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Chapter 3, New Friends
Wednesday-Thursday Part 1
“So come on! Tell me! You must’ve wet yourself before. Every kid does sometimes. At least once!”
Aiden shifted uncomfortably. This wasn’t a conversation he was used to having with other kids, or ever really wanted to, especially with pretty girl-type ones.
“Why do you wanna know?”
Maria shrugged, her big brown eyes boring a hole deep into his soul.
“Dunno really. But I do. Come on, I just told you about me. Aiden.”
He sighed. It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t going to drop it. Maybe he could just make something up, just to keep her happy.
“I suppose I did, when I was younger of course. Not for a long long time now. Maybe when I was like 8 or something.”
Maria smiled at him. “You’re lying,” she declared. “I can tell. You look all nervous, and you won’t look at me. Commmmmmme onnnnnn! I told you my secret!”
“I didn’t ask!” Aiden blurted out.
Maria’s face fell, and she suddenly looked downcast, like a chastised puppy. “You think I’m really weird now, dontcha? Guess I shouldn’t of said anything. I get it, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone. Aiden.”
She lowered herself down gently this time, instead of jumping. Her earlier energy wasn’t there anymore, and now she did look a lot younger, and a little bit sad. She started walking off, head slightly bowed.
“Maria! Wait! Don’t go. Please? Come back up here. I’ll tell you some stuff. Promise.”
She turned to look at him expectantly. “You don’t have to. I guess it was a stupid thing for me to tell you anyhow. It’s just you found out that I wet my pants in the car, and I guess I just didn’t want it to be a big deal. I thought if I told you how my mama doesn’t care too much, then maybe you wouldn’t either. Pretty dumb, huh? I shoulda known that big high school kids don’t talk about stuff like that.” She turned away again.
Aiden jumped down, and hurried to catch up with her, grabbing her by the elbow. He was fascinated by this little Amazon girl, and couldn’t let her just walk away, even if it meant he had to tell her stuff he usually wouldn’t talk about. He was used to being the outsider himself most of the time, and now he’d made her feel like one. Besides, she was the only other kid here yet, and she was almost the same age as him! Who knew how old the other kids would be, if indeed any other kids even showed up. If they were older, or even the same age, they wouldn’t want a shrimp like him hanging around, and although little kids could be fun in small doses, he didn’t want to hang around with them for a week. He liked Maria, maybe a lot already, and it was vitally important to him that they become friends.
“Don’t go Maria. Stay here and talk to me. Please?”
He hadn’t seen the way she grinned when he grabbed her by the arm, and she was quick to wipe the smile from her face before turning around.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to talk about stuff like that. I guess I was just kinda hoping that you’d know what it’s like to have an accident. At least one.”
He found his hand slipping gently into hers, and he guided her towards the swings, where they sat down together. She looked down, tracing circles in the sand with her big toe.
“I do know what it’s like to wet myself, Maria. It’s happened a few times. It still happens every now and then if I get really excited or scared. I don’t like full on wet my pants or anything, but sometimes a little bit comes out. I still wet the bed sometimes too. It’s happened twice this week, and it happened on the way up here today, when I fell asleep in the car. If you don’t believe me, go look in the window! There’s a big old towel on the seat. My folks even got me pull ups to wear at night up here, in case it happens again, and I haven’t worn those in like forever. Or at least a year.”
He almost mentioned his incident at camp, but he decided that he’d probably shared enough information with her to start with. He couldn’t believe he had only known her for about half an hour, and he’d told her all of that! He must be crazy! But, something told him that he could trust this little warrior girl with his secrets.
“What about on purpose? Ever done it on purpose?” She started swinging.
Aiden kicked up, and joined her. “Honestly? No. Not that I can remember.” He paused, “Except...”
Just like that, she laughed again. “Exccccepttttt? Go on! Tell me!”
Aiden laughed too. “Does my swimsuit count? I always do a wee in my shorts or swimsuit if I’m playing under the hose, or with the slip-n-slide, or at the beach.....”
“Me too!” Maria giggled. “It’s fun! There’s a big beach just over that hill! You and me can pee in our bathers at the beach!”
Aiden couldn’t help but laugh. It was such a strange thing to say, but he realised that he would actually love to pee in his swimsuit with her at the beach! It sounded so naughty!
At the same time, he decided it would be his shorts, not the speedos his mum had packed. He only ever wore them in his backyard. They were soooo revealing, and he didn’t have much down there that he wanted to reveal.
Mario and Sean returned a few minutes later, and chuckled at the way their kids were laughing and talking at 100 miles an hour, as they swung higher and higher, trying to beat each other. Maria saw her father, and launched herself from the swing, easily outdistancing the mark that Aiden had made earlier. She landed like a panther, and ran towards the men.
“Papa!” She squealed, as the older man opened his arms, and she ran straight into them, almost knocking the wind out of him as he wrapped her in a big hug.
“Ooof! Princess! Go easy. I’m an old man you know! Sean my friend. This is my baby girl, Maria. Maria, this is Mr Simmons, he’s a going to paint this place up real pretty.”
A lot of kids would be a bit bashful being introduced to a new adult, but not Maria. She let go of her father, and held out a small hand, looking directly into his eyes with a smile.
“Hello Mr Simmons. I’m Maria. You must be Aidens papa? Nice to meet you.”
Sean smiled. “Guilty as charged. Pleased to meet you too, Maria. You’ve obviously met my boy then?”
She grinned. “Yep. He’s really nice,” then turned back to her father. “Papa, can I show Aiden around the place, please?”
Mario ruffled her already messy hair. “Of course you can princess, but why don’t you go put some shoes on first, eh?”
She just laughed. “I don’t need shoes on papa! Come on Aiden, let’s go,” and she grabbed his hand, and dragged him along behind her without him even saying a word.
Mario chuckled. “My little Maria. She’s a real fireball, eh Sean? Your Aiden wanna watch out. She can be real bossy sometimes. She’s got the heart of a tiger, that one.”
Sean grinned. He didn’t know about her heart, but she had a good grip on his little Tigers hand as they ran off. It was really cute.
Maria knew the place like the back of her hand, and the kids started exploring. She knew which of the on site vans were unlocked, and they looked through every one of them. Aiden picked out what he thought was the best one to share with his dad later.
The surrounding trees and bush weren’t thick, and didn’t go back very far. In fact, if you went in a little bit, you found the fence that surrounded three sides of the park. The ground was rough in places, covered with sticks and pebbles, but Maria’s bare feet trod as easily as if she was wearing sturdy shoes. She showed him a hollowed out tree that she had thought would make a great fort, and a fallen log they walked across.
By now, it had been nearly five hours since Aiden had used a toilet, and he suddenly felt it building up. He had been so totally caught up in his new friend, that he hadn’t even noticed it until now. They were standing behind a bunch of bushes, when he felt a touch of urgency building up, and he realised that he was subconsciously starting to grab at himself “down there.” Feeling a bit embarrassed, he quickly let go of his pecker, and pulled his hand away, but not before Maria noticed.
“You needa pee, dontcha?” She was grinning.
He blushed slightly, bringing his knees closer together, but trying to look casual. “Um. Yeah. Guess I kinda do. Should we, uh, like go back or something?”
Don’t be silly. Aiden.” Again she pronounced his name separately. “No ones around, you can just go here.”
Being a boy, he was used to peeing outside, and didn’t usually have a problem with it, except he’d never done it around a girl, except his sister, and that booger-head didn’t really count as a girl. He shuffled his feet, and touched at himself again.
“You sure?”
“Sure I’m sure! ‘Less you wanna pee your pants. It looks like you’re gonna! Tell you what. I’ll go over there and keep a lookout while you pee, then you do the same for me, cause I sorta gotta go too.”
Maria disappeared out of the bushes, and Aiden pulled his shorts down at the front, and peed heavily onto the ground. It didn’t soak into the hard earth immediately, and by the time he’d finished, there was a big, muddy puddle.
He shook himself dry, tucked himself away, and shouted “Finished!” Then turned around and squealed, nearly having a heart attack, because Maria was standing right behind him, watching.
“Jesus! What’re you doing there? I thought you was the lookout?”
She smiled. “S’okay. I can see alright from here. Now you keep watch for me. I’ve gotta pull my pants right down.”
Aiden left her to it, making sure he was nowhere near her while she did that. He could only just imagine what would happen if his father, or even worse, Mario would say if they found him alone with Maria with her pants down!
A few minutes later, she re-emerged from the bushes, brushing some leaves and twigs off. When he looked at her bright pink leggings, he saw a very visible wet spot between her legs. It wasn’t very big, maybe a bit bigger than a ping pong ball, but it stood out in sharp contrast on the tight pink fabric. He couldn’t help himself, and he pointed to it.
“Did you just pee your pants again?”
She chuckled. “No, silly. I made it just fine, but I didn’t have anything to wipe with. Girls have to wipe after they go. We can’t just shake it like you did!”
“Uh, did you see me do that?”
“Yep! I was watching you AND keeping lookout at the same time. I saw you make a puddle, then shake your thing. It looked funny. But we can’t do that, so we gotta wipe. It’s not too bad if we have panties on, they’ll kinda soak it up a bit, but I’m not wearing any.”
Aiden was stunned. Of course he knew girls had to wipe, EVERYONE knew that, but she didn’t have any knickers on?!
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” He asked.
“Remember when I got changed? Well obviously my knickers were soaked, and mama hadn’t got my bag outta the car. These leggings were still here from when we came up last week, so I just put them on. I was kinda in a hurry to come and meet you, cause you looked nice.”
She plucked absentmindedly at the little wet patch, and her grubby fingers left a mark on it.
“Um, Maria? You prolly shouldn’t touch it like that. It’ll leave a dirty mark, and your mum, uh, mama might see it.”
Maria shrugged. “I already toldya, mama won’t care, unless I have a big accident that I shouldn’t.”
She winked at him, stepped forward, and whispered.
“Do you know why I had these pants inside the house?”
Aiden shook his head.
“Cause I hid them there last week. I hadda accident on the swings. Like a real one. I was going to go to the toilet, really I was, but I waited too long, and peed myself before I could get off. Here, look at the back of them.”
She turned around, and lifted her dirty shirt up, and bent forward, showing him her bum. When he looked, he could see a faded round stain on the lower part of her buttocks. Her pants were already grubby, like her shirt, and he hadn’t really looked at her bum properly before, but now he did, he could see two discoloured half moon stains quite clearly.
“I snuck inside and hid these in a closet, but they’re dry now, at least they were...” She tugged at the small wet patch between her legs, making it dirtier, then shrugged.
“Come on. Aiden. We’ve got lotsa stuff to look at yet!” |
Chapter 4, New Friends, continued.
Wednesday-Thursday, Part 2
Maria slowly toured him around the whole place. She showed him what trees they could climb, which they did, he followed her on his hands and knees as they crawled through bushes, and they climbed the sand dunes to look at the beach, then rolled down together, laughing hysterically. They stood together on the sand, and she put her hand into his, saying nothing at first as they watched little waves lapping against the shore.
“We’ll go swimming tomorrow,” she declared, setting the decision in stone. “It’s a nice beach, but kinda boring. It doesn’t get big waves, and the water stays shallow till you get out a long way. Papa calls it a family friendly beach, and he’s right. Even little kids can go in alright. Mama lets me come down here all by myself for a swim sometimes, but I’ve gotta tell her what I’m doing. If we went for a swim now, without telling her, I’d get in all sortsa trouble.”
She squeezed his hand. “I like you. Aiden. You’re fun.”
Before he could answer, she shoved him, hard, and he nearly fell over. “TAG! YOU’RE IT,” and she ran away giggling.
He caught up with her at the top of the dune, where she stumbled, and he pounced, tackling her, and they rolled to the bottom again, laughing the whole way.
The boy was impressed. He didn’t know you could have this much fun with a girl. He always thought they they were much more interested in stuff like hair, and makeup, not exploring, or rolling around on the ground getting dirty.
She looked at him, and her long black hair was partly covering her face, and the sun reflecting off the ocean made it shine. Without thinking, he gently brushed it aside, and gave her a very quick kiss on her pert, but grubby nose.
“I like you too,” he said, then stood up, and offered her his hand, which she took. It was her turn to blush now, and for the first time since he met her, she was speechless. Holding hands, they walked up via the path this time, and back into the park.
Her voice came back quickly though, as they approached the playground from the other side, with the kiosk behind it. She pointed at the building.
“See that building there? It’s the only bit of the whole park I’m not ‘llowed in to. It’s going to a little shop, where people can buy milk and food and stuff. Papa’s keeping some chemicals and poison stuff for the gardens in there at the moment, so he doesn’t want me playing around in there.”
“Fair enough, I guess,” Aiden responded.
“Buuuuuuut,” she continued, with an evil little grin. “There’s also boxes of sweets and chocolate in there, and there’s a little window around the side that doesn’t lock properly, which papa doesn’t know about. I sneak in there sometimes and have a chocolate, or some chips. It’s pretty cool, because I don’t think he knows ‘zactly how much stuff he’s got in there. You and me will get in there sometime, and have a feast! We just gotta wait for the grownups to all be busy! It’ll be so cool. We can pretend that we’re actual robbers and breaking into a shop!”
Aiden was stunned. He’d never stolen anything in his life!
“Maria! We can’t do that! If we did, we wouldn’t be pretending. We’d actually BE robbers! We can’t steal stuff!”
“Pffft! It’s not stealing. Not really. Papa owns it all anyway. It’s not like we’re gonna be stealing from a stranger or anything!”
“Maria! It’s still stealing, even if it is your da..papa. It’s wrong.”
She dismissed him as if he wasn’t there. “Trust me. Aiden. I do it all the time. Nobody will know. It’s fun. You’ll come with me, I know.”
This was said with a finality that brokered no further argument, and the bit that surprised Aiden the most, was that he knew she was right. If she was going to do it, then he would too.
“What have I gotten myself in for,” he thought to himself.
By unspoken agreement, they didn’t hold hands as they slowly trudged back towards The Lodge, although they walked together, and occasionally bumped into each other as they talked and laughed. All three adults were relaxing on the porch, drinking beer or wine, enjoying the lazy late afternoon, and they looked up at the sound of the approaching kids chatter.
Mario’s wife dramatically clapped both hands to her face in mock horror, almost yelling “Mama Mia,” at the sight of the two dirty children walking towards them.
Both of the kids were filthy. There clothes, faces, legs and arms were smeared with dirt, they were both covered in sand, and had twigs and leaves in their unkempt hair. It was completely obvious that they had been playing in the bush, and crawling around on the ground, as their knees, and Maria’s little bare feet were literally caked with grime.
Mario and Sean burst out laughing, clapping their hands and cheering, although mama didn’t look too impressed.
“Maria! What on earth have you been doing? This is not how a young lady gets around!”
Maria giggled, and ran towards her mama with open arms. “I’m not a lady mama! Come give me a cuddle!”
Her mama shrieked in mock horror, waving her arms in an exaggerated gesture to ward her off. “Eek! You keepa way from me, you dirty little urchin! You get your butt inside right away, you filthy little grub! You gonna need a good soak inna the bath!”
She ushered the giggling girl inside, and turned to Sean.
“Sean, I’m sorry ‘bout my daughter. She’s a bad influence on your boy! I’ll get her a quick bath, then make another one for him, okay?”
Sean couldn’t stop chuckling. It had been a long time since he’d seen Aiden so dirty. As he got older, the boy spent more and more time glued to a screen of some kind, and less time playing outside. As far as Sean was concerned, this was the appropriate way for kids their age to play! Go exploring, get dirty, have fun! He couldn’t be happier that his little Tiger had found a willing playmate! He knew his boy didn’t make friends easily, and Sean had been slightly concerned that Aiden might not have anyone to play with, (or hang out with,as Aiden would no doubt insist on saying,) especially if the other kids, if there were any, turned out to be bigger than him, which they probably would be.
He patted the boy on the head. “You stay out here Tiger. You’re not going inside like that. Wait until you can have a bath, okay!”
Aiden blushed, feeling a bit self conscious. He hadn’t really realised just how dirty that he and Maria had gotten. It kind of made him feel like a little kid again, although his dad didn’t appear to mind, and nobody had noticed what he thought were the obvious pee stains on Maria’s pants, even though it hadn’t seemed to bother her too much.
Not knowing exactly what to do next, he realised that he hadn’t actually checked his phone for hours! Like most teenagers, he rarely went anywhere without it, even the toilet or bathroom, but it was still sitting in his dads car. He ran down to retrieve it, and the sight of the towel on the seat, which he’d forgotten, made him cringe. He ignored it, and took his phone back up to the porch, sitting a bit away from the adults, less they poke more fun at him for getting so dirty.
He probably should send Dan a message. He hadn’t known that he was going away when they spoke last, and Dan was going to message him to hang out.
“Huh. As if,” he thought to himself. He liked Dan a lot, but didn’t expect that the boy would really message him. “I’ll just wait to see if he does,” he thought. “Then I can tell him I’ve gone away. I might even tell him about Maria! After all, he’s forever talking about that Amy girl that he goes out with. Just like Scott with that Nikki, whoever she is. I’ll bet they’d never believe that I’ve been hanging out with a girl too!”
So instead of texting anyone, he checked his social media, and played some games until Maria’s mama came back about half an hour later.
“Ok Sean, I finally got her clean. Mercy! Her hair! I’ve run a fresh bath for Aiden.”
Sean took him inside, and into the bedroom, where his bag was sitting on the single bed, the only one in the room. “This is your room tonight mate. I’ll be just next door if you need me. I’ve, uh, made the bed for you?”
He pulled back the blanket, and Aiden blushed when he saw his rubber sheet from his bed at home, which was a double, hanging out underneath the bottom sheet of the smaller bed, and there was a folded towel in the middle as well.
“Sorry Tiger. The sheets a bit big for a small bed, but I think it’s better you have it on, don’t you?”
Aiden sighed. He hated to admit it, but it probably was. He’d been running around all day, after the big drive, and although he didn’t feel tired yet, he knew he’d sleep deeply tonight.
“Tiger? Your, uh, sleep pants are in the bag too mate. Put one one before you go to bed, ok?”
“Yes dad, I will. Thanks.” He wished the ground would open up and swallow him, but it got even worse.
“Do you want me to come in and wash your hair for you buddy?”
Fuck. Aiden didn’t swear much, but that F word almost escaped his lips. Rubber sheet, night nappy, help in the bath. His dad must think he was a total baby! He swallowed his pride and bit his tongue.
“No thanks dad. I can manage. Thanks for making my bed.”
Sean could see how uncomfortable the little bloke was, and it pained him, but it had to be dealt with.
“That’s ok Tiger. You go have a nice hot bath, and make sure you scrub yourself! You’re filthy. Don’t forget to take a change of clothes in with you.”
Aiden burned with embarrassment after his dad left. He knew that his father was only trying to help, but it felt so much more natural when it was his mum doing it. He would’ve let her wash his hair without a second thought, but not his dad! He never let his dad see him naked.
He went through his meagre selection of clothes. He felt funny about Maria seeing him in his pyjamas, (especially the Spider Man ones!) so he selected his old red sweatpants with the holes in the knees, and a clean t-shirt, and went across the hall to the bathroom, where a nice hot bubble bath awaited him, but he made double-sure that he locked the door! He had a wild hunch that the Amazon girl would probably try and barge in on him if he didn’t.
He relaxed without moving for a few minutes, then started dutifully scrubbing himself all over. He hadn’t been able to actually wash his private area properly after his accident in the car almost 12 hours ago, so he made sure to soap himself up properly down there.
He found himself suddenly thinking about Maria, and his little pecker reacted like a periscope, going stiff and sticking out of the water. It felt kinda nice to wash down there.
Aiden wasn’t completely naive. They had Sex-Ed in school, and he knew all about masturbation and stuff, but he’d never actually done it. Yes, he’d touched himself before, but he didn’t think that he was, well, “ready” for that yet. Although it DID feel nice to think about stuff like kissing Maria while he washed!
After he washed his hair, he got out, and was drying himself, when the doorknob suddenly turned, and he heard Maria’s voice. “Aiden! Dinners almost ready!”
The door rattled, and he heard little footsteps padding away. The boy grinned. He’d been right! She had tried to walk in on him! He’d have to be on his guard around her, but he was looking forward to it. He liked her a lot.
After he drained the tub, got dressed, and put his dirty clothes away, he padded barefoot into the dining room, where everyone was seated around a big table, and Maria’s mama, who he had learned was call Rose, was dishing up big bowls of home made spaghetti. It turned out to be absolutely the bestest spaghetti Aiden had ever eaten, and he had a second helping, including garlic bread.
When Maria got up for a glass of milk, he noticed she was wearing a really cute nightie. It was light blue, and had a cartoon bunny on the front, and her luxurious black hair was now tied back in a braid. She actually looked very feminine, and a lot softer than the warrior princess he’d been playing with all day. She really was very pretty, he thought.
After dinner, the kids helped Rose wash up, then the three adults went to sit outside on the veranda, where Mario smoked a huge smelly cigar, and they all drank wine.
“What do you want to do now?” Maria asked.
Aiden shrugged. “Got a tv?”
She shook her head. “Papa hasn’t bought one for here yet, because it’s been empty. He doesn’t want anyone breaking in to steal it. Hey! I know! There’s a cupboard fulla old games in there!”
The excited kids headed to the lounge, where they explored a big long sideboard that ran the length of one wall. “Papa said the games were always left here for the guests to play with,” she explained.
They oohed and aahed with delight. There was Monopoly, Connect 4, Scrabble, decks of cards, checkers and chess, jigsaw puzzles, and an assortment of others.
Connect 4 was the game of choice, and they set it up on the floor in between them. When Maria sat down, and curled one leg underneath herself, her nightie came up, giving Aiden a perfect view of her panties. They were white with pink trim, with little pink flowers, and had a little pink satin bow on the waistband. He thought they looked very cute.
She saw him looking, and giggled. “What’re you looking at? Aiden?”
He blushed, knowing he’d been caught. He gave a little cough.
“Um. Nothing. Really. I wasn’t really looking at anything. I, uh...”
“You’re cute,” she said. “I don’t care. I’ll show you,” and she lifted her nightie up above her belly button.
“MARIA!” Aiden hissed. Don’t do that! What if someone comes in or something?”
She burst out laughing at his look of indignation, and couldn’t stop, and soon he was laughing as well. It was just so ridiculous! The adults out on the porch heard the commotion and chuckled.
“Those two! They’re having a great time with each other, eh?” Mario said, with Sean and Rose agreeing. There was something so nice about the sound of innocent children’s laughter.
“I thought you wore pull ups to bed,” Aiden whispered, after glancing nervously towards the door.
“I do,” Maria whispered back. “I just haven’t put it on yet. Have you got yours on? Aiden?”
“Not yet. I’m gonna put it on just before I go to bed. I feel kinda weird about wearing it around other people, ‘specially dad.”
“That’s just silly. I don’t understand why you would? After all, he bought ‘em for you to wear, didn’t he?”
Aiden sighed. “Yeah. But dad really doesn’t like me wearing them. Like I toldya before. This’ll be the first time in ages I’ve worn them. It feels, I dunno, just weird I guess.”
Maria shook her head. “I guess I get it, but I don’t really unnerstand it either. He’s your papa, he knows you need them, he bought them for you, and he loves ya. Why would it be weird? I wear mine around my folks all the time. They don’t mind.”
Aiden shrugged. What she said made a strange kind of sense, but it didn’t really apply to his situation, but he couldn’t find the right words to describe it to her properly.
“I dunno. It’s just different for me, that’s all. I guess.”
They put the subject of diapers away, and got on with the game. Maria pulled her nightie over her bent knee, but occasionally it popped off, affording him a glimpse of her panties. She knew he looked, but he didn’t comment, and they ignored it.
An hour later, Sean walked in to go to the bathroom, and both kids were laying on their stomachs, side by side, hips touching, bare feet folded back in the air, doing a jigsaw puzzle together on the floor. He saw Aiden yawning deeply.
“Come on Tiger. Time for bed mate, you look tired.”
“Awww dad! Come on, just a few more minutes, please?”
Sean chuckled. “No mate. Bedtime. You’ve got all day tomorrow to play with Maria, come on.”
Aiden sighed dramatically, but deep down he wasn’t totally disappointed, he was exhausted. Even though he’d slept in the car a bit, the emotional turmoil of wetting himself, followed by the rest of the long drive, then running around outside all day, a hot bath, and a big dinner had left him drained. He said goodnight to Maria, and trudged off with his dad, yawning again.
Once they were safely out of the room, Sean whispered to the boy. “Go to the toilet mate, and make sure you go properly, then brush your teeth, and make sure you put your sleep pants on before you get into bed, okay?”
Aiden just nodded.
“Listen mate, you’re really tired, I know, so if something happens during the night, please don’t get upset about it, alright? We’ll deal with it in the morning. I’ve spoken to Rose about your, uh, nighttime stuff,”
“Ah shit dad! Did ya have too?”
“Watch your language Tiger,” Sean reprimanded him, but had to suppress a smile. Aiden didn’t swear often, and it always looked and sounded so strange coming from his little choirboy features. “Yes mate. I had to. Your a guest in their house. If there’s any extra washing to do, they need to know.”
“S’pose,” the boy replied grumpily, and trudged moodily into the bathroom.
Taking his dads advice, Aiden sat on the toilet, and tried extra hard to completely empty his bladder, then washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and went into his bedroom. He sighed as he took a Lightning McQueen pull up from his bag. He’d really thought that he was done with these, but a secret part of him was grateful that he could wear one, at least for tonight. He knew that Maria wouldn’t judge him if he woke up wet, but he hated the thought of making a mess in his bed for his dad and her mama to deal with. He removed his sweats, put it on, put his pants back on, and was about to hop into bed, when there was a quiet knock on his door.
