at the challenging look on that girl’s face. Give up, and then I can pee? Or hold it longer? For her?
She drank. Somehow, she drank. Somehow she held in the pee that threatened to gush outward with every sip. Somehow she took the ball out. Ashley was waiting for her to move. She couldn’t. Didn’t dare. One jump, just one step in any direction, and she felt like all the pee she was holding would explode all over her shorts, her shoes, and the court. It would look like they’d had a water balloon fight. She. Had. To. PEE.
She looked at Ashley, ready to run—and, without even a jump shot, she somehow, somehow, tossed up a three-pointer from where she stood. Not quite nothing but net, but still a graceful shot.
“Holy crap!” Ashley said. “That was sexy as hell!”
“Drink,” Zephyr said. At least she could take the girl down with her.
Ashley drank, and ran—no, jogged—no, walked—for the ball. And as she bent over, Zephyr saw her hand dart into her crotch. We’re both desperate. But she can still move. She focused on Ashly’s bra and boobs as the girl walked slowly back to take the ball out. Maybe if she focused on her motivation for winning the game…
Ashley checked the ball to her, and just the impact of catching the ball was enough to make her leak. She sat down, not entirely of her own will, down on her heel.
“What’s up?” Ashley said.
“I’m about to piss myself,” Zephyr said. “I can’t… I just can’t…”
“Can’t what?”
“Can’t play. Can’t win. Can’t hold it.”
Ashley nodded. “After all you drank in the first game? I’m amazed you haven’t pissed yourself already.” She cocked her head. “Do you want to piss yourself?”
Zephyr shook her head.
“I don’t want you to, either. Are you forfeiting?”
A nod. A painful nod.
“Yah. I can’t hold it much longer myself. Not with all that bouncing. Do you think you can stand up?”
Shake of the head.
“Better pee right there, then. Can you get your shorts down? Do you need my help?”
It was a painful, prideful struggle, but Zephyr managed to get on her knees and slide her shorts and panties down her thighs. Then she gratefully took Ashley’s hands and raised herself into a squat. She looked up at met the other girl’s gaze, looking down…
Can’t
After a long moment, she said it out loud. “I can’t.”
“What now?”
“I can’t pee.”
“You just said you couldn’t hold it.”
“I can’t. If I move, I leak. But I can’t pee. Not with you looking…”
“Wow. Your pee-shyness is serious,” Ashley said. “I mean, you look like you’re about to burst.”
“I am. If you went away…”
Ashley shook her head. “I gotta see you pee. That’s what I won, y’know? My reward. Getting to see that pee burst out of you…”
Zephyr shook her head.
“You seriously can’t pee? But you can’t hold it, either?”
“I wish I could!” Zephyr burst out. “It fucking hurts! But I can’t! Not when you’re LOOKING!”
Ashley hauled her to her feet. “New plan. Come on.” She kept hold of Zephyr’s hand and led her toward the hoop. Zephyr waddled along behind, shorts still around her ankles. When they reached the pole, Ashley dropped her shorts too.
“We’ll pee together,” she said. “Back to back, leaning against the pole. I won’t be able to see you. Okay?”
Zephyr nodded. It was worth a try. She leaned against the pole and sank down into a squat again. Ashley had dropped down with her: they were still holding hands.
“I’m peeing,” Ashley said, giving Zeph’s hand a squeeze. A moment later, Zephyr heard it, the splatter of piss on the blacktop.
Was it the sound of the other girl’s stream? Or the reassuring, gentle squeeze? Either way, Zephyr let go.
It felt so fucking good.
“I know, right?” Ashley said, and it was only then that Zeph realized—distantly—that she’d said anything out loud. She tried to respond to Ash’s comment but all she could do was moan with relief.
“Heh,” Ashley said. “Our puddles are joining up.”
Zeph looked down it. It was true. She’d left an enormous puddle on the asphalt—but it was now running a little downhill. Ashley’s had done the same, and the two streams were meeting.
Zephyr was still peeing, and panting with relief, as Ashley’s stream tapered off. Ashley twisted around the pole, going down on her knees, shorts still at her ankles. Zephyr was regaining enough non-pee awareness that she realized she could see Ashley’s bare butt. And that Ashley could see hers. But that was just fine.
Ashley kissed her, on the cheek.
Zephyr turned her head and kissed back, not on the cheek.
They broke apart, realizing their situation: Ashley kneeling in their puddle of pee, both of them bare-assed and well more than half-naked on a public basketball court, panting heavily from the game and the pee and the kiss.
“Can… we…?”
Ashley shook her head. “I take things slower than Kelly. I want you, I want you very badly. I’m aching from wanting you, now, not from the pee. But I need to go slower. I just do.”
Zephyr nodded, feeling the orgasm that was just starting to bud deep down inside her… and feeling it fizzle out.
“You definitely get a green light from me, though,” Ashley said. “I’m glad you’re in the house.”
They managed to get dressed again, somehow, and walked back to ΠΣΣ House. They walked slowly, and talked a lot along the way.
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Up next: "In Amanda’s Arms", wherein our heroine learns a lot. |
Thanks, all.
Well, since you asked so nicely, I may do exactly that. Especially since the next sister I need to write was a bit of a blank slate in my mind.
(And for the record, everyone, apparently the phrase "Sweet golden god" is my Kryptonite.)
But for now, here's "In Amanda's Arms." No wetting this time, sorry. But maybe a new twist on an old idea?
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Ashley challenged Zephyr to another holding contest (this time without basketball involved) before the weekend was over. And another one mid-week, while watching TV. But she didn’t let anything go farther than cuddling and the occasional kiss.
Zephyr was pretty much an exhibitionist; as everyone in the house knew by now, she loved getting topless. But she was not so exhibitionist that she’d masturbate in front of a roomful of people, even people she was getting quite friendly with. And sleeping in the Bunkroom with Sophie, Kari, and Ashley made it all but impossible to get herself off.
It was bad enough seeing Ashley naked, or almost so, every dang day. But what made Zeph nearly lose it with frustration was when Ashley, having challenged Zeph to three holding contests in five days, and having spent quite a few evenings cuddled up against the new girl, went and played with Kelly. They were holding it at dinner that night, and when Zephyr slipped upstairs, he saw the hair tie on Kelly’s door. The door, to Zephyr’s dismay, was firmly closed.
Zeph went back downstairs. Well, mostly downstairs. She got as far as the last step and sat down heavily, plunging her head in her hands.
“Hey, hon,” Amanda said, drying dishes. “What’s up?”
Zephyr nearly burst out with her lament, but saw that Kari and Sophie were watching. Bella wasn’t watching, but then of course she wouldn’t be—and she was always listening. So:
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” Amanda said, genially. “C’mon, let’s go up to my room and talk.”
Zephyr reluctantly followed the big girl upstairs, casting a glance in the direction of the hair tie on Kelly’s door.
Amanda plopped herself down on her couch and patted the seat next to her. “All right, let’s hear it.”
It took Zephyr a second, but soon the words were flowing—as hot and urgent as a desperate girl peeing. It all poured out (the words, that is): Ashley and Zephyr’s mutual crush. Mutually unconsummated crush. And now playing with Kelly! When Zephyr wanted her so badly. And, bluntly, wanted sex so badly.
Amanda listened. She was a darn good listener, nodding and “Mmmhmm”ing at all the right points. But when Zephyr started to go through it all again, circling the subject once more, Amanda didn’t let her spin her wheels. Instead she interrupted with, “Oh, girl, you want a hug?”
Zephyr nodded miserably, and a moment later found herself in the biggest, softest hug she’d ever felt.
Zeph had noticed that Amanda’s room actually got more traffic than Kelly’s. Ashley had been pretty laser-focused on the new girl lately, but it seemed that Kari and Sophie and Bella, sometimes two at a time, were often in Amanda’s room for the night. Zephyr hadn’t really seen the appeal. Amanda was the stereotype of the big black woman, massively curved. As much as Zephyr liked boobs, Amanda just seemed… too much. Ashley, lean and mean but with just enough curves in hip size and cup size, was more Zeph’s style.
But now it all made so much sense. It seemed like she could go swimming in Amanda’s arms. Amanda’s boobs were the sweetest, coziest pillows possible. Amanda’s hug felt so loving and comfortable that Zephyr burst into tears. Amanda held her until the crying passed.
“Now, girlfriend, you need to know a few things,” Amanda said. “You might not like to hear them, but you really need to know. One, Ashley gets crushes on everybody. She was on Kari so hard, fell for her like a rock from a helicopter, even though Kari’s asexual and wasn’t really doing touching back then. But Ashley wanted to play every night! Poor Kari had to call it quits, her bladder was so tired. I think Ash had a thing for Kelly, too. She definitely got a crush on Sophie and I don’t even know how they survived that. I swear, if Sophie had blushed any harder she would have plain caught fire. So it’s only natural that she’d latch on to you, too.”
Zephyr’s heart sank at these words. “But then… how come…?”
“How come you ain’t bangin’ like porn stars? Here’s the thing, hon: Ashley’s not looking for sex. She’s looking for love. She’ll crush on any girl she sees, and then she figures out that it’s not love, and she moves on. Broken so many hearts. So she’s actually learning, trying to take things slower with you.”
“This is slow for her?”
“Slower, yeah.”
“Wow.”
“Mmmhmmm. But of course she’s getting just as worked up about you as you’re getting worked up about her. Trust me, she wants you between her legs right now. But since she’s trying not to move too fast, she’s getting Kelly to get her rocks off. Cruel of her, not that she means it that way.
“Which leads me to my second thing: Ashley just ain’t as good as the communication and consent as she really needs to be. She’s learning, she’s definitely learning. But she’s still new to the house. Still coming from a world where girls gotta be chased and conquered. Asking nicely and talking things out clearly just ain’t her way. It’s a problem! To be real honest, girl, I think she’d be out of the house except that she’s sexy as hell and she is learning.
“But that’s thing number three. She is all about chasing, conquering, competing.”
“I noticed, yeah.”
“Oh indeed. So here’s something you oughta know about her: she’s looking for a girl who can out-pee her. Longer hold, bigger bladder, longer distance, more daring… whatever. She’s looking for that competition. And right now—can I take a guess? You’ve been losing.”
“Yeah.”
“So what you need to do, hon, is work on that peeing. Get better at it. If you really want Ashley in your bed—and damn, who wouldn’t?—you’ve gotta put up more of a fight.”
“She doesn’t think I’m good?”
“Girlfriend, she as much as told me that she wants your tongue on her pussy, and hers on yours, every second of every day. I all but guarantee you she’s in Kelly’s room right now wishing it were you. If she didn’t want you, she wouldn’t have thrown down with you three times in a week. She’s trying to build you up, make your bladder stronger. Why she can’t just come out and say that, I don’t know. What she also doesn’t get is that there’s more than one way to build up a bladder. She’s trying her way. But she’s never really figured out my way.”
“Your way?”
“Fighting and drama and games ain’t everything, darlin’. Sometimes you need some good old TLC.”
Zephyr nodded. “I could use that, yeah.”
“And you could probably use a good lay, huh?”
“Uh—yeah.”
“Well, Miss Zephyr, would you like a little help with that? Both of those, I mean?”
Zephyr hesitated.
Amanda stroked her hair. “It’s all right if not. And it’s all right if you’re shy. I can leave you here with all my vibrators and dildos and come back when you’re done. But I do dearly love helping people, darlin’.”
“Uh. Can we try the bladder training first? And come back to the other part later?”
“We most surely can. You gotta go now?”
“A little. Maybe a three.”
“Well, make that a seven or an eight, and then we’ll start.”
Zeph filled up her water bottle and then emptied it down her throat.
“Would you like a coach tonight, or would you like company?” Amanda asked.
“Ummm—company.”
“Can do. Pass me that bottle.”
While waiting for their bladders to fill, they talked about various things.
“I came to the house because of Kelly,” Amanda said. “I’ve actually known her since we were kids. We used to play pee games all the time—I never thought of it as a sex thing. But then Kelly met Sophie. And then they invited me to join in. It was weird the first time—and after that, it felt real natural. Because what gets me off, darlin’, is helping people out. And I made them better holders.”
“How?”
“Oh, you’ll soon see!”
Considering they’d both just chugged a whole bottle, that was true enough. Zephyr was soon shifting in her seat—a lot. Amanda noticed. “Getting there, hon?” she said—more statement than question.
“Uh-huh.”
“Let me know when you hit seven or eight.”
“Um, I’m not sure about that scale…”
“Okay, sure. One, don’t get too hung up on being exact. Nobody really knows, after all. But here’s how I measure it. Zero, you literally just peed. Emptied yourself out. One, you barely notice it. Two, three—it’s there, but not serious. At four, you’d go if you had nothing else to do. Five, you’d go even if you did. Six, things are getting uncomfortable. Seven, you’ve got to do something to hold on—just sitting there waiting ain’t cuttin’ it, you’ve got to squeeze something. Eight, you’ve gotta up your game. Nine, if you stopped doing what you’re doing to hold on for a single second, you’d piss. Ten, you’re about to piss whether you hold on or not.”
“Yeah, I’m at six.”
“Soon, then.”
“Uh—you?”
“Just a three, hon. But I started a little later and I’ve got more practice.”
Soon Zephyr reported that she was having to focus on holding. She was more than shifting in her seat, now—she was clamping down on her puss (and her piss) to hold on.
“That’s seven, girl! All right, why don’t you get on a mat? Just in case, you know. Sit or stand or kneel on a heel—whatever works for you. Then just hold on tight, no matter what! I’m starting to catch up, too—I’d say I blew past four and I’m at five.”
Zephyr positioned herself on one of the bath mats laid out around Amanda’s room. She stood—danced in place, really. Amanda dragged over another mat to be next to Zeph, and seated herself on it cross-legged.
“Now,” Amanda said, “time to really get started. First off, we gotta Kegel. You know that?”
“I know Kegels, yeah.”
“You do them often?”
“Not really.”
“You oughta be doing Kegels every day in this house, missy. Especially if you ever wanna catch Ashley. I’ll tell you, she works every single muscle in her body hard. Her pelvic muscles are no exception. So do some Kegels now, but the real work right now is just holding your pee. Later on you ought hit those Kegels hard, though.”
“Okay.”
“Tighten up and hold it tight for three seconds, then let go for two seconds. Do ‘em with me now. One, two, three—and rest. Two, two, three—and rest…”
“It’s hard, when I relax!”
“We won’t do many more. Three, two, three—”
Soon Zephyr had no concentration left for Kegels. She was squirming, hard, on the bath mat.
“Do you think you’re at eight?”
“Yeah, definitely…”
“Oh, you’re doing so good, hon! You just keep right on holdin’, you got this.” Amanda herself seemed calm, untroubled, steady as a rock—though she reported she was now at a six.
Zephyr crossed her legs. Uncrossed them. Danced a little. Recrossed them. Over and over. Every moment she was focused on holding on. Amanada kept up a steady stream (heh) of praise: “You’re getting stronger by the minute. You just keep right on doing what you’re doing. I’m at six, I’m right behind you.”
Zephyr squeaked and gasped. “Ah! I think I’m at nine…”
“Damn, you sexy thing! Keep it locked down! You got this!”
And then, suddenly:
“Okay, darlin’, Red Light. Go pee.”
“What?” Zephyr asked.
“Red Light, hon!”
“What? Why? What’d I do wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. I’m coaching you on a lot of things, not just holding. One thing you’ve got to learn is that anyone can call Red Light any time, for any reason—or none at all. That’s important, because otherwise people are reluctant to use it when they really should. So you’ve got to practice your Red Lights and Yellow Lights just as much as you practice holding.”
Zephyr gaped.
“I’m not kidding,” Amanda said, a little more firmly. “We’re done for tonight. But—” and here her voice became warm again “—you did great for your first time. And I’ll coach you more tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay. Sounds good.”
“You’re gonna be just fine, hon,” Amanda said. “You’re gonna get so strong, and give Ashley a run for her money. I can’t wait to see it!”
So it went—for three weeks. Zephyr wasn’t in Amanda’s room every night. In fact Amanda set up a “workout routine” for the two of them: three times a week. The rest of the week, Zephyr was on orders to work out other ways (“To build up all your other muscles—they’re all connected, you know”) and to drink water. So much water. Even on days she wasn’t holding, she was to drink and drink and drink. (“That’s the way to keep it clean and healthy, you know.”) She was running to the bathroom constantly. On days when she wasn’t supposed to hold—when she was supposed to let her bladder rest and recover—it was a little tricky, especially when she had classes. It was so tempting to just try and hold it to the end of the lecture, especially since she knew she could. But after one or two days like that, Amanda found out—somehow—just by watching her performance on the workout days. “You’re not so strong today,” she said. “Did you really get enough rest?” So now Zephyr had to come to terms with bolting out of a class to pee even at a level four. Everyone must think I have the smallest, weakest bladder in the school, she thought—and told Amanda so.
“Who cares what they think? All you should care about is getting better and stronger. Which you absolutely are.”
That was the other constant: the total loving embrace of Amanda’s praise. “How much did you drink today…? How many times did you pee…? Really? Badass! You are getting so damn good at this!”
“You got this. Ain’t no pee gonna get outta you, not until you say so.”
“So strong, you sexy girl! Dance that dance! Squirm that squirm! Hold on, just hold on tight!”
This last came as Amanda was hugging Zephyr from behind in her trademark huge hug—both of them needing to go, though Amanda never got as desperate as Zephyr did. Zeph was at a nine, wriggling and struggling. Amanda’s total loving embrace was literal as well as figurative. Zeph was pushing back against Amanda’s body as she wrestled to keep her pee in. What this was doing to the other girl’s bladder, Zephyr never knew. Amanda always waved this away with “Doesn’t matter, hon.”
Zephyr was just in her panties. Amanda was in shorts and a chemise. They were sharing a pad this time.
“Still at nine, hon?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Okay. Tonight we’re gonna push you all the way. All the way to ten. And then a little farther. Panties still dry?”
“Of course,” Zephyr said, resenting the implication.
“Bet you two weeks ago they wouldn’t have been,” Amanda said matter-of-factly. “Bet you two weeks ago you would have pissed yourself by now. But tonight you’re still dry, still holding on. Keep it up, hon. Tonight you’re gonna shine, shine, shine.”
Resentment turned to pride, and Zephyr tugged down her panties. She gasped and bent over with them only halfway down her thighs, two fingers jammed into her cleft.
“Still got it?” Amanda asked.
“Y-yeah…”
“Knew you would. Good girl. I’ll get these off you the rest of the way. I’ll bet you just went up to ten, though.”
“Maybe nine and a half,” Zephyr said, bravely.
“Attagirl. You are getting so good at this!”
“How am I gonna pee tonight? Bathroom? Pitcher?” This last referred to the plastic pitcher that Amanda kept in her room for training purposes.
“Never you mind peeing, hon. Focus on holding. That’s your job right now. Hold on, hold on, hold on tighter. By the way, I’m at eight myself.”
“You’re not even crossing your legs!”
“Yeah? Well, that’s daily Kegels for you. Besides, maybe I will be soon, hmm?”
“Gnnnh!” Zephyr bent over again, the better to drive a second hand in between her legs to reinforce the other.
Amanda stroked Zephyr’s short-cut hair. “Hang in there, honey. You’re doing so well tonight. You can do this.”
“I can’t…”
“You can!”
“I can’t hold it…”
“Don’t say that, honey, because you are holding it, and you’ll keep right on holding it. You’re doing just fine, hon. You’re so damn strong.”
It felt to Zephyr like she was about to explode. All the old phrases—My back teeth are floating; I’m up to my eyeballs; I gotta piss like a racehorse—none of these were enough. She was about to explode all over.
“Hang in there, hon. Hold on.”
“I’m gonna explode.”
“No you aren’t. You’re gonna pee right when you want to, not a moment before. You got this.”
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna hold on.”
Zephyr squeaked. “It’s coming out!”
“Do you want it to come out? Are you done holding?”
“N-nooo…”
“Then hold it in. You can. I know you can.” Amanda slid a hand—the third one, so far—between Zeph’s legs. “I can’t feel any leaks down here,” she said. “You’re doing just fine.”
“I—I’m gonna pop!”
“You won’t. You’re ready for this. You’ve practiced. You’re strong.”
“Amanda—I’m leaking, I really am…”
“Do you want to pee right now?”
“I gotta!”
“I didn’t ask that, girl! I asked, do you want to?”
It took an agonized moment, but then Zephyr said, in a small but clear voice, “No.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I wanna hold it.”
“Then you will!” Amanda said, commandingly.
And Zephyr held. Somehow she found the last strength, the last reserve, the last willpower left in her, and she bore down. Amanda fell silent, holding the smaller girl in a gentle embrace.
After a moment, Zephyr said, “Amanda?”
“Yeah, hon?”
“I wanna pee now.”
“Do you gotta pee now?”
“No. I can hold it. But I wanna do it now.”
Amanda laughed. “Oh, girl, you got this! You really do! I can hear it in your voice. Ain’t nothing gonna stop you now. You can hold and hold and hold, because you conquered your body—it’s all in the mind, now.”
“So I can pee?”
“It’s your decision, sweetie. I’m just here to help.”
Zephyr let go—with her muscles and hands. Nothing came out.
“Amanda…”
“I’m here.”
“I know. I can’t let go. I wanna let go, but I can’t.”
“Well, you could use this as more practice.”
“Okay.”
But a moment later, Zephyr said, “Okay, now it just hurts.”
“You want my help peeing?” Amanda said.
“Yes please.”
“You got it.”
Even as desperate as she was, Zephyr had to giggle. “First you help me hold, then you help me pee…”
“Whatever you want, girl, I’m just helping you get there. Okay, let me try this. We’re gonna do the ol’ running water trick.”
“We’re going to the bathroom?”
“We’re really not.” Amanda pushed her shorts off her hips and let them fall. A moment later her panties followed. Then, naked from the waist down, she hugged Zephyr again, still from behind. And then she was peeing.
“Listen to that,” she whispered in Zephyr’s ear. Her stream was hissy, and spattery where it hit the rug-and-rubber of the bath mat beneath their feet. “Listen to that and then just let it go. Let it go with the flow.”
“I can’t…”
Without warning, Amanda slid her joined hands right over the small bulge that marked Zephyr’s bladder, and pushed—not a sharp shove, but firm and steady and irresistible. Zeph gasped. Her body and mind fought for control of her muscles for a second—and then the laws of fluid dynamics won out. Her pee could not be compressed, but her bladder could be, and so the pee had to leave…
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…”
“Yeah, I’ll bet it feels good!” Amanda said. “You just let it out, let it all out. Feel that pleasure.”
Zephyr’s stream was more powerful than Amanda’s. It shot out from her pussy at a bit of an angle, not straight down, and sprayed across the floor.
“I’m wetting the floor…”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got towels. Just let it out, let it all out. You did it, girl. You held exactly as long as you wanted to hold.”
Waves of pleasure, waves of relief, waves of triumph: all flowed through Zephyr’s body. And suddenly she was desperate for something else. She turned in Amanda’s arms. Both of them were still peeing, though Zephyr’s pee was slackening off. Their legs were covered in droplets and rivulets from each other, totally mingled. Zephyr found Amanda’s mouth and kissed her, hungrily.
“So I’m guessin’,” Amanda said after the kiss broke, “that now you wanna break in some of the toys.”
Amanda had a whole array of vibrators. They’d tested a few out, over Zephyr’s panties, just to explore which ones felt nicest, but never used one to bring her to climax.
“Which one would you—”
“Don’t care,” Zeph gasped. “I need it so bad…”
“Towel first.”
“I’ll clean up the puddle later.”
“No, for the bed, so we can sit down on it.”
“Hurry,” Zephyr begged, her hands going to crotch—and not to hold back any pee.
“Wow, sweetie, you really do want it! Here, get on the bed and let me…”
Zephyr sat down on the towel and leaned back on her elbows as Amanda slid the vibe into place. It took a remarkably short time, just a few minutes, and then Zephyr exploded all over again. The intense pleasure and pressure of the hold, plus a full month of sexual tension—the vibrator was just the key to the floodgates. Under Amanda’s hand, the gates flew open.
“Well now,” Amanda said as they cleaned up. “Should we add that vibe to the usual aftercare?” (Usually after Zephyr peed out her practice, they cuddled up, in a friendly way.)
“Maybe,” Zephyr said. She had a dreamy look on her face… but she wasn’t looking at Amanda.
“Next time you take Ashley on, you’ll do great,” Amanda said, seeing this.
“Oh!” Zephyr suddenly realized how obvious, and how ungrateful, she’d been acting. “I’m so so sorry. Do you want a turn with the vibrator?”
“I’ll take my turn soon enough,” Amanda said, “but not with you. I don’t usually get my rocks off with you gals. I’m a soloist at heart.”
“I’m still sorry. I feel like I should give back…”
“You’ve given me plenty. The look on your face when you came? The sound of your voice when you said you could hold it, when you were right on the edge? That’ll do it for me.”
“Thank you, Amanda. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome. And here’s something else for you.”
“What?”
“My green light. You’ve been so good through this whole training. No anger, lots of patience—I think you’ll fit in ΠΣΣ House just fine. Oh, and one other thing. I don’t tell this to everyone… but if you like, call me Mandy. All my sisters do.”
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Next up: "A Quiet Night." |
Well, folks, here's the next installment. I'll confess I'm not as proud of this one... it might be a good candidate for a re-write later, with someone more into wetting. But it does have wetting, as I promised!
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A Quiet Night
Zephyr wanted to play. She wanted to play so badly that she was already holding in anticipation—nearly to a five—and was enjoying the fullness her body was now closely associating with sex. Specifically Zephyr wanted a rematch with Ashley. Their last holding contest had been much, much closer, and the kiss Ash had given her afterward hadn’t been on the cheek, not this time. But Ash had still won, and their crush remained unfulfilled. At least not the way Zeph wanted it fulfilled.
Ashley, however, was out playing ball. Bella was out dancing. Amanda was working in the Study, and so there would be no practice with her. Besides, Zephyr was a little bored with their sessions. Amanda was so nice, and such a good coach, but Zeph didn’t really want to go to bed with her.
Kelly? She wasn’t Ashley, but it would be fun to spend the night up in Kelly’s room again. Or maybe Sophie? Sophie was wearing a cute little skirt, and honestly, wasn’t it high time that Zeph got to know her better? If only the girl wasn’t so shy…
“Anyone want to play tonight?” Zephyr asked the dinner table. She looked at Sophie, who blushed and looked down—and then looked back, smiling shyly.
“I’m down,” Kelly said.
“Oh, Kelly,” Sophie said, “I was hoping we could play, just us two. It’s been a while.”
“Sure,” Kelly said. “But just us?”
“Mmhmm. Like old times.”
“We can do that,” Kelly said.
Zephyr sat back, frustrated. But then the fourth person at the table spoke up. “I could play,” Kari said.
Zephyr looked over at the other girl. She didn’t know Kari well at all. “Sure, why not?”
After dinner was over and the washing up was done, Sophie and Kelly headed upstairs. Kari, however, simply refilled her glass of water and sat down on the couch, phone in hand. Zephyr sat down at the other end.“So how are we gonna play?” Zeph asked, after a few moments of silence.
“I’m a holder,” Kari said. “That’s about it, really.”
“I know you don’t do touching…”
“Well, not a lot, no.”
“Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. I really crave contact.”
“Each to their own, really.” Kari shrugged. “I’ve never liked being touched much.”
“Is it some trauma thing?”
“Nope! I just don’t like it. Simple as that.”
“I hope you don’t mind my asking…”
“Well, I get that question a lot, I guess I’m used to it.”
“And you’re ace, too, right? Is that connected?”
“You’re full of questions tonight.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be. I’ll let you know if a question goes too far.”
“I don’t want to invade your privacy…”
Kari rolled her eyes. “You’re gay, we’re both girls, and we share a room. If you haven’t checked me out, I don’t know what you’re waiting for. But more than that, we’re all united by a love of repressing a basic bodily function. If I were worried about privacy, would I live here?”
“Fair enough. But actually I don’t check you out.”
“Really?”
“Well, I thought if you’re asexual you wouldn’t like that.”
“Asexuality isn’t just a hatred of all sex, you know.”
“Well—no, I don’t know.”