Maria walked in, before he even said anything, and stood in front of him with a somewhat shy smile.
“Goodnight Aiden. I’ve had fun today.” He noticed that for probably the first time, she hadn’t separated his name, like she was now speaking to him directly, and not like a teacher or something.
“Goodnight Maria. Me too. It’s been awesome. Thanks.”
“I, uh, wanted to show you something first,” she said, somewhat demurely.
He raised an enquiring eyebrow at her, and she quickly looked over her shoulder, checking the hallway behind her. Seeing the coast was clear, she lifted up her nightshirt, revealing a little pull up, purple and white, with pictures of fairies on it.
“Toldya,” she whispered. “What about you? Did you put one on too? Go on, show me! I showed you mine!”
For some reason he didn’t really understand, he didn’t argue. Instead, he pulled the front of his sweats down, showing her the smiling face of the red race car on his sleep pants.
“Cute!” Maria remarked, with a little clap of her hands. “Goodnight Aiden.” She blew him a kiss, and left, pulling the door closed behind her.
Aidens head was spinning as he climbed into bed, switching the bedside light off. This little Amazon friend of his was something else! He’d never met anybody like her before. His mind ran riot with thoughts of Maria, and he didn’t think he’d ever go to sleep, but the little guy was bone tired, and was snoring softly within five minutes.
He woke up during the night, needing to pee, like he normally did. He fumbled for his phone, and saw it was just after 3, and he stumbled out of bed, and carefully walked to the door in the dark room. The bathroom light had been left on, so he had no trouble finding his way, then he pulled his pants down and stood in front of the toilet. He almost released his bladder, but he felt like something was wrong, and at the last moment, he remembered he was wearing a pull up as well! Without a second to spare, he yanked that down to, just before he would’ve soaked it with his powerful stream.
After he shook himself dry, he put a slightly tentative hand inside his sleep pants, and sighed with relief, as he touched dry padding. He’d known he was dry, but it was nice to confirm it for himself.
Three minutes later, he was back in bed, fast asleep again.
Later, Aiden stirred in his sleep, with a smile on his face. He was dreaming about his new friend, Maria.
It was kind of disjointed, like a series of random images and scenarios. They were on the swings together, then somehow crawling through the bushes. She was showing him the faded pee stain on her butt. Maria was laughing, then kissing him on the cheek. She held his hand, then pulled her grubby t-shirt tight to show him her little boobs. He saw the little wet patch on her pants, before they rolled down the sand dune together, and he landed on top of her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth, and she returned it, their tongues meeting just like on tv.
But as he lay on top of her, he felt his bladder let go, and he started wetting himself. One, two, three strong spurts of pee shot out, soaking his pants.
He woke up, feeling a bit wet.
“No! Nonononono! Not now!”
He jumped out of bed, and ran towards the toilet, holding himself tightly, his hand inside his sweatpants. The funny thing was, he didn’t really feel very wet down there, at least on the outside, and he still needed to pee. Usually, if he wet in his sleep, he didn’t wake up until his bladder was well and truly empty.
He ripped his pants and pull up down, sat on the toilet, and started peeing a few seconds later. The strange thing was, it didn’t seem particularly desperate.
When Aiden finished emptying, he nervously pulled his sleep pants up to his knees as he remained seated. He gingerly looked inside, and was surprised to find that it looked dry. It didn’t appear to be wet at all. He put a finger inside the padding, and found a wet spot, although he couldn’t see it. He pulled his finger away, and saw a sticky residue coming away with it, like a glistening spider web. He sniffed his finger, and it didn’t smell like pee at all.
Aiden sat back, and looked at his private area. It glistened in places with the early morning light coming in the window. He rubbed at the wet bit, and his hand came away sticky.
Suddenly, his sleep fogged mind cleared, and thanks to his Sex-Ed classes, he worked out exactly what had happened.
He’d just had his first wet dream. |
Chapter 5.
Breakfast With Maria
Thursday.
It took Aiden ages to go back to sleep. Not only because the dawn sun was peeking its way around the curtains, but because he was happy and excited. Unbeknownst to Aiden, he was just like Dan had been, desperately awaiting the onset of puberty, although for reasons of his own.
In Dan’s case, he had hoped with all his heart that puberty would finally put a stop to his bed wetting, but for Aiden, he sincerely wished for a massive growth spurt, and some physical development. The boy did eventually sleep again, but only in spits and spurts, his mind continuously turning over with unbridled possibilities.
He was however, asleep when his father knocked on the door and walked in at 7am.
“Tiger? Aiden? You awake mate?”
Aiden stirred awake, and stretched. “Hmmm? Dad? Ya. Wassup?”
“I’m going with Mario to start prepping the toilet block mate. Ah, is everything okay? Do you need anything?”
Aiden grimaced. He knew his dad was helping, doing the right thing, but it was soooooo embarrassing!
“Yeah dad. I’m okay thanks. I got up and went to the toilet earlier.”
Sean gave him a big smile, and a thumbs up. “See mate? I told you things would get better! After this trip, no more silly sleep pants, ok? You’re growing up Tiger!”
“If only you knew,” the boy thought to himself.
“Rose is coming down to help, and Maria is still in bed. There’s cereal and milk, or you can make toast. But try and go back to sleep if you can, buddy. Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to check on you before I left, okay?”
Aiden smiled. “Thanks dad, love you.”
Sean grinned and closed the door, saying “You too Tiger,” and Aiden winced. He hadn’t meant to add the “love you” bit, but it had kinda slipped out. Oh well, he shrugged. He DID love his dad, it just felt weird saying it sometimes.
He lay there for another fifteen minutes, but couldn’t get back to sleep, so he got up, and padded to the kitchen. There were Coco Pops in the cupboard, Aidens absolute favourite cereal, so he made himself a big bowl, and a large glass of apple juice as well. Not long after, Maria appeared, yawning and rubbing her eyes, with lots of errant loose ends sticking out of her braid.
Aidens heart skipped a beat. “She’s even pretty when she first wakes up,” he thought with a smile.
“Coco Pops?” she mumbled, pointing at his bowl. “Good idea. Aiden.” Apparently the spacing of his first name was back in vogue this morning.
She made a bowl for herself, along with a glass of milk, and sat opposite him, yawning again.
“I’m not used to getting up so early on my holidays,” she said.
“Why did you?” Aiden asked, talking with a mouthful of cereal, and spilling milk all down his chin, which made Maria laugh.
She looked at him, or more precisely, THROUGH him, as though she could read every corner of his mind. Her gaze was penetrating, and slightly unnerving.
“Because you’re here, silly,” she said simply, with a shrug. “I really like you Aiden. I’m looking forward to hanging out with you today, you know, like if you wanna?”
It was a simple comment, but it sounded so sincere. A lot of times she had a certain “sing-song” way of talking, in short, clipped sentences, and her slight Italian accent leant a whimsical note to her voice, but now, she sounded dead serious, and somehow older than her twelve short years. It wasn’t so much the actual words, but the way she said them, that made Aidens heart skip a beat.
He put his spoon down, and reached across the table to hold her left hand, the one not currently shoveling Coco Pops messily into her mouth, “I really like you as well. Maria.”
She giggled. “Thanks! But why did you say my name like that? You know? With a pause?” Her big brown eyes fluttered at him, and for a second he couldn’t answer, before he saw the corner of her mouth quivering, (and dripping with milk) as she fought to suppress a smile.
He saw she was pulling his leg, and he spluttered indignantly. “That’s exactly what you do! Why do you do that, anyway?”
Maria grinned. “Honestly? I just like your name. It’s nice to say. Aiden.....”
They cracked up laughing and couldn’t stop, sloshing milk out of their bowls as they bumped the table.
As soon as they calmed down, Maria changed the subject.
“So, didja wet the bed last night?”
Aiden grinned. “Nope! Not a bit, completely dry.”
This was a little white lie of course, but he didn’t hesitate in telling it. After all, he couldn’t very well tell her that he’d cum in his sleep while dreaming about her!
“Me too,” she said, matter-off-factly, as if this was a normal teen/pre-teen conversation. “I thought I mighta wet myself last night, because I was soooo tired, but I didn’t.”
After the cereal, they made toast, and continued talking about absolutely everything, from their home lives, siblings, and schools. Maria went to St Margarets, the junior school, and was in her last year, grade 6. Even though there was only a year and a bit difference in their ages, because of the anomaly in the school system based on what year you started pre-school, which was based on your birth month, the boy was two years in front of her at school.
It seemed so weird to him. The grade eights, (even the smaller ones like him) always felt an automatic superiority to those below them, usually in reference to the grade sevens, but especially to those still in “Kiddie School.” Aiden felt none of that with Maria. Yes, she was “only” a little junior school grade sixer, but she was almost as old as him, was almost his size, (albeit he was admittedly short) but she had such a, well, presence. Her very spirit just permeated everything around her, and she had the poise and self confidence of someone well beyond her years. She was a born leader, and he was more than happy to follow her.
“St Margarets huh? Two of my mates have got girlfriends who go there, to the senior campus I mean, the college? Maybe you might now them? They’re only in grade 7, so you prolly went to school with them last year?”
She shook her head. “I only just started there this year. I hadda transfer, cause I got kinda suspended.”
Aidens jaw dropped. “Whaaaaat? No way! You never!”
“I did,” she said. “For fighting. There was another girl who was always picking on me. She’d push me over, tease me, and just be mean all the time. She was one of the popular ones? You know the type? The ‘in crowd ‘? Anyway, one day she actually hit me! Even at school, the girls didn’t ever like ‘hit’ each other! But this one day, this girl, Alecia, actually hit me! She punched me right on the side of my head! She was a lot bigger than me, I mean, most of the girls were, but she was bigger than most to start with.”
Aiden was entranced. He knew she was an Amazon, but he never in a million years would’ve thought that she would ever be like SUSPENDED or anything! “Wow! What didja do?”
Maria took a sip of milk, leaving her with a big, milky moustache, which she just casually wiped off, using the top of he forearm, just like a boy would do.
“I broke her fucking nose,” she said, flatly, and without emotion.
“You WHAT?”
“I broke her fucking nose, that’s what! My second oldest brother is a boxer, and he teaches me to box. It’s great exercise, and I can kick any kids butt, at least the ones our age.
This was the first time Aiden had heard her swear. As far as he could remember, the strongest language she’d used up till now was ‘damn.” He hadn’t even heard a single “bloody” escape from her pretty mouth yet, even thought it was usually a favourite word of his, because he was allowed to use it around his parents, at least in the correct context, and not too often.
“WOW! What happened?”
Maria shrugged. “She hit me, I hit her back. A really nice short left jab. POW! Got her right on the button, and blood went everywhere. Then she cried, of course, the wimp, and I got inta trouble. They were gonna s’pend me, but papa got real mad, ‘cause he knew how mean this girl was, so he pulled me out! Sent me to St Margarets instead. Maybe I’ll meet those girls next year, you know, like when I FINALLY get to high school? I’m SO sick of being short, and being in primary school! Everyone just automatically thinks that you’re like a baby or somethin’.”
She got up, and took their bowls and plates to the sink, but dropped a spoon on the way. When she bent over to pick it up, her nightie rode up, and Aiden saw her diaper, all swollen, baggy, discoloured, and hanging down.
“Maria, your pull up looks very wet,” he said. “I thought you said you didn’t wet the bed last night?”
She gave him an evil grin. “I didn’t. But I did a wee in it just now, while we were having breakfast.”
Aiden coughed, then spluttered. “You did WHAT?”
Maria looked at him as if he was an idiot. “I peed in my pull up. I did a wee. I hadn’t gone when I first got up, ‘cause I was kinda worried that you mighta already gone with your papa, I mean your dad. So I kinda needed to go. But we was having so much fun just talking and stuff, and I didn’t wanna stop, then we started laughing, and, well.....‘Sides, it’s only a pull up. That’s what they’re for, ya know?”
“Was it an accident?” He asked.
“Sorta kinda, a bit. I wee’d a little bit when we laughed, cause I really needed to go, and after that, well, my nappy was already wet, so I kinda just gave up and let go. It was too late then anyway.”
He shook his head in wonder. He’d felt his little pecker give a twitch inside his own pull up, and he knew he kinda liked her talking about it, for some strange reason that he couldn’t put into words.
“You’re incredible. Maria”
“So are you. Aiden. I really like you a lot. Really.”
He blushed, and gave a little embarrassed cough. “So. What are we gonna do today?”
She gave him a slightly withering stare. Which he physically felt, making him feel like an idiot.
“I already toldya yesterday. We’re gonna go for a swim! But it’ll haveta be a bit later though. Mama wants to take me into town for a stupid haircut, prolly after that I guess.”
“I think the other workers are getting here today,” he told her. “That’s what my dad said at least. Do know if there’s any other kids coming?”
Maria reached under her nightie and gave her saturated pull up a distracted little tug, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I think so. Papa said there was, but I don’t know how many or how old they are. I don’t care anymore anyway. You’re here, and that’s the main thing. Stuff the other kids.”
She wiggled a little bit, lifting her little feet one at a time. “Ugh. I gotta go. I think I need to pee more, now that I’m standing up. If I do it in this pull up, it’s gonna leak everywhere.” She put on a deep lowered voice, trying to sound like “The Terminator.”
“I’ll be back. Aiden,” then she scurried down the hall, with a hand shoved between her legs. Aiden saw a drop or two falling from underneath her nightie onto the timber floor as she waddled. She obviously hadn’t quite made it.
He returned to his own room, and quickly got undressed while she was busy, and couldn’t barge in on him. He swapped his pull up for briefs, after using some wet wipes that his mum had put in his bag, to give himself a good wipe “down there,” removing any remaining residue from his momentous earlier dream, and put on a pair of knee length board shorts because Maria had told him they would be going for a swim later. After almost ruining his socks yesterday by wearing his crocs as they explored, he opted for flip flops instead, and left on the t-shirt that he’d slept in.
He then examined his pull up, and found that his “explosion” had been almost completely absorbed. There was a tiny patch that was a bit stiff, but it was invisible to the naked eye, and he sighed with relief. He was in a bit of a dilemma as to what to do with it. Throwing it out was his preferred option, after what had happened in it, but he’d already told his dad that he hadn’t wet, and he didn’t want his father wondering why he would throw out a perfectly good diaper which he could wear again. He shrugged, and put it back in his bag, to wear again that night. After all, like most boys, he’d often woken up in the morning and simply pulled on the same underpants or boxers from the previous day, so wearing a diaper with a tiny cum stain probably shouldn’t bother him!
Cum stain! He smiled to himself. He’d been waiting a long time to make one of those! In a way, he was actually really pleased it had been in a nappy, and not in his pyjamas or pants. He gave a slight shudder though, because he knew that now those wet dreams had started, they would no doubt continue, and at some point he would definitely leave a crusty residue in his pyjamas. His mum would no doubt find it, because she always checked his pyjamas to make sure he hadn’t wee’d himself overnight. He wasn’t looking forward to that.
He could only shrug. Every boy went through it at some point he figured, and they all managed to deal with it. Anyway, a wet dream probably should be less embarrassing than waking up soaked in pee! Maybe now his puberty was finally kicking in, his occasional bed wetting might finally stop, and his mum might not have to check his pyjamas any more. That would be the best outcome of them all.
His musings were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Maria barged in without being invited.
Aidens breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a very pretty little sundress, sleeveless, white, with little colourful flowers all over it. Her beautiful hair had been removed from the braid, and it cascaded down over her shoulders. Her black hair and olive skin proved a perfect contrast for the white dress. She was still barefoot, and gave a twirl in front of him.
“What do you think? Am I presentable enough to go into town with mama?”
“M,Maria,” he stammered. “You’re beautiful! You really are!”
Her smile lit up her face, accenting her high cheekbones and pert little nose. She took a couple of steps forward, and wrapped him in a huge bear hug, just like she had done to her papa yesterday.
“Thanks Aiden. I like it a lot that you think that. Come on! Let’s go have a quick swing before mama gets back.”
She grabbed his hand, and nearly pulled him off his feet as she dragged him out of the room. |
Chapter 6
Arrival. Hail, Hail, The Gangs All Here.
Thursday.
The convoy left the rest area, but there still wasn’t any conversation going on in the Jacobs vehicle. In fact, there was an awkward silence. Dan felt his phone vibrate silently in his pocket, and was surprised to see a message from Amy, who was sitting right beside him, looking down at her phone
A- Why are u and ur mum arguing so much lately?
D- U kidding? U see the way she’s always tlking down 2 me
A- Ur rong babe. She luvs u. She jst trying 2 help u
Dan sighed loudly, but didn’t look up
D- I’m not wrong. Don’t take her side. She been a bitch
A- NO DAN. SHES NOT. UR BEING A FCKING PRICK! STOP IT, AND DONT U EVER DRAG MY NAME INTO THE CONVASATION LIKE THAT AGAIN! EVER!
He looked sheepishly across at her, and she gave him a weak, watery smile, and even in the dark, he could see as yet unshed tears in her eyes.
D- Srry babe. I won’t. Prmise. I luv u. Xo.
Amy looked relieved, and she kicked her slides off, turned sideways on the seat, and put her socked feet on his lap under the blanket, then put her earbuds in, and looked out the window into the darkness as the music played.
Dan sighed softly again, then did the same with his phone, before putting his hands under the blanket and began gently massaging her feet. She wriggled comfortably, and gave him another smile, before turning away again.
After a few miles, the tension gradually left the vehicle, and Peter and Sue started talking again. Sue tried to engage the kids, but when she looked around, both of them had fallen asleep again, with their earbuds in. After his earlier outburst, she just left them asleep, thinking that Dan was probably tired and cranky.
The next stop was in the city of Geraldton, about two hours further north from the rest stop. It was nearly 7 o’clock, and the sun had been up for an hour. Danny and Amy had woken up awhile back, and the boy seemed in a much better mood now. The four of them had even been laughing at times.
They stopped at a McDonald’s again, much to the chagrin of the three mothers. But there’s a distinct lack of places that you can stop at that early, which is going to be open, have a toilet, and adequate parking for a boat as big as Jacks.
Of course none of the kids minded in the slightest, and this time they sat inside the restaurant to eat.
Inside the ladies room, Amy whispered to Nikki. “How’s that pull up going? Is it wet yet?”
Nikki giggled. “Nah. I don’t dare. I’m sitting next to Troy in the back. Besides, mum doesn’t know I’m wearing one, and Troy doesn’t even know I’ve got them. I’m just wearing it for fun, because I like them so much. I might do a teeny dribble in it now though, just because I can.”
Amy and Nikki laughed loudly at that, and disappeared into separate cubicles. Amy’s big pull up was still dry, but Nikki’s kiddie one was more than just a little bit wet by the time she left the stall. As was her way, she pulled her dress up high to show Amy how it was puffy on the front, as she ground her thighs together, enjoying the way it squelched between her legs.
“That looks like more than a teeny dribble Nik!”
Nikki just grinned in reply.
The boys were getting especially restless, so when they asked to go outside, permission was immediately granted, and soon they could be seen kicking Scott’s football back and forth in the empty supermarket car park next door. Troy stayed sitting beside his mother, and gazed wistfully out the window, giving a soft sigh. Paula heard it, and saw him watching, so she dug him in the ribs with her elbow. “Go on! You go too. No point sitting here looking lost.”
Troy looked around the table, feeling a bit guilty somehow, but he smiled and got up, and went outside to join the younger boys. He knew Dan and Scott already, but Matt was a lot closer to his size, so those two went to one end, and were soon jostling each other for the ball.
“Boys,” Jack sighed. “Where the bloody hell do they get the energy from? It’s 7 o’clock in the bloody morning! I’m exhausted already!”
Everyone laughed, even Nikki and Amy, who certainly didn’t want to run around outside at this hour. Sue patted his hand. “Let’s have another coffee, and give them ten minutes to burn off some energy. It might make the rest of the trip more bearable.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Paul said, getting up to order another round. “Scott’s been in a shit of a mood all morning.”
“Yup. Matt’s been a pain in the ass as well,” Jack admitted. “I don’t think the kid likes early mornings too much.”
Amy grinned when Sue looked at her and gave a conspiratorial wink. “Must be something in the air, aye Amy?” That made the girl chuckle. It was nice to be included it the adults conversation, and not be treated like a little kid.
The grownups had another coffee, Nikki had a soda, but Amy abstained. She wasn’t going to drink too much until she got there, and besides, she had her water bottle in the car if she did get thirsty.
She visited the toilet again, just in case, and ten minutes later the adults were outside, with the four smokers enjoying a last cigarette, and the four red faced boys were back, sweating and panting. Dan himself made another restroom break, and they hit the road again.
“You stink Dan!” Amy told him when they got back in the car and she wound the window down a bit.
“Sorry babe,” he replied guiltily, and gave himself a quick spray of deodorant from his “diaper bag,” which he always carried for obvious reasons.
Troy had planned to drive from Geraldton, but there was a lot more traffic on the road than he had expected, with lots of big trucks, and he’d never towed a trailer before. When Sonia diplomatically offered to drive the next stint to the roadhouse, he wasn’t exactly disappointed by it. She assured him the last leg, a two hour drive to Peaceful Bay, would be a lot easier. Paula was pleased as well. She’d had enough of driving for one day.
That stint went easily enough, and even provided some great sightseeing opportunities for the kids. They were in the true “Outback” now, and although the landscape didn’t have much in the way of features, it was absolutely fascinating, especially for Amy and Sonia, who had never actually seen the real outback before. The dirt was red, the vegetation sparse and somehow mean looking. Spiky bushes, stumpy trees, and huge anthills appeared on the side of the road. They saw a huge snake, well over three meters long, sunning itself on the side of the road, and it would’ve been almost easy to believe that the flat, red, featureless landscape belonged to a Martian-type planet.
The biggest highlight of the trip, that had kids and adults alike staring in awe, was when a big mob of emus appeared off the side of the road, and ran alongside the vehicles, which all slowed down. Emus are stupid birds by nature, and will just turn and run in front of traffic, and a seven foot high animal can completely wreck a car if that happens. It was a great photo opportunity though, and all of the kids were glued to the windows filming the huge, flightless birds. They all kept an eye out for wild donkeys and camels as well, but didn’t have any luck seeing those. Kangaroos were plentiful, and they were massive up north, and it was the first time Amy had seen one in the wild. The temperature increased the further north they got, and soon the blanket was off Dan and Amy’s laps, and the air conditioning was switched on.
Two hours later, they were at the big truck stop at the turn off to Peaceful Bay Road. Usually Jack and Paul would’ve just continued on without another stop, but Pete had had a quiet word to them about Dan and Amy’s condition, so they were quite happy to make the extra stop. Besides, towing the heavy boat was playing absolute havoc with Jacks fuel consumption, so he probably would’ve stopped anyway to refuel.
Paula pulled Nikki aside before they went in, and leant in to whisper in her ear. “Here you go Nikster. This could be the last proper toilet you see until tomorrow. If you don’t want to be using a porta loo for doing poos, I suggest you try your very best to go here.”
Nikki nodded, but then Paula grabbed her arm, and sniffed.
“You smell of wee Nik. Surely you didn’t wet yourself in the car, did you?” She spun her daughter around and looked suspiciously at the back of her dress. For a terrifying moment, Nikki thought that her mother was actually going to reach up under her dress, and check her panties. If she did, she’d be getting a handful of wet pull up.
“Mum!” Nikki hissed. “I most certainly did not! I promise you my knickers are completely dry.”
Of course they were. They were in her handbag, after all.
“I didn’t shower this morning, and I’ve been stuck in the back next to bloody Troy for nearly eight hours! I probably do smell a bit.”
“You’re probably right,” Paula laughed. “I’m sorry sweetie, but you have been asleep, so you can understand why I asked.”
“Hmphh” Nikki exclaimed. “Guess so mum, but really? I’m not a total baby you know!”
She then marched inside with a rapidly beating heart, and took her wet nappy off with shaking hands, replacing it with the fresh panties from her bag.
The scare had given her a twitchy tummy, and she had no trouble at all with moving her bowels, even in a strange toilet!
She wasn’t the only one either. The lack of proper toilets on site had been playing on everyone’s mind, and they all payed a visit to the rest rooms at some point. The adults, including Troy, had another coffee, and the teenagers all bought soda, and they hit the road again for the final leg of the journey. Troy finally got his chance to drive, and he proudly put the magnetic “P” plates on the car and trailer, and took up position as the last car in the convoy. He was a bit nervous at first, but the almost brand new ute was easy to drive, even with the trailer on, and within a few miles, his confidence was back, and he drove very well.
The extra stops had delayed their arrival somewhat, and nearly ten hours had passed since they had left the first roadhouse, and it was nearly 11am by the time they eventually pulled into the park, the gate being open.
Of course the kids in every car were swivelling their heads in all directions, trying to take it all in at once. Every car had its fair share of excited exclamations being uttered from within.
“Look Ames. That must be The Lodge,” Dan said, pointing past the playground that they were turning towards.
“There’s a little kid there,” Amy replied. “Look. On the monkey bars.”
Dan looked where she was pointing, and saw what appeared to be a little boy of about 10 or 11, sitting by himself on top of the monkey bars, staring at the convoy in wide eyed wonder, his jaw hanging open in disbelief. There was something vaguely familiar about the kid.
“What’s he looking at anyway?” Amy pondered. “We haven’t all got two heads or anything?”
The barefoot boy jumped down easily, and started running towards the cars, waving wildly.
“That’s kind of weird, dontcha think Danny? Why’s he carrying on like that?”
Dans phone buzzed, and he saw a message from Scott.
S: “It’s Aids!”
Dan started laughing. The cars pulled up outside The Lodge, and the three teenage boys jumped out, and ran towards the little boy, and soon they were all jumping on top of him.
Amy wandered towards Nikki, who raised an enquiring eye at her.