“For one thing, it’s a huge range. There are asexuals who have sex. Usually because they like making their partners feel good, but sometimes they have more personal reasons. Others find the whole thing just unbearably icky. All those bodily fluids! Obviously that’s not really my problem, considering what we’re about to do… No, for me, since I don’t like most touching, asexuality really means no sex. And for the record I don’t think the two are connected, but they might be. Or they’re distinct, but they feed into each other. Something like that.”
“Have you ever…?”
“Ever what?”
“Tried sex?”
“ ‘Tried’? I tried kissing once. It wasn’t for me. And usually, the one preceeds the other.” She sighed. “Just as sex usually follows love. Hard to find a person who wants just the love.”
“You’re not aromantic, then?”
“Ooooh, look at you with the vocabulary!”
“Well, I’ve heard all these words, I don’t always know what they mean.”
“Still, you definitely just earned some points for knowing the difference. No, I’m not aromantic… but I haven’t found anyone else in the ace community I really click with, and I haven’t found anyone who’s able to divide their love from their lust, either. I could totally date someone who was getting their rocks off some other way. But that could get messy and unstable, and besides, I haven’t found the right person anyway.” Kari shrugged. “It’s one of the reasons I live here, though. I may be alone, but I’m not lonely. And if I’m ever going to find someone who really could get their sex somewhere separate from their love, living in a house where everyone else is screwing each other b—I mean, senseless—is a decent method.”
“Wow,” Zephyr said. “I hope you do find someone.”
“Thank you. And of course if I find someone here, they’ll certainly understand about the pee thing.”
“Yeah, so how does holding work for you, if you’re ace?”
“Well, it’s got more to do with the no-touch side than the ace side. Some asexual folks masturbate, after all. I’ve tried masturbation, and I have tried orgasms, and goodness, it’s just a lot of work for not a lot of payoff. My body is really finnicky and takes a lot of careful work to get there. I really need to be in the right mood. Not for every week, or even every month—it’s just such a project.”
“Interesting. So the holding…?”
“The holding isn’t so much fun. It’s the hard annoying part before the fun part. No, the fun part for me is the letting go.”
“Oh, yeah. That part’s so nice.”
“Mmhmm. A lot of times the others say it’s like a little orgasm all by itself, right? Well, since I have a hard time getting the regular kind of orgasms, holding a really long time and then letting go is my orgasm. At least the easiest kind.”
“But you don’t like holding?”
“I’ve gotten used to it and I’ve gotten good at it, but it’s just buildup, that’s all. The longer the wait, the bigger and better the release, so it’s worthwhile.”
“So you just wait and wait and then decide to let go?”
“Sometimes. But really, these days, the best is when I don’t decide—when I just start peeing whether I like it or not, wherever I am.”
Zephyr raised her eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you pee your pants sometimes?”
“A lot of times! And why not? I just throw the pants in the wash afterwards. It’s a small price to pay for getting the real deal. Think about it: if I peed my pants, then I really couldn’t hold it any more, could I?”
“I guess so.”
“But it’s fun to do it naked sometimes, too. And sometimes I actually do make it to the toilet or somewhere.”
“Do you want me to pee my pants too?”
“Do you want to? You do you, girl.”
“I’d feel like I was three years old again.”
Kari shrugged. “Well, when I wet, I know for a fact I couldn’t have held it any longer. And that makes the actual peeing feel all the better.”
“I guess when you look at it that way…”
“Oh, and another thing—I’m not Ashley. If there’s any competition, it’s with myself.”
“So what would you like me to do?”
Kari shrugged. “Really, let’s just hang out. Hold it until we can’t hold it any more.”
“And then pee in our pants?”
“That’s my plan.”
What the hell. She’s right, we’re all weird enough as is… what’s one more thing? “I’ll try it.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. I wanna give it a try before I knock it any more.”
“That’s cool of you, Zeph,” Kari said.
“How full are you?”
“Oh, probably a five…”
“I’m getting close to six.”
“Mmkay!” And with that, Kari went back to her phone.
“Um—”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never wet myself on purpose before. Or—you know what I mean. Never put myself in a position to do it.”
“It’s totally an ‘accidentally on purpose’ situation.”
“Yeah. Anyway. What I mean is… any advice?”
“Oh, yeah, right. Are you okay with peeing those particular shorts and panties? ‘Cause if they’re special, maybe you wanna change. I’ve wet these jeans before, it’s no big deal for me.”
“No, these aren’t particularly nice.”
“That should do you, then. Now it’s just a matter of time.”
Before much longer, Zeph found that she was bored. Fighting to control her own bladder was one thing, but there didn’t seem to be anything else; Kari was a fairly subtle holder. Eventually Zephyr broke down and asked for an update.
“I’m at six or seven now,” Kari said.
“Um, could you… you know… describe it?”
“Oh, gosh, I’ve never been much good at that.”
“Well, it’s just I’m not really seeing you do anything.”
“Why would you need to? I’ve told you where I’m at.”
“Uh…”
Kari grinned wickedly. “You want something to turn you on, don’t you? After all that talk about not wanting to sexualize the asexual girl…”
Zephyr flushed beet red. “I guess I do. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t mind you getting turned on, I just don’t know how to do it! I’d describe it but, really, it’s all pretty humdrum: I’ve really gotta go. Pressure building. Getting intense. But I can hold it. What else do you need? ‘Cause that may be all I got.”
“It’ll do,” Zeph said. As blunt and unsexy as the words had been, she had indeed been a little turned on by them.
As the evening wore on, Zephyr began to regret accepting playing with Kari at all. It was just boring: the girl seemed entirely untroubled by her filling bladder, and didn’t even seem particularly interested in talking. All she was doing was staring at her phone. Even her breathing seemed untroubled. And of course there would be no sex…
Then Kari took a long, shuddering gasp, and grabbed her crotch. She gingerly got herself up off the couch, and walked—no, hobbled, over to the kitchen area.
“Wow,” Zeph said, getting up and following her. “Did you just feel it all of a sudden?” The sudden motion certainly got to her bladder. She crossed her legs.
“No,” Kari said, her voice tight. “I’ve been feeling it this whole time. But the best way to hold it is to take your mind off it. To just stay super chill. I can do that—up to a point. And I just hit that point.”
“Really? That’s the best way?”
“What, you never saw that episode of Mythbusters?”
“Uh—maybe not.”
“And you’re a bi girl who loves holding it? For shame. Total red light. You can’t be a ΠΣΣ House sister until you’ve watched Kari Bryon doing a pee dance. Anyway, they showed that the best approach was to be as laid-back as possible. Practically Zen meditation.” Kari shut her eyes for a moment. “I am so not feeling Zen any more.”
“Where are you at?”
“Oh, absolutely a nine.”
“Eight for me,” Zephyr said. “I never would have thought of being really calm and still as a holding technique.”
“That’s because it’s not about the holding for you,” Kari said. She bent forward with her hand still rammed between her legs. “It’s about the sex. You need to be aroused in a lot of ways. And it’s a performance. You’ve gotta dance because you want an audience.”
“That’s definitely true,” Zephyr admitted. “At least for me. But if the Zen master approach is the best—”
“—Then why aren’t I using it? Because I hit a wall. Eventually my bladder is screaming at me so loud, all my rational thinking breaks down and I act like I’m a desperate four-year-old all over again.” Kari straightened up, only to cross her legs and bend forward again. And then she grunted. You couldn’t describe it as a groan or a moan or anything even remotely sexual. But it was still amazing to hear. It was the grunt of a girl right on the edge, and fighting back with every scrap of muscle she had.
Zephyr had to admit, it was kind of exciting seeing Kari that frantic. But she also had to admit that the other girl had a point. For her it really was about the sex. She couldn’t help but wish that Kari was a little bustier, or wearing a looser shirt so Zephyr could see the boobs. She couldn’t help but wish that she could fold Kari in her arms. And, frankly, she couldn’t help but wish that Kari were Ashley. Or Kelly. Or Bella. Or Sophie. Anyone who would be interested in Zephyr’s tongue shortly after peeing (or shortly before!). Anyone who’d be intrigued if Zeph took off her shirt.
Kari grunted again. And again. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face was a grimace, her legs were a tangled knot. “Not much longer,” she managed to gasp out.
Zephyr took stock of her own body. She still needed her legs crossed, but apparently her training with Amanda had really paid off: she was still at an eight and not too worried. It wouldn’t be long now before she needed to concentrate further, but for now she could watch Kari.
Sexual or not, it was still an impressive struggle… but, inevitably, Kari lost.
The girl was rocking at this point, bent entirely over. There was a sudden hiss—pinched off a second later. Then another. Kari turned away from Zephyr—probably unintentionally, she was grabbing for the countertop with her free hand—which presented her denim-clad ass to Zephyr’s eyes. A dark patch formed. With each short, sharp hiss, the patch grew. It almost seemed to have a pulse. Then the floodgates opened.
Kari moaned. This time it did sound sexual. Pleasurable, anyway. Intensely pleasurable. It was a sound Zephyr had only heard from the depths of sex, the peaks of climax. Now it was none of those things, just pure endorphin-induced bliss. She kept moaning as she slowly drained her bladder into her pants. Even on full flood, it took her a long time to empty out. But then, she’d been holding a lot. The legs of her jeans looked as if they’d been hit by a firehose, and she wasn’t even done.
The sight, and especially the sound, of Kari’s pee triggered a surge of desperation in Zephyr’s own bladder. With it came a thought: Do it now, while she’s not looking. Otherwise you may never be able to get started. And you need Kari’s green light…
She tried. She certainly tried. But she couldn’t get herself started, even with Kari’s flash flood still going on just a few feet away. Her inhibitions were just too strong… for now, at least.
“Ahhhhhh…” Kari said. She slowly straightened up and leaned back against the countertop. “That was worth waiting for. That moment of finally letting go.” She glanced over at Zephyr. Her look could easily have been mistaken for sexual, even a come-hither, but Zeph knew better. “How are you?” Kari asked.
“Eight or nine,” Zeph said, “but—I couldn’t pee.”
“You tried?”
“Uh—yeah.”
“Well, no wonder. I can never wet my pants deliberately, only by pure accident. Pure loss of control. I don’t know how the professionals manage it. I would say just wait until your bladder takes over.”
“I dunno. With you watching… I haven’t really been able to let go on my own, not with other people around…”
“Then why be around me?” Kari asked. “I enjoyed the conversation, but as far as I’m concerned, I got what I came for here. Do whatever suits you.”
“Uh—then I think I’ll go up to the bathroom…”
“Okay! Have fun. I’ve got to clean up my puddle. Oh, and Zephyr?”
“Yeah?”
“You got my green light. You got it as soon as you said ‘aromantic.’”
“So I don’t actually have to watch Kari Bryon doing a pee dance?”
“Oh, you totally have to. But not for my vote.”
Zephyr grinned. “Thanks!” And she ran upstairs.
Safe in the bathroom, she unbuttoned her shorts out of pure habit—and hesitated. She didn’t have to wet herself. Kari almost certainly didn’t care one way or the other. But Zeph had said she’d try it. So she really should.
She compromised. The shorts came off, as did everything above her waist, but the panties stayed on. She stepped into the shower. After a few moments, she turned the water on. She imagined she was at the beach, washing off the lake water, wearing her bikini…
With that picture in her mind, it was easy. And it was a relief.
As she stood under the showerhead, however, with pee flowing down her legs, she knew instantly that wetting was not for her. It didn’t feel bad at all. But Kari had been right: for Zeph, the holding and desperation and peeing were about sex. She had needed to get nearly naked, because for her, getting naked and showing off her body was a big piece of the fun. And you couldn’t really be naked and wet at the same time.
What she really needed was to be able to show off her peeing for someone, too. |
Well, that took a lot longer than I thought... and even after all that time, I'm not satisfied. But I didn't want to keep y'all waiting any longer. This will be a prime candidate for rewriting someday.
If you're used to my stories you know there's a lot of sex. This one is no exception.
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Bella woke up.
As she usually did in the morning, she stretched out her arms and legs—and stretched out her senses, checking every part of her body. It’s a myth that the humans only have five senses. The sense of balance, for example, isn’t in touch, smell, taste, hearing, or sight. The sense of hunger or thirst isn’t exactly taste. The sense of heat isn’t exactly touch. The sense of time passing, the sense of recognition. And, of course, the sense of a full bladder.
Bella checked her senses every morning to remind herself that she was more than just a “blind girl,” that she was capable in a variety of ways. She’d done this routine ever since grade school, when she’d felt like an outcast. Over time she’d learned to use her senses extremely well. She could hear, for instance, that someone was awake downstairs—probably Kari, judging by the cadence of her steps—but that nobody was in the bathroom.
Should she pee? That was another piece of her usual routine. She strongly preferred peeing at home, where she knew every corner of the bathroom, and she’d long ago trained herself to pee just twice a day. But now she was going for just once a day.
Bella ran through her schedule… and decided she needed more information. She reached for her phone and said to it, “Text Grahame: ‘Are you going dancing tonight?’” She was so lucky, she knew, to live in an era of so many conveniences.
She set the phone back down and got up out of bed. She wore a silk nightgown many nights, she loved the feel of the silk on her skin—but she pulled the nightgown up over her head and found the hanger waiting for it in the closet. Then she stepped back and ran her hands over her body: her arms, her hips, her butt, her belly, her breasts.
The absolutely marvelous thing about being both bi and busty, she thought for the 845th time, was that you turned yourself on. She loved her breasts, and loved the effect they had on other people. She ran her hands over them, and under them, finding all the little sensitivities. Her nipples hardened fast. She slid her hands back down to her belly, cradling the fullness of her bladder—nowhere near as full as it sometimes had been, when it was bulging out and she’d felt like she’d grown a third boob, albeit one with a misplaced nipple. She reached for that nipple, down between her legs. Having a clitoris—and a sense of touch perhaps somewhat more sensitive than most people’s—was simply marvelous.
But after only a little while of this, she knew that what she really wanted wasn’t available. Not on her body, not in the house. Kelly might get her off, Amanda might have just the right vibrator, but Bella wanted something no one in the house possessed: a real live penis. Penises were just crazy fun to play with. And they were generally attached to men: men, with their fascinating scents and planes and angles. The girls of ΠΣΣ House were marvelously sexy but they all had the same softnessess (even mighty little Ashley, with those excellent muscles), and many of the same smells. She wanted a man. She wanted a man’s beard beneath her lips, a man’s arms around her body, a man’s legs between her legs, a man’s penis inside her. She wanted him now… but it would have to wait.
Her phone chimed, and when she hit the appropriate button, it announced: “Text from Grahame: ‘I am if you are.’”
“Reply: ‘I most certainly am. Any plans afterward?’”
The next reply was much faster. “None so far.”
“Why don’t you keep it that way? I might be interested in something after.”
“As you wish.”
Bella spun in a little circle in excitement. She hadn’t wanted to be too obvious, but she also hadn’t wanted him to miss the point. On the other hand, Grahame was a fairly subtle thinker. He’d picked up her meaning—or enough of it, anyway. It was easier, with the girls and their “traffic light” system, and their simply asking. But Gray was not part of the sisterhood. The world’s rules applied. But the message had gotten through anyway. And she wanted to take him to bed. She’d wanted to for a while… but today it was more than just wanting. She was craving him, craving to learn his body, craving that body between her thighs…
Which brought her back to the question of peeing. Now that Grahame had said yes, an all-day hold seemed unwise and potentially distracting. She listened again. Someone had just gotten in the shower, but the bathroom of ΠΣΣ House was generally open to all.
She slipped on her bathrobe. The bathroom was right across the hall from her room, but she generally kept nakedness to a minimum outside her bedroom. She felt the doorknob—no hair tie on the handle. She knocked. “Can I come in?” she asked. “It’s Bella.” She could identify everyone in the house by voice and gait and sometimes even breathing, but her sisters couldn’t—and besides, a running shower could throw off even her senses.
“Sure!” came Zephyr’s voice.
Ah, Zephyr. Amanda said the girl was quite the exhibitionist. So far it had all been lost on Bella. The kind of exhibitionism Bella required was a little more tactile, and it would be odd, even for ΠΣΣ House, to simply walk up to the girl and fondle her. But the new girl seemed sweet, and was reputedly an enthusiastic holder. Bella had begun as more of a holder-for-practicality’s-sake than a holder-for-pleasure… but she’d always enjoyed the sense of anticipation and the sense of release, and time in ΠΣΣ House had turned her into a full-fledged uromaniac. She just hoped Grahame would be adventurous enough to understand…
All these thoughts flashed through Bella’s mind as she entered the bathroom and walked, fearlessly, over to the toilet. She lifted the lid—the seat was down, of course—and then lifted her bathrobe.
“Good morning!” Zephyr said, turning off the shower.
“Good morning. Any big plans for your Friday?”
“Not really. You?”
“I’m going dancing tonight,” Bella said. Then, her hopes and excitement getting the better of her, she added: “With Grahame. And I might just bring him home with me tonight.”
“Ooooooh,” Zephyr said. By the sound of it, she was lathering herself up. “Lucky man. Have you hinted?”
“I have most definitely hinted. Would you be all right with him coming over?”
“Of course!” Zeph said. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else going on.”
“Do I sense a little bitterness?” Bella said, teasing gently. Half her mind, however, was on the lovely warm sensation of her emptying bladder.
“Just a little,” Zephyr said.
“Look at it this way,” Bella advised. “Anticipation makes the consummation all the sweeter.”
“Oh, I know,” Zeph said, turning the water back on to rinse herself off. Bella finished peeing and wiped, then went over to the sink to brush her hair. “I know,” Zephyr repeated, sighing. “But the waiting is the hard part. So I envy you, just a little.”
“I think you’ll get what you want,” Bella said. “Ashley is extremely excited to be around you. I know.”
“How?”
“Her breathing picks up whenever you enter the room. You haven’t noticed?”
“I’ve been trying not to stare.”
Bella laughed. She rarely smiled by choice—she’d been told it looked profoundly odd—but laughter transcended all that. “That’s one advantage to learning so much from my ears. Sometimes, I think it’s all of you who are the blind ones,” she told Zephyr. “Metaphorically, of course.” She laid her comb down exactly where she’d picked it up.
“Well, I hope it goes well with Grahame tonight,” Zephyr said, turning off the water again and getting out of the shower. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“I’ll want someone to look me over before I go out, and of course I’ll need to call before I bring him back,” Bella said, tying back her hair in a bun. “You’ll be here?”
“I will!”
“Then I’ll call you and ask if everyone’s okay and if the coast is clear.”
“Of course. We don’t want to scare him off.”
“I have a sense he’s unshockable. But I’d rather not put that to the test our first time.”
“Right. I didn’t mean what I said about envy earlier. I really hope it works out for you.”
“Well, once you meet him—then you’ll be allowed to be envious! I’m quite the lucky girl… or at least I hope I get that way tonight.”
“Oh, no. He’s the lucky one,” Zephyr said, emphatically.
Zephyr really was a good person, Bella thought. So many people assumed people with disabilities just weren’t sexual; others, when they saw a disabled person with a sexual partner, assumed it was motivated by pity, or praised the partner for selflessness, or exclaimed how lucky the disabled person was for finding someone understanding. Zeph hadn’t done any of that, and without prompting, either.
Grahame hadn’t done any of that, either. She knew he had a little of it in him, since she’d surprised him so much with her dirty jokes—he’d laughed until he’d cried. But then, without prompting, he asked for her hand and held her fingers to his cheek, so she could feel the tears she’d sparked for herself. And then he’d held her hand for a little longer than he’d needed to. He was ever a gentleman. But since then she’d sensed the undercurrent in his words and actions, and of course his dancing.
Bella always dressed simply. Today it was sensible shoes, a calf-length skirt, and a plain blouse. She ran her hands over what she’d wear that evening, however, and shivered with anticipation.
She drank down the smoothie Kelly had made—as ever, an extra-large, extra-rich one. She wouldn’t eat until she got home again, so the drink needed to tide her over. Then she took her cane from the umbrella stand by the door and strode out.
Sunlight met her face. She could tell the difference between light and darkness. Most people could, of course, even with their eyes closed. But when she opened her eyes, she really could see a little more. She could sense some colors, if the light were bright enough, which was why the “traffic light” analogy wasn’t totally lost on her. But mostly she enjoyed the sensation of light striking her face. Then she put on her dark glasses (elegant, not blocky), shook out her cane, and walked off to campus.
She had a map of campus in her head, measured in steps and turns. Her stride wasn’t always exactly the same each day, but she could get close enough, and then follow the sounds of voices or footsteps or traffic through the doors. It helped that many of the buildings had doors with distinct sounds; she could figure out which building she was entering from the sound of the hinges and the door closing behind her.
Bella’s studies were mostly in the foreign language department. She was fortunate that her mother had known some French and taught her, which made learning languages in school a little easier—and learning languages got much easier as it went. With Bella’s ear for subtlety, she’d even been able to pick up Mandarin with comparative ease. Now she was learning other Asian languages and honing her prior skills. Interpreters could make excellent money, after all, and she was getting quite good at just that.
Two hours of Intermediate Vietnamese was followed by an hour of Hindi. Then it was lunchtime. Rather than going to the cafeteria or one of the cafes, she sat in the sun, sipping juice, and listened to podcasts on various subjects in Mandarin. Then she washed down the juice with some water, and it was over to the social sciences building for a class on Southeast Asian history—helping her pick up on the nuances and references—and lastly back over to the language department for a two-hour intensive tutoring session with her Chinese TA.
Not once did she stumble on the way; not once did she need to ask for help or directions. She had such a routine down that she didn’t even notice those accomplishments any more. And not once did she stop to visit the restrooms. In fact, she didn’t even know where the restrooms in the social sciences building were. She’d found the ones near the foreign language department largely by accident—and she’d never used them.
Home, now: home for a light bite and a quick drink, and then to get dressed up for the evening. She’d long ago given a lot of control over her wardrobe and her beauty routines to her sisters. Tonight she didn’t need a lot of help: she had picked out what she wanted days before. She stripped off her clothes and stood naked again, once again feeling herself up. Her breasts were ready—big and round and still quite firm. She put on a black lace bra that did marvels for her cleavage. Her bladder was ready, too: she could feel the faintest bulge. Her pelvic muscles were nowhere near their edge yet, however. Once again she felt for her clit—but took her hand away quickly. If she started that she might not stop, and she wanted Grahame there, not just her fingers. She put on a pair of black panties, not quite a thong but quite form-fitting and nearly invisible under the dress. Ah, the dress. A classic: short and low-cut and black. Grahame hadn’t seen it before—it wasn’t perfect for dancing. But it was totally perfect for arresting men’s attention. Wearing this dress, she knew, she could distract men so totally they didn’t even realize she was blind until ten minutes into the conversation, despite the sunglasses and the cane in her hand.
One thing about the dress—it wasn’t really designed with a full bladder in mind. But that wasn’t even a problem. Bella liked holding it.
Thigh-high boots to complete the effect… again, not ideal for dancing. She’d have to be careful not to step on Grahame’s toes, or she might ruin the evening by having to call an ambulance rather than ΠΣΣ House. But entirely ideal for what she had in mind. Everything she’d put on, after all, was intended to be taken off…
No makeup, beyond simple lipstick. She couldn’t really apply it and didn’t really need it: it was actually easier to just take good care of her skin overall and be luminous than it was to fake it. She wore her hair down. Here she did ask Zephyr for a little help, and the new girl eagerly supplied it while gushing over Bella’s outfit: “Holy shit, Bella, you look amazing… I mean, I can barely keep my hands off of you, I can’t imagine how Grahame will be able to.”
“That’s the idea,” Bella said, chuckling.
Back to campus for the dance. There were other, better places to go dancing—but many of them were further away, and would need rides or the bus. Bella didn’t trust ride-sharing and wasn’t about to get on the bus dressed as she was. Besides, the on-campus dancing was just fine. That’s where she’d met Grahame, after all.
The dancing they did was strictly ballroom, but of course that covered quite a range. Bella had never had much trouble with dancing. It took her a little time to learn the steps by feel, of course, and not every teacher was perfectly patient; but once she had the basics down, she had no trouble keeping up, and went out at least twice a week, and so had a great deal of practice. The one concession to her disability was that she never danced lead—she relied on her partners to see the room around them and steer her safe. Not all of them did, and she rarely danced with them again. Gray had never once so much as grazed her toes by accident, and certainly never let anyone bump into her.
But Grahame wasn’t there for the first two dances, and so she warmed up with other accustomed partners, then sat one out to take a drink. Her bladder protested—but feebly. She’d long ago beaten her bladder into submission. Ever since an embarrassing incident in grade school, where she’d lost track of her steps and went into the wrong restroom, or the times she’ needed to fumble for things that should have been there but were in odd places, she’d developed a strong aversion to toilets not her own. Which meant she’d developed her capacity to hold it through thick and thin.
Grahame walked in. She knew his step instantly, and she turned toward the door.
“Bella,” he said, walking over—and then he’d coughed a little. A note of triumph rang in her head. That would be the dress and the bra taking their toll on him.
“You look—” he coughed again “—well, breathtaking seems to be the word…”
She laughed quietly. “Good,” she said.
“May I have the honor of this dance?” he asked.
“Why settle for just this one, when you could have them all?”
“A man like me can’t afford to get so greedy,” Grahame said.
Grahame:
He was a grad student in a rather dry and stuffy field—but he was never either. It was a fairly non-lucrative field, too, and his job prospects were largely limited to teaching other grad students what he’d just learned. But he had a little money from his parents and he always dressed well. Still, his pure Ivory Tower nature gave him plenty of fodder for self-effacement.
He was a bigger man. “Big-boned,” they might say. He’d be stout someday, maybe even fat, but so far student poverty had kept him simply sturdy. He had a beard which some said was untidy and his hairline was receding rapidly. To Bella, these were all selling points. She loved his varied textures. He was light on his feet, too, lighter than his size implied, and he was a gentle and generous and skilled dance partner. She felt altogether safe in his arms. She hoped—trusted—that all this translated to the bedroom, one for one.
She took another drink after the next two dances. She was a little thirsty, but mostly it was for the fun of it: she enjoyed teasing her browbeaten bladder, but that wasn’t all. Oh, no.
After the first hour of the dance, her need had grown significantly. After all, it had been more than ten hours since last she’d peed—nearly eleven, really—and she’d had the extra-large smoothie, some water in the morning, juice at lunch, water to wash it down, quite a bit more water during her tutorial session (all that talking!), some more at dinner, and now still more during the dance. She guessed that anyone outside of ΠΣΣ House would be bursting by now. But she’d held more, and for far longer. Eleven hours was nothing to someone who could, consistently if not constantly, hold for twenty-four.
If she kept drinking like this, she wouldn’t be able to hold for that long. But she had other plans for tonight. She didn’t need to hold for twenty-four hours: she just needed to be able to hold it until she had Grahame between her legs.
Grahame begged off one or two dances that night, but generally he stayed with her. They veered from small talk into real talk, discussing their studies, and from there into friendly silence. Bella felt his breath on her cheeks—and, occasionally, on her cleavage. She smiled inwardly, knowing that in those moments he had to be looking down. As the evening wound down, she pushed her advantage, subtly. She made sure her breasts were routinely brushing his chest. She didn’t simply rest her hand on his back, but gently caressed his spine with her forefinger. And in the last, slow, languorous dance, as the music softly played, she rested her head on his shoulder… which meant most of her body was pressed against his.
She could feel him stirring. Perfect, just what she wanted. She tried to get a sense of his erection. Was he big and girthy, like the rest of him? Or uncharacteristically long and slim? Well, she’d know soon enough.
Her bladder throbbed from the pressure of his body. She sternly told it to behave, and then ignored it.
“Thank you for the dance, Miss Bella,” Gray said as the music faded away.
“My pleasure,” she replied.
“You mentioned something after…?”
“Oh, I just wondered if you’d care for a walk in the evening air? I’m just going home, but if you’d care to come with…” He’d walked her home before. The last two times, she’d kissed him goodnight.
“Love to! Just let me stop by the restroom for a moment…”
“Oh, of course.”