“Da fuq?” Nikki whispered.
“Dunno Nik. No idea.”
“You don’t know who the little kid is? Why are the guys carrying on like that?”
“Nup.”
The girls felt a little bit miffed. For the last ten hours, they had been looking forward to finally getting here, then having fun with their boyfriends, but as soon as the cars had stopped, the boys had completely abandoned them, and were carrying on like a bunch of idiots with some little kid! It made no sense.
Sue saw the look of mild distaste the girls had as they looked at the boys, and she recognised it immediately. She also recognised the little blonde boy who her son had introduced to her after the busses had returned from camp. She couldn’t help smiling to herself. It appeared that teenage girls always had a mild jealousy about being ignored by their boyfriends!
“It’s a friend of theirs from school,” she patiently explained.
Amy huffed. “What? That little kid? No way!”
Sue chuckled. “Hasn’t Danny mentioned Aiden before, dear?”
Suddenly it all became clear, and Amy and Nikki exchanged a glance. Of course both Dan and Scott had mentioned Aiden before. But still, they hadn’t expected him to be so, well, young looking. But at least it explained the boys reactions. It also meant another distraction for the boys to not spend time with them.
Amy sighed. “C’mon Nik. We may as well go meet him.” |
Chapter 7
Aidens Van.
Thursday continued
The boys had knocked Aiden over, and piled on top of him. Laughing their heads off, they gradually untangled themselves and got off him, and Matt helped to his feet.
The look of amazement on his face was a sight to behold. “Shit! What’re you guys doing here? I thought you two were going away, and you were staying home,” he said, pointing to them all at once.
“We didn’t know!” Scott spluttered. Our olds kept it a secret. What about you Shrimp? You didn’t say nothing about coming here! We thought you were staying home too!”
Aiden giggled. “I didn’t know neither! My dads the same. He kept it secret! Geez! I’m glad to see you guys though! This place is awesome! What’s going on? Are your dads working here or something?”
Everyone talked at once, and all over the top of each other, but eventually everybody got the general idea of what was happening. It wasn’t only the girls looking on in bemusement, but the boys fathers as well. Paul and Jack thought the kid looked familiar, but it took Sue to remind them that they had actually met him before, after camp.
“He’s in Dans grade?” Pete whispered unbelievingly to his wife, and she had to assure him that it was true. He still thought that Dan and his friends looked quite young, maybe not so much Matthew, but this Aiden kid was something else.
“He’s only 13,” Sue explained in a whisper. “Some kids take a bit longer to grow, Pete.”
Nikki and Amy wandered over, feeling somehow out of place, like they didn’t belong, but their boyfriends quickly remembered their manners, and put protective arms around them, drawing them in. Introductions were made, and although everyone was polite, Aiden and the girls were kind of awkward with each other. Nikki was 13, same as Aiden, and not exactly tall for her age, but even she stood a couple of inches taller than him.
Peter shrugged, deciding to leave them to it, and started to walk towards the lodge, but Aiden went running up to him.
“Mr Jacobs? If you’re looking for Mario, he’s not there. He’s over at the toilet block helping my dad. Dads a painter,” he explained.
Pete smiled and thanked the boy warmly, although he still struggled to believe that the kid was in the same grade with his son and his sons mates. Even Dan and Scott were a lot bigger, and Matty, well....
Leaving the cars where they were, the three tradesmen, Troy, and the gaggle of kids all walked towards the toilet block, leaving the three women to enjoy a cigarette and a few minutes of peace. Mario had heard them arrive, and he and Sean were waiting for them as they got there.
Mario hugged Pete, who he had known for years, and introduced him to Sean.
“Pete my friend. I hope you don’ta mind me picking my own painter. Sean here is a good man. He does lotsa work for me. I know him a long time.”
Pete shook Sean’s hand with a grin, and made the introductions of the other men. “You’re the boss Mario, you hire whoever you like mate. Me and my crew have got enough to worry about without painting!”
Everyone had a good natured laugh, but Sean’s eyes were drawn to his son, who was pushing and shoving against Scott. At first he thought his boy was being picked on again, and he was about to break it up, when Aiden suddenly jumped on Scott’s back and tackled him to the ground, both of them laughing like loons. Pete saw the look of confusion on the painters face, and had to laugh.
“Small world Sean. Guess what? This lot all know each other! Our boys have just been to camp with your son.”
Sean beamed with pleasure. Ever since the camp, Aiden had been talking about his new friends, and how they were hanging out at school together. Aiden hadn’t told his dad any particular details about how he got pantsed, or obviously anything about wearing a pull up, but he’d alluded enough for Sean to know that this new bunch of kids had stuck up for him when some other boys gave him a hard time. He was overjoyed for his son that his school mates were there. One of his biggest worries about the trip, was that Aiden was going to be lonely, or even worse, be left out of stuff again. Judging by the way these boys were all roughhousing with him and each other, it didn’t look like that would be the case at all. In fact, if the kid smiled any wider, Sean thought his face might split.
Mario and the other tradesmen started talking, and of course the big Italian had all sorts of things to show them, so they said their goodbyes and wandered off, with the pack of kids following, although Aiden stayed behind.
“Hey Tiger! It’s pretty cool that your mates are here eh! I’ll bet that’s a nice surprise?”
“Bloody hell dad! It’s awesome! I can’t believe it. I thought it was totally rad having Maria to hang out with, but this totally rocks!”
Sean grinned. He was right. Aiden and Maria were already becoming good friends. It looked like his boy was going to have a good time after all.
“Hey dad? If you’ve got a minute, can I show you something?”
“Sure Tiger, I’ve always got a minute for you. What’s up?”
Aiden led his father to the site caravans, in particular the one that he thought they should claim. He had decided how to “sell” it to his dad, and he hoped he’d be taken seriously about making what he believed was a super-important choice.
“Maria and me checked out the vans yesterday dad. I think we should take this one, before anyone else grabs it! Look! It’s got this really great annexe thing, it’s kinda away by itself a bit, it’s big, it’s not too far from the toilets, and it’s got some shade. Whaddya think?”
He really wanted his dad to at least take his suggestion seriously, and accept his input on the decision. After all, it was quite a grown up decision to make, and he hoped his dad would see he’d at least put a bit of thought into it, and hopefully be impressed.
Sean walked in, looked around, and scratched his chin thoughtfully. He made a big deal out of opening some cupboards, and sitting on the bed, looking out the window.
“Hmmm. It’s not bad mate. I dunno though. I think there’s better options.”
Aiden was disappointed. He’d been looking forward to showing his dad this van since yesterday.
“Awww. Like what dad? Me and Maria checked ‘em all out. The open ones anyway. Trust me. This is the best.”
Sean shrugged. “Ok Tiger. Suits me. If you want it. I just thought..., no. Never mind.”
Instantly the boys ears pricked up.
“What dad? Tell me?”
Sean sighed. “Nothing really mate. Just Mario invited us to stay in The Lodge. That’s all. He thought it would be nice for Maria to have someone to pl..hang out with, and you guys were getting on so well. But never mind. I’ll tell him we’ll stay in this old caravan instead.”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” Aiden squealed, launching himself at Sean, knocking him backwards on the bed, and raining blows down on him in one of their classic wrestling matches.
Sean laughed and laughed, easily flipping the boy over, and poking him in the ribs until he pleaded for mercy.
“I take it you’re happy with staying in the house then mate?”
Aiden hastily agreed, begging to be let go, and Sean got up and left him alone.
“Ok Tiger. I’ll tell the boss we’ll stay there. Now I gotta get back to work. The guys are going to be working in there today, and I wanna get the prep done first. You behave yourself with your friends. I’ll see you later, okay?” He ruffled the boys head, and left.
Once he was gone, Aiden hurried out of the van, and ran behind it, with his hand down his pants. He could feel wetness there.
He pulled his shorts right down, and immediately urinated, sighing with a mixture of relief and dread. Once he’d finished, he nervously looked down at his underpants, and saw a sizeable wet spot on his white Y-fronts. Looking over his shoulder, he stepped out of his red shorts, and held them up for inspection, sighing with relief when he couldn’t find any obvious wet spot, although the front of his undies were soaked!
He’d kinda needed to pee a bit on the monkey bars, but The Lodge was locked, with Maria being in town with her mama. He’d actually been about to sneak around the side of the house, when his friends had amazingly rocked up, and he’d immediately forgotten about it.
But when his dad said they could stay at the house (with Maria!) he’d become so excited that he’d wet himself a little bit. He’d thought it was a little bit, but judging by how wet his undies were, it could’ve been a bit more, or perhaps he’d even peed a little bit when his dad was tickling him, he wasn’t sure. One thing he WAS sure of, he was glad he was wearing his thick Y-fronts, and not his thin cotton briefs. They had definitely saved him from an embarrassing wet patch on his pants, which was one of the reasons his mum had bought him Y-fronts in the first place. She knew he could get a bit over-excited sometimes, and what happened when he did.
He slipped his wet undies off, and put his shorts back on, putting his undies deep into a side pocket, then hurried back to catch up with his friends. He’d hide his wet pants in his bag, later. |
Chapter 8
The Mother’s Club
Thursday Afternoon
Sue, Sonia, and Paula, enjoyed having a smoke in peace, and simply standing in the warm, late morning sun, stretching their backs and legs, as the menfolk and the kids walked off to find Mario. They were all dressed in a similar fashion, the theme being “comfort over style” for the trip.
Jumpers and jackets had been removed at the roadhouse, as they weren’t needed anymore, and all three ladies wore versions of the same sort of shirt, loose, short sleeved, and long. Paula was wearing black ribbed leggings, Sue had opted for good old fashioned sweat pants, dark blue, while Sonia was the most colourful of the lot in the pants department, wearing cotton stretch leggings, that were basically black, but covered in a very bright and colourful floral design, featuring frangapani and roses.
The small talk flowed easily, as they discussed how much warmer it was, and how marvellous it had been to see wild emus and kangaroos.
“Just so long as we don’t see any more bloody great snakes!” Paula said fearfully, causing the others to laugh agreeably.
Sonia crossed her legs, and bent over at the waist.
“Oh, oh, oh! Don’t make me laugh! I really need a pee!”
Sue crossed her own ankles. “Me too Son, I’ve drank way too much coffee today already.”
“Same here,” Paula agreed. I went at the roadhouse, but I definitely need to go again. Do you see those porta loos anywhere?”
The ladies looked around. “I can’t see them anywhere?” Sue remarked. “Surely they’d be up the front here somewhere wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t put them way back behind those old vans?”
Sonia sounded worried. “I don’t know mate, but I certainly can’t walk that far. I’m absolutely busting!”
“Perhaps there’s someone in the house?” Paula suggested. “That boy said Mario wasn’t home, but maybe his wife is in there? I’ll knock.”
She walked up the steps and crossed the porch, knocking on the door, although it was pretty obvious that nobody was home. The house had that empty feeling about it. After trying again, she tentatively tried the door handle, which only confirmed their suspicions. There was no one inside.
“What do you think we should do?” Paula asked her friends.
“I know exactly what I’m going to do in a bloody minute,” Sonia muttered, re-crossing her legs the other way. “I really do need to go, girls. I’m going to wet myself in a minute.”
“Let’s try the back door,” Sue suggested. “If it’s open, I’m going in. Mario won’t mind. After all, he can’t expect us to just hang around all day without a loo!”
The three ladies walked around the back, into an unfenced yard that was fairly barren, save for a clothesline, a small garden shed, and a gazebo with a built in barbecue. There was no one around in any direction, but it was very open, with the trees on the left side providing some privacy from the main road, but an open field on the right, that ended in the sand dune at the beach stretching from the there, to around the back. Basically, a large open area with no one around, but also no real privacy.
Sue tried the back door, but that was locked as well, and she turned to her friends on the lawn.
“We’re out of luck luvvies. Anyone got any ideas?”
“I can’t wait,” Paula declared. “I’m going behind the shed! I think there’s tissues in the car, Sonia?”
The other two giggled like schoolgirls. “Paula!” Sonia remarked in mock outrage, crossing her legs, “Yeah, there is, but surely you’re not just going to squat behind the shed?!”
Paula shrugged, bouncing around a bit. “I think I have to mate. Otherwise, I’m going to wet myself like my damn daughter does sometimes. Honestly, it’s her fault. Ever since I had her, I’ve never been the same down there. Her heads not even that big!”
The other two almost screamed with laughter, and Sonia doubled over, putting a hand between her legs, sucking in a big breath. Sue was starting to hold herself as well, and couldn’t help making the comment, “Danny’s head was big enough, I’ll give you the tip!”
Sonia almost cried. It was the funniest conversation that she’d had in years, but her pee hole was starting to tremble, but she had to add her two cents worth as well.
“I know what you guys mean. Things are never quite the same after childbirth, are they?”
With no options available to them, the three desperate women stood around jiggling and talking about the personal horrors that giving birth had inflicted on their bodies.
“I wasn’t too bad after Troy,” Paula said, “but after Nikki, well, Jesus. I had a lot of trouble for awhile.”
“To be honest, I was a bit weak after I had Danny,” Sue admitted, then it got better after awhile. I did the exercises and stuff. But as I get older....... Jesus.” She lowered her voice to a conspirational whisper.
“I really don’t like coughing or sneezing too much, and last week, shit, I probably shouldn’t even tell you this, but I actually had an accident. A big one. I wet myself coming home from the gym. That hardly ever happens, but things are definitely not as, well, safe as they used to be.”
The other two nodded solemnly, but they all shared a knowing smile.
“You mentioned Nikki,” Sonia said, crossing her legs the other way, trying to keep herself distracted. “Does she have problems too?”
Paula gave a grim smile. She obviously knew about Amy and Dans problems, but it had never came up in conversation before, except when Nikki spent the night at Amy’s, and Sonia and her had discussed certain details over a coffee. She knew the other two had a serious problem, and she didn’t want to make it sound like her daughter was the same, because she wasn’t.
“Nikki’s a strange one,” she admitted to her friends. “She doesn’t exactly have a problem, not like yours do, don’t get me wrong when I say that please?”
The other mums just gave her an encouraging smile, letting her know she didn’t have to walk on eggshells around them. Dan and Amy’s condition was well known between the three of them, and Sue and Sonia were happy the kids had been able to make a friend who didn’t judge them, although neither of them had been aware that the smaller girl might have had trouble herself. Sonia was actually quite surprised, because Amy had grown very close to her friend, and hadn’t mentioned anything before, even having sleepovers with her, and surely, if Nikki had any sort of actual incontinence issues of her own, no matter how minor, then Amy would’ve mentioned it by now?
“So what do you mean?” Sonia asked. “Ames hasn’t said anything before?”
Paula sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “Probably because there’s nothing actually ‘wrong’ with Nikki,” she said, adding the air quotes on wrong. “Not that there’s anything wrong with your kids! Shit! I didn’t mean it like that!”
Sue and Sonia chuckled. They knew exactly what Paula meant. There was something physically wrong with their kids, and being politically correct and refusing to acknowledge it, wouldn’t make it go away.
“Go on mate. We know what you mean,” Sue assured her.
Paula gave a relieved smile.
“Niksters bladder probably isn’t as strong as it should be. Don’t get me wrong. It’s nothing like what your two have to deal with. That’s comparing apples with oranges! But it’s definitely a bit on the weak side.”
“Have you taken her to the doctor?” Sue asked, suddenly concerned.
Paula snorted. “Shit yes. A few times, the last time less than a year ago, but they can’t find anything wrong. Look, it’s not terrible, but I know she’s a bit weak down there.”
Sonia and Sue nodded solemnly. Obviously they were well aware of what that meant.
“But Niks also a bit weird about some stuff. Like she absolutely hates public toilets, even the school ones. She’ll use them if she absolutely has too, but only in an emergency. I’m forever finding wet knickers in her room. I can’t work out if she’s even just being a lazy little cow at times. She wet the bed for years, but that gradually stopped, but only after I stopped buying her pull ups. I could see a real pattern developing where if she wore them, she’d always wet them. But even without them, she still wets the bed occasionally, so maybe I’m wrong. Perhaps I’m being too harsh on her. She’s wet the bed twice in the past two weeks, and that’s without her night nappy. She begged me to get her pull ups to wear at night up here, and I gave in. I’d hate her to wet the bed here with Scotty around. She’s really quite taken by him, and he’s a lovely boy, and not only that, there’s Amy of course. She’s so excited to be sharing a van with her for a week. I know Ames wouldn’t judge her or anything if it happened, but I guess anything I can do to prevent the kid some embarrassment is a good thing. At least she’ll be wearing her little nappy with another girl who knows what it’s like, poor thing.”
“If you want my opinion,” Sue offered, “I think you’ve done the right thing. Wet sheets will be a lot harder to hide up here than at home, and at the end of the day, if it means Nikki will sleep better, then there’s no real harm in it.”
Paula sighed. “I know. That’s what I keep telling myself. After all, she’s still only a kid, no matter what she might think. It’s just I know she can be lazy about going to the toilet sometimes, especially strange ones, and it annoys me. I mean, if you knew your bladder wasn’t strong, and you knew you might wet your pants, wouldn’t you do everything in your power to prevent it? Nikki doesn’t. She’d rather pee in her knickers than use a toilet she’s not comfortable with. I don’t say she actually does it on purpose, but she certainly doesn’t do herself any favours either.”
Sonia hissed and bent forwards, with a hand between her legs.
“Hssss. Speaking of doing yourself no favours girls, I really do need to go. I’m seriously going to wet myself any second here. What’re we going do?”
Paula was glad of the distraction. She’d felt really awful for bringing up Nikki’s bed wetting and little quirks. It was just she never had anyone to talk to about raising her kids, especially when it came to difficult stuff like having a teenager who sometimes wet her pants or bed, and these two mothers could at least understand what she was going through. But at the same time , she thought she’d said enough on the subject, at least for now, although she resolved to pick their brains a bit later, when they were all more relaxed, maybe over a bottle of wine. But for now, anything to change the subject was welcome. She decided that walking away was the best idea to get out of the awkward conversation.
“Stuff it. I really need to go. I’m getting the tissues,” and she walked back around the house towards the car.
“Did you know that about Nikki?” Sue whispered to her friend.
Sonia, who was looking very uncomfortable, shook her head.
“Nope. Not a thing. I’m really surprised Amy hasn’t mentioned it before, considering, well, you know.”
“Same here. Danny hasn’t said a word either, and I’m guessing that if Amy knows, which she must, then my boy would know as well. It’s strange they haven’t said anything.”
“I know,” Sonia agreed.
“Then there’s Dans mate Scott. Throw him into the mix as well. It’s incredible really.”
Sonia’s ears pricked up. “Scotty? What’s wrong with him?”
Sue arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t Amy mention him either? Scott wets the bed as well. That’s why Danny finally agreed to go for a sleepover at his house, and why I made sure that they shared a cabin at camp. It’s probably the only reason Danny agreed to go. I thought I told you?”
Sonia couldn’t stand still, she was lifting her legs up one at a time, jiggling around with her hand between her legs, doing an absolute classic example of a potty dance.
“You might have, I can’t remember at the moment. You told me that he had told Scott about wetting the bed and needing diapers, but I can’t recall you saying that Scotty wet the bed as well! I guess it kind of explains why this lot have become such good friends all of a sudden. A lot of them have stuff in common.”
Sue nodded in agreement. “Don’t you think it’s kind of strange, mate? I mean, what are the odds? We both know teenage bed wetting isn’t completely unusual, we’ve both had enough doctors tell us that over the years!”
Sonia chuckled, squeezing her thighs together even tighter.
“Owww. Don’t! Don’t make me laugh! I think you’re over-thinking it dear. You’re right, in a way, but look at the big picture. They’re talking about, what’s the word? ‘Normal?’ I hate saying that, but normal kids. Our two don’t fit into that category at all. You take them out of the equation, and you’re left with Scott and Nik, and from what Paula said, it’s not a regular thing for her at all. Any girl can have a bit of a weak bladder sometimes. That only leaves poor Scotty, so the ratio quickly comes back to normal.”
“Yeah, when you put it like that, I guess it makes more sense. It’s just that having three full time, and one occasional teenage bed wetter in one place strikes me as a bit odd, that’s all.”
“What about the boys new friend, Aiden? He looks barely old enough to be out of nappies as it is! Has Dan mentioned anything, ah, ‘unusual’ about him?”
Sue pondered for a moment. “Not really. Not in that sense, anyway. I mean, he DID say that another kid was picking on him, and young Matthew stood up for him, and it all sort of went from there. I don’t know WHY he was being picked on though. Maybe it was a wet-bed thing or something. Although looking at the size of him, I can just imagine how he would attract bullies no matter what.”
Sonia agreed. “He’s a cute little thing though, isn’t he? I’m glad the boys have taken him under their wing. I’ll bet the poor kid is a bit lonely in high school. I’m sure they’re going to have a ball together up here.”
Their musings were interrupted by Paula’s arrival, carrying a box of tissues and a plastic bag.
“Ok girls. Who’s going first? Behind that shed looks as good as anywhere I guess. You should probably go first, Sonia. You look like you’re the worst of any of us.”
Sonia visibly blanched. “Wait. You’re not actually serious, are you? We’re not going to just squat behind the shed?”
Sue chuckled, re-crossing her own legs. “It wouldn’t be the first time Son. Remember that little back alley in Melbourne that time....”
“Sue my dear, that was nearly twenty years ago, and I was completely pissed! Thank God they didn’t have as many damn security cameras around then like they do today!”
The three desperate women all hunched over, fighting a fit of the giggles.
“Ohhhh. I think a bit came out,” Sonia said as she laughed.
Paula waved the tissues at her. “Here. You go first. Me and Sue will keep an eye out for you.”
Sonia glanced around nervously. “I, I can’t! I just can’t! You go first. Sue and I will keep watch.”
The three of them giggled like schoolgirls, about to do something really naughty, as Paula duck-waddled across the yard and behind the shed.
“It’s pretty clear back here, a beautiful place to pee!” She announced with a laugh, disappearing from view.
Sue and Sonia were standing at the corner of the house, trying not to laugh, as they looked out across the site, but Paula’s comment sent them over the edge, almost into hysterics.
“OHMYGODICAN’THOLDIT!” Sonia screamed, and she quickly squatted down on her haunches. “Quick! Sue! Hold my hands. Don’t let me fall over!”
Sue screamed with laughter as well, and grabbed her friends hands to balance her, before she fell on her butt. Both of them were laughing their heads off, as a large waterfall erupted from Sonia’s pants, splattering noisily onto the ground, and started spreading out towards her feet.
“SHIT! I’M WETTING MY PANTS!” She declared, as if Sue wasn’t standing in front of her watching her do it. “DON’T LET ME GO!”
Sue was almost crying with laughter, watching Sonia trying to spread her feet apart even wider to avoid the rapidly spreading puddle, as her leggings got completely drenched, and multiple streams ran free from her crotch.
“OH OH SONIA! HURRY UP! I CANT HOLD ON! STOP MAKING ME LAUGH!” Sue exclaimed, feeling the first squirt of warmth soaking into her own panties.
Paula heard the commotion, as she was currently squatting mid stream herself, but with her pants safely down. She tried to lean forward to look around the shed, and overbalanced, taking a stumbling step forward, which of course directed her stream straight into her downed leggings and panties.
“SHIT!” Paula cried, trying to stop peeing and regain her balance, but it was too late, and although her pants were down, she released at least half of her bladder directly into them anyway, as she joined her friends in laughter.
Sonia’s head was at crotch height to Sue, and between tears of laughter, she watched a big wet patch blossoming on her friends leg.
“LEMMEGO LEMMEGO,” she shouted. “Quick! Before you pee yourself too!”
It was a bit to late by then, as Sues bladder had entirely let go, and she had pee flowing freely down both legs. But she stood back, and pulled her baggy sweats down and squatted in front of Sonia, who was still wetting her own pants, and looked down at her crotch, seeing that she was peeing heavily through her light grey “granny panties.”
It was over in less than twenty seconds, and both ladies stood up, and leant on each other, tears of laughter running down their faces. They looked up to see Paula waddling towards them.
“We wet our pants!” Sue screamed, almost choking with laughter, and Paula waddled up, put an arm around both of them, and in between fits of giggles, announced “Me Too,” which set them all off again.
It was the silliest and funniest thing any of them had seen or done in years!
When they were under control again, Paula asked, “Fuck! What’re we going to do now?”
Sue just grinned. “Get changed I guess.”
“Trust us, there’s no shortage of wet wipes between us in the cars,” which almost started another laughing fit.
The three wet ladies ran to their respective cars, and retrieved their bags, thankful that the kids and men still weren’t back yet.
“What’re we going to say? I mean how on earth do we explain it?” Paula asked, sounding worried.
“Let’s put our shorts on,” Sue suggested. “It’s a nice day, we’ll just tell them we got hot?”
The other ladies thought that was a great idea, and they made a giggly run back behind the house again. Modesty was out the window, as they all took their pants and knickers off, and wiped themselves clean with almost a package of wet wipes, which they threw into the plastic bag which Paula had bought to put the toilet paper in.
They hurriedly got dressed, and Paula hid their wet clothes in another plastic bag which she put in her clothes bag, where nobody would look.
They all lit up cigarettes again, and kept laughing about what had just happened, agreeing that in a strange way, it was a bit of a bonding experience, if nothing else, and suddenly having so many teenage bed wetters all at once didn’t seem so strange after all. |
Chapter 9
Girls, This Is Aiden!
Thursday
The kids were standing in a group, just chilling, looking around, not sure exactly what to do, when Aiden came running back to join them.
“This place is great guys, you’re gonna love it. Maria showed me absolutely everything yesterday. I got lotsa stuff to show you.”
“Who’s Maria?” Dan asked.