She waited, imagining. Would he use the urinal or a toilet? She had really no idea what a urinal was like, so she imagined a toilet. She wasn’t sure about the logistics of peeing while standing up, but she shaped the sensations in her mind. He’d certainly have his penis in his hand. Well, she’d held penises just that way: no trouble imagining that. She imagined him having a little trouble with being hard. Then the sound of pee hitting the bowl—she’d heard a previous boyfriend peeing once. And the blessed feeling of relief…
Her own bladder howled mournfully with protest, and tried to break free. Goodness, she hadn’t had to cross her legs after just twelve hours in quite a while! But she had admittedly filled up a little bit extra today, in anticipation. So she supposed she must make allowances. She left off her daydreaming. No need to torture the poor organ. Instead, she dialed Zephyr.
“I’m definitely bringing Grahame home,” she told her housemate.
“Oh, good,” Zephyr said. “The coast is clear. Everyone’s out or studying, and everyone’s fine with him coming by.”
“Thank you! I was going to ask you to check.”
“If you need anything, just yell!”
“I will!” She quickly hung up. Grahame had returned, his footsteps clear as he crossed the floor. “Shall we?” he asked.
“We shall.”
He took her arm in his and led her out.
“Straight home?”
“That’s the way I know.”
“Well, we could do a little exploring.”
“That would be nice. I’m in no rush.” Her bladder moaned again. She shushed it.
The longer walk was a little lost on her, since she had no idea what she was passing. Quiet residential streets, by the sounds and smells: not many cars, the scent of freshly-cut grass, the occasional ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-HISSSSS of a sprinkler. (That was pleasant/unpleasant. Her bladder trembled at the sound; the rest of her loved it.) But it was fine, very fine, to be hanging on Gray’s arm and chatting with him pleasantly.
Finally they turned off the sidewalk and suddenly she was back on familiar ground. They were coming up the walk of ΠΣΣ House.
“Now,” Bella said, laying her free hand on his guiding arm. “Would you like to come in for a minute or two?” Or an hour or three? “Have a drink, perhaps?”
“I’d be delighted,” he said.
She let them in. Zephyr jumped up and said hello, apologizing for the disarray in the house, apologizing for being so under-dressed.
“Nonsense,” Gray said, and a moment later, “Charmed, just charmed” after Bella introduced the two of them. Zephyr cheerfully helped with the drinks—a shot of “something strong” for Gray, a small glass of Cointreau for Bella—and chattered pleasantly as Bella stood, leaning against both the countertop and Gray, sipping the liquid and feeling her bladder writhing in protest. She had to shift her position now and again. The extra fluids were making themselves felt. But she turned it all into small gestures of brushing up against her man.
Her man. That was a lovely phrase.
It wouldn’t do to linger too long. After a polite few minutes, and after the drinks were drained, Bella leaned close to Gray and said softly, “Care to come up to my room?”
“Dying to,” he said, equally softly.
She laughed, then. A sultry laugh. A promising laugh. She felt his breath quicken.
She led him upstairs—not missing a step—and down the hall to her room. To her room, and inside, and then the door was closed behind him.
“Um. Lights?” he asked.
“Oh, sorry! I generally don’t use them… here we go. I’m sorry the décor isn’t much,” she added.
“It’s entirely fine—as long as you’re here,” he said, and kissed her.
This was not a tasteful goodnight kiss, like their first time. Nor was it a nervous-but-eager makeout like their second time. This was passionate. She draped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him. No more polite subtlety now.
“Bella…” he gasped, when the kiss broke.
“Mm?”
“Forgive me, but I must say—you are absolutely… absolutely…”
“Beautiful? Sexy?”
“Entrancing,” he said.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweet man.”
“Oh. Oh, my. Um. Are we…?”
She laughed and kissed him again and then said, “So, Gray. I want you. I want you quite badly.” More badly than I want to pee, and by now that’s saying something. “Is that all right?”
“Oh yes. Better. I mean, better than all right.”
She unzipped her boots, knowing he’d be watching, then pushed his jacket off and hung it up for him, showing him that she could navigate her room without any help. But somehow she was conscious that his presence altered the room considerably. It felt crowded now. Filled up, somehow. Well, that was all to the good. She wanted to be filled.
She turned back to him. This was the part she was a little nervous about. She had no idea how to do a proper striptease. But her sisters had all said that the proper approach for her was just to let her body speak for itself. She unzipped her dress partway and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress fell to her waist.
He caught his breath, and she laughed again. “Pretty impressive, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
“Mmm, I think I do.”
She finished unzipping the dress and let it fall to a puddle at her feet. This released a little pressure on her bladder, but that was such a minor factor in her need now that she barely noticed. She stepped out and picked up the puddle with her toes and put it in the laundry hamper, making sure he had a good look at her butt in her small black panties. She turned back to face him and draped her arms around his neck again, letting him get a good look at her barely-clad body. His breathing stayed elevated, so it was probably working. She kissed him and let her body press against his.
Then it was a matter of getting his clothes off. She undid his buttons when he couldn’t make his fingers work—all the way down to the buttons of his trousers. (They were definitely trousers when Grahame was wearing them.) When his pants were off, he sat down abruptly on the bed.
“I must say, dear lady, that it’s been some time for me,” he said. “But I didn’t come empty-handed. I have a few condoms in my pockets…”
“In your pants pocket? That’s not safe. We’ll use mine.”
“You have—? …Of course you have some.”
“Oh yes,” she said. “You’re not my first. Nor am I yours. But you’re the one I want tonight.” She unfastened her bra and let her breasts fall loose.
“Oh my.”
“Aren’t they something?” Bella said. She cradled herself in her hands. Then she climbed onto the bed, and onto him.
After more kissing and fondling, they got him out of his underwear. It was time for hers to come off, too, but she had to focus on that. After all, pulling her panties down had a certain effect on her bladder. She fought back the urge.
He was hard, very hard. And with all the horniness she’d been putting off all day—all week—she didn’t take long to get ready herself. She straddled his legs and helped him with the condom. He was trembling with excitement, as she could feel through her legs and hands. She was trembling herself, but from excitement and something else combined…
It was rather difficult getting him in, since she was clamped down so tightly. He was worried, murmuring something about getting her more warmed up. She didn’t want him worried, and she was plenty warm, so she kissed him a lot and stroked him a lot and then carefully guided him in.
Heaven.
She could feel her clitoris getting squeezed between his erection and her bladder, all up and down its inner length. There was nothing like it, nothing at all, and as he thrust through the tight grip of her muscles she cried out, uncontrollably.
A few moments later there was a pounding at the door. “Bella? Are you okay? Is this a red light?”
Zephyr, being a good housemate. Bella chuckled. “No, we’re all green in here! Thank you!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
“You’re fine. I’m fine. Go away!”
Still laughing ruefully, Bella turned back to Gray—who was now completely limp.
“Ah, umm… I’m sorry, it’s just… I hadn’t counted on an audience…”
“We don’t have one,” she said. “My sisters look after me, that’s all, and I’m grateful to them.”
“As am I. But… uh… I seem to be a little self-conscious…”
Dang it! She wanted that penis so bad, that big thick erection that felt so incredible on her inner clit… and she wanted to pee, too, almost as badly… She snarled inwardly at her bladder and forced it to settle down. Then she set to work on Gray.
It took a long time for him to get over that shock to his system. At first he was anxious, then all too determined, and neither one was good for erections. After getting nowhere with masturbation, she got up and turned off the light. Then she got them both under the covers and let him rest his head on her boobs, running her fingers through his hair, willing him to relax. Finally he unwound a bit… and the magic of her breasts went to work. He started playing with them, and started stirring down below. She climbed on top of him again and used her cleavage to stroke him. She was so full, he had to be as hard as possible—otherwise she’d never get him in.
Her bladder was back to screaming. It wasn’t that she was at full capacity, though she was more full than usual for this time of night after having a morning pee. No, the problem was all the ups and downs. Getting her panties off. The failed attempt at sex. The long delay in bed while naked. She was craving cock and she was desperate to piss, aching for pressure and aching for release…
She bit her lip, bore down, and fought her desperation back under control. It seemed to take forever, getting a new condom on, getting him lubed up again, but she stuck with it. She didn’t want to stress him out and lose him again, or she really might lose control before she got off.
Finally—finally!—he was ready. Finally, she could get him back inside her. Finally, she could ride him to her heart’s content…
Slowly, now. Her bladder was on beyond screaming, now—it was all howl. But her clit was reveling in the double pressure. Such an exquisite balance between pressure and pleasure and pain. And time, couldn’t forget time. She rode him slowly to stretch the moment out, every last agonizing second she could steal… She was so close. So close. So close so close so CLOSE
Then she was coming, thundering, quivering, rippling. The orgasm went through her like a wave. She had just enough presence of mind to grip all the tighter with her inner muscles to stop her bladder from seizing on her distraction and making a break for it. That extra tightness seemed to set Gray off, in turn…
He kissed her tenderly, caressed her gently. He clearly wanted to cuddle and savor the afterglow, and she wanted that too—but she no longer had any time left.
“I’m sorry, dearest, but I’ve got to pee,” she said, and tore out of bed without waiting for his reaction. She nearly tripped over the unfamiliar clothes on the floor and felt a worrisome spurt, and then flung herself through the door and across the hall and into the bathroom and then she was peeing. It was just a tiny leak, triggered by her proximity to the toilet, but it was running down her leg now and that tickling sensation was urging the rest of her pee to follow after… she made the toilet just in time.
As she peed, she moaned again. She didn’t know if she was having a second orgasm or not. The technical details didn’t matter. It felt exquisite.
The bathroom light flicked on.
“Apologies if I’m being forward,” Gray said, “but I did need to use the toilet myself. And I brought you a bathrobe, since you seem to have left without one.”
She laughed, to set him at ease. She stood up and reached for him, and met his hand holding the robe. She pulled him close. “Thank you,” she said.
“My goodness.”
“What?”
“You were holding quite a lot!”
“How can you… oh, my belly!” She ran a hand over it.
“Rather more flat now.”
“I do tend to put off using the bathroom,” she said.
“Was that why you were so…?”
“That’s why it was so good for me, yes. And maybe for you, too.”
“It’s a curious technique—but with excellent results…”
And then she knew she had him.
Later, after they did the afterglow properly, and talked a while, Gray got dressed and headed home. Bella, clad in her robe, saw him to the door and kissed him goodnight.
“All well?” Zephyr asked.
“All well,” Bella said. “Oh, and could you do me a favor?”
“Sure!”
“Add your green light next to my name, would you? Thank you for looking after me so well today.” |
Okay, this took a really long time -- and frankly it's not even done yet. But three and a half months is a long time to keep my fans waiting.
To be honest, folks, it's been a real rough time this winter. Work, politics, and my (lack of a) love life all getting me down. So I have not given this nearly enough attention. But I'm trying to do more writing (it helps with my bleak moods). Not to get anyone's hopes up, but I even did a little with some old familiar characters... we'll see what happens there.
I'll try to finish this in the coming weeks, and then on to season 2!
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Sophie’s Story
Zephyr stared at the whiteboard:
Zephyr?
Kelly: green light
Ashley: green light
Amanda: green light
Kari: green light
Bella: green light
Sophie:
It hadn’t changed in over a week.
Things had slowed down after she’d played with Kari. Bella’s green light was the closest Zephyr had gotten to playing with anyone all month. Everyone seemed to be waiting on Sophie. And Sophie… well, what was she waiting for?
Zephyr groaned and took the problem to Amanda.
“Oh, she’s just so quiet,” Mandy said, “but once she opens up, she’ll open up a lot.”
“How can I get her to open up?”
“Try getting her alone.”
“Can I just ask?”
“Worth a try!”
So Zephyr went up to Sophie after dinner one night and said, “Can we talk?”
“Um. Now?”
“Sure! Or whenever works for you.”
“Uh, okay. Maybe not tonight, but soon, for sure.”
Two nights later: “Can we have that talk now?”
“I guess.”
Alone in the bunkroom, they sat down on their respective bunks and looked at each other.
“How can I get your green light?” Zephyr asked.
“Um.” Sophie dropped her eyes. “Well, we should play together, I guess.”
“Awesome. Can we play tonight?”
“Oh, not tonight…”
“I’m sorry. Am I being too pushy?”
Sophie shook her head. “I just… I don’t like talking about it too much. I’d rather it just happened.”
“How can you get consent, then?”
“The old-fashioned way.”
“Huh?”
Sophie shot her a look. “Seduction.”
“How the fuck can I seduce Sophie?” Zephyr asked.
Mandy chuckled. “Did she tell you that?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s doing it again. She wants to make you work for it. She was the same with Bella and Ashley and me.”
“How’d you do it?”
“Oh, I could tell you how , but I think Sophie wants to see how you do it.”
Seduction was about timing. The house was empty except for Bella, who had gone upstairs for the night. Admittedly Zephyr had asked Kari to leave, and she’d cheerfully complied. Sophie was probably on her way home.
Seduction was about atmosphere. The lights in the main room were low. A solitary candle burned on the dining room table. Next to it, in a slender vase, was a single rose.
Seduction was about giving. With a little advice from Kelly on what to offer, Zephyr had prepared a minor feast. A feast on a college student’s budget, anyway: the wine was Three-Buck Chuck, the bulk of the meal was spaghetti. But the sauce was homemade alfredo that Zephyr had slaved over.
Seduction was about planning. A full pitcher of water stood next to the bottle of wine. Mandy had cheerfully agreed to leave her room free for the rest of the night, even if it meant crashing on Zephyr’s bed. But the first stop after dinner would still be the bunkroom.
Zephyr heard Sophie’s key in the door and scrambled to the proper place.
Seduction was about style. Zeph was wearing a thin white dress—thin nearly to sheerness, and so short and so low-cut it barely covered her. Zephyr positioned herself leaning on a chair back, projecting confidence she mostly felt. She was, quite obviously, not wearing a bra. More boldly, she wasn’t wearing panties, either.
Sophie blinked at the dimness of the room, and then at the setup. Her eyes flashed—and then she was back to the schoolgirl, blushing beet-red and eyes on the floor. But Zephyr knew the act, now. That flash in the other girl’s eyes had been pure heat. And all the confidence she’d been faking suddenly became real.
“Hungry?” she asked, nonchalantly.
Sophie nodded. When she saw the menu her eyes flashed again—and flickered, involuntarily, in the direction of the stairs. Toward Kelly’s room.
“Nobody’s home but Bella,” Zeph said. “Which means we don’t have to share—except with each other, of course. Care for some wine?”