“She’s Mario’s daughter. She’s really cool. You guys are gonna like her. We did all sorts of stuff yesterday, and we’re going for a swim later, when she gets back with her mama. We can all go together now.”
Nikki snorted. “Mama? What is she? A baby?”
Aiden, who had only just met the girls, and still felt uncomfortable around them, frowned, then gave her a weak, hopeful smile.
“She’s Italian. She says mama and papa ‘stead of mum and dad. She’s not a baby! She’s the same age as us, nearly.”
Nikki stared at him. “Whaddya mean, ‘us?’ How old are you anyway? Eleven?”
“Thirteen,” he mumbled softly, looking away, the familiar feelings of being an outsider were quickly rushing back.
Amy dug an elbow into Nikki’s ribs, “Stop it Nik. Don’t be a cow.”
Scott looked at his girlfriend, suddenly a bit uncomfortable. Nikki was usually the sweetest girl he’d ever met, along with Amy of course, and he didn’t understand why she was being mean to his friend.
“Aids is thirteen Nik. He goes to school with us. I just toldya that.”
“Pffft. ‘Aids’.....” she mumbled, but didn’t say anything else.
A bit of an uncomfortable silence fell on the group, and they shuffled their feet for a few seconds, not making eye contact with each other, especially Nikki or Aiden, who for some reason, seemed to have got off on the wrong foot.
Amy felt like she should say something, especially to draw the smaller boy back into the conversation. “Aiden, aren’t there supposed to be porta-loos here somewhere? I can’t see any?”
Amy’s question had the rest of the gang looking around. In all the excitement, even Nikki had momentarily forgotten about the dreaded toilets.
Aiden shrugged. “I dunno. There’s definitely none here though. My dad didn’t say nothing ‘bout it. He said they’re gonna be working on the toilet block today.”
The tradesmen were coming back, talking earnestly with Mario, and when they arrived, Dan shyly approached them.
“Uh dad? S’cuse me, but can I ask ya something?”
Pete was mildly annoyed that Dan would interrupt him in an important work conversation, but at least he had been polite about it.
“Yeah mate. What’s up? Quick now, I’m kinda busy,”
“Sorry dad, it’s just, uh, the guys are kinda wondering where the, uh, you know, toilets are?”
Peter gave a start. He looked around, seeing the obvious, that he’d somehow missed. The Porta-loos weren’t here! He’d been busy with Mario since they’d arrived, and hadn’t noticed. They were supposed to have been delivered yesterday!
He asked Mario if he knew anything, but the boss shrugged, he hadn’t heard anything, and indeed didn’t know that they were even ordered. The running of the site was left entirely up to his supervisor, Peter.
Pete excused himself, and made a hurried phone call, his tone of voice was enough to let the other men, and Dan know, that he wasn’t happy.
“They ‘forgot,’ apparently,” he explained, through gritted teeth. “Morons. They’ve promised to ship them up by the end of the day, but they’ve gotta come from Geraldton, so it WILL be later.”
Mario gave him an encouraging smile. After four decades in the construction game, he knew things like this happened all too frequently. Every single job had at least something go wrong with deliveries.
“Don’t worry about it Peter. Come. I’ll open the house. The kids canna go there.”
Pete suddenly remembered the women, particularly his wife, who had been complaining about needing to go when they arrived. He cursed under his breath as they all walked off together, except for Dan, who ran back to his friends to explain the situation.
It didn’t really bother any of them too much, at least yet. They had all sat on the toilet at the roadhouse anyway, the boys were more than happy to wee in the bush, Amy certainly didn’t mind using her diaper if she had to, it was already a little bit wet anyway, although she wasn’t sure exactly when that had happened. That only left Nikki, who would choose wet panties over a Porta-loo any day!
The gang fell in behind the adults as they walked back towards The Lodge, and Amy hung back a bit from them, taking Nikki with her.
“What’s up Nik? Why were you being snippy with Aiden?”
Nikki sighed. She certainly hadn’t planned on it, but she was feeling a bit annoyed. After spending ten hours cramped up next to her brother in the back of the car, she was tired, sore, cranky, and irritable, and just wanted to relax.
“I dunno Ames. I didn’t mean to be I guess. It’s just after the whole trip, the guys just kinda abandon us for their friend, and suddenly he’s planning the whole day for us! I don’t even know the kid, and he’s like taking charge or something. He looks like such a baby too. I just wanted us all to hang out together, just chill I guess, not run around doing whatever baby face wants us to do.”
Amy chuckled, and put an arm around her friend. “Aww. Is baby Nikki all grumpy today?”
Nikki couldn’t help but laugh, and she punched Amy lightly on the arm, and gave her a good look at her middle finger.
“I’m sorry Ames. I’ll be nice to the kid, I guess.”
“Nik, he’s thirteen, same as you, and only a year younger than the guys. You gotta stop calling him ‘The Kid’....”
Nikki sighed. “Guess you’re right mate. Come on, let’s catch up with the guys,” so they did.
When everyone got back to The Lodge, they found the mother’s sitting on the porch chairs, relaxing and chatting easily with each other. Pete couldn’t help noticing that his wife had changed her pants, and he hoped that didn’t signify that she’d had an accident. But the other women were wearing shorts now as well, so they must’ve just got changed due to comfort, he guessed. After all, Sue didn’t seem at all upset or embarrassed, which she certainly would be if she’d wet herself. He knew. He’d seen it happen before. The funny thing was, she didn’t give the impression of needing to go anymore, and neither did the others. They must’ve had a sneaky wee in the bushes, he decided. At least they looked like they were enjoying themselves.
Introductions were made, including the kids, and Mario shook everybody’s hand warmly, making sure that nobody was left out. He apologised profusely for not leaving the house unlocked, and the three women just laughed, assuring him that it was no big deal at all, something that Peter was a bit surprised about, knowing had badly Sue had needed to pee.
Sue made a pretence out of going to the bathroom, although the other two mothers didn’t bother, except for washing their hands, and none of the kids even tried.
“I guess the first priority is now going to be the toilet blocks,” Peter decided. “If we can at least get a couple of toilets working today, we may not even need the damn Porta-loos. It’s a good thing they’re giving me a hefty discount on the bloody things for mucking us around.”
He looked at the group gathered around him in the kitchen, and took a deep breath.
“Okay. Paul. Your guy will be here soon, and mine will be too. We need to get the toilets and showers going ASAP. You start by getting the water on, and I’ll check the hot water cylinders, then start going around the vans, and try to get the hookups working.”
He turned to Jack next. “Jack, I know you’ve got some stuff to do in the toilets, but stay outta there for the time being. With us and Sean all in there together, it’s going to be a tight squeeze as it is. I don’t care what you do to be honest. Mario here has given you a list to start on.”
Jack nodded. “My guy is on his way. He just texted me. We’ll make a start on repairing the fences and gates.”
“Good man,” Pete said with a smile, before turning towards the kids and their mothers.
“Troy, you help us unload, then go help Jack.” Troy nodded, excited to actually start work.
“Now you lot,” he said addressing the younger ones and the women.
“We need the vans set up for tonight. We’re going to need to clean all them properly before we leave, but for now, go pick out whichever one you want to stay in, and give it a rough clean, just to make it presentable. I want you kids to take the mattresses out and shake them, then make your beds. You’ll need to sweep them out, and wipe down the benches. Sue, Sonia, and Paula will be around to give you all a hand. I guess you lot are hungry too?”
The kids all nodded, especially the boys. They were almost always hungry.
“We’ve got a heap of sandwiches, rolls, and juice boxes in the big cooler in the back of my ute, go help yourselves to it. Sue? After you girls give the kids a hand, you might want to clean the barbecues in the camp kitchen. I think dinner tonight won’t be too fancy.”
“Mr Jacobs?” Aiden said, putting his hand up. “Anything I can do to help?”
Peter smiled at him. “Just help out mate. Do whatever needs doing. I’m sure your friends will appreciate a hand.”
“Yes sir,” he beamed, happy to be a part of it. Besides, it was still early. If they got everything done, they’d still have heaps of time for a swim later!
The kids unloaded the cooler, then the men drove over to the toilets or the fences, whatever they were allocated to do. Aiden stood back as the others started eating, until Scotty motioned him forward, talking with his mouth full.
“Come on Aids. Dig in. There’s heaps here.”
Nikki was about to object. After all, the food was supposed to be for them, not this annoying little blow in. His own dad was here, why the heck wasn’t he making the kids lunch?
She glanced at Amy, and saw that her friend was watching her, waiting for her to say something, and she reddened a bit, keeping her mouth shut, and feeling a bit petty about herself.
Before they had finished eating, Aiden started talking excitedly, chewing with his mouth open, dropping food everywhere. Nikki looked on in disgust.
“Guys,” he was saying, “I know which is the best van! Maria showed me yesterday! It’s the biggest one and all. You should totally take it before anyone else does!”
Scott, Dan, and Matt exchanged an excited glance. It sounded perfect.
“Come on! I’ll show ya!” Aiden said, and took off running, with his three friends following, leaving Amy and Nikki behind, half eaten sandwiches in their hands.
A look of disappointment passed between them. |
Chapter 10
Boys vs Girls
Thursday Afternoon
“Friggin boys,” Nikki muttered, as her and Amy started walking towards the van. “Honestly, it’s like being around a pack of toddlers sometimes! Like did you see the way they just had to go running around outside playing football this morning? It’s like sometimes all they wanna do, is hang out doing stupid boy stuff with each other.”
Amy gave a small chuckle, and put an arm around her friends shoulders. “Don’t be too harsh on them Nik. Remember what the nuns told us in Human Development class? Girls mature faster than boys do. I guess our lot are proof of that.”
“Amen,” Nikki mumbled.
“I guess they’re happy that a school mate is here. We’d probably be the same if one of the girls from school rocked up.” Amy suggested.
“Uh-uh,” Nikki said forcefully. “I don’t need anyone else up here. I’ve got Scotty, you, and Dan. That’s all I care about. Matty too I guess.” She gave Amy’s hand a quick squeeze, letting her know that she meant it.
“Hey Nik? Have you and Scotty had that talk? About the bed wetting?”
“Not yet,” she replied with a sigh. “I really thought he would’ve said something by now.”
“So he still doesn’t know you know?”
“Course not. I can’t just bloody well tell him I’ve known about it for weeks, can I?”
“I thought you were going to ease into it? Tell him you knew what it was like yourself?”
She sighed again, even deeper. “That WAS my plan. I thought if I told him I sometimes wet the bed, or at least used to, then he’d tell me about himself, but I just can’t seem to bring it up. I guess I know why he hasn’t said anything, after all, he’s probably worried I’ll freak out. I mean, I even know that HE won’t freak out if I tell him about myself, but I still can’t make myself say anything. Besides, we’re not really alone very often. If it’s not Matt, it’s you and Danny, or Ali, or our parents. Even bloody Troy hangs around and spies on us. I’m kinda hoping to get Scott by himself at some stage, but now friggin’ baby face is here, it looks like the boys will be ‘Playing With Their Little Friend’ all the time.”
The air quotes were added for emphasis, and Amy could sense her friends frustration.
“Don’t stress so much, Nik. Come on, let’s go pick our own van. I’ll bet we can make it much nicer than the boys van anyway.”
They walked past the boys van, and could hear the guys carrying on inside, as they checked it out. Cries of “Awesome,” and “Radical,” could be heard clearly. There was an open van on either side of the boys, and they immediately settled on the left one. It was almost as big as the one the guys were in, and they couldn’t see anything about it that would make it any less “awesome” or “radical” at all.
Both vans had a similar layout. A double bed at both ends, and a pair of bench seats with a table in the middle , that all folded down into another double bed. There was a sink, a stove, and various cupboards, but no bathroom or toilet. The outside of each featured a large, solid annexe, giving some privacy and shade to the door on the side. They weren’t exactly modern in design, but to a bunch of excited kids, they held more promise than a week in a mansion. This was their home for at least a week, their own private castle. A home with no grownups, where they could do whatever they wanted to, within reason of course.
Amy and Nikki were walking back to the cars to get a broom and some cleaning supplies, when Scott saw them through the window.
“Hey Nik! Amy! Come and check it out,” he shouted.
Nikki barely glanced at him, before shouting back “Oh? You remembered that we’re actually here with you, did ya? Maybe later. Ames and me have got our own van to clean out. Neighbor. Come on Ames!” She grabbed her friends arm and dragged her away before Amy could even think about going inside.
“Ouch!” Amy whispered in a giggle. “Bazinga.”
Nikki chuckled, and soon they were leaning against each other, laughing as they walked away.
Scott turned towards his friends. “What was all that about,” he said, sounding confused.
Dan shrugged. “Girls,” was all he could say by way of explanation.
The girls grabbed two brooms, and enough cleaning stuff for both them and the guys, just to show there was no hard feelings. There was a plastic tub full of various cleaners, cloths, and sprays, so they grabbed a side each, threw a broom over their shoulders, and walked back.
“Here guys. If you want to spend any time with us at all today, you better get your ‘man cave’ sorted out,” Amy said, before grabbing what she needed from the tub, and going into her van with Nikki. Once inside, Nikki gave her a big high five, and they dissolved into a fit of giggles.
“Well played Ames!” Nikki said, trying to keep quiet so the boys wouldn’t hear.
Amy was leaning against the wall, tears in her eyes, thinking about the shocked look they had seen on Dan and Scotty’s faces when they had just dumped the bin and walked off. She was almost choking with laughter, and suddenly her bladder gave a twitch.
“Oh my God, Nik, I’m wetting myself,” she declared, spreading her legs a bit and slightly squatting, as her big pull up became very wet and heavy between her legs. Her right thumb went to her mouth, and she nibbled at her nail, as she lost all control and soaked herself.
It was one of the things that she loved about being with Nikki. If she had an accident, she didn’t have to try and hide it, and it was a freeing feeling to be able to openly admit that she’d wet her pants, and not feel any embarrassment by it.
When she’d finished, she looked between her legs, and ran her hand around down there, then turned her back to her friend. “Is my bum wet Nik? I don’t think I leaked?”
Nikki couldn’t help herself. She ran a hand gently across Amy’s bottom, even slightly between her legs, and gave the diaper a little squeeze through the sweatpants.
“No Ames. You feel very good, I mean you look good,” she said with a blush, and Amy blushed as well, but returned her smile.
Suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable, Nikki quickly changed the subject, sort of. “Your diapers are still back in the car,” she said. “Want me to run up and fetch your bag?”
Amy shrugged. “Nah. Let’s get this place cleaned up first, then we’ll bring all our stuff down here at once. I’ll get changed then. Maybe put a dress or shorts on.”
Next door, the boys had started cleaning, as well as teenage boys can possibly clean anyway. Matt was sweeping, while Dan and Scotty wiped down all the benches and ledges. Aiden tried to just stay out of the way, and he stood in the annex.
“What’s up with the girls?” Dan pondered, echoing Scott’s earlier question.
Matt, who wasn’t renowned for sticking his nose in, gave a chuckle. “Man. Are you guys for real? They’re pissed of atcha. Can’t you see that?”
“But why?” Dan and Scott asked, almost in unison.
Matt shook his head. His friends were the ones who had girlfriends, yet they couldn’t see what he could. “Youse two are thick, you know that? You’ve hardly spoken a word to ‘em since we got here. We all just ran off and left them too. No wonder they’re mad at you.”
A look of shocked understanding passed between the other boys, and Scott muttered “Shit,” under his breath.
“Don’t sweat it,” Matt advised. “They’ll get over it, just be extra nice to ‘em later, when we get this done. Stop ignoring them.”
Once again, the big fella had proved that although he didn’t say much, when he did, he was worth listening too, and Dan and Scott nodded humbly.
As it was, the frostiness between the boys and girls was broken even quicker than they had hoped. Suddenly, a loud scream came from next door. The boys looked at each other, and ran over as fast as they could, to find Amy and Nikki standing outside, laughing uneasily and looking shaky.
“Spider! Big!” Nikki said, pointing inside.
Scott went in, and saw a mattress half off the bed, and a large spider on the wall. Nikki was standing outside, looking in.
“I lifted the bed up, and that, that THING came out,” she said with a shudder. “I can’t handle them Scotty! Can you get rid of it? Please?”
Now Scotty wasn’t a particular fan of spiders either, but he couldn’t act scared in front of his girlfriend! This monstrosity was too big to squash without making a mess, so he took a small bowl from the tub over cleaning supplies, and managed to trap it, sliding a bit of paper under the upturned bowl before gingerly picking it up, and almost running outside to let it go well away from the vans.
Nikki ran up to him and hugged him tightly, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” she whispered in his ear. “I almost peed my pants when that ran out,” she said, looking at him to judge his reaction.
Scotty smiled at her, feeling every bit like the brave knight who had conquered a mighty dragon. He patted her on the bottom.
“Maybe we should make you wear one of Amy’s diapers, just in case there’s more of them,” he suggested, which shocked her. As it was, she was very relieved that she was no longer wearing the pull up that she’d worn earlier! He would definitely have felt it otherwise.
They were standing well away from the others, and nobody could hear them, but they all watched on with a smile. Dan sidled up to Amy, and put his arm around her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m sorry babe. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
She cuddled him back, and gave him an even bigger kiss. “I know sweetie. It didn’t really bother me too much. Nikki was the one who got a bit miffed.” She then punched him on the arm. Hard.
“But don’t do it again!”
After that, they all worked together as a team. The boys removed all the bedding, and took care of the bugs and spiders, while the girls cleaned. The vans actually weren’t too bad to begin with, just dusty. They’d been cleaned properly after they were last used, but had been sitting idle for a long time, so it was more dust and cobwebs than anything else. Once they were clean, a LOT of bug spray was generously applied, and the windows opened.
All in all, it didn’t take too long working as a team.
Just as they were packing up, a large saloon car pulled in, parking outside The Lodge. |
Chapter 11
The Thoughts Of Maria
Thursday
Maria was feeling good about herself, and really looking forward to the rest of the day. She felt pretty.
Feeling pretty wasn’t usually a thing that she thought a lot about, in fact, she hardly ever thought about it. She KNEW she was pretty, at least that’s what her mama, her nonna, and virtually everyone always told her, but she really didn’t care. She was unlike most girls her age in that regard, in the way that she would much rather be wearing old clothes that didn’t matter if they got dirty, and she’d definitely rather be running around outside playing than fussing over stupid stuff like hair, and makeup. Her mama called her a tomboy, and Maria guessed that she was probably right. Even as a little girl she hadn’t had much time for girlie toys, and would much rather play with things like toy cars and action figures instead of Barbie Dolls. She hated wearing shoes, loved climbing trees, and doing exciting stuff, like building a fort, or riding her BMX, and boxing. She loved boxing, which made her papa smile and her mama groan in despair. Maria wanted to box in competitions, but her mama had put her foot down there. Yes, she could train and spar, but there was no way her little girl was going to go out of her way to be punched in the face!
She was on her way back from getting her hair done, a chore which she fidgeted her way through with much exaggerated sighing, and was currently enjoying a chocolate milkshake, which she’d already managed to spill down the front of her pretty white flower dress, something that she honestly didn’t care about, but had her mama complaining loudly, although not too seriously.
Her thoughts had turned to stuff like being pretty, only because she had to admit that her raven black hair DID look a lot better now, and the haircut had been worth the aggravation, even though it had seriously cut into her valuable playtime with Aiden.
Aiden. He was one of the reasons that she was secretly pleased that she looked pretty. Usually, she thought that being pretty was nothing but a chore, and certainly not worth the effort that a lot of girls put into it, but because he was staying with them, she was kind of pleased about it for once.
Most girls wanted to be pretty so that boys would look at them, but that had never been the case with Maria, up until now at least. She hadn’t had any interest in boys whatsoever, except for being better at stuff than they were. She could outrun, outbox, out climb, and outride most boys her age, and that’s all she had ever cared about.
Until Aiden.
Another big drawback to being pretty, was that other girls got jealous, like she was doing it on purpose just to spite them, and that was insane! Why on earth would she waste her time trying to look pretty for boys, who she really didn’t care about.
Until Aiden.
It really had been easier when she had been a lot younger, Maria thought. Back then, boys and girls just played together, challenging each other, and she would usually win whatever challenge that was going. There was none of this stupid, lovey-dovey boy/girl stuff going on, the sort of stuff that more and more of her friends were becoming interested in lately. Why did stuff have to change all of a sudden? It was so much better before, when boys were just there to be beaten.
Until Aiden.
Honestly, the jealousy that some girls showed to each other was just ridiculous. That was one of the reasons that she’d got into a fight at her last school. The bigger girls had actually been picking on her because she was pretty! Like she even cared! It was ridiculous. The older she got, the more she was coming to the realisation that not every girl wanted to be her friend, not like when she was much younger. It sucked, really. Maria didn’t want to compete against any girl, unless it was in a test of strength or skill, certainly not in any sort of beauty contest! She really just didn’t care, or hadn’t done so far.
Until Aiden.
There was something just so, well, nice about him. He was fun, adventurous, and she almost hated to admit it, but well, he was kind of cute too! So far, they’d had a lot of fun together, a lot more fun than she usually had with other girls, what with their stupid hair and makeup stuff, and pretty clothes and shoes. Really, didn’t they know what they were missing out on by not running around outside getting dirty. Boys were definitely a lot more fun in that regard, which is why she usually preferred to hang around with them, not for the dumb kissy stuff.
Until Aiden.
They’d already given each other little pecks on the nose or cheeks, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him on the lips, just like they did it the movies....
Her thoughts were interrupted by her mama, “Maria, how was your bed this morning? Do I gotta change your sheets today?”
A lot of twelve year olds would wince at this question, but not Maria. She occasionally wet the bed, (usually, but not always accidentally,) and her mama and papa knew it happened. They didn’t blame her, so why on earth would she feel guilty or bad about it?
“No mama. My bed is ok. I did get wet though. Sorry.”
She added the apology just because she though that she should, not because she felt any guilt about it. Her mama’s reply only confirmed that.
“Oh Maria! Itsa okay. You don’t haveta be sorry. These things happen. But you sure your beds okay?”
“Yes mama. Only my pull up got wet. I got rid of it properly too.”
“Good girl,” her mama replied, not knowing her pull up had gotten wet well after her daughter had actually woken up and got out of bed.
Of course, this only made Maria think about Aiden, like most things over the past 24 hours had. She tried not to grin too much when she remembered the shocked look on his (cute) face when she’d admitted to wetting her diaper earlier, and her pants yesterday.
She still wasn’t exactly sure why she’d told him. She knew that most kids would be freaked out if you just told them that you’d had an accident, and perhaps that was part of the reason that she’d just told him yesterday. Simple curiosity as to what exactly he’d say or do. Way back then, she hadn’t even known him, and telling him that she’d wet her pants in the car was little more than a social experiment. If he got freaked out, it wouldn’t have bothered her in the slightest. After all, he was nothing more than a (cute?) stranger to her then, so she hadn’t really cared.
Then, after, he’d seemed sort of fascinated by the wet spot on her pants after she’d gone wee’s in the bush, plus he’d told her that he sometimes peed in his sleep as well, and his pants! That was when she’d first started thinking that this boy might be something special. Perhaps he liked doing it on purpose sometimes as well! Maria had never met anyone else who might understand the naughty thrill of doing a wee in their pants, like she did.
Her wet diaper this morning had been a real accident, she hadn’t lied about that. She had woken up dry, but needing to pee, but had wanted to make sure her new friend was still there, so she had delayed her potty stop. Then, the distraction of Coco Pops had proven too much. She knew that she really had to pee, but surely it could wait till after breakfast?
Then they had started laughing.
Suddenly, a big squirt of hot wee had shot out, then another one straight away. She had squeezed her legs together, and momentarily stopped it, but it was like trapped there, waiting to come out. Maria knew that as soon as she moved that she would leak again, so she opened her legs up a bit, and let it trickle out. After all, her night nappy was already wet by then anyway, so technically it was too late.
When Maria had stood up, and especially when she bent over, it had become very apparent that her bladder was no where near empty, and now it had been allowed to release itself a bit, it was going to let go completely. She had tried to make it to the toilet, but her fingers and legs got all wet on the way.
Still, Aiden didn’t flinch. It was like he was actually interested in her wetting herself. It was interesting, to say the least. They had already agreed to go swimming later, and she had resolved to herself that she would definitely pee her pants in front of him, just to gauge his reaction. She really hoped that he’d do it too, but didn’t really expect that he would though. Although she thought that he would look mega-cute if he did wet himself with her later!
Speaking of looking cute, she thought he’d looked absolutely adorable in his little night nappy! That was another thing that kind of, well, attracted her to him, he wore pull ups to bed as well. As she got older, she knew it was very uncommon for kids her age to still wet the bed and wear nappies, and she couldn’t believe that she’d actually found another kid like her, and up here, of all places! She cringed internally when she remembered a conversation with her friends a few years ago. They had been playing truth or dare, and someone had asked her when was the last time that she had wet the bed.
Maria had been nine, and obviously knew that not many nine year olds still wet in their sleep, but her folks didn’t mind, and these were her best friends that she was playing with, and a lot of embarrassing stuff had already been shared in whispered giggles, with nobody seeming to care too much about what was being admitted to. So she’d answered honestly, thinking it was kind of funny.
“Two nights ago,” she’d giggled. “My pull up was soaked when I woke up!”
Ugh. She vividly recalled how the conversation just died, and how her friends had just stopped, and looked at each other. She hadn’t meant to say anything about her pull up, but in all the excitement of admitting something really secret, it had just popped out.
“Wait. Your what?” Emily had said, clearly shocked, and everyone had laughed, but not as nicely as before.
The teasing had started then, and had lasted for a long time. With the conversation now on bed wetting, the other girls all admitted to doing it at least once before, but the fact that their friend still wore pull ups to bed took any embarrassment away from them, and allowed them to freely admit that it had happened to them as well, but at least they didn’t still need baby pants!