As they ate—and as the wine flowed—Sophie gradually began to talk. She expressed delight at the sauce. She appreciated the wine. She asked for more of the wine. But Zephyr was still starting all the lines of conversation, until she asked the question she knew would work:
“How did you start ΠΣΣ House?”
Flashback. (Pretend everything’s in black and white.)
Scene: a dorm room. A girl is sitting on her bed, reading a textbook. It’s Sophie. A keen-eyed observer would notice that she’s not just sitting on her bed, but sitting on her heel. She’s wearing a nightgown.
The door of the dorm opens and in walks Kelly, only swaying a little. She’s dressed for going out: sexy boots and a little black dress.
“Hey Soph!”
“Hi! How was the party?”
“Ah, it was okay. You didn’t miss much.”
Sophie gives Kelly a look. It’s a shy-but-knowing-and-hopeful look. “And you didn’t find anybody?”
“Nope,” Kelly says, and hiccups. “’Sokay, though. I wasn’ really looking forward to the Walk of Shame t’mrrow.” She sits down on the bed and starts to take off her boots. “’M a li’l drunk.”
“Only a little?” Sophie says. She starts to get up, moves to the edge of the bed.
“Well, maybe more than a li’l.” She gets one boot off and gives up, falling back onto the bed. “A li’l drunk and a lot horny,” she adds, staring at the ceiling.
Sophie gets up off her bed and comes over to sit on the edge of Kelly’s. Okay, to sit on her heel on the edge. “Sorry to hear that,” she says. She does not sound sorry in the slightest. “Anything I can do to help?”
Kelly reaches out and touches Sophie’s bare thigh where it peeks out from under the nightdress. “Thought you’d never ask,” she says.
“You’re pretty drunk, though. I don’t know if you’re really able to give enthusiastic consent right now.”
Kelly rolls on her side and kisses Sophie’s thigh. Then she pushes herself up on her arms (breasts being shown off to excellent advantage) and kisses Sophie right on the lips. For a long time. After the kiss breaks, Kelly says, “Enthusiastic enough for ya?”
Sophie smiles. “But that could be just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“I walked,” Kelly said, “past five bathrooms on my way back here. Five. And half a dozen places where I coulda popped a squat. But I’m still holding it all in my li’l bladder. For you.”
Sophie’s starting to tremble now—with excitement or with something else, it’s not clear. “Not so li’l any more,” she says, gently mocking her friend’s slurring. “You’ve come a long way, hon.”
“I know! My feet are tired!” Kelly lies back down on the bed.
“Not what I meant. But I’ll massage them if you want.”
“Uh. Tha’ sounds nice. But I’m kinda in a hurry for somethin’ else?”
“Mmmmm,” Sophie says, stretching out her arms. “You need something, hon?”
“Need you. And then I need to pee.”
“Well, you’ve been such a good girl. So thoughtful, to bring me a nice full bladder to play with. So I suppose I can’t keep you waiting, now can I? Not much longer, anyway…”
Sophie bends down to whisper in Kelly’s ear: “I’m full too. I’m glad you texted when you did, or I might not have held it.”
“You’ve come a long way too,” Kelly says. “When I met you, you were so pee-shy you couldn’t go to the bathroom until everyone else was in bed.”
“I know. That’s how I got so good at holding, after all. And that’s how I discovered how nice a full bladder can feel. Which is what I taught you.”
“That was one hell of a night,” Kelly says.
Sophie lies down next to Kelly, strokes her hair, kisses her forehead, her temple, her cheek. “Yes it was,” she agrees. “You want another night like that right now?”
“Yes please.”
Sophie lays a hand on Kelly’s groin. “I need to check something out first,” she whispers. “Mmm, you seem nice and full—but I’d better make sure.” And she pushes down.
Kelly writhes. Thrashes. Somehow holds on.
“Ahhhh,” Sophie says. “That will do nicely.” She sits up, reaches into the bedside table, and fetches out something long and firm and sleek. She sets this aside for a moment.
Then she lies back down next to Kelly and their lips meet.
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IMPORTANT NOTE: DRUNKEN "CONSENT", NO MATTER HOW ENTHUSIASTIC, IS NOT CONSENT.
In other words, Sophie is not being as good a girl as she's making herself out to be.
Remember that.
And then sit back and enjoy the story. It's a fantasy, after all. |
The story continues... remember, we're in the middle of a flashback, which is why all the narration is in present tense and everything's in black and white.
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Gradually the makeouts turn into more. First Kelly starts to hold herself. Once Sophie notices, she starts to hold Kelly instead—and just happens to give a little love to Kelly’s nearby clit. Then the clothes start to come loose. No time for them to come off: Kelly’s dress gets hiked up and her thong gets slipped to the side. Sophie’s nightgown is up around her hips. She’s not wearing anything underneath.
Eventually Kelly is dripping wet, and not from pee. Sophie slides the dildo into Kelly, who bucks with pleasure. Slowly Sophie slides the toy in and out. Each time Kelly shudders with barely-restrained bliss and piss. Meanwhile Sophie’s other hand is hard at work on her own crotch. She’s not holding herself, although she’s shifting around like crazy. No, her fingers are too busy for that.
Kelly grabs a pillow and shrieks into it, spasming. A little pee spurts out and lands on Sophie’s bare leg. Sophie doesn’t bat an eye.
After a moment of panting, Kelly has to sit up and grab herself. She staggers over to the little sink they have in the corner of their room. Sophie follows, still flicking. Kelly backs up to the bowl of the sink and hoists herself up on her arms. A moment later she’s peeing, and her face is a mirror of the look she had just a moment ago. She cries out again, although not so loud this time.
Sophie comes quietly, but her knees buckle and Kelly has to catch her.
Next it’s Sophie’s turn to pee…
“This is a pretty weird little thing you’ve got me doing,” Kelly says afterward, lying naked in bed with Sophie cuddled up against her, “but it’s a hell of a lot of fun.”
“It’s not as weird as some things I’ve heard of,” Sophie says. “It makes about as much sense as bondage. And it makes a lot more sense than furries or vore.”
“I haven’t even heard of that last one.”
“Don’t Google it. Anyway, our thing makes sense. It’s all connected down there, you know.”
“I do know. The way you’ve got my clit between my bladder and the dildo… whew.” She fans herself. “But honestly, I didn’t meant that at all. I meant I’m not really gay, you know?”
Sophie tenses up. Since they are touching each other’s bare skin the entire length of their bodies, Kelly can’t help but notice it. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m having a fuckton of fun,” she says. “But I’m only gay for you.”
“And only when you need to pee,” Sophie adds.
“Oh, that’s not entirely true…”
“You never even look at me when I’m changing unless you gotta go. And you never come to my bed unless you’re bursting.”
Kelly smiles sadly. “I can’t help how I feel, Soph. I like a strong jaw and big pecs. I like playing with cocks and balls.”
“They don’t make you feel like I do!”
“I really can’t help it.” Kelly kisses her. “I’m straight, sweetie.”
Sophie rolls over, turning her back.
“Hey, now, hon. There’s nothing I can do that. Born this way.”
“It’s a boring way.”
“And now I’ve made you mad.” Kelly sits up, sighs, runs her fingers through her hair, and looks down at her roommate. “What can I do to make you feel better, hon?”
“Nothing.”
Kelly lays a gentle hand on Sophie’s shoulder. “You know that’s not true. What do you need from me, hon? Other than more sex, because you already ran me out of gas…”
Sophie rolls onto her back, but doesn’t look Kelly in the eye. “I wish I had a big house full of girls who liked holding. I’d make ‘em wait and wait until they were squirming and then I’d get ‘em all off. And we’d all go in the bathroom and we’d all pee in the bathtub at once.”
“That does sound like a heck of a lot of fun,” Kelly says.
“Well, it’s never gonna happen!”
“Why not?”
Sophie shoots her a glance, full of wild hope—and then swiftly looks away again before Kelly can really see her reaction. When she speaks, she sounds just as angry. “Because you don’t wanna play!”
“You,” Kelly says, “are being a brat. Knock it off and answer me properly. Why not?”
Sophie looks back at her longer this time.
“If we get enough people, we can get a house easy,” Kelly says.
“If.”
“Well, we know what to look for, don’t we? Someone who seems like she’s got to pee a lot, but doesn’t go when you think she would…”
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The Present. In full color.
“And that was the beginning?” Zephyr asked. “Kelly had the idea, and you just ran with it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Recruiting must have been tricky. You can’t just go up to someone and say, ‘So, do you get off on holding your pee until you explode?’”
“No, but once we really started looking, we started seeing more and more candidates…”
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Flashback again. Let’s say it’s soft focus this time, like it’s set in the 70’s. Or maybe it’s more of an 80’s getting-the-gang-together montage? Whatever. Flashback!
Kelly sidles up to Kari in the dorm bathroom…
Kelly talking to Ashley in line for the bathroom at a party…
Kelly talking to Amanda at a meeting of the campus sex-positive club…
Kelly and Ashley making out in the line for the bathroom…
Amanda introducing Kelly to Bella…
Kelly and Ashley and Sophie pulling at each other’s clothes and collapsing into bed…
and, finally,
Kelly catching up Zephyr after a long lecture as Zeph is making tracks for the nearest restroom…
The camera tracks around, and we see Sophie watching Kelly and Zeph. Has been watching for a while, actually. Maybe the whole time. Maybe the whole montage…
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The Present, with that fade-in effect so that Sophie’s in the exact position she was in during the flashback.
“Okay. Kari first. How did you spot her?”
“I heard her, actually. I wasn’t so pee-shy anymore, but I still preferred peeing alone, which usually meant waiting until late. One night I was finishing up in a stall when someone came barging in, slamming doors, breathing hard, and then peeing an incredible amount. It was Kari. I didn’t say anything then. Kelly did all the talking.”
“Seems a little odd you recruited the asexual first.”
“Just luck.”
“And Kelly spotted Ashley in a bathroom line?”
“I’d had my eye on her. Kelly found Amanda, though, and Amanda found Bella.”
“And then Kelly saw me that one time in class.”
“Mmmhmm. She did.”
“How’d you get the house? This isn’t college-owned, right?”
Sophie’s face got a little distant. “Right,” she said. “My family and I have an awkward relationship. My father… he’s not a nice man. Manipulative. Plays people against each other. But I know too many of his secrets. He bought this house—to keep me quiet. We rent from him. He asks no questions so I don’t talk.”
“Whoa.” Zephyr shook her head. “That’s… that’s a lot heavier than I thought that story would be.”
“We don’t talk about it much, and I’d like to keep it that way,” Sophie said. “Not everyone knows.”
“I can keep a secret.”
“Good.”
“Well, no matter how you got here, this is a pretty amazing group you and Kelly built.”
“Mostly Kelly. She had the idea.”
“Sounds like you helped.”
“Here and there.”
“Still—I’m grateful.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And… well…”
Sophie waited, a single eyebrow raised.
“All that talk… I’m pretty turned on right now.”
“Oh?” Sophie said, eyes bright.
“And we just drank an entire bottle of wine, and most of a pitcher of water, and we haven’t broken the seal yet…” Zephyr leaned closer.
“Mmmm?”
“May I express my appreciation for your work on ΠΣΣ House? Non-verbally?”
“Please do.”
Their lips met.
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Didn't plan on ending two updates in a row with a kiss! I promise the next installment will end in a piss... or two...
And after that, it'll be the season finale! But we're only on Season 1. Lots more ideas where this came from. |
SO much sex in the next one, folks... but if you didn't know that about my stories by now, what have you been reading?
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Sophie, it turned out, was a hungry kisser. She grabbed Zephyr by the dress and dragged her close. Zephyr nearly passed out before she could break free. The panting and the racing heart, however, just fired her up all the more. “Wow,” she said, between gasps.
“Sorry, not sorry,” Sophie whispered in her ear. “I’ve waited so long…”
“Huh?”
“I’ve wanted to do that since the day you moved in.”
“Whoa. You played it kinda cool.”
“Seduction, beautiful. Seduction.” Sophie kissed her again. Again it felt like she was taking Zephyr by storm.
“Take me somewhere,” Sophie demanded, again with the whisper in the ear. “Take me somewhere and make me scream.”
“Uh, should we maybe clean up first…?”
“Later,” Sophie said. She took Zephyr’s face between her hands and kissed her a third time. This time the kiss didn’t break, it moved: Sophie bent to plant a long smoldering smooch on Zephyr’s neck. As she did so, she slid the strap of Zephyr’s dress down and off Zeph’s shoulder.
It had been a long time since Mandy had gotten out a vibe for Zephyr. It had been longer since Kelly had welcomed her to the house. And before that—well, it had been a bit of a dry spell. Sophie’s sudden raw hunger for her was more intoxicating than the wine. She could feel herself getting wet already. Her pulse wasn’t so much pounding as thrumming.
“So Mandy said we can use her room…” she managed to say.
“Good,” Sophie said, still kissing—and pushing the other strap down as well. In a second or two she was going to strip Zephyr naked right there at the dinner table.
“I thought I was supposed to be seducing you,” Zeph gasped.
“You did,” Sophie said. “Now I’m tired of waiting.” She stood up, held out a hand. Zephyr shrugged back into one of the straps and took Sophie’s hand.
Sophie dragged her toward the steps. Zeph barely had time to blow out the candles. As they charged up the staircase, Z’s eye fell on the word “Consent” in the Code.
“Uh, Sophie?” she said.
“What’s up, gorgeous?”
“Can we talk about this?”
“Sure. I’ll give you your green light if you make me cum.”
“Uh—yeah. But how do you want to do it…?”
They were at the door to Mandy’s room by now.
“I want that sweet tongue of yours on my clit, that’s how,” Sophie said. “But for a warm-up, let’s make out until we’re about to piss ourselves.”
This was the shy, mousy girl? It was true what they said about the quiet ones!
“Oh, and I want that dress off you,” Sophie said, as the door shut behind them, “but not because you don’t look good. Just the opposite, really. Let me look at you a minute.”
Zephyr obligingly struck a pose.
“Now let that strap fall.”
The dress slid to Zeph’s hips—and because she barely had hips, that only hung it up for a moment. The moment after, she was standing naked in a puddle of white, still posing.
“Fuck yeah,” Sophie said. She stripped off her shirt and bra in what had to be record time, and then flung her arms around Zeph for another one of those anti-oxygen kisses.