Thankfully, the story hadn’t spread around the school, after all, they were her friends, but after that, the nickname of Baby Maria had been used for quite awhile amongst them. As it was, she was a little bit shorter than other girls her age, so her confession only helped to fuel the fire.
After that, she never, EVER, mentioned bed wetting or pull ups around her friends again, although every time that she refused an invitation to a sleepover, her friends would giggle knowingly and whisper “Baby Maria” to her.
That was probably why she had just openly admitted to the new boy that she’d wet her pants yesterday. She didn’t know him, and although he looked nice, she really didn’t care. She was merely interested in his reaction. There had been no other kids around to find out about it, and if any more turned up, it would be his word against hers anyway.
Besides, she knew just by looking at him, that she could beat the crap out of him if she had too!
They were approaching the park again now, and her mama turned and spoke to her again.
“Sweetie, you try anda keep your pants dry today, ok? I know you wanna go running around witha Aiden, but you really can’t be just not caring ‘bout going to the toilet like you do when you by yourself. I know itsa not a big deal, but you don’t want Aiden thinking you’re a baby or something, do you? Besides, you never have accidents at school, so I know there’sa no reason you should have them at home, is there?”
Maria stifled her grin. “No mama. You’re right. I’ll be careful, promise.”
“Good girl. You go to the toilet and get changed when we getta back, okay? Put some old clothes on, eh? You already gotta milk all over your dress already.”
“Yes mama,” Maria agreed.
She did feel a slight need to pee building, after all, she hadn’t gone since wetting herself earlier on, but she had no intention at all of using the toilet whatsoever! Her and Aiden were going for a swim later, and they had already agreed that they were going to wet themselves on the beach. She couldn’t wait! It was going to be so much fun! She did shift a little bit in her seat though. She hadn’t really given any thoughts about needing to pee until her mama mentioned it, but now she realised that she actually did need to go, at least a little bit.
As the car pulled in, Maria started looking around anxiously, wondering where her friend was. Straight away she noticed that there was another four cars parked in the middle, one towing a big boat. Apparently papas workers had started to arrive. She wondered if there were anymore kids up here with them. Not that she cared at all, she had Aiden to play with now.
There he was! Walking along talking to a big bunch of kids, all bigger than what they were. It was strange. Aiden was talking and laughing as if he knew them already! She had to find out what exactly this was all about.
Forgetting her earlier promise to her mama about going to the toilet and getting changed, and ignoring her mamas protest, she kicked off her sandals, left the empty milkshake container in the car, and started striding purposely towards Aiden and these new kids. |
Chapter 12
Girls, This Is Maria
Thursday
“Look everyone! Maria’s here!” Aiden squealed. “You’re gonna love her. She’s awesome,” and he ran forward to greet her.
Maria smiled when she saw him breaking away from these new kids, and her whole face lit up. Her high cheekbones lifted, her little pink lips spread in a wide grin, showing off her flawless white teeth. The sun was glistening off her jet black hair, which cascaded down and over her shoulders, and there was a definite spring in her step, as her little bare feet seemed to almost float across the grass. Even though her dress had chocolate milk stains on it, it hugged her chest, showing how her boobs were starting to grow, and the olive skin on her arms, legs, and shoulders, contrasted strikingly against it.
Although she was only twelve, the other kids were only thirteen or fourteen themselves, and her natural confidence and physical presence more than made up for her slightly short stature, and her still budding physical development.
Matty nudged Scott, who stage whispered an awed “Wowwww,” which unfortunately Nikki heard as well, and shot him a dirty look as he stood there, mouth slightly open.
Maria grabbed Aidens hand easily, and they smiled at each other, sharing a quietly spoken ‘Hello,’ before the two barefoot children walked back hand-in-hand towards the group.
Aiden started babbling excitedly, trying to introduce her to everyone at once, and didn’t even realise that he’d subconsciously given his penis a little grab through his shorts. He was so excited!
Eventually the introductions were made, and all the boys were smiling at her, but not so much the girls. Amy was polite, but noncommittal, while Nikki was looking at her with a barely disguised dislike.
Maria could sense some tension coming from these older girls, and didn’t understand why. After all, they’d only just met. She stayed quiet while Aiden explained that these were actually his friends from school! His best mates apparently.
She eventually worked out enough from his over excited babble, that they were all in the same year together, and the two girls, who he had only just met for the first time himself, were in grade seven, although the taller blonde one (Amy?) definitely looked older than the shorter brown haired one.
“These are Scotty and Dans girlfriends that I was tellin’ you about? The ones that go to St Margarets Senior?”
Maria sensed an opportunity to make friends here, based on the solidarity of going to the same school, albeit a different campus.
“Oh! Hi! I’ve just started going to St Margarets myself,” she said with her usual confidence. “I’m still at the junior campus until next year. I’m in grade six.”
Nikki sniffed, and rolled her eyes.
“Huh. Friggin’ twelvie,” she muttered.
Maria’s eyes suddenly darkened. This girl in front of her didn’t look all that much older than what she herself was. Yes, she was a few inches taller, but so were a lot of her friends that were the same age. This taller girl was still quite flat chested herself, and certainly didn’t appear to be a lot different in age than she was.
Maria stepped forward, and Aiden saw her little hands balling themselves into fists, as she naturally put her left foot forward, and balanced herself comfortably on the balls of her feet, just like her brother had taught her. He put a restraining hand on her arm, as Nikki’s eyes widened a bit, as she hastily took a step back. For a split second, she had thought that this ‘twelvie’ was actually going to take a swing at her!
“Whaddya mean by that?” Maria asked, her voice suddenly flat and emotionless.
“Hey, nothing! Calm down,” Nikki spluttered. “Sorry,” she hastily added.
“Nik.....” Amy said in a warning tone. “Chill out, okay?”
Nikki blushed, and suddenly Maria felt uncomfortable. Her emotions were everywhere. She had gone from the excitement of seeing Aiden, happiness at finding him, nervousness at finding new kids, hopefulness at the prospect of having fun after discovering he knew them, to outright anger, all in the space of about three minutes. Now she didn’t know what to think!
An awkward silence fell, and Maria was about to just walk away, resigned to leaving Aiden here with his so-called “friends,” and playing by herself, until Amy stepped forward and gave her a smile, offering her hand.
“Amy,” she said by way of formal introduction as the smaller girl shook it. “This is your dads place huh? It’s really cool! We love it. I’m so glad your folks let us tag along too, I’ll bet we all can have a lot of fun together here.”
Amy thought she may have sounded a bit trite, but apparently it had been the right thing to say. Maria’s smile returned just as quickly as it had departed, and she shook the bigger girls hand firmly, making direct eye contact with her.
“Maria,” she said, copying Amy’s introduction. “Thanks. It’s a really cool place. I love coming up here, but it does get kinda lonely sometimes. Aiden and me had a ball yesterday, didn’t we? Aiden?”
He stepped forward, and grabbed her hand again, agreeing with her.
“I guess it’s kinda cool you guys all know each other. I was a bit worried ‘bout having a bunch of strangers around.”
“It’s only the boys that know each other,” Amy smiled. “We only just met him. I’m glad there’s another girl here now. Nik and me were getting kind of outnumbered by stupid boys all of a sudden!”
Maria couldn’t help but giggle at that. This Amy girl might be okay after all. She turned her attention to Nikki, arched an eyebrow, and looked challengingly at her, although she did offer her hand.
Nikki tried to maintain the eye contact, but couldn’t, and had to drop her gaze, although she did step forward again and offer her hand.
“Nikki,” she said softly. “Uh, Sorry ‘bout before, okay?”
Maria grabbed her hand in a very firm grip, establishing dominance like her papa had taught her. She gave a weak smile. “S’okay,” she said simply.
It got a bit quiet then, until Dan suggested that they take their bedding and clothes to the vans, and finish settling in. Then, perhaps they could start exploring.
Maria smiled at him. “Me and Aiden are going for a swim later. Maybe you guys wanna come along too?”
Everyone agreed that would be a great idea, and they headed towards the cars. More cars were pulling up now, and it looked like all of the workers had finally arrived. The boys fathers were all greeting them warmly, so the kids just collected their bags and left, with all but Matt carrying extra bags with mattress protectors hidden deep inside.
Maria and Aiden left them to it, and ran towards the playground together, agreeing to meet up soon. |
Chapter 13
Secrets, Part One, Nikki And Scott.
Thursday Afternoon
Scott dropped back behind the others to walk alongside Nikki.
“What’s up with you today, Babe? You seem kinda upset about something?”
Nikki flared up a little bit, but not as badly as she had done before.
“Bloody hell Scott. First you ignore me, abandon me altogether, then you just start perving at Maria like a dog on heat. Don’t think I didn’t see you.”
“That’s not fair Nik,” Scott replied, his own temper rising a notch. “I told you already I was sorry ‘bout running off before. We just got excited to look at the vans, that’s all. And I wasn’t perving on Maria.”
“Huh. You guys all were! You shoulda seen yourselves! You, Dan and Matt, your tongues were almost hanging out!”
Nikki stuck her tongue out, and did an impression of a thirsty dog, panting in an exaggerated manner. She wasn’t trying to be funny, but something about the way she did it definitely was, and before she had finished, they were both laughing.
The ice was broken, and Scott kissed her on the cheek. “I’m sorry Babe. I guess we did stare a bit. You gotta admit, she is kinda pretty, ‘specially for a twelvie, and I guess I never expected Aids to turn up with a girl. Definitely not a pretty one!”
He felt Nikki kind of stiffen a bit, and he hastily went on, before she could comment.
“Look Nik. Honestly? Yes. She’s kinda pretty. For a little kid. But you’re pretty too. Just as pretty as what she is, and there’s one big difference between you. Wanna know what it is?”
Nikki sighed. “Yeah, I suppose. Tell me.”
He stopped, dropped his bags, and grabbed both of her hands, making her drop what she was carrying. He looked directly into her eyes, and spoke softly, albeit a bit nervously.
“You’re my girlfriend Nikki, and I love you....”
Nikki gasped, as she felt a tiny dribble of pee leak out, wetting her panties. She had kind of needed to go since they’d arrived, and she was secretly looking forward to wetting her panties behind the van later, but her boyfriends sudden, unexpected declaration of love had literally shocked the pee out of her! It wasn’t much, but she did feel a tiny trickle on her inner thigh, and she hastily rubbed her legs together.
They had been officially “dating” for about a month, and so far, everything had been nice and innocent. They had kissed before, although not with a huge amount of passion, and they still hadn’t gone physically past the little things, like holding hands, or occasionally touching each other on the butt. They certainly hadn’t progressed as far into a physical relationship as what their friends had.
This was the first time that the “L-Word” had been used with each other, and although Nikki felt that way about Scotty, she hadn’t been sure that his feelings had run as deeply as hers did. Hearing him actually say the words had been a dream come true, but had physically shocked her, causing her slightly small, but almost full bladder to suddenly contract, making the brand new panties that her mum had bought her for the trip, quite wet.
Nikki had been given a pack of seven panties, each named for a day of the week, all in vibrant solid colours, with contrasting bright waist and leg bands. Today’s, Thursday’s, were bright orange, with lime green trim, and the word “Thursday” written in lime green across the bum. Subconsciously, she wondered what they looked like now....
A few seconds passed, and Scott shuffled his feet nervously, but didn’t let go of her hands. In a slightly shaky voice, he asked, “Well, aren’t you gonna say something?”
“I just peed my pants,” Nikki blurted out.
Scott looked completely dumbfounded. “Whaaaat?”
Nikki giggled. “Oh Scotty! I love you too! So much! But I think I just peed my pants a little bit,”
Scott spluttered with laughter, and Nikki joined in, crossing her legs tightly as she did so.
“Stop! Don’t make me laugh,” she cried.
“Are you serious?”
“I am. About both. I love you sooo much Scott, but I think I kinda wet myself a bit when you said it. I guess I’ve been hoping for a long time for you to say that.”
He leaned in, and kissed her, and this kiss was deeper and longer than any kiss that they’d shared before.
“Uh, do you need to go to the toilet or something? “He asked, blushing a bit.
Nikki laughed. “No babe. It’s a bit late now I guess. It was only just a little bit anyway. I think you shocked me a bit.”
“Sooooo, we agree? We love each other?”
She kissed him again. “I think we do.”
He sighed with relief. He’d wanted to tell her that for quite awhile, but the opportunity had never come up, until now.
Nikki herself had something else that she had wanted to bring up for awhile, but hadn’t had the chance too, but now, the timing was perfect.
She lowered her eyes, and tried to make herself sound more worried than what she was. She really wanted Scott to tell her about his bed wetting issues, and if she played her cards right here, she could gently guide him towards it.
“Scotty, sweetie, I’ve got something else that I really need to tell you, but I’m kinda scared...”
He smiled gently at her, a bit confused. “What’re you scared about Nik? You know you can tell me anything. I love you, remember?”
Nikki’s heart was racing, but she had to downplay her excitement, and make herself sound like the worried victim. She hitched in a wavering breath.
“I, I can’t babe. If I tell you, you’re probably gonna like hate me or something. Well, maybe not hate me, but I think you’ll think I’m like a real weirdo or something. It’s something I really wanna tell you, but I just don’t think I can.”
Scott smiled, and dragged her in for a hug, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Nikster, you just told me you wet your pants! I think you can tell me anything after that, don’t you?”
Nikki gave a watery laugh, trying to make herself sound on the verge of breaking down.
“Funny you should say that,” she whispered, not making eye contact, but still holding his hands. “It’s kinda like related, I guess.”
Scott looked worried. He couldn’t grasp exactly what might be wrong, but it sounded serious. He gestured towards the camp kitchen area, which was close, and had nobody around.
“Come on Nik. You’re scaring me a bit now. I’m sure it can’t be that bad. Let’s go sit down, you can tell me all about it. I swear, whatever it is, it won’t change how I feel ‘bout you, okay?”
“I hope so,” she replied meekly, allowing him to lead her towards the big gazebo, where they sat down on a bench, still holding hands. She felt her wet panties pressing against her bottom, and wondered if her dress would end up with a wet spot, although she really didn’t care.
Steeling herself for the conversation that she’d played over and over in her mind dozens of times, just like the conversation she’d had with her mother about the pull ups, she took a deep breath, and began.
“Scotty, darling, I’ve been really looking forward to coming up here with you, like soooo much, but at the same time, it’s been kinda scaring me too. I’ve been so worried ‘bout you finding out stuff things that I guess I didn’t want you to know.”
Scott squeezed her hand. “Finding out what, princess? I’m sure it can’t be anything terrible. Come on, you can tell me.”
Okay, here goes nothing, she thought to herself.
“Scotty, when I was a little kid, I used to wet the bed. I know, I know, it’s prolly not a big deal. But, this is the hard bit, it still sometimes happens. It’s not like all the time or anything, just sometimes. It hadn’t happened for a long time, but I’ve peed the bed twice in the last week. I got so upset ‘bout it, and my mum even bought me some stupid pull ups to wear here, like for just in case, you know?” I didn’t wanna wear them of course, but I don’t wanna wet the bed either, ‘specially with you here. But I didn’t want you to see me wearing pull ups either.”
Scott was just staring at her, mouth slightly agape, like when he’d first set eyes on Maria earlier.
Got him, she thought, then quickly hurried on, before he could speak.
“I know you’ll prolly think I’m just a big baby now, but I can’t help it Scott. Sometimes, I just don’t wake up in time. The doctor says I’ve got a bit of a small bladder, kinda like Danny I guess, but not as bad of course. But if I’m really tired, I just don’t wake up in time. It’s soooo embarrassing. I sometimes have a little accidents too, like just then. If I need to go pot.., to the toilet, I can leak a bit, ‘specially if I laugh, or get a shock, like when you said you loved me. It’s one of the reasons me and Amy and Dan get on so well. They unnerstand what it’s like, and don’t judge me for it.”
She let go of his hand, and looked suitably downcast.
“I guess you prolly don’t like me very much anymore. I’m sorry Scott. I can’t blame you I guess. After all, nobody wants a girlfriend who wets her pants.”
Nikki was impressed with herself. She even managed to squeeze a tear out, that rolled dolefully down her cheek.
“Oh Nik,” Scott exclaimed with a big sigh. He grabbed her hand again, firmly, making sure she couldn’t pull away.
“Babe, you couldn’t be more wrong!”
He took his own deep breath, and prepared to unload his own dirty secrets, something that he himself had been just as worried about as what Nikki had been.
“Nik, Nikster, what you’ve just told me, only proves one thing. You’re the girl for me. I knew that already, but if there HAD been any doubt, which there wasn’t, it’d be gone now.”
He kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Nik, I’m so glad you told me. Now, I’ve got something I’ve gotta tell you. Do me a favour. Don’t say anything. Just let me tell ya before you say anything, okay?”
Nikki nodded, her excitement building, and for a brief moment, she thought she might wet herself again.
“Nik, I really need to tell you something about myself...”
For the next ten minutes, they held hands and talked. Scott started haltingly, but his confidence gradually grew the more he spoke. Nikki couldn’t help but speak occasionally, and the more that was said, the easier it got for both of them. They shared their stories, and even laughed about their problems, and by the time they had finished, they both actually felt a bit exhausted, but very relieved as well.
Their conversation was ended and sealed with a kiss, the deepest, and most passionate kiss that they’d shared to date. Scott even found his hand lightly brushing across Nikki’s breast, which made her shudder and moan, her damp panties feeling a different sort of moisture in them.
When they broke away, Scott cleared his throat.
“Did you really wet your pants Nik?”
She smiled, and grabbed his hand, guiding it up her legs, under her dress, and placed it directly onto the wet spot on her knickers.
“Uh-huh,” she said with a blush, as her boyfriends already excited dick grew stiffer and harder than what it had ever been before, and for a fourteen year old, that’s quite an achievement. |
Chapter 14
Secrets Part 2. Dan And Amy.
Thursday Afternoon
Amy saw Nikki and Scott break away, and wondered what it was all about. Nikki had said that she wanted to talk to him alone at some point, but it was pretty obvious that there was a little bit of tension between them as well. Nikki seemed unusually grumpy today, and perhaps they were just going to smooth things over. Whatever it was, Amy was just pleased to get a bit of time alone with Dan. Matt had stopped in his tracks and was doing something with his phone, so Amy quickly walked ahead, taking Dan with her.
“Wanna help me make my bed? You know how difficult it’s gonna be trying to fit the mattress protector and fitted sheets in that tiny bedroom thing? You come help me with mine, and I’ll help you with yours.”
“Deal!” Dan said happily, giving her a gentle bump with his shoulder as they walked. “When do think our mums are going come around to help?”
“Dunno. They look pretty busy with the men at the moment. Besides, I don’t think we really need their help anyway. The vans look pretty good to me. We did a good job!”
Dan agreed, glancing towards the big gazebo in the middle, where their friends were heading.
“What’re think those two are doing?”
Amy shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. Let’s just leave them alone for awhile. They’ll tell us later if it’s important.”
Dan paused at the door of the caravan. “Hang on Ames, I gotta take a piss first, be right back.”
Amy giggled. “Oh? Why not just use your diaper? I already did!”
Dan grinned at her. “What? Are you wet, babe? Maybe I can help you get changed?”
“Maybe,” she laughed. “Before the others come back. But seriously, why not use your diaper too?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Too many people around. I’ll just go behind the van.”
“Can I watch?” Amy asked mischievously.
Dan spluttered, and crossed his ankles, laughing at her request. He really did need to go quite badly by now.
“Whaaaat? Why?”
“Cos I want to. Can I?”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself, but I better go now. I’m gonna wet myself if I don’t.”
They looked around. Matt was still standing where they had left him, playing with his phone, Scott and Nik were just sitting down in the gazebo kitchen, and Aiden and Maria were heading to the playground. All of the adults were standing in a circle outside the toilets, where Dans father was filling the recently arrived workers in on what needed to be done.
Ducking around the back of the van, Dan was anxiously pulling his sweatpants down at the front before he’d even finished walking. He had to get them down a bit further, so he could get his big pull up down enough as well. Amy walked right up beside him as he started to pull at his padded pants.
“Geez! Babe, what’re you doing?”
She gave a slightly evil grin. “What? You just said I could watch, remember?”
“Yeah, but not from there! I thought you were gonna like stand behind me.”
“Where’s the fun in that,” she asked. “Remember when you did a wee at the rest stop? In the car park? I was watching you from the car. Now I wanna watch you from the front!”
He paused, right hand on his diaper, lifting his feet up uncomfortably, suddenly on the verge of losing control. Being so close to the freedom of expected release, his body had rocketed straight through the danger zone, and was now demanding instant relief.
He couldn’t hold on any longer, so further argument was out of the question, and he yanked his pull up down, freeing his boyhood with only a second to spare, before his bladder released a powerful stream.
He was so focused on the task at hand, that at first he didn’t see Amy sidling up to him, and he gave a slight jump when she spoke, now right beside him. He jumped even more, when she reached down, gently brushing his hands away, and delicately took his penis between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, and started aiming it for him.
“Ames! What the f..”
“Shhhhh.” She admonished. “Let me do this. I’m really kinda jealous of you boys when it comes to this. You guys are soooo lucky! You can just piddle anywhere if there’s no one around. I wish I could do this too.”
Dan felt himself break into a light sweat, as his penis twitched in her soft grip, and she started moving it around, making him pee in big circles. It felt weird, but also nice, as she gently stroked him, and kept a close eye on where his stream was erupting from.
“Dan? Do you think I could ever learn to pee like this? I know girls are built different, but I’d like to try. When I do it in the shower, it just goes all down my legs. I reckon I just need to learn how to aim. You wanna teach me?”
That was said with a big grin, as his boyhood became instantly stiff in her hand, causing his now depleted stream to trickle out to nothing, and giving her the chance to add a few more fingers to her grip, and a few drops of his pee dripped onto her hand.
He cleared his throat, feeling extremely self conscious about standing around outside, while his girlfriend held his erection, but Damn! Did it feel good!
“I’d love to teach you babe. I dunno ‘zactly how it works for girls, but we can have fun trying! This is prolly the best place in the world to practice! First, you gotta give it a shake, get the drops off.”
Her hand was already wet with his pee, but she did as he instructed, gently shaking him dry, making him groan with pleasure as she did so, and she saw the goosebumps appearing on his hairless arms.
She shook him again, then started stroking him, feeling his willie starting to throb in her hand.
“Babe. Uh. You better stop that. You know what happens when you do that.”
Her stroking only got a bit quicker, and her grip a bit tighter, as she stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. “What if I don’t wanna stop, Catholic Boy?”
“Aaammmeessss,” he muttered, feeling the swiftly approaching climax sweeping over him.
She stepped in front of him, and pulled his diaper up with her left hand, and apart from quickly adjusting her grip, she kept up her stroking with the right.
“Relax, Catholic Boy. You’ve got your nappy on now. You’re not gonna make a mess,” and she kissed him.
As her tongue entered his mouth, he went tense, as his seed exploded all over her hand, and in his diaper. She didn’t stop at first, just kept kissing him, and milking him gently as he ejaculated. When he was spent, she put her sticky hand down the back of his diaper, and used the dry padding to wipe as much off as she could. Of course her hand was constantly stroking his bottom as she did so, but he didn’t complain.
“Come on Dan. Inside. My turn now. You can help me change before anyone comes back.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, and her followed her back to the door, pausing only to collect her bags. Once inside, he found the wet wipes that she’d asked for, and blushed a bit as she used them to clean her hands properly.
“Ok Danny. I want you to turn around, and lock that door. Give me a second, and I’ll tell you when you can look.”
Not trusting himself to speak, he took a quick look around outside, making sure nobody was around. He could see Scott and Nik holding hands in the gazebo, the grownups still talking, and Matt was nowhere to be seen, so he shut and locked the door, and waited for Amy to tell him to turn around.
“Ready,” she said.
When he looked, his heart skipped a beat. Amy was standing there, dressed only in her black socks and swollen diaper, with her other clothes puddled on the floor. She had spread a towel on the bed.
“Wanna help me change, Catholic Boy?”
Even though he’d only just cum, he felt himself start to go stiff inside his now sticky diaper already. Not trusting himself to speak, he could only mutter a soft “Uh-Huh.”
Her long blonde hair, with its green and blue streaks, was draped down over her shoulders, and she brushed it back, giving him a completely unobstructed view of her breasts. The faint scarring was visible on her flat tummy, and her thick black socks were scrunched down around her ankles. Her nappy was slightly yellow looking, and sagging a bit between her legs, as she stood with her legs slightly akimbo, hands on her hips, with a naughty smile on her lips, her blue eyes shining with excitement.
“I better pee first,” she said.
Her thumb went into her mouth, but instead of gnawing at the nail, she put it all the way in, sucking on it seductively, as she looked him directly in the eye.
Dan heard a quiet hissing noise, and watched in awe as Amy’s diaper distended even more, now hanging heavily from her hips, and the colour of it became darker, as the blue strips completely disappeared.
She took her thumb from her mouth, and a little strip of saliva came away with it, as a single, small trickle of liquid ran down her left leg, getting absorbed into her sock. She looked down, then back up at him, eyes wide, and spoke in her “Little Amy” voice.
“Uh-Oh. Danny, I think I just wetted myself.”
Dan walked towards her, and placed a hand on her swollen crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze, pushing a tiny bit more of her pee out of it, which ran over his little finger, and down her leg again, following the wet trail that was already there almost perfectly.
He pushed her softly backwards onto the towel covered bed, and she lifted her feet up, putting them onto his crotch, and she could feel how hard he was again, even through his padding.
They didn’t speak at first. He grabbed her feet, massaging them through her fluffy black socks, and she moaned and squirmed in delight, pressing her feet firmly against his bulging sweatpants.
“Take them off for me Danny. I look ridiculous wearing them with my slides. I want to put a dress on anyway.”
Doing as instructed, he slowly pulled her socks off, then gave her pretty, brightly red painted toes a quick kiss. He really did like her feet.
She put her feet down, and spread her legs, letting him step inside, where he reached down, and tore the pull up at both sides, slowly peeling the front down, and exposing her maiden hood, with its little patch of blonde curls glistening with moisture in the sunlight which came through the window.
Amy lifted her bottom, and he pulled the heavy diaper out from under her, rolling it tightly, and dropping it on the floor. Dan grabbed the wipes, which Amy had had the foresight to leave on the bed beside her, and started wiping her, making sure he cleaned her all over, even wiping her bottom when she lifted it again.
As he wiped her, Amy’s breath became shorter and heavier, and occasionally, she would grind her thighs together, trapping his hand.
“Danny. Diaper cream. Quick,” she instructed, and he grabbed the tube which was beside the wipes.
Squirting a generous dollop onto his fingers, he placed them against her moist opening, and she shivered deliciously at the cold touch. He rubbed her through her pubic hair, and all over the clefts at the inner junction of her thighs, as she started to buck and moan.
“Hold. Towel,” she groaned, and he understood exactly what she meant. He’d bought her to orgasm before, and knew that she would leak when she came, even after emptying her bladder only minutes before.
He held the towel over her groin with his left hand, while he continued to rub her with his right. She reached for his hand, pressing it almost violently against herself, and moving it harder and faster, showing him how she wanted to be treated. Her legs went up, and she placed her pretty feet on his shoulders, as he felt a finger slip inside her.
This was new ground. They had always had a strict “No Penetration” rule, and he immediately started to pull his hand away, but she gripped his wrist.
“Do it Danny,” she hissed.
His head spinning, he slipped not one, but two fingers slightly inside her, the combination of the cream, and her own natural lubricant making the transition seamless. He didn’t go far, but apparently she liked it, arching her back, and moaning “Fuuuuuck” as the tingling started.
He felt warmth down there, on both hands, and he saw a small wet patch spreading across the red towel he was holding against her. Her thighs jammed tightly closed, and a small trickle of warmth hit the palm of his right hand, as Amy’s orgasm overwhelmed her.
The towel grew wetter, as did his hands, and the van rocked slightly as she threw herself around.
While she came, so did he, completely unassisted, and only minutes after she had helped him do it outside. It wasn’t much, but he felt himself orgasm inside his already sticky nappy, then he collapsed on the bed beside her, both of them completely spent. |
Chapter 15
Secrets, Part 3, Aiden and Maria
Thursday
“Race ya!” Maria suddenly yelled, and shot off like a rocket towards the playground. Aiden laughed, and took off behind her, but he had no hope of catching his friend.
“I win,” she yelled triumphantly, launching herself into a swing, beating him easily by a few meters.
“Not fair,” he complained. “You cheated!”
She looked at him, and saw how he was grinning. “Really? You wanna proper race, do ya?”
He shook his head quickly. He already knew how fast she was. “No way. I don’t want everyone seeing a girl beating me!”
She laughed with him, as he sat down on the other swing beside her.
“Hey! Guess what? I’ve got some news for you,” he said.
She kicked off, and started swinging. “Hmm. Lemme guess. You and your dad are going to stay in the house with us, and not in the caravans?”
Aiden was stunned. He’d been waiting all morning to tell her that!
“Whaaat? How did you know?”
She laughed at his expression. “Easy! I asked my papa last night if you could! I told him how much fun we were having. He said he’d think about it, but I knew he’d say yes. Mama always says I got him wrapped ‘round my little finger.”
“But when? When did you ask him?”
“When he came to tuck me in. He comes and says goodnight every night. If I want anything, that’s the most perfect time to ask! Papa hates saying no to me, ‘specially if mamas not around!”
They both started laughing, and Maria stopped kicking her legs, crossing her dirty ankles instead.
“Ohhh. Don’t make me laugh! I needa pee!”
Aiden laughed, and kicked off, joining her in the air. “Why not just go? I’ll wait here. You should go before you have an accident.”
Appearing to regain control, she started pumping her legs again. “Uh- uh. I’m holding on. We’re going to the beach soon, remember? I’m gonna wet myself when I get there. You are too, remember? You promised....”
He blushed. “I didn’t ‘promise’ promise. I said I’d think about it. Maybe.”
“You will,” she assured him. “We’ll both do it together. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
“But what if everyone else comes down?” He argued. “We can’t just pee our pants in front of everyone?”
“Why?” Maria asked. “We’re gonna be wearing swimsuits, and going in the water. No one has to know. I just gotta try and hold on till we get there though. I’m really busting.”
Aiden suddenly remembered something, something that he thought Maria would find interesting. He dragged his feet in the sand to stop swinging.
“Maria, guess what? I hadda little accident today, while you were gone. I peed myself a bit.”
She dragged herself to a stop as well, and looked at him slyly.
“You did not! You’re still wearing the same shorts you were wearing when I left. No way did you pee in them!”
Aiden looked around, making sure they were alone, then he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his damp y-fronts, holding them open for her to look at.
“I did. See? I got excited when dad said we were staying with you, then he kinda tickled me. A bit came out, but not enough to get my shorts wet. Dad didn’t even know!”
Maria squealed with glee, her attention completely focused on Aidens wet briefs, the sight of which had her wriggling uncomfortably in her seat, a stark reminder of just how badly she needed to go.
“Wow! You really weren’t kidding yesterday, were ya? You really do pee your pants sometimes, just like me!”
For some reason that he didn’t understand, the question she asked, which should’ve made him feel incredibly embarrassed, actually didn’t, it made him feel kind of closer to her instead, which was nice.
“Told you,” he said, his voice almost bordering on pride. “Like I said, I don’t like fully wet myself, but sometimes, a little bit comes out.”
“You’re gonna fully wet yourself today,” she assured him. “We both are. I needa go so bad, I don’t even know if I’m gonna make it to the beach! We’ve gotta go put our swimsuits on soon, or it’ll be too late.”
Aiden looked a bit embarrassed. “Um, I’m not going to wear a swimsuit, I’ll stick to my shorts.”
Maria, who had put a hand in her lap, applying pressure, looked at him quizzically. “Suit yourself, but why? I usually always put my bathers on ‘stead of shorts. It’s a lot easier to get dry, and much more comfortable. At least I think it is.”
Aiden blushed, and stuffed his damp undies back into his pocket, giving him a necessary distraction from looking at her as he made a small confession. “Boys bathers are kinda, I dunno, really revealing, Maria. I feel real ‘barrased wearing them. I prolly haven’t, you know, like grown up enough to wear them. They make me look even more like a little kid than I already do.”
She gave him a friendly, but knowing smile, looking directly at him with her usual forthright stare.
“Like your cute pull ups?” She giggled, laughing as his blush deepened. “Come on. I’m only teasing you. Aiden.”
He returned the smile, and nodded shyly in reply.
She was silent for a moment, then lowered her voice when she spoke again.
“Is it because you haven’t started puberty yet? Is that the reason you feel bad?”
Aiden didn’t think it would have been possible to blush any deeper, but he managed it, issuing a deep sigh as he nodded again. Maria reached over, and patted him softly on the knee.
“I guess I kinda get it. Aiden. But you’re prolly worrying ‘bout it too much. It only happened for me not long ago. It’s not a big deal.”
“Maria, you’re like a whole year younger than me, remember? I’m a teenager. It should’ve started by now.”
“Pfft,” Maria huffed. “Don’t be stupid. I’m sure even the boys schools have the same sort of sex-ed stuff that the girls do! You know some people just take longer, that’s all.”
Aiden appreciated the support, but it wasn’t much of a boost for his fragile ego. “I know that. But I’m in my second year of high school! You’re still in junior school. Believe me, no matter what the teachers say, by Grade 8, it’s a lot more noticeable! I’m shorter, and you know, probably, um, ‘smaller,’ like down there, than almost every kid in school, even the Grade 7’s.”
Maria looked at him kindly. “I might only be a ‘friggin twelvie,’ but I do get it. Aiden. With us girls, it’s our boobs. If you start getting ‘em in Grade 4, it’s kinda embarrassing, but if you haven’t started getting ‘em by Grade 6, it’s even worse! Believe me, everybody notices! And you can’t really hide it. At least you don’t haveta take your pants off! Girls boobs are obvious all the time, ‘specially if they don’t have any. At least mine are starting to grow. I’m pretty much the same as most of the other girls, although there are some that are a lot bigger than me, of course.”
“I don’t know if it’s really the same thing,” Aiden countered. “Boys have things like hairy legs and stuff. That’s pretty obvious if you wear shorts!”
Maria snorted. “Now you’re really overthinking it! Look at your friends! None of them look really hairy. I mean Scott and Matt have shorts on, and their legs aren’t hairy! I mean they’re all bigger than you, but so what? I’m short too, it doesn’t bother me! Look at those girls with them. The nice blonde one looks really grown up, but the bitchy one isn’t any different from me, ‘cept taller. That don’t mean anything. I could easily kick her ass if I had to, and she’s older than I am.”
Their in depth conversation about the ins and outs of boys and girls development was suddenly interrupted by a yell.
“MARIA! You come a here, right now missy!” Rose was standing at the foot of the porch at The Lodge, beckoning to her daughter.
Maria sighed dramatically. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back. Aiden.” She jumped lithely off the swing, and ran towards her mother, while Aiden cast an appreciative eye over the way her body moved when she ran.
This was the best conversation that he’d ever had with another kid about the pitfalls of growing up, and he wished that it didn’t have to end. Maria might not agree with everything he said, but at least she was listening to him, and she seemed to at least understand what he was trying to say. He’d really wanted to talk to another kid about stuff like this for a long time, but when you’re the smallest one in your peer group, it just makes it impossible.
He watched us she came to a stop in front of her mama, and although he couldn’t hear their conversation, it looked like Rose was a bit upset with her daughter. He really hoped that she wasn’t going to get into any trouble.
As he watched, Rose was gesticulating at her daughter, pointing towards the house, and shaking what appeared to be a milk shake container at her. Maria didn’t seem at all upset though, and she just shrugged and smiled. Rose gave the girl a gentle shove towards the steps, and much to Aidens surprise, she reached under Maria’s dress, and patted her on the bottom! He heard Maria squeal, and she jumped up the steps, and hurried inside, as her mother shook her head and walked towards the toilet block, depositing the drink container into a bin that she passed on the way.
Less than two minutes passed, and Maria was leaping off the steps, and running back towards the playground, where she stood in front of him, shifting uncomfortably.
“What was that all about?” Aiden asked. “Did you get into trouble?”
“Nah, not reallllly,” she grinned. “Mama was a bit mad that I left my rubbish in her car, and I didn’t go to the toilet when we got back, like she asked me too. Did you see her? She even checked my pants! She thought I’d wet myself! I guess cause I was complaining about needing a wee on the drive back.”
Aiden coughed, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Uh, are you wet?”
“Nope. Not yet. That’s why mama didn’t get too mad. She made me go to the toilet though.” She grinned at him. “But I didn’t! I just went inside and waited for her to leave. But I really do need to go though. I’m really busting.”
She crossed her ankles as she admitted this, and pushed a hand into her lap, bending forward.
“So why not just go?” Aiden asked. “You can still pee your pants at the beach. You look uncomfortable.”
Maria giggled. “It’s fun holding on. I like to see how long I can hold it for. But I can’t hold it much longer. Aiden. I think we should go put our swimsuits on.”
He shook his head. “Uh-uh. I’ll pee my shorts with you, but I’m not putting my Speedos on. No way.”
Maria shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said. “Ugh. I gotta sit down.”
She sat on the other swing again, and put her right hand under her dress to hold herself.
“How long have you been doing this holding on thing for?” Aiden asked curiously.
She gave him a funny look. “Since this morning, when I wet my pull up, remember? What’s that, about five hours?”
Aiden laughed. “No dummy! Not today. I meant like how long have you been doing it for? When did you start?”
Maria giggled, and pushed her panties more firmly against her pee hole.
“Dunno really. I guess I’ve always done it at home a bit, but only when I’m wearing a pull up, so it didn’t matter if I wet a little bit. Especially playing video games! I hate pausing it if I don’t have to.”
Aiden nodded quickly. That was a pet hate of his as well, although he’d never once considered wearing diapers while gaming!
“I’d never hold on at school of course,” Maria continued. “No way would I risk having an accident there. Not really at home either, unless I’ve got my swimsuit on, or like I just said, my night nappy.”
Aiden was blown away by just how relaxed she was about discussing her pull ups. He hated even referring to them by their correct name, and he couldn’t ever imagine actually telling anyone that he wore a night nappy! But it really didn’t bother Maria at all.
“I guess when we started coming up here, after papa bought the place, I probably started doing it then. There was only the three of us up here, and without a tv, I spend nearly all day outside. If I’m exploring in the park, I’m not gonna come allllll the way back up to the house just to pee, so mama said to go in the bushes. But you seen what happens if I don’t wipe, I get a bit wet. Anyway, I had a coupla accidents, real ones, trying to hold on, or even accidentally getting my pants wet if I went into the bushes, and mama don’t seem to care much. After all, I’m just wearing grubby old clothes and playing by myself, usually. Believe me, I get like really super dirty sometimes, so I have a bath or a shower every night, or I go for a swim anyway.
Don’t get the wrong idea. Mama doesn’t actually like give me permission to pee my pants, but she doesn’t care too much, at least up here.”
Aiden was curious. “What about your dad? What’s he say?”
“Papa is kinda old fashioned. He doesn’t get involved in stuff like that. He’s seen me in wet pants before, but it’s like it’s mamas job to tell me off or help me get changed. He just ignores it.”
“Wow,” Aiden remarked, shaking his head. “That’s crazy. But you still haven’t told me about why you hold on, like right now? I mean if you can pee your pants, or pee outside without getting inta trouble, why not just do that? Why hold on and make yourself all uncomfortable?”
Maria contemplated this, but only briefly. She had already had this mental discussion with herself before, and knew the answer.
“I dunno if you’ll unnerstand this, Aiden. You’ll prolly think I’m crazy. But it’s kinda like a game? I’m pretty competitive. When there’s other kids around, I like beating them at stuff, like climbing trees, racing our bikes or whatever. But up here, I’m playing by myself all day, plus I’m outside. So it’s kinda like a competition with myself, I guess, just to see how long I can hold on for. Because it don’t matter too much if I get a bit wet, it’s like a fun game to play. Plus, it feels really good!”
“What’re you mean, ‘really good’?” He asked.
“Good good. Like in a coupla ways. It makes me feel kinda, I dunno? Tingly? Like a bit scared and excited? You know that feeling you get when you’re ‘bout to wet yourself, and you know you can’t stop it?”
Aiden blushed. It was a feeling that he’d had more often than what he cared to admit.
“Yeah. But that’s horrible! Why would ya wanna do that?”
Maria shifted on the swing, crossing one leg over the other, and hunching forward. Aiden could see she was starting to sweat a little bit.
“It’s only horrible if there’s others around, Aiden. Like no one wants to get embarrassed, I know. But if there’s nobody else to see you, and it doesn’t matter, it’s not horrible, it’s exciting! Come on, haven’t you ever deliberately held on before? Like put it off for way too long? You must have!”
“I guess, but not like on purpose, to wet myself,” he said. “I mean I’ve had accidents before, because I haven’t gone to the toilet when I shoulda, but I’ve always felt real bad about it afterwards. Embarrassed and stuff.”
“That’s the point!” Maria exclaimed loudly. “If you take the embarrassment part away, it’s fun! Like a challenge, with no, what’s the word? Conquences?”
“Consequences,” Aiden corrected her. “I guess. Maybe....”
Maria jumped up, suddenly excited by a brainwave.
“You know what? I gotta great idea! You and me, were gonna have a holding contest! One day, maybe tomorrow, we’ll have a wee in the morning, then drink heaps and heaps, and we won’t go to the toilet again, and then we’ll.....”
Her excited chatter suddenly stopped, and she hissed in a sharp breath, and looked down, pulling her dress up a bit.
Aiden followed her gaze, and saw a solid torrent of water pouring out from underneath her dress, and big streams of liquid cascading down her legs and over her feet, turning the sand in between them a dark yellow colour.
“Oops,” she said. “I just hadda accident.” |
Chapter 17
Thursday.
Let’s go to the beach!
Dan dropped the wet towel on the floor, and collapsed in a panting heap beside his girlfriend. Neither of them spoke at first, until she turned to face him, kissing him deeply on the mouth.
“I love you, Catholic Boy,”
“Not as much as I love you,” he replied, looking at her breasts, and wondering what would happen if he was to start kissing them.
The thought was short lived. She slapped him gently on the thigh.
“Come on Danny. We better get moving. Nikki will be back any minute.”
He sighed, but did as she said. Amy was right, and it wouldn’t do to be caught like this. While a lot of teenagers would be bragging to their friends about what they got up to, these two didn’t feel it necessary. Unbeknownst to Amy, Dan had admitted a few things to his friends when they were drinking, and he was still kicking himself for doing so. He knew that if it ever came up in conversation, Amy would be pissed. Really pissed. At the same time, Amy hoped Dan didn’t find out that she’d shared a few intimate details with Nikki....
“Is anyone out there?” Amy enquired, as her boyfriend looked out the window.
“Nah. Not really. Scotty and Nik are still talking in that gazebo thing, all the oldies are busy. Can’t see Matty anywhere.”
“I’m going to get dressed,” Amy declared. “Wanna check the beach out?”
“Sure,” Dan agreed. “So long as the olds don’t put us to work.”
“I don’t think that’ll happen today,” she said. “They already said it wouldn’t start till tomorrow. Personally, I don’t think they want us hanging around, getting in the way. You know how grownups are.”
Dan chuckled. “Suits me. I don’t particularly wanna start work today anyway. I want to look around a bit. Want to have a swim?”
“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed. “But, um, it kind of makes it a bit difficult for me though. Like what to wear?”
“Why not a swimsuit?” Dan replied dryly, with a touch of sarcasm.
“Dork!” A pillow was launched at his head, barely missing him. “You know what I mean! Protection? I can’t just wear a nappy to the beach!”
Dan was trying not to laugh at his own joke, but he knew she could get sensitive about things like this, especially after their trip to the beach, when her pull ups had been stolen, resulting in an awkward bus ride home.
“Put your bathers on, then your dress. I don’t think you’ll need a diaper. You just peed before we, um, you know, then again as you, ah, you know, ....” He coughed a bit, feeling awkward. “If you want, put a pull up on over your swimsuit. Take a bag. You can slip it off once we’re there?”
She shook her head. “Nah. I don’t think I could do that. Not in front of everyone, even if they DO know I’m wearing one. You’re right. I probably don’t need one. I’ll go without. It’s only a short walk, and I’ll pee in the water as soon as we get there. That way I’ll already be wet if I do have an accident.”
“Good idea,” Dan agreed. “I’ll be doing the same, remember? I can’t wear a nappy and get changed either. Hey! Speaking of which, can I take mine off in here, it’s a bit, um, yucky now. I don’t wanna get changed in front the guys.”
Amy stood up, completely at ease with being naked in front of Dan. Only a short time ago, she was extremely self conscious about her looks, now, she felt so comfortable around him, that it sometimes scared her.
“Ames? That thing we just did. I didn’t mean to put my fingers there. I’m sorry. I mean I know you liked it, but still...”
At that moment, she felt her heart could burst with love. He really was so sweet! So many guys would’ve taken advantage of her, but here he was, apologising! God. She really loved him!
“Danny. Catholic Boy. You NEVER have to apologise for doing things that I ask you to do.”
He blushed a bit. “So.....you liked it?”
Her voice was low and husky, her gaze, direct. “Fuuuuuuck yeahhh”
He shivered. They were definitely going to have to have another talk about boundaries, he thought, but not now.
“Danny? Get undressed. It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked. I thought you wanted to take your diaper off?”
He looked out the window again, then quickly kicked his shoes off, then dragged his sweatpants down, stepping out of them, before ripping his pull up off, looking at her expectantly.
She smiled at the sight of him, now naked, apart from socks and a t-shirt, and saw that although he’d cum twice in the last twenty minutes, it looked like his boyhood was already starting to stir again.
“Down boy,” she said with a laugh, throwing the wet wipes at him. “Here. Clean yourself up. Then put our rubbish in a bag please.”
Feeling slightly disappointed, (but also a bit relieved) he did as he was told, throwing both diapers, and what seemed like a thousand wipes into a garbage bag, while they both got dressed again.
Amy dug out her black bikini, and slipped on a very short yellow sundress, and was tying her hair back when there was a loud BANG, followed by a cry of “Jesus!” From the door. She opened it, seeing a very flustered looking Nikki standing there, looking shocked, and rubbing her nose.
“Whadda fuck Ames? Why’d you lock the door? I just bumped straight into it! I thought it was open, and.....OHHHHH!”
This was uttered, when Dans head suddenly appeared over her friends shoulders, blushing slightly.
“I uh, I’ll, um, go get changed,” he muttered, stepping past them, and scurrying along towards his own van, the sound of the girls laughter ringing in his ears. He saw Scott angling towards the van as well, coming from the Camp Kitchen. They looked at each other, blushed, grinned, then started giggling themselves, as they entered their own “man-cave.”
Nikki grinned at Amy.
“You sly dog! That’s why the door was locked! What did you two get up to?”
“Nothing Nik,” her best friend replied with a grin. “At least, not much. Nothing I’m telling you about, anyway.”
“Bitch,” Nikki replied without anger, following Amy inside, and immediately looking around for any incriminating evidence, but not finding any.
“Hey! Guess what? Guess what I just did?”
Amy shrugged. “Dunno. Tell me...”
Nikki lifted her dress up, showing Amy her bright orange and green “Thursday” panties, complete with a very wet crotch.
“I wet my pants. In front of Scott! And let him touch them!”
Both girls squealed.
“Oh bullshit Nik! Did you? Did he? What happened?”
Nikki was dancing on the spot. “Oh shit. Don’t get me worked up Ames! I only leaked a bit, but I really need to go badly.”
“I don’t think the toilets are here yet Nik. I can give you a dipe if you want?”
Nikki grinned. “Nah. My knickers are wet already. I’m going to go pee outside on the grass behind the van. Come with me?”
Amy followed her outside, and around the back of the annexe, where they couldn’t be seen from the boys van. “So? What happened?”
Nikki lowered her voice, “IFINALLYHADTHATTALKWITHSCOTT,” she whispered, running her words together, forcing Amy to ask her to repeat herself.
“I. Finally. Had. That. Talk. With. Scott.” Nikki repeated, slowly. “I told him I wet the bed sometimes, and he admitted it as well! We even talked about pull ups!”
“So, you wet yourself on purpose then? To get it started?” Amy asked.
“Nuh-Uh! That was an accident. He startled me. You know what he said?”
Amy smiled. “That he loves you?”
Nikki’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”
“Jesus Nik. It’s so obvious! Everyone knows.”
As they talked, Nikki raised her dress up high, fully exposing her underpants, then started to squat down.
“Arr, Nik? Aren’t you gonna take those off first?”
Nikki gave her an evil grin. “What for? They’re already wet.”
With that, a sudden strong stream erupted from Nikki’s panties, splitting in two, as one sprayed out from underneath her bottom, and the other shot straight down between her spread feet.
“Ahhhhhh,” she sighed, as she completely soaked her underpants.
Amy grinned, and shook her head. This was just “So Nikki.”
“So you’re going to wear wet pants all day?” Amy asked.
“Sorta kinda,” came the reply. “Scotty and I are going to the beach. So I’ll wear these under my shorts. Do you guys wanna come too?”
Amy lifted her dress up, revealing her bikini. “Already one step in front of you,” she replied. “Danny’s gone to get changed.”
“Hey, you’re not wearing a diaper,” Nikki pointed out. “Double, no, TRIPLE dare ya to wet your bikini a bit before we go!”
Amy wiggled a bit. “I’ve already peed twice in like half an hour Nik. That’s why I had to take my nappy off. Dunno if I can. I’ll try,”
Amy held her dress up like her friend had, and pushed. To her surprise, she actually had a bit left to give. The crotch of her black bikini panties suddenly grew warm and heavy, and a trickle of warmth ran down both legs.
The girls looked at each other, and giggled.
“I think I need a towel,” Nikki admitted, rubbing her wet thighs together.
Amy smiled. “Funnily enough, I happen to have one inside already that’s a bit wet,” Amy said, and both giggling girls headed back inside their van, leaving a trail of little drips behind them. |
Chapter 18
Thursday
Housework
The boys were laughing together because they both felt self conscious. Dan had had a bit of special “alone time” with Amy, and had almost been caught by Nikki, while Scott had just “gone further” than he ever had before, and for some bizarre reason, they both felt like everyone must know, and it was kind of funny. They were pushing each other and giggling madly as they entered the man-cave.
Matt looked up from his reclined position on his bed, which was now fully made, and put his phone down.
“Oh. You guys are back, eh?”
Scott was on an emotional high, and didn’t pick up on his friends tone of voice.
“Maaaaatttttyyyy! Whatcha doing mate? Just taking it easy?”
Matt shrugged. “That’s right buddy. Not much else to do, especially since you guys disappeared.”
Dan was the first to notice that Matt seemed a bit put out.
“What’s up big fella? You okay?”
He shrugged again. “Yeah. I guess so. I just wasn’t expecting you guys to run off on me like that, that’s all.”
“We didn’t ‘run off’ mate,” explained Scott. “We just had to make peace with the girls, that’s all.”
Matt sighed. “Yeah. I know. You’re right mate, you did. They were pretty mad with youse. Just woulda been nice for you guys to say something, not just disappear like that.....”
“You were mucking about with your phone,” Dan protested. “It looked important. You just like stopped walking?”