This was all moving so fast. But clearly they both wanted it. Zephyr let herself be pulled down to the bed. Sophie’s hands were already all over her body. She replied in kind.
After a few minutes of sustained making out and fondling, Zephyr broke the kiss again. “At this rate,” she gasped, “I don’t know if I can wait to get desperate.”
“Oh, am I moving too fast?” Sophie said. “Well, I can definitely slow down a bit.”
“Not sure I want you to slow down.”
“But I do. I wanna see you squirm.”
The arousal may have slowed Zeph’s sense of her bladder. Certatinly Sophie’s mouth was making her lose all track of time. But eventually all the water and all the wine caught up.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“It all just hit me.”
“About time. I’ve been feeling it since we came upstairs.”
“Ooof. I really really gotta pee!”
“Good,” Sophie said. “I gotta go too. Bad. And you’ve got one job: make me cum before I piss in Mandy’s bed.”
“I’m—on—the clock—too,” Zephyr said, kissing her way down Sophie’s belly and hip.
“Work fast…”
Zeph set her tongue went to work between Sophie’s legs—and slipped a hand between her own. She was going to need it.
Sophie was wild. She moaned. She thrashed. Her hands tore at the sheets so hard Zeph was afraid she’d rip them. She bucked her hips. She wrapped her legs around Zephyr’s neck and didn’t let go. Shudders ran through her, from arousal or desperation Z couldn’t tell—probably both. Then it was more than shudders: Sophie’s body was at a roiling boil. And, as she’d asked for, she screamed.
She didn’t let go, either.
“Keep going,” she demanded, panting. “Keep going. I’m gonna… I can…”
And it took another minute or two, but she was right.
Finally she slapped Zephyr’s head and begged, “Stop, stop, stop.” Zeph came up for air at last.
“Holy fucking shit,” Sophie said. “I needed that.”
“Sounds like.”
“And now I need something else, too.”
“Want me to grab a jar?”
“Nah. We’ll use a mat.”
“It’s gonna get soaked…”
“Don’t care, that’s why we’ve got extras. I just love letting go totally freely, not paying any mind to where I’m pissing. Here, kneel down with me.”
“I don’t know if I’ve ever peed while I was kneeling…”
“Oh, your legs are gonna get drenched. Don’t worry, we’ll shower. But first, I wanna watch you hold it a bit longer. You’re so cute when you wriggle.”
Zephyr, who had been holding her crotch the entire time, had no choice but to oblige.
Sophie let out a huge sigh and then let go. Zephyr took her hand away and was about to do the same, but Sophie put her own hand there and gripped hard, shaking her head. “Wait and watch,” she said, still in full flood. The backs of her legs and her inner thighs were spattered with droplets.
Only after her stream had dwindled to nothing did Sophie finally say, “Okay, you can let go.”
Zephyr tried. She really tried.
Sophie leaned forward and kissed her. “It’s okay. I was pee-shy myself once, remember? It takes time. Would it help if I looked the other way?”
“Not enough, it wouldn’t…”
“Then I’ll just step outside. You pee right into that mat, though, I want you as drenched as I am. Bring it out when you’re done.”
With Sophie gone and the door closed, Zephyr finally could unclench. The quiet, wild girl had been right: the spatter was intense. It felt like her legs were getting a shower. And the mat was soaked. But she felt much better—aside from the unreleased arousal.
“All done?” Sophie called from outside.
“Yeah,” Zephyr said over her shoulder.
“So you are—and don’t you look sexy as hell like that? You have such a cute butt. Need a hand up?”
“Um. If we’re being really open…”
“And since we just had sex, we are…”
“Well, that’s just it, y’know?”
Sophie laughed. “Oh, did I get you all hot and bothered and then forget to get you off? Here, let’s take a shower and I’ll fix that.”
“Huh?”
“Oh come on. That’s why we’ve got the detachable showerhead, honey…”
A few minutes later, Zephyr’s eyes were closed and her hands were pressed flat against the shower wall as Sophie, kneeling beside her, played the stream of hot water over her clit.
“It’s like peeing in reverse,” Zephyr gasped.
Sophie laughed. “I never thought of it that way!” She kissed Zephyr’s hip. “Now, you sexy thing… cum for me.”
As she’d been doing all night, Zephyr quickly did what she was told.
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Season finale soon! I just need to write it... |
Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else -- Season 1 Finale. BOOM.
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The next day…
“Par-tayyyy!” Ashley screamed. She’d just seen Sophie’s green light next to Zephyr’s name.
“Fuck yeah!” Kelly said. “We’re clearing the table tonight, girls.”
“I’ll get the booze!”
“No need, I’ve been saving some just for this!”
“I’ve got the soda.”
“You mean the pop?”
Through all the hubbub Zepyhr stared at the green lights down the line. She felt excited. She felt proud. A little turned on. And a little apprehensive.
Take Ashley, for instance. She’d been sending all kinds of signals—and yet she’d held back until the last green lights came in. And Zephyr was aching for Ashley’s touch at last. But now Zeph was also burning for Sophie, too. It might be a problem.
It’s a fucking fantastic problem to have, though!
“What does ‘clearing the table’ mean?” she asked Kelly.
“We set out cans and bottles of soda and alcohol on the table. We start drinking. And the bathroom is closed until we’ve swallowed every last drop.”
“Can I pee someplace else?”
“Good question. Ordinarily, Clearing the Table is just designed to set up playing, especially group playing, and you can do what you want. But tonight, since it’s a special occasion with a new member of the sorority being pledged, no you may not pee elsewhere. The first piss as a ΠΣΣ House Sister is… important.”
“Uh, could you make that slightly more vague?”
“Well, I can’t make it more clear because it’s going to be a surprise.”
“Oh, all right.”
That had been in the morning. Now it was suppertime. There was food, yes, but Ashley and Kelly and Mandy had brought out quite an astonishing array of cans and bottles. A full twelve-pack of LaCroix, for instance. A half-full bottle of half-decent rum. A quarter-full bottle of peach schnapps. Ginger ale, in bottles. Coke, in cans.
“We’re going to drink all of that?”
“Every last drop,” Kelly said. “And then we’ll pee it all out. Rivers and rivers. A toast!” she said to her sisters at the table. “Let’s raise a glass to our newest sister. Our newest, dead-sexy sister.” Some of the rum went into shot glasses. Schnapps went into a few other glasses.
“A toast!” Sophie cried out, and knocked back her rum like a champion. The others followed suit.
A moment later the door opened and Bella walked in, a little later than usual. Oddly, she seemed a trifle flushed. “Hi!” she said, putting down her bag. “Are we all here?”
“Yes, and we’re clearing the table,” Kelly explained.
“Oh gosh, I don’t know if I can manage that,” Bella said. “It’s been 22 hours for me, gang.”
“But this is to honor Zephyr joining ΠΣΣ House formally. She got Sophie’s nod last night.”
“Well—I can try!”
“As the newest pledge,” Kelly said, handing Zephyr a can, “tradition states that you chug this.”
And with that, they were off.
Do the math: twelve cans to a pack. 12 ounces to a can. And Zephyr ended up with four of them, of various types. Plus a Dark and Stormy (rum and ginger ale), about the same size, that was a little heavy on the rum. Plus a glass of water “to keep you hydrated after that” (followed by gales of laughter). Nor had Zephyr been entirely empty before the table was laid. So as the evening went on, Zephyr drank 72 ounces of liquids—at least. Because after the girls had made a dent in the main supply, then there was the true “cleaning up”, and somehow quite a lot of it went to Zeph. The human body can only absorb about 8 ounces at a time. So it was only about fifteen minutes in before Zeph began to feel twinges in her bladder. After forty-five minutes she was definitely needing to pee.
Ashley was drinking plenty too. She wasn’t quite matching Zeph drink for drink, but she had a can of Coke, a can of LaCroix, a Dark and Stormy of her own, and some schnapps. She was wriggling a bit, from excitement or pee, Z couldn’t tell.
Bella was trying to make it to 24 hours, and so she was pacing herself a bit. But the statuesque girl was clearly a little anxious. Although her facial expressions were always a little hard to read, since she’d never been able to watch them in others, her body language was unmistakable. So was her body: her “third boob” was very clear at this point under her simple skirt.
Kelly and Kari and Amanda were all doing their best, but Sophie was putting away quite a lot.
At the hour mark, Zephyr announced, “Okay, everybody, I really need to pee.”
“That calls for another drink!” And somehow Zeph found herself chugging another can.
About ten minutes later, Zeph said, “Oh, it’s all hitting me at once…”
“I doubt it,” Kelly said smugly. “That’s just the first wave.”
“You’re doing great, hon,” Mandy said encouragingly. “You too, Bella.”
Bella blew out her breath slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever cleared the table without a morning pee…”
“I’ve never cleared a table at all!” Zeph said, with a bit of a whimper.
Ashley and Sophie moved to her side. “You got this, girl,” Ashley said.
“Mmmhmm,” Sophie added. “Just breathe.”
“And sit on your heel.”
With Zephyr now well-supported, Mandy went to help Bella. “This is what you’re so good at, girl,” she whispered to the blind woman. “Nobody here can match you for volume.”
Ten minutes later, Zeph said, “Oh shit. This is getting bad. When do I get to pee?”
“Soon,” Kelly said.
“That’s really really really unhelpful.”
“Makes it worse, not knowing, doesn’t it?” Sophie said.
“You’ll make it,” Ashley said, reassuringly.
“I hope I do,” Bella muttered. Amanda gave her a gentle hug—well above the waist.
“Do I get to know how I get to pee?” Zephyr said.
“Can I tell her?” Ashley said.
“No, no, I want to,” Sophie said. “We’ll all pee together, in the bathtub. It’s a symbol of our unity—all our piss mingling together.”
“That sounds… really hot.”
“Worth waiting for.”
“Do we have to?”
“Well—yeah. Tradition also says that the new pledge has to be bursting.”
“I’m bursting, I’m bursting!”
“Hold it,” Sophie said, firmly and fiercely. Her eyes were glittering with lust.
“You can do it, hon,” Ashley said. Her leg was bouncing. Zephyr was well beyond the bouncing stage, though: her legs were double-knotted.
A few minutes later, Zeph made a sudden move toward the sink. Sophie and Ashley caught her by the arms and sat her back down. Sophie kept a tight grip after that; Ashley, in contrast, draped a supportive arm around Z’s shoulders.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Zeph was cursing, panting.
“You’ve got this,” Mandy said from where she sat beside Bella. “You won’t pee until you want to.”
“Or until we want you,” Sophie said, with an unrepentant grin.
“How much longer?” Bella asked.
“When did you pee last night?”
“9:30, right before bed.”
Mandy glanced at the clock, and then at Zephyr. “That’ll be tough on Zeph,” she said quietly to Kelly.
“Bella,” Kelly asked, “do you mind peeing earlier, if you added clearing the table on top of almost a full day?”
“That’s fine by me,” Bella said. “This is definitely the most I’ve pushed myself in months…”
“Shit!” Zeph squealed.
“Did you leak?” Sophie asked.
“Just a bit…”
“Hold it tighter than that.”
“I’ll try,” Zephyr gasped. “But I don’t think I’ve got much longer left in me… all those cans, all at once…”
“The idea really is to get you right on the edge of exploding,” Kelly said.
“I’m there, I promise!”
“Well, what does everybody think? Time to go?” Kelly asked.
“Not yet!” Sophie insisted.
“I think she’s got a little left in her,” Mandy said.
“I don’t! Not any more!” Zeph said. “God, it hurts. This really really hurts.”
“She’ll have to hold it even harder once we’re upstairs,” Ashley said, apparently pointing out some part of the ritual.
“Good point,” Kelly said. “Well, Zeph, pain is a traditional part of pledging, isn’t it? But let’s start getting ready. Upstairs, everyone!”
This was a challenge for Bella. It was impossible for Zephyr. Ashley and Mandy, the strong ones, had to carry her upstairs, with some assistance from Sophie. Kari helped Bella, one step at a time. Kelly led the way.
In the bathroom, after they’d all filed in—Zephyr still supported on one side by Ashley and Sophie on the other—Kelly turned to the group and said, “All right, ladies. No secrets between us.”
“What does that mean?” Zeph asked.
“That means we’re gettin’ naked,” Kelly answered.
"Aw, crap. That's gonna make it even harder to hold!"
"Got it in one!"
“Kelly, do I have to strip?” Kari asked. “Can’t I keep my panties on? That’s how I always do it…”
“Yeah, but the way you always do it, you only go when you can’t hold it. Are you about to piss your pants?”
“No.”
“Zephyr’s about to piss hers. And you know how we do it.”
“Oh, all right.”
“A little help, please?” Zephyr asked.
“I got you,” Ashley said. She already had her shirt off. And when she helped Zephyr get hers off, it sent waves of excitement rolling through Zeph’s body.
Getting Zeph’s pants and panties off was the real challenge. Sophe solved it by simply slipping her hands down the front and pressing hard, while Ashley peeled the pants down Zeph’s legs. At this point Z was nearly helpless, between the desperation and the arousal. Getting stripped down by the two sexiest girls in the house? No wonder she was weak in the knees.
No. They were all sexy, each in their own way, Zeph thought. She shoved aside the pain, squeezed her inner muscles all the tighter, and took a second to take it all in.
Kelly had just kicked off her underwear. She was nicely curvy, with nice hips and the beginnings of a pot belly. Her nipples were huge (and hard). But the hottest part of her was the gleeful look in her eyes.
Kari, thin and flat as a plank, almost hipless. With her short hair she might even pass as a boy—except there was definitely a pussy underneath that red bush. Such a contrast to Kelly. What would making love to Kari be like—if the girl were at all sexual?
Amanda was next, standing tall and proud in her chocolate rolls. The biggest breasts Zeph had ever seen in person, and hips that could hold up cathedrals. Zeph remembered getting lost in the sea of Mandy’s body.
Beautiful Bella. So classically gorgeous. Her breasts were amazingly perky, considering their size. Right now, however, they were dangling a bit, because Bella was bent over slightly, one hand near crotch. Zeph had never seen the champion all-day holder in such a bad way.
Then came Sophie, short and small, dark hair flowing down her shoulders, and flaming lust in her eyes.
Last was Ashley. Zeph thought she’d never seen the girl so hot: Ashley’s athletic body, perfect breasts small and round, trim and taught muscles quivering with desire. Desire to pee, yes, they were all needing that—but desire for Zephyr, too, Z knew.