“Been chatting to Ali, he messaged all of us. Trying to get a group chat going, you know, because we’re all mates and stuff? But you guys had better things to do I guess. It’s ok. I FaceTimed him. We had a good old chat. He’s fine by the way, in case you guys care?”
“My phones here,” Dan explained, picking it up from the bench, and noticing the missed calls. “I left it here while I went to help Ames.”
“Mines flat,” Scott said, pulling it out of his pocket. “I’m waiting for the power to come on so I can charge it. What’s up man? Are you pissed at us for going with the girls?”
Matt sighed, and sat his big frame up, placing his feet on the floor.
“Nah. Not really, I guess. You guys DID need to talk to your girls. You pissed them off a lot earlier on when you ignored them. But still, I kinda get why. You guys just totally disappeared on me. Wouldn’t have hurt youse to let me know what was going on.”
He looked at both of them. “Is this what it’s gonna be like all week? Am I going to be the extra wheel all week, like in the way or something?”
Dan sat beside the larger boy, and put an arm around his shoulder. A few weeks ago, himself and Matt weren’t exactly the best of friends, but since camp, they had grown a lot closer.
“What do ya mean, Matty? Why would you even think that?”
“Argh. Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. It’s just....”
“Go on,” Scott encouraged.
He sighed again. “Fuck. It’s just like I’m suddenly the odd one out, I guess. You guys have your girls here, and they’re great girls, both of ‘em. Even Shrimp has got himself a girl. I guess I’m kinda feeling a bit left out. It was really cool talking with Ali, and it made me wish he was here to. That way, at least I’d have someone to hang around with.”
Dan suddenly felt bad for his friend, and he was trying to think of something nice to say, when Scott suddenly launched himself on top of Matthew, and began poking him mercilessly in the ribs. “Bitch Attack!” He screamed
Poke. “Stop.” Poke. “Being.” Poke. “A.” Poke. “Whiny.” Poke. “BITCH.” Poke.
Matt squealed, and it was a lot higher in pitch than his usual voice sounded, as he twisted and turned, trying to get out from under Scott. He was bigger and heavier, but Scott was wiry and lithe, and not weak by any means. The boys rolled around on the bed, wrestling and laughing, until Matt finally managed to push him off, onto the floor, then he lay back, still laughing, while Scott lay chuckling on the floor. Once it appeared that the fight was over, Dan pulled Scott to his feet, then Scott helped Matt up.
“Sorry big guy,” he said with a grin, and they bumped fists. “Honestly, we didn’t mean to abandon you. But I really did need to talk to Nik.”
“Meh. It’s all good bro. I guess talking to Ali just made me feel a bit lonely I guess. I’m just being stupid.”
Dan offered his fist, and got a bump. “Me too man. I guess I got caught up with Ames. Shouldn’t of just walked off like that.”
“It’s all good guys,” Matt said. “How did youse go? Are they mad with you?”
Scott and Dan looked at each other, and grinned. “Um, I’m pretty sure Ames is fine,” Dan said, blushing deeply.
“Nik too,” mumbled Scott, looking away. “I, uh, told Nik I loved her....”
There was a shocked silence, then Dan and Matt let out an encouraging “Whooooping noise,” and playfully started punching Scott’s arms. Hard. This developed into a three way wrestling match, which totally destroyed Matt’s neatly made bed, and left the three boys eventually gasping for air, and with more than a few bruises each.
It was so cool having your own place to muck around in, without any adults telling you to sit down and shut up!
Once they got their breath back, Danny spoke up. “Me and Ames are going to the beach. You guys wanna tag along?”
“Nikki and I were thinking the same,” Scott replied. “What about you, big guy? You wanna come to the beach? Even if the girls tag along?”
Matt grinned. “Shit yeah. Don’t get me wrong guys. Your girls are great! I love ‘em. I don’t want ya to think it’s anything like I don’t wanna hang around them or nothing. I guess I just suddenly felt a bit lost, that’s all.”
This was a rather big speech by Matts standard, and his friends took it in solemnly.
“I’ll help ya make the bed again while Danny gets changed,” Scott suggested. He and Matt already had shorts on, so they were virtually ready to go.
While they remade the bed, Dan got undressed, and was thankful that he’d already taken his diaper off. Although his friends knew he usually wore one, it was an uncomfortable thing to have on display. He’d already planned on usually getting changed while laying on his bed, and pulling the curtain closed for privacy, but this time he didn’t have to. Of course he had the usual adolescent issues with getting undressed in front of others, (except Amy of course) but by now, the three of them had all gotten changed, or been naked around each other on many occasions, either at sleepovers, or in the shower room at camp. Dan knew that after a slightly delayed start to puberty, he’d quickly caught up with his peers, and although he was still a bit uncomfortable with his friends seeing him naked, he knew that he really didn’t have anything to be ashamed about. He was definitely on par with Scott, maybe a touch behind Matthew and Ali, but well ahead of Aiden.
Ahh. The joys of male adolescence.
Of course, he wasn’t wearing any underpants right now, as he’d just taken his nappy off, but if the other boys noticed, they didn’t say anything about it, or his lack of a diaper. They were good friends. He decided against underpants, opting for just his blue football shorts instead, although he was beginning to think of them as jinxed. It seemed like every time he wore them, he suffered an embarrassing accident. But, they were the best thing for swimming, as they dried out quickly. He found them in his bag, and as quickly as possible, removed his sweats and socks, and went commando in his shorts. He’d no sooner finished, when there was a knock at the door.
Matt opened it, after making sure Danny was safely dressed, and the girls were standing there, looking stunning. Amy had on a very short, bright yellow dress, that was almost see-through, faintly showing her black bikini beneath, while Nikki was wearing a sleeveless crop top, showing her flat belly, (and it even accentuated her small breasts) and a very short pair of towelling shorts, navy blue with white stripes on the sides and hems. Although she was a skinny girl by nature, her simple outfit made her legs look longer, and gave her curves.
Amy looked around the van, and shook her head.
“What are you and Scott up to? How come Matt’s the only one with his bed made? You know the olds will be around soon, and they’re gonna be cranky, ‘specially after the big drive, then working! Do you guys want a hand? Better if we get it done before we piss off to the beach. I just wanna stay under their radar as much as possible.”
Dan and Scott exchanged a guilty look. She was right, and they knew it. Both of them had delayed making their beds, simply because of fitting the waterproof mattress covers.
“Sheesh. Boys,” Nikki muttered. “Look. The three of you wait outside. Me and Amy have got this. It’ll take five minutes. Where’s the sheets?”
Both boys looked embarrassed, but pointed to their bags containing their special necessities. Before they got unpacked, they grabbed Matt, and his football, and disappeared, not wanting to be around.
“Boys,” Nikki muttered again. “They’re bloody hopeless,”
The girls got busy fitting the special sheets to their boyfriends beds. |
Chapter 19
Thursday
Wet Underpants On The Beach.
It was awkward fitting the sheets to the boys beds. While Matt’s was in the middle of the van and easily accessible, Scott’s and Dans were each on a raised plinth at either end, with walls on three sides. It was difficult for the girls to fit the bedding without actually crawling across the top, but by working together, they were able to do it, first fitting a waterproof mattress cover, then the bottom sheets. Everyone had quilts or sleeping bags to use, so no top sheets were necessary. The girls knew full well that their boyfriends wouldn’t dare actually sleep inside the bags, so they unzipped them to use as doonas. As they worked, the three boys kicked the football around outside.
“How the hell can they do that with bare feet?” Nikki asked, looking out the window. “It’s gotta hurt?”
Amy laughed. “It’s a boy thing I think. They’re too stupid to put shoes on or feel pain!”
“Amy, does my bum look wet?” Nikki whispered, bending over. “It FEELS wet.....”
Amy looked. Nikki’s shorts were navy blue, and thick towelling, a bit like training pants, and although they were fairly tight, the wetness of her panties didn’t show through, at least not yet, even with her hands pressed against her butt.
“Nah. They’re fine Nik. It feels kind of weird wearing wet underpants around people, doesn’t it? At least for me. It doesn’t feel as safe as a wet dipe.” She giggled, putting her hand under her dress to tug at her wet bikini. “I must be crazy. Most people would be more concerned with wearing a wet diaper in public, but for me it’s wet underpants. I guess I’m so used to being diapered 24/7 that it just feels normal these days.”
As they left the van, approaching the three sweaty looking boys, their parents were coming from the other direction, all carrying various buckets, tools, coolers or miscellaneous equipment. The five kids grouped together, awaiting instructions.
“How are you guys going?” Sue asked, and they all hastily assured the adults that everything was fine.
“Have you lot cleaned your vans and made your beds?” Sonia asked, eyes narrowing as she looked suspiciously at her daughter.
“I think we’ve done pretty well,” Amy replied chirpily. “Check it out mum. See what you think.”
Sue, Sonia, and Paula, all entered the two vans, examining them with a suspicious eye, clearly not expecting to find the vans in a habitable condition, but they were pleasantly surprised. The kids had actually done a pretty fair job. The floors were swept, benches wiped, and beds made. The women would only have to tidy up the bits the kids had missed, and clean the windows. It was a pleasant surprise!
Sonia did notice something though. “Amy, take this plastic bag, and throw it in the rubbish skip please. Don’t leave stuff like that laying around. It’ll make the van smell, especially in the heat.”
Amy cringed. She’d left the bag with the used diapers and wipes on the floor. She hoped her mother hadn’t noticed there were two diapers in it! It wouldn’t do for her to suspect that Danny had gotten changed in her van! She hurriedly took the bag, hoping her mother didn’t comment on how heavy it was. At home, when she changed, she only put one nappy at a time into individually tied bags. Having two in there might look suspicious, but Sonia didn’t comment.
“We’ve got some cool drinks for you kids,” Paula said. “Don’t forget to stay hydrated, it’s pretty hot up here. Too hot to be running around kicking a bloody football,” she said, shaking her head at the boys, but giving them a smile to show she was only teasing.
The boys were the first to gather round, as they WERE thirsty, and everyone was presented with a large bottle of cold iced tea. Paula explained that she’d taken the short drive to the local supermarket for supplies.
Dans father Peter looked a bit drained, but more relaxed now than he had done previously. When Dan asked, he explained that although the porta-loos would be here shortly, they adults had managed to get two toilets in each block cleaned and working, as well as the urinal in the men’s room.
Nikki grinned. “Awesome! I hate using porta-loos! It’s been freaking me out!”
“You might have to tomorrow Nik,” Peter explained ruefully. “We still have to paint them inside and out, and get the others working, but for tonight at least you’ll be fine.”
Paula grinned as her daughter’s face fell. “Don’t stress Nik. After tomorrow everything will be fine.”
Peter clapped his hands. “Alright you lot! I want you gone! Get whatever you need from inside, then bugger off for a while. I need to hook the power up, and test all the outlets and lights.”
Amy, holding the diaper bag out of sight behind her back, broached the subject of the beach.
“We wanted to go to the beach, mummy. Is that ok? We’ve even gotten changed already. We were just about to come ask you?”
The mothers shared a glance, and mutually agreed, and Sonia acted as spokesperson for the group.
“That’s fine guys, but here’s the rules. Rose has assured us that this beach is safe, at least as safe as a beach can be, so we don’t mind you kids going. BUT, you’re not to ever go swimming there alone, ok? If you guys want to swim, you MUST come and tell us first, and always go with at least one other person, get it? We don’t want to be sending out a search party because we can’t find you, alright?”
The five kids nodded gravely. They were at that awkward age where they were certainly old enough to go to the beach without supervision, but also young enough that their folks would constantly stress the entire time they were there.
Now dismissed, they thanked their parents, and started to scurry away, angling towards the skip bin near the toilet blocks, so Amy could dispose of her “rubbish,” which although everyone knew what it was, nobody would comment on.
They didn’t get far, before Sonia called Amy back for a private chat. Amy feared that a question was coming about the heavy diaper bag, so she shoved it into Danny’s hands, before going back to see what her mother wanted.
“Ames, you’re not wearing a diaper, I can tell. Is that a good idea?”
Amy was relieved. Obviously the heavy bag wasn’t as suspicious as she thought.
“Aw come on mum,” she whispered. “I can’t wear one to the beach, can I? You know that.”
“I know princess. Just be careful. Go for a swim and a wee as soon as you get there. I know Danny understands about your condition, but I’d hate for you to have a big accident in front of the others. Hey! Don’t roll your eyes at me missy! I’m only trying to save you some embarrassment, ok?”
Amy was contrite. “Yes mum. Sorry. I’ll be careful. I made sure I peed twice already before getting changed, so I’ll be good for awhile. At least until I drink this iced tea,” she said with a grin, shaking the bottle at her mother. If only mum knew that my bikini was already wet, she thought.....
After getting yet another warning, this time about not littering with their drink bottles, she was free to rejoin her friends, and Danny threw the bag away.
“Wait here a second guys. I need to check something,” Nikki said, running towards the car that they’d driven up in.
The other kids watched, as Nik opened the back door, then knelt down, and started hunting under the front seat. She appeared to find what she was looking for, then looked around, before standing up and wrapping something in the towel she was carrying, before shutting the door, and hurrying back to her friends.
“What was that about?” Scott asked.
Nikki grinned. “Mum lost something on the way up here,” she replied. “She was complaining about it after we stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. I decided to have a look myself, and I found it....”
“What is it Nik? Watcha find?” Dan asked.
Nikki looked around, making sure they were alone, then she carefully unfolded her towel, showing them the treasure hidden inside.
“An almost full packet of smokes, AND a lighter!” Her glee was obvious. “Mum was furious! She was sure she’d left them at the gas station where we met this morning, but I was sure she put them on the console of the car. I was right! They musta fallen down beside the seat! We’ve got smokes guys!”
Amy, Dan, and Matthew were all thrilled, Scott not so much. Although he had enjoyed an occasional cigarette in the past, it wasn’t something that he liked as much as what his friends did. But, if Nikki wanted to smoke, he’d no doubt join in as well.
“Great,” he muttered. “But let’s not get caught, eh? Especially you two,” he warned, pointing at Dan and Amy, who were already on their last warning with cigarettes.
“Hey guys! What’s up?”
They all suddenly jumped at the sound of another kids voice, quickly turning around, and automatically shielding Nikki from view, as she hastily wrapped her illicit find back into her towel.
The voice belonged to Aiden, who was approaching the group from the direction of The Lodge, alongside Maria. They were both barefoot, and had towels draped around their shoulders.
“Me and Maria are going for a swim. If our pairs say it’s ok,” he explained. “You guys wanna come to?”
They told him that’s what their plan was as well, and agreed to wait while he and Maria ran of to ask permission from their parents, who were still at work at the toilet block.
“Fuck,” Nikki whispered to Amy. “There goes that plan. That little kid is going to bug me all week.”
“Don’t stress Nik,” Amy whispered in reply. “Let them tag along. You never know, they could turn out to be fun. Our guys like Aiden, and it IS Maria’s folks that own this place. We can’t very well tell her where she can’t go.”
Nikki agreed, although still unhappy about it, and soon the other two returned, smiling broadly.
“We can go!” Maria beamed, and they all started walking towards the track.
Out of the seven kids, four of them were wearing wet underpants, but of course they didn’t know that. For those four in particular, plus Danny, they just wanted to get into the water as soon as possible, so they could safely wet themselves without the others knowing. |
Chapter 20
Thursday
Who Has A Birthday?
As they all approached the path to the beach, Maria grabbed Aiden by the hand, and dragged him to the front of the group, where she could guide her friends safely, and give a running commentary about what they could expect to see. The fact that there was only one path, and not a lot to see, didn’t appear to dampen her enthusiasm at all.
Next in line came Nikki and Scott, her on the left, and holding his hand, while Matt walked beside Scott on the right. The boys chatted amiably with each other, while Nikki was simply content to walk beside her boyfriend, holding his hand. After all, he did love her apparently.
Dan and Amy were the last pair, holding hands just like their friends were. The sun was warm on their faces, as was the ground beneath their feet, with a gentle breeze coming off the ocean, and the sound of seagulls, and small waves rolling in. Amy gradually slowed their pace, until they were finally hidden from view by a bend in the path, and she dragged on his hand, silently indicating for him to stop.
“What’s up, babe?” It was asked softly, so as not to draw the attention of the others.
Without saying a word, Amy took his hand, lifted her dress up with her other one, and guided him onto the V-shaped triangle of her black lycra bikini bottoms. He grinned at her, moving his hand slightly to cup her private area with it, and leaned in to kiss her, when he suddenly realised that his hand was touching wet cloth.
“Ames,” he hissed. “Are you already wet?”
She opened her legs a bit, allowing him further access, then clamped her thighs closed again, trapping his hand, before leaning it to return his kiss. As their lips locked together, and their tongues gently probed each others, Amy gave a gentle push, and peed on his hand as they kissed. It was only a quick squirt, and his hand prevented it from running down her legs.
“Yup,” she replied with a wink and a grin, before stepping back, and taking his now wet hand into hers again.
He was about to reply, when they heard Nikki’s voice from up ahead.
“Come on you two! Have a look at this!”
The giggling couple hurried off, catching up with their friends on top of a small rise. Laid out before them was the beach, stretching literally for miles in both directions. To their right, away from town, not a soul could be seen. To their left, towards the town, a few people could be seen in the distance, but far enough away that they may as well not have there at all.
“Oh wow,” Scott murmured. “This is radical. Why aren’t their more people here Maria?”
“It gets quite busy down there,” she explained, pointing towards the distant people. “That’s where the actual town is, ‘bout two kilometres away. Between them and us, there’s no easy access. Not without walking through the scrub, which you probably don’t wanna do cause of snakes and spiders and stuff.”
“Spiders......?” Nikki asked nervously.
“Yeah,” said Maria. “You can get big ones up here, ‘specially in the bush. Gi-normous snakes too.”
Scott felt Nikki’s grip on his hand tighten.
Maria smiled at Nikki, determined to be friendly. “Don’t worry, I’m prolly more scared of them than you are! But haven’t seen too many around the park. The snakes just don’t come out if there’s lotsa people around, and papa has had a guy in to bug spray all the vans and buildings.”
“He must’ve missed one in our van,” Nikki said with a grimace, and Maria giggled.
“Yeah. You get some. Just gotta watch out I guess.”
Aiden looked around nervously.
“Ah, Maria, if there’s like lotsa spiders here, shouldn’t we like wear shoes? We’ve been running around barefoot since I got here?”
She snorted. “Yeah. Probably. I just hate wearing shoes if I don’t haveta.”
“Me too,” said Nikki. “But, spiders...”
Maria smiled at her. It was an open, genuine smile with no malice. “Don’t sweat it Nikki. I haven’t been bitten once since we started coming here. You’ll be ok.”
She turned to address them all as a group.
“Alright guys! It’s a pretty safe beach. Kinda boring really. Doesn’t get any waves or rips or nothing, but that’s prolly why my olds don’t mind me coming here. There’s some really cool rock pools just up there, with little baby crabs and stuff, and seashells up that way.”
She turned to Matthew. “If your papa takes that big boat out, you guys will catch big fish! They get snapper and emperor and dhufish not to far out! There’s a deep channel you see,” and she pointed to where the water changed colour quite a bit offshore.
This bit of information was filed away in Matt’s brain now. He loved going fishing with his dad, and couldn’t wait to tell him all about this mystical channel later.
Maria continued, and the gang didn’t interrupt. She was one of those people who simply had a presence, and attracted your attention.
“One other thing guys. We really should do something special on Saturday. You lot know about the underage disco at the pub Saturday night? We really should go! You can help me celebrate!”
“What’re you celebrating?” Scott asked.
“It’s my birthday Saturday! I’m finally gonna be a teenager,” she looked at Nikki and winked. “Not a damn twelvie anymore!”
Nikki blushed, and shuffled her feet uncomfortably.
“Um. Maria. About that. Look. I’m really sorry, and...”
Maria giggled. “Don’t worry ‘bout it Nikki! I’m not. You guys just had a really huge drive. You musta like left at midnight or something. No wonder you were a bit grumpy. I’d just like us all to be friends.”
Everyone started congratulating Maria. They all knew what a big deal it was finally becoming a teenager. Most of them were now two years into it, but it was still fairly recent for Nikki, her birthday coming only six months ago. She was now feeling particularly bad about her “twelvie” comments. It’s just that the girl had appeared so short before. But now she really looked at her properly, she could see that Maria was starting to develop a figure, and in fact probably used the same bra size that she did!
Aiden was also gobsmacked. Like Nikki, his first teenage birthday had been less than a year ago, and he knew what a big deal it had been to him. Like Danny had been, Aiden was desperately waiting for puberty to strike, and that magic teen number had held so much promise. Empty though thus far, although after his special dream last night, it looked like things might finally be starting to happen.
“How come you didn’t tell me,” he asked, sounding a bit put out. “You coulda said something!”
Maria arched one of her pretty eyebrows at him, the way that only Italian women of great beauty seem able to do.
“I only met ya yesterday. Aiden. I didn’t think it was a big deal. I wasn’t expecting to have anyone to hang around with! I was kinda expecting to spend it with the olds. That’s why mama made me get a haircut today, to make me pretty for pictures to send to my nonna and gram papa.”
“It worked, although you were already pretty,” Aiden said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.
Dan and Matt immediately started making retching noises at that, and Scott wasted no time in sweeping the smaller boys feet out from underneath him, although he caught him and lowered him gently to the ground.
“Jesus Aids!”
“You’re real smooth shrimp-boy”
“Get a freaking room,”
All the girls, including Maria, burst into peals of laughter, while the boys made sure that none of that “romantic stuff” was going to come into the conversation.
Once it settled down, the kids descended onto the beach proper, while Maria explained how her family worked.
“Italian families are crazy,” she said. “They’re huge! And everything is an excuse for a party. Shit! You should see what Christmas is like! There’s like 500 cousins all running around playing. It’s pretty cool.” She looked a bit wistful at this, and grabbed Aidens hand again.
“But some birthdays are like a bigger deal than others. 13, 16, 18, 21. It’s always a big party, with lots of relatives and friends and gifts. I was a little bit sad to miss it this year, even though papa promised I could have a big party after we get home. I still thought it was gonna be kinda lonely.”
She turned to Aiden and smiled, then kissed him on the nose. “That’s why I was so glad when you arrived,” she said.
Again, the other boys made vomit noises, which made Maria laugh.
“Now you guys are all here, maybe it’ll be like having a party anyway!”
Amy had felt a tiny bit of pee escape when she laughed, warming her bikini pants yet again, but nothing ran down her legs. She didn’t even feel like she needed to go in the slightest, but decided that it might be a wise move to go in the water as soon as possible. At least her bikini didn’t show the wetness.
She was about to suggest a swim, when Nikki suddenly paused, finding a slight hollow in the bank behind them that offered some privacy. She had decided not to mention the cigarettes in front of Aiden and Maria at first, but now, she had changed her mind. Even though she still couldn’t help thinking of them as “The Little Kids,” although they were actually the same age as her, they really did seem nice. Screw it. She could only offer to include them. After all, she was fairly certain they wouldn’t tattle on on them.
“This looks like a good spot! Who wants a smoke?” |
Chapter 20
Wet Pants On The Beach
The bigger kid’s gathered excitedly around Nikki, with even Scott forgetting his previous misgivings. He wasn’t a particularly big fan of smoking, and would normally not be very interested, but, he was a big fan of hanging out with his mates and his girlfriend, and doing things with them. The fact that what they were doing was illicit, only added to the feelings of bonding and friendship.
The youngest two didn’t immediately crowd around. Maria looked excited but nervous, while Aiden looked horrified.
“Wh, what are you guys doing? You’re not gonna smoke, are you?”
“Sure are shrimp,” Matt replied. “Don’t look so stressed! You know we’ve done it before. We toldya about smoking at camp and stuff.”
“Yeah. But still. I thought you guys were done with that? You said you weren’t gonna do it anymore.”
“We said we wouldn’t BUY them anymore,” Danny chuckled. “These were kinda like a gift from God, eh Nik?”
Amy saw the look on Aidens face, and recognised that this situation had made him very uncomfortable. Having someone very uncomfortable around when you’re doing the wrong thing isn’t always the best idea. She spoke calmly and nicely to him.
“You know that there’s no pressure here guys? You don’t have to smoke at all if you don’t want to. Nobody will think any less of you if you don’t. Maybe you guys can go for a swim or something while we do it. That way you don’t have to be involved at all. You can’t get into trouble if you’re not involved in the first place.”
Before Aiden could answer, Maria boldly stepped forward. “I’ve always wanted to try it! Nikki! Could you teach me how to do it, please?”
Nikki grinned at her. Maria actually seemed like a nice person, now she’d got to know her a bit better.
“Sure Maria, but only if you’re really sure you wanna try. Like Ames said, we won’t hate on you guys at all if you decided not too. I’ve gotta admit, it’s probably not the smartest thing in the world to try.”
“No shit,” mumbled Scott, causing her to turn to him next.
“Same as you babe. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t care.”
Scott grinned. Even though he was a bit more in the ‘no-smoking’ group than what his friends were, it was still kind of exciting. After all, they were on holidays, and currently unsupervised with no grownups around. He knew that he’d bend his own rules, at least once.
They gathered around in a semicircle in the little washout in the dune. It gave them some protection from the slight breeze, and some all important privacy should a parent suddenly walk off the path on to the beach. Nikki held the pack open with a flourish, and offered it to all of them.