She saw all this in just a few seconds. Then she felt the spurt escape her, and seep out between her double-crossed legs. Everyone heard it.
“All right, everyone, into the tub!”
Amanda and Bella sat down side by side, scooting their butts back over the edge. Kelly sat down next to Bella, where the tub walls turned the corner—but facing in, spreading her legs wide. Kari just jumped into the middle and spread her legs. Sophie and Ashley helped Zephyr over to the tub. Sophie positioned herself the same way Kelly had; Zeph and Ash backed their butts up, instead. Sophie snaked an arm around Zeph’s waist; Ashley was still monopolizing Zeph’s shoulders.
“On three, okay, ladies?”
“If not before,” Bella murmured. “It’s starting to come out…”
“Wait!” Zephyr wondered who had yelped, then realized it was her. “What if I can’t pee?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Sophie said—and quick as a snake, her hand on Zephyr’s hip darted back to Zeph’s bladder and pushed—hard. There was no holding it after that.
“Now!” Kelly said.
Seven bladders—all of them big, most of them full, two of them extremely bursting—flew open at once. It sounded like a waterfall.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Oh, shit, yes…”
“That feels so good.”
“Wow, we’re literally pissing a river, aren’t we?”
“That’s a wall-to-wall piss, yeah!”
“Oh holy fuck thank you.”
“Ahhhhhh!”
“God yes…”
Sheer bliss flooded through Zephyr’s whole body. She understood exactly how Kari must feel while wetting (usually felt, anyway; at this point Kari must have been mostly noticing the lake of pee she was now standing in). Even so, it was taking a long time to pee it all out. Her body kept pumping out the endorphins. But she couldn’t help but feel a burning between her legs that had nothing to do with pee—and everything to do with it. Plus everything to do with Sophie and Ashley. Zeph could feel the tension draining out of Ashley’s body. Sophie still seemed tense as a coiled spring.
The streams started to die away—first one, then another. Finally only Zephyr and Bella were still peeing. And then it was just Bella. But only for a few seconds longer, and then there was just the sound of a few of them breathing heavily.
“I don’t know about you all,” Kari said into the silence, “but I’m gonna take a shower.”
“What, you don’t like being covered in our pee?”
“Congratulations, Zephyr,” Kelly said, standing up and stretching. “Whew. That was fun, but I’m tired.”
“Me too,” Amanda said. “I’m headed to my room if anyone wants to join me. But before we do: group hug! Zephyr’s one of us now!”
Zephyr didn’t particularly want to move, especially as Ashley and Sophie were still all over her. But she stood up, on shaky legs—and was swallowed up by a huge hug from all directions.
“Ooof,” she said, squeezed. As fun as it was to be hugged by six naked girls, she was highly conscious of how sweaty she was. “Thank you, everyone, thank you… but I wanna wash up a bit. Can I get the shower after you, Kari?”
“I’ll do you one better than that,” Sophie said.
“Hmm?”
“I’ll show you.”
The girls started to filter out. Bella and Mandy went to their rooms. Kelly brushed her teeth. Kari hopped in the shower as she’d said. Which meant that Ashley and Sophie and Zeph were left—still stark naked—standing by the tub. Neither of the other two girls seemed about to move.
Well, this could get nasty, Zephyr thought. I wish I could have them both.
Well, maybe I can…
She was about to open her mouth when she saw how they were acting. When she looked to Ashley, the super-fit girl was looking back at her with a look that could melt chocolate. And when Zeph looked to Sophie, the shorter girl was looking daggers in Ashley’s direction.
Okay, maybe I can’t. How to navigate this?
“Hey,” she said to Ash. “I’ll be downstairs in a bit. Wait up for me?”
“Sure!” Ashley said. She collected her clothes and headed out, sending a longing glance over her shoulder.
All right. Now to handle the jealous one. “So what did you have in mind?”
“A nice hot bath,” Sophie said. “Did you know that this tub has jacuzzi jets?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“As soon as Kari’s out of the shower.”
“Somebody say my name?” Kari said, getting out just then and reaching for her towel.
“Good,” Sophie said, and started running the hot water.
Then it was just the two of them. Sophie slipped a hair tie over the bathroom doorknob.
“Um, Sophie? What are you doing?”
“Just relax,” the girl said. She stood on tiptoe to kiss Zeph’s cheek. “You just worked really hard.”
“Yeah, I did. In fact I feel like I might not be done yet…”
Sophie laid a gentle hand over Zeph’s bladder. “I’ll bet you’re not, with everything you drank. Frankly, it’s really typical for us to all have to pee two or three times after clearing the table. And you got most of it.”
“But you just closed off the bathroom…”
“They’ll just have to hold it,” Sophie said, running a hand through Zeph’s hair. “Good thing they’re all pretty good at that.”
“Heh, I guess they are. But what are we doing?”
“Aftercare,” Sophie said. “After all, you just worked really hard. But you’re not quite finished. Are you? Especially not one way...” Her other hand slid up Zeph’s hip and onto her butt.
Zeph’s resistance melted.
A few minutes later she was sitting in the warm bath, leaning back against Sophie’s body, entirely in the quiet girl’s hands. One of those hands was stroking Z’s hair (now up and out of the way of the water) and cheek, or trailing across Z’s breasts or down her belly. The other hand was resting gently on Z’s crotch, running lightly over her clit. The jacuzzi feature was running, sending hot pulses of water against Zeph’s body. Sophie’s legs squeezed gently against her hips. And Sophie was kissing her, sweetly, hair and earlobe and neck and shoulder. Between the kisses, she whispered in Zeph’s ear.
“Dear god, you’re so sexy… this tight little body… your cute little breasts… I’ve been wet for weeks, just watching you run around with no shirt on… mmm, I felt that shiver… you go right ahead and cum, hot stuff, you earned it… you were holding so much… I was full, but you were incredible… like Niagra Falls… yeah, that’s right, that’s right… mmmhmm… mmmhmm… yeah, there you are…”
“I don’t want to move,” Zeph whispered, after the shaking had past.
“No rush,” Sophie said.
But Ashley’s downstairs waiting for me…
But Sophie’s right here. And she’s so sexy. And she’s being so sweet…
Eventually her body pushed for a decision: she really did need to pee again.
“Sophie?”
“Mmm?”
“I was right. I gotta go again.”
“Just go right here.”
“I don’t wanna pee in the bath.”
“It’s fine. It’ll warm us up again.”
“No! You just got me clean.”
“Fine. Toilet’s right over there.”
Zeph got up out of the tub, dripping, and sat down on the toilet. Sophie rolled over and rested her head on her arms, smiling with satisfaction, to watch.
“I can’t go when you’re watching, you know that.”
“You did a little while ago, hon.”
“Yeah, when I was incredibly desperate and you squeezed me!”
“Worked, didn’t it?” Sophie pointed out. “I knew you might have some trouble getting started, cutie.”
“Will you please just let me pee?”
“Fine, fine.” Sophie rolled over again.
“And cover your ears!”
“Now you’re just being a silly girl.” But she did.
Zephyr peed quickly, then dried herself off.
“Hey now, what’s this? Come on back here, the water’s fine.”
“I’m getting pretty tired,” Zeph said, truthfully, scooping up her clothes. But more truthfully, she suddenly wanted to be out of there.
“Oh, all right. But I’m not through with you yet.” And Sophie gave a luxurious stretch that set off her boobs to amazing effect, and almost persuaded Zeph to drop her clothes and climb back in.
But instead she padded downstairs. Nobody was in the main room, which was fine. Somehow that last conversation had bugged her, however much she’d enjoyed the sex and the attention. She stood outside the Bunkroom door for a moment, thinking about the evening. It had been… hard. Good, but hard.
The light in the Bunkroom was off. Mindful that Kari and Ashley were probably now in bed, Zeph left the light off, found the laundry hamper by feel, and climbed into her bed.
As soon as she put her knee up on the bed she knew someone was in bed already.
“There you are,” Ashley said, sleepily.
“Sorry I took so long,” Zeph whispered, suddenly guilty.
“It’s fine. I’m just glad you got here before I passed out.”
Zephyr pulled the blanket over her and, by necessity, cozied up to Ashley. She realized they were both still naked.
“I hope you don’t mind me slipping in here,” Ashley whispered. “But I really, really, really want to kiss you right now. I hope that’s okay.”
In answer, Zephyr kissed her instead. It took a moment to get their lips lined up, and they giggled, and then did it again, properly.
And again. And again. For a long time. With arms and legs wrapped around each other.
Finally they had to stop for breath.
“You are so amazing,” Ashley breathed. “So much fun, and so sweet. And so sexy.”
“You amaze me,” Zephyr replied, equally quietly. “Holy fuck, you amaze me. Your strength. I want to kiss every one of your muscles. Strength of will, too.”
“It’s true it has been hard, waiting for you. But now we don’t have to wait any more.”
“Well… I’m actually really tired.”
“No problem. We have plenty of time.”
They kissed themselves to sleep.
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End of Season One! Season Two apparently gonna have some DRAMA, y'all.
And soooooo much desperation and sex.
Ta ta for now! |
CHAPTER 2
"Hey Ryu, right? "
"Yeah that's me "
"Well I've been the whole class thinking about how to ask, but would you like to have a coffee with me right now?"
"Yeah sure... Although I still have a class left for the day" She answered as her bladder groaned in discomfort.
"Yeah we have the same one, don't worry"
"Okay then lead the way"
Ryu hoped that she could make a quick escape after the promised beverage to the bathroom before class. Fate would not have it though. The conversation was pleasant, both of them finding they had more in common than expected, yet it was punctuated by her unconscious shivers and squirming. Time flew as her low waisted jeans dug into her bladder as the coffee flowed directly into it, making her almost moan of desire to let go. And suddenly both of them were jostled by the bell ringing to signify the end of the break, so much that a little spurt wet her white panties, sparing her jeans for now.
The bathroom lay forgotten as both of them continued talking on their way back and even sat together for their last class. Who knew Leo could be so interesting as to make her forget her aching need, or maybe it was the well defined muscles of his arms you could see thanks to his flattering shirt. All in all she welcomed the change and began taking notes, secretly wondering if he knew what she was hiding.
She absentmindedly took notes while she fantasized about different scenarios. Would he encourage her to keep going with her hold? Or if she just opened her legs and emptied herself right besides him, would he humiliate her or be a gentleman about it? She had to bite her pen to stifle a moan, a big cramp had come out of nowhere as she felt her even more soaked panties against her pussy. She didn't know what turned her on more.
Leo had been giving her concerned glances more frequent as time progressed, her heavy breathing and rocking had increased exponentially as she felt the gates struggling to stay closed a second more. There was no hiding it.
"Ryu are you all right, you look flushed and nervous"
"Leo, to be truthful I need to pee. I need to pee real bad. Very very bad." She confesed.
"There is still half an hour of class do you think you will be able to hold for that long?"
"I don't know"
"Wait, how long have you been holding?"
"I don't know, since this morning?"
"What do you mean?" He asked in disbelief.
"I kind of forgot to have my morning pee and then I was too busy"
"So you simply forgot, and then conveniently kept forgetting trough the day till you got to this state, right?"
"You got me there..."
"It's okay, we will think of something"
"Thanks!" Ryu whispered forcibly as she hid her face with the table, having forgoing in taking any kind of notes since she needed both hands to keep herself from wetting her jeans. An ill timed contraction choosing that moment to appear making her bang her forehead against the table and her mouth let a whiny whimper.
"Ryu! Is there anything I can do to help?" he gently asked as he put her big hand in her protruding bladder. "Oh! It's as if you were pregnant!"
"Leo really.."
"And it's very firm too" He exclaimed in hushed surprise as he pressed.
"No don't!" She tried, too late, because as her hand pried his the increment on pressure made her clamped shut walls give way. A dark spot appeared between her legs, not very noticeable thankfully. Except Leo had noticed and he looked too amused for Ryu's own good.
When the class ended everyone exited fast, that being the last class of the day and also Friday made them almost alone in a matter of seconds. The only problem being that Ryu doubted that she could hold her pee in if she got up and had to wait in line, which meant Leo went on a reconoisance mission, and she could swear the bathroom was not as far as it was for him to have taken so long. He probably walked the asshole, she cursed as he also informed her there was a big queue and offered to drive her home if she could hold it in long enough.
The only problem being that she knew she couldn't, once she stood up there would be no hope for her poor bladder to contain 17 hours worth of pee. Thankfully Leo came up with a rather imaginative solution.
"Okay Ryu, I have an idea but you may not like it" He hesitated rummaging in his bag.
"Out with it, fast or I won't leave dry!"
"Well you see I have a nearly full bottle in my bag and I know for sure the dean won't come any time soon... So if you can drink it the you can fill it up and that may buy you some time?"
"God no! I hate you!... Please give me the bottle..."
She glupped the damn thing whole without breathing and then realised Leo would see her bare and worse filling his own bottle with her pee. He would see her in all her dirty glory and she would rub where his mouth had been hours before in her pussy. Now she was horny.
Still there was no place for shyness there or else the whole faculty would see her wet jeans, and that she could not live down. So Ryu stood up got her jeans and panties to her ankles in a swift movement and opened her legs wide spreading her puffy labia and placed the 350ml bottle in her urethra making accidental contact with her sensitive clit.
She had ordered Leo to keep watch but he had disregarded it and was looking intently at her actions. Her pride made her unable to back down so she looked right into his eyes and began peeing as a loud moan of relief escaped her parted lips. If she could get away with rubbing her clit then she knew she would cum in seconds.
Not soon after beginning Leo was telling her to stop.
"No, I can't please..." the girl protested weakly.
"I sorry Ryu, but you have filled it up, if you keep going you will make a mess."
"Fuuck, I... I can't stop... Damit, there is still too much of it inside me!"
As soon as her stream stopped Leo whisked the bottle away, closed it and threw it in the trash. She was still presenting her pussy in full display as he urged her to put her already wet panties on to try and dry her dripping pussy. He helped her up and guided her to his car.
That is when she felt her bladder getting filled again but weaker than before.
She had been tricked, and if the stiff hard on you could somehow notice trough Leo's dark jeans was something to go by the fun would be prolonged.
Maybe she could give him another show... |
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