Dan, Amy and Matt all hurriedly took one each, Scott paused for the briefest of moments, before smiling at her and taking two, one for each of them. The pack got offered to Maria, and she gave a nervous half smile to Aiden, wordlessly asking his opinion. Aiden was absentmindedly tugging gently at the crotch of his shorts, a nervous habit that he had when he got stressed, and one his parents still had to remind him about sometimes. He kind of had to pee a bit, although he certainly wasn’t desperate, but when he got nervous, he subconsciously started to do a bit of a potty dance. He was aware that he did it sometimes, and had had to make a conscious effort to not do it if he was reading in front of the class for example, but if he became nervous when he wasn’t expecting too, his slight need to urinate could swiftly accelerate, and he’d find himself tugging at his weiner like a potty training toddler at times. It didn’t help that he was always ever so slightly nervous about getting overly excited and wetting his pants a bit in front of his friends. He still wanted to talk to Danny about that one day, but the right time hadn’t presented itself yet.
Nobody had noticed him giving a swift tug on his pants, and he quickly pulled his hand away, because Maria was looking at him expectantly.
“What?” He asked, giving a nervous shrug.
“You wanna try it?” She asked.
“If you do,” he replied meekly, mentally kicking himself for not sounding more positive one way or another.
“Maybe Aiden and I can just share one?” Maria asked tentatively, withdrawing one with a certain amount of awe when Nikki smiled her approval. She held the forbidden object with a certain amount of scared reverence, gently between two fingers.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she half whispered to nobody in particular.
Amy positioned herself at the far end of the group, with Danny on her inside, then she slipped her little sundress off, and quickly sat down, just in case anyone looked closely at her little black bikini pants. Once seated, she drew her knees up, and tugged briefly at them, feeling the dampness, before casually glancing down, instantly relieved to find that they didn’t look wet at all. She had known that they wouldn’t of course, but it still felt incredibly weird to be wearing wet briefs around anyone except Danny or Nikki. Mat sat beside Dan, then Scotty, Nikki, Maria, and Aiden on the far end. The lighter was passed to Amy, who lit up, and took a drag like a seasoned professional, before passing it to her boyfriend. After he and Matt, it passed to Scott, who lit up both his and Nikki’s cigarettes together, before he passed both the lighter and smoke to her.
“Okay,” she said, passing the lighter to Maria. “You gotta light it, and kinda suck it back a bit, but not too far or you’ll choke. Don’t inhale it at first. Just keep the smoke in your mouth without breathing back in. Trust me. You’ll be fine.”
The olive skinned girl with the jet black hair did as she was instructed, holding the smoke only in her mouth, with her cheeks a bit bloated, before blowing it out in a rush.
“Now, try taking just a tiny bit of smoke, and breathing in slowly,” Nikki instructed.
Everyone watched with baited breath as Maria did this, and she held the smoke in, before exhaling slowly.
“I did it! I actually did it,” she squealed, and her friends laughed and clapped. She passed it on to Aiden, who had started loosely tugging at his crotch again now he was seated.
He really didn’t want to do this! His parents were very anti-smoking, and had raised him the same way. Most kids get an urge to try it at least once, then some, like Scott, are more reticent, but still curious. The rest, and probably the minority are like Aiden. They have no interest in ever trying it at all. But, Maria had done it, and he was so desperate to impress her, and for her to like him as much as he was starting to like her, that he’d do anything to win her over. It didn’t help that his friends were there, probably all expecting him to ‘man-up,’ and all looking older, bigger, and more mature than him in front of his girlfr......in front of Maria, he corrected himself.
He removed his shaking hand from his weiner, now suddenly aware that he needed to pee quite badly. He’d peed behind the caravan less than three hours before, but he suddenly felt a bit desperate. Nervousness always did that to him, no doubt helped along by the huge glass of Coke that Maria had made him drink before they left The Lodge. He gingerly held the lit smoke between his fingers, before gently placing it between his lips. He prayed that he wouldn’t have a coughing fit, because he was convinced that he’d wet his pants if that happened, and everyone, including his girlfr....Maria was watching him.
Following Nikki’s instructions, he followed the same procedures as Maria had, with the same results. It went down smoothly, came out the same, and didn’t taste anywhere near as bad as what he had expected.
“I did it,” he half squealed with wonder, passing it back to Maria, then leaning over her to accept a fist bump from Scott. He secretly loved it when his new friends did stuff like that with him! It made him feel so included. A feeling he wasn’t used to having.
He sat back, feeling pleased and relieved with himself, before reaching down to softly tug at his shorts again, where he suddenly felt a slight wetness. He looked down, and between his legs was a small wet spot, less than an inch in diameter. It was tiny, but stood out boldly on his light blue shorts. He must’ve leaked just a tiny drop from the excitement, and he quickly put his legs out straight, and crossed them, to hide the inside of his legs.
That’s what happened sometimes. He’d get overly excited or scared, and a bit would come out, just like when his dad tickled him. All of a sudden, he felt like he really needed to go badly. He wouldn’t go until they finished smoking of course. That would look weird, and everyone would look at him as he got up, but he silently prayed that he could go and jump in the water sooner rather than later, before he wet himself in front of everybody.
Man! He really needed to talk to Danny about this!
Scott took his shirt off, and laid back, stretching his arm out. Nikki took the hint, and lay back into it, her head resting on his shoulder and chest. She puffed contendedly on her cigarette, thinking to herself that this was simply the most grownup that she had ever felt. To be laying back against your shirtless boyfriends chest while having a cigarette just felt so completely adult!
Amy was feeling pretty chilled as well. She didn’t think that she needed to pee, although she’d go in as soon as everyone else did, just in case. But for the moment, she was happy just sitting in silence, enjoying the sun, and her cigarette, while her boyfriend chatted amiably to Matthew.
Aiden and Maria took turns with their cigarette, and the boy had already decided that if the opportunity arose again, he’d take a full one for himself. However for now he was happy to share, meaning they would finish first and he could go in the water before anyone saw his little wet spot.
However, Matty finished first, then drained the last of his ice tea, and dropped the butt into the empty bottle.
“I’ve gotta go in,” he explained. “I’m busting for a pee. I haven’t been since we got here.”
The others laughed. It was unusual for the big, silent boy to crack jokes, especially about such a sensitive topic that affected Scott, Dan and Amy, and they cheered him as he ran into the water and dived in.
“Wanna join him?” Nikki asked Scott, who hopped up, and offered his hand to help her. He leaned in for a quick kiss, then they ran into the water holding hands.
“What about you, Catholic Boy?” Amy asked, and they did the same, laughing all the way, while Dan took the opportunity to rub his hand across Amy’s butt, checking it for fresh wetness.
Maria passed the last of the butt to Aiden, who finished it, before adding it to one of the empty bottles.
“Come on Aiden. Let’s go too!”
“Ummm. Sounds good Maria. But, um, could we maybe go down the beach a bit? Maybe you could show me those rock pools or something?”
She looked at him with her raised eyebrow. What he was beginning to think of as “The Maria Look.”
“Sure. If you wanna. But why not just go in here with your friends? They seem cool. Even Nikki seems nice.”
He opened his legs up, and said “Because....” making her look down.
The wet spot wasn’t big, but it had grown to at least two inches since he’d squeezed his legs together, forcing more wetness from his already damp underpants. It was very noticeable.
“What happened?” Maria whispered, looking around.
“I guess I got kinda excited, or maybe a little bit scared about the smoking,” he replied in a soft voice. “I didn’t even feel it come out! But now I’m busting to go. If we walk down there where they are, they’ll see it, and I’ll prolly start peeing before I get past ankle deep. Can we just go up the beach a little bit? Please?”
She grinned at him. “Course we can. It’s probably better anyway. We can totally pee our pants in front of each other there, just like our plan was!”
“Your plan,” he muttered, but was grateful to get up. He hadn’t been completely enthused about deliberately wetting himself in front of her, but now it was a much better option than accidentally wetting himself in front of everyone!
They wandered up the beach aways, automatically holding hands as soon as they got up. Their friends noticed of course, but figured the couple were just going to enjoy some alone time together, and although they were correct, it wasn’t exactly as they might’ve thought.
Once they were a hundred meters or so away, Maria stopped, squeezing the boys hand to indicate it. “How’s this? Aiden? Good enough?”
He looked back at his friends. They were all fooling around in the water, with Matt’s football being thrown back and forth, meaning no one was watching them. “It’s good,” he agreed, squeezing himself with pent up desperation again.
“You first,” Maria instructed.
Aiden was at first confused. “Me first what,” he said.
“You first to pee your pants,” she replied.
He froze. “No way! Uh-uh! I just wanna go pee in the water, thanks very much!”
“You promised,” she reminded him, giving him puppy dog eyes.
“I didn’t ‘promise,’ and that’s when we were gonna be here alone! They’re here now! What if they see us?”
Maria opened her stance, and suddenly a big, dark wet spot bloomed on her light green shorts. It spread quickly across the front, and coated her inside legs, before pee was running down bare flesh, and pouring across her bare feet for the second time that afternoon.
“See what?” Maria asked innocently, the front of her shorts now completely soaked almost to the waistline. She couldn’t have been more wet on the front if she had been a boy.
Aiden was desperate. He still needed to pee super bad, plus he was now worried his friends would see Maria’s pants. The contrast between light lime green and dark wet olive green was glaring, although she didn’t appear concerned.
He found himself giving his bladder a push, and immediately felt the exact same sensation that Maria had felt. His light blue shorts exploded with a huge, contrasting dark patch across the front, and the hot, slightly sticky wetness tickled his bare legs before coating his feet. He was watching himself wet his pants just like a toddler might do, before glancing up and seeing her staring breathlessly at him, almost in a state of wonder.
“Come on Aiden! Let’s go in before they see us,” she whispered.
The boy didn’t need to be asked twice, and they held hands as they made a giggling run into the water. |
Chapter 21
The Shower.
After their swim, they all smoked again, with Aiden and Maria each having one this time. Before they had all finished, Amy told them not to put the butts into the empty bottles.
“Just bury them deep in the sand instead,” she instructed.
Nikki looked a bit taken aback.
“That’s not very environmentally friendly,” she pointed out. “They take a long time to break down. Why not use the bottles and throw ‘em in the bin?”
Amy arched an eyebrow at her. “Think about it Nik. We’re the only ones here, and the only ones drinking iced tea. The bins are empty. If we put the butts in the bottles, and the olds come around and empty the bins, we could get sprung for sure.”
The others shuddered. It hadn’t occurred to them. Dan had told them before just how awesome Amy was at planning naughty stuff and not getting caught, and she’d just proved it. They even rinsed the ash out of the bottles, before digging a deep hole for the butts well above the high tide line. It might not be an environmentally friendly option, but it was a lot safer than getting caught by their parents. After a second swim, they decided to head back.
“I’m hungry,” Scott declared.
“You’re always hungry,” his girlfriend said playfully, swatting him on the backside, and they all laughed.
“I’m hungry too,” Dan said, and this was agreed to by Matt and Aiden.
“Boys,” Amy muttered, rolling her eyes, and the other two girls gave her a high five.
“There’s an outdoor cold water shower near the shower block,” Maria said. “But it hasn’t been working, unless your olds have fixed it today. But there’s one in the backyard of The Lodge. You guys wanna rinse off back there? We’ve got lotsa bags of potato chips too. I can rustle us up a few bags?”
This sounded like a great idea, so the gang proceeded to skirt past the playground, and into Maria’s backyard. Aiden saw the sand in the playground still had a wet spot on it, but he didn’t say anything.
“Let me go first,” Maria said. “Then I can go get changed, and get some food.”
The others agreed, and she turned the shower on. It was basically just a metal pipe about two meters tall, with a shower head on it, and one tap. It was outside, on the grass, with no walls or floor.
“C’mon Aiden! You jump in too. Then you can come and help me!”
The others gave a loud “Ooooooooh” sound at the thought of their friends showering together, and they cheered when Aiden joined her under the water. They cheered even more when she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, and was over in a matter of seconds, but the boy felt his pecker starting to stand to attention inside his clingy wet shorts, and was kind of glad that the water was a bit cold, otherwise he might’ve been pitching a tent for everyone to see. While he was usually worried about the size of his tent pole, it was starting to behave in a new and mysterious way, and he was glad to step out and start towelling himself down.
“Us next?” Scott whispered to Nikki, who smiled her agreement at him. They too shared a kiss under the water, and Nikki thought she might die and go to Heaven. This afternoon with her boyfriend just kept on delivering.
Matty went next, and was in and out quickly, before Amy and Danny jumped in. By then, Aiden and Maria were inside, and the other three were drying off in the sun. The water was cool, but Dan felt a sudden warmth on his foot. He looked down, and saw how Amy had positioned herself in front of him, and there was a stream of water pouring from her bikini pants straight onto his foot.
“Oops,” she whispered, then kissed him before he could react.
Now this wasn’t the first time that they had showered together, and in the past, their shower antics had gotten quite hot and heavy, with both of them experiencing orgasms at some point, so this probably wasn’t the same excitement rush for them as it had been for their friends. Nevertheless, Amy still reached down to briefly stroke the boy through his shorts, and giggled explosively when she felt him twitch in her hand.
“Jesus Ames,” he mumbled, with an embarrassed grin, quickly stepping back before he became too aroused. He’d already achieved the maximum arousal level twice today with her, and it felt like he was ready to go again. Amy chuckled to herself as he turned his back on everyone, trying to hide the bulge in his wet shorts. Even after they got dry, and Amy put her dress back on, and him his shirt, he kept the towel wrapped around his waist, covering his clingy wet shorts, because he couldn’t be guaranteed to not get excited when Amy played around like this.
Inside The Lodge, Maria was giving orders.
“Come on. Aiden. Hurry up and get changed! We’ll take some snacks and some Coke out.”
He went into his room, as she did to hers, and he hastily undressed himself, pulling off his shirt, and dropping his wet shorts and undies to the floor. He never faced the door, and made sure he tied the towel around his waist before he moved. There was an ever present feeling of danger that Maria would just suddenly burst into the room, catching him naked. Brrr. He shuddered.
But before he got dressed, he picked up his underpants off the floor, and examined the wet fabric, even turning towards the light at the window. He’d wet himself twice today, and was worried that his pants might be stained, and he was relieved to find that the sea water had done a superb job in rinsing any stains away. He put his wet clothes in the hamper, (which already contained his wet pants from the trip up, when he’d fallen asleep,) hung his damp towel over a wooden chair by the window to dry, and swiftly got dressed again, this time into a pair of brightly coloured board shorts, that came down to his skinny knees. They had a weird, multi-fluorescent coloured shapes on them. He didn’t bother with underpants. This was teamed with a bright orange Mambo t-shirt.
He met Maria coming out of her room at the same time, and he couldn’t believe what she was wearing. She had changed into a grey sleeveless top with a sunflower motif, and her dirty pair of pink leggings!
“Maria, you can’t wear those,” he said. “They’re dirty. They’ve got pee stains on them! Look!”
She shook her head in dismay. “Chill out Aiden. I know they’re dirty, that’s why I put ‘em on. I don’t wanna put clean stuff on till I have a proper shower tonight. That’s dumb. These are the only dirty clothes I’ve got, ‘cept for that stupid dress I wore this morning. I’m not putting that on if we’re playing outside. Mama would kill me. Besides. They just look grubby. They don’t look peed in. They’ve got marks all over ‘em.”
Aiden wasn’t convinced. He could almost see the faded half moon marks on her butt, just not clearly. Just on a certain angle perhaps, and the tiny mark on the front was obscured by dirty finger marks, so perhaps she was right. It even made sense. It was a shame all of his dirty clothes were wet.
She was in a hurry, dragging a brush through her long damp hair, instructing him to go into the large pantry, where he’d find cartons of chips. Boxes of them.
“Wow! Where did you get these?”
“They’re old stock from the shop,” she explained. “Nearly outta date, but not yet. Papa can’t sell them, so he bought them here. He hands them out to people. There’s a lot of Coke in that other fridge. Same deal, old stock. We can help ourselves!”
They raided 7 big packets of chips, and 4 big bottles of cold Coke from the fridge. One for each of the 3 “couples” to share, and one for Matt, then headed back out to their friends, who gave them a huge cheer when they saw the food and drinks coming.
After the booty had been shared, with only a little arguing over who got what flavour chips, they decided to take it back to the vans, so everyone else could get dry and changed. They formed a procession from The Lodge, with Maria and Aiden leading the way, but not holding hands in an unspoken agreement as they approached where the adults were working.
Nikki leaned over and whispered in Amy’s ear.
“Have you seen those pants that Maria’s wearing?”
Amy chuckled. “Yeah. They’re pretty manky looking aren’t they?”
“They’re more than that,” Nikki replied.
“Don’t start on her Nik. The kids got changed into old clothes. They’re probably just her play, I mean hang-around clothes. We’ve all got them. She probably didn’t want to put clean stuff on before having a decent shower.”
“I’m not having a go at her,” Nikki whispered back. “I couldn’t care less what she wore. I mean, LOOK AT THE PANTS SHES WEARING.”
Amy was confused, but she did as she was told, seeing nothing more than a grubby pair of pink leggings. At first.
“What’re you on about? What about her....ohhhh”
“You see it, dontcha Ames? That mark on her butt. I’ll bet you any money, that Maria has wet herself in those pants before!” |
Chapter 22
Late Thursday Afternoon
More Secrets.
By now, it was getting late in the afternoon, and it appeared that the work had stopped for the day. Most of the adults were sitting around on folding chairs, drinking beer or soda, and finally relaxing. Their eyes all turned towards the gang of teenagers walking towards them, and although none of the kids would admit to it, the scrutiny of the adults made them a little bit uncomfortable, especially since they’d been smoking not long ago. It would’ve been nice to just skirt past and keep on going, but it looked like now the work was over, the parents were in the mood to engage with their kids. They called them over, making wisecracks, and generally being daggy, as grownups often are.
“Having fun guys?” Sue asked, and the kids knew they’d be expected to stay for a few minutes at least, so they crowded around, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
It was just one of those awkward teenage moments. They all loved their parents, obviously, but when your parents are hanging around with other parents or grownups, and you’re with your friends, especially your boy or girlfriend, you suddenly become very self conscious, especially as adults often had a habit of teasing you a little bit in front of THEIR friends. It’s just part of the intricacies of growing up. The kids walked over, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
The teens assured their parents that everything was indeed going splendidly, and they were having lots of fun. The beach was great, there were no problems, and all was right in the world.
The adults mildly teased them about doing all the work while they slacked off, and joked about the junk food they were carrying, along with a host of other little barbs. It was all in good fun, although it was a little bit uncomfortable for the teens. But the were informed that their vans were now fully liveable, and all the power points and accessories were working.
Rose in particular took issue with her daughter.
“Maria! Whatchoo wearing those filthy clothes for? Surely you gotta better stuff to wear than those? These people gonna think you a grubby little street urchin or somethin’! You tryna embarrass your poor old parents or something?”
Maria shifted uncomfortably. “No mama. I jus’ didn’t wanna put clean clothes on again, not before a shower. I can go put my flower dress on again if you want?”
“The onea you spilled the milk all over you mean? Thatsa soaking now anyway. I swear, you’re worse thanna little boy sometimes! Running ‘round getting all dirty alla the time! You not very ladylike, you know? No, you keepa your grubby street urchin clothes on, filthy little monkey.”
The other adults laughed, and Maria giggled a bit, although she blushed. At some point, every kid and adult there had been a part of similar discussions more than once.
Sonia addressed the kids as a group.
“Ok. Go and get changed you lot, before you get cold. Enjoy those chips, but nothing else, okay? We’re having a barbecue for dinner, but not for a little while.”
“You kids canna help yourselves to those chips and fizzy drinks whenever you want, alright? They’re justa old stock I gotta get rid of. Better than throwing them away,” Mario said, and the kids all politely thanked him, before taking the opportunity to escape.
“We’ll go wait in the Camp Kitchen while you guys get changed,” Maria said, and her and Aiden veered off, leaving their friends to continue. As they walked away, Nikki and Amy kept stealing glances at Maria’s backside, trying to work out for sure if it really was a very faint pee stain they could sometimes see, depending on the angle they were looking from. Nikki in particular was more than glad to be walking away from the adults, as she currently had a death grip on the packet of cigarettes, with the towel covering them. It was almost terrifying to be standing in front of her mother, AND Troy, while holding onto something so inherently naughty.
The girls shut and locked the door of the van after they entered.
“So? Whaddya think? Do you reckon Maria has wet herself in those pants, or what?” Nikki had been dying to ask that question!
Amy thought about her answer for a few seconds.
“Dunno Nik. I COULD see a bit of a mark there, but who knows? She could’ve just sat on something wet, or dirty. Maybe on the wet ground? I mean I think it’s impossible to tell for sure, not without asking her, and I’m definitely not doing that! But I think it’s unlikely.”
“Why’s it unlikely?” Nikki questioned, as she started taking her wet clothes off.
“Think about it,” Amy replied, starting to get undressed herself.
“Even if she did pee her pants, which COULD happen I guess, I don’t think she’d wear those same clothes in front of people if they had pee stains on them! But if they were just dirty, like from playing outside, she probably wouldn’t even think that her butt might have a suspicious mark on it, especially considering they’re so grubby anyway.”
This made sense, and after pondering it for a moment, Nikki agreed, as she toweled herself dry.
“Yeah. Suppose you’re right mate. Maybe I’m just so used to like thinking about it, and talking to you about it and stuff, that I’m just starting to imagine it when it’s not there.”
“It certainly looks like she pissed herself though,” Amy half-snorted, and both of them collapsed into peals of laughter.
Nikki was watching Amy slide a big pull up over her hips, and her expression was thoughtful. “Wonder if I could get away with a pull up? What do you think, Ames?”
Her friend had put a baggy, knee length pair of black shorts on over her diaper. Perfect camouflage for socialising, and was pulling a long, baggy t-shirt over her head. She had decided that her bra wasn’t necessary now. Amy was getting a bit tired, and it was all about comfort from now on. She shrugged.
“Up to you Nikster. Of course you could, especially if you wear pants.” She giggled before continuing, “Unless Scotty goes the grope of course!”
Nikki squealed with indignation, throwing her towel at Amy’s head, but missing, the blonde girl making a swift but giggly dive to avoid it.
Nikki was quite comfortable being completely naked in front of Amy, and she bent down to retrieve her “Friday” panties out of her bag. These were light grey, with fluorescent lime green trim, with the matching day of the week emblazoned across the butt in the same coloured script.
“Huh. Maybe you’re right,” she said, slipping her panties on. “Even though we talked about wearing them, he’d prolly freak if he caught me wearing one before bed!”
They both laughed at that, before she continued, “Anyway, I wasted one on the way up, didn’t I? I can’t start just chewing through them or mum’ll ask questions. Nah. I’ll save it till bed time.” She yawned. “Oh man! I’m starting to wear out, Ames!”
She turned her attention to the denim jean shorts and strappy shirt she was putting on.
“Me too. Guess we’ve been up for like fifteen hours or so already, and it’s still early! I’ll be going to bed early tonight. Come on, let’s see what everyone’s up to, but let’s hang our wet bathers up in that annexe thing first.”
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Before entering the van, Danny commented, “I’ve gotta have a piss first,” and walked behind their accommodation. He had peed in the water twice, but his undersized bladder was making its presence felt. He’d been drinking steadily all day, and although he’d relieved himself behind Amy’s van earlier, then twice in the water, his liquid consumption had remained high. His water bottle, the large iced tea, part of the bottle of Coke. Although his bigger teenage body craved it, his much smaller bladder battled to cope, and he already needed to go again. His friends joined him.
They stood side by side, well away from their van, with their backs to it, pulled down the front of their damp shorts, and released their streams. Because of his condition, Danny always paid extra attention to things like this, and he noticed two things. His pee stream was just as strong as his friends, maybe even stronger. To him at least, he seemed to be peeing further.
The other thing he noticed though, was that he finished a lot sooner. His kiddie sized bladder simply emptied much faster than what his friends did. It was worth noting, and something to remember, especially if he ever got the urge to push his luck regarding taking potty breaks in the future.
They finished their business, shook off, and headed back inside. After they had closed their door behind them, and headed to their respective sleeping quarters, they proceeded to get changed. Danny’s bed was basically right inside the door, which was a couple of meters from the front of the van. You walked up three steps, and BANG! Danny’s bunk immediately to the left. Right in front of the door, and next to Danny’s bunk, against the opposite side wall, was the small kitchenette. A small under bench fridge, a sink, and a small oven with a cooktop.
Beside this, in the middle, there was usually a pair of bench seats and a table, but this was folded down and turned into the middle double bed. Matthews bed. Matt had automatically taken the middle bed without any discussion or arguments, as he knew that his friends beds having pull-across curtains, that offered privacy, would be beneficial for them when it came to changing in or out of their special sleepwear, or in Danny’s case, daily wear. It was just one of the quiet little things that Matt always did, so as to not make an issue out of his friends conditions, and they were always grateful for it.
Scotty was in the third double bed, at the rear of the van, his bed, like Daniels, behind a curtain on an elevated plinth.
Fitting three people in such a relatively small place may make things a bit cramped for a lot of people, especially grownups, but to the three teenage boys, this was probably the best spot in the entire world right now. It was theirs. Their own private castle, and they started to get changed inside of it. Matty yawned.
“I’m fucked,” he mumbled.
“I’m not TOO bad,” Scott said. “I got some sleep on the way up.”
“Me too,” Dan said, then yawned. “Still a bit tired though.”
They started to get dressed. Dan had planned at putting another pull up on, over either variety, either “kiddie” or “grownup,” but now he hesitated. His friends were simply getting changed in front of him, and if he opted for protection, he’d either:
:A. Put it on in front of them, (Which was simply not going to happen,)
Or
:B. Get said protection from his bag, then climb onto his bed, pull the curtain across, and put it on, all the while carrying on a normal conversation with his friends, who of course would have absolutely no idea that he’d climbed into your bed just to put a nappy on.
No. Also not going to happen.
Dan simply did as his friends did. Got undressed, dry, and dressed again, into a pair of baggy black shorts with no underwear at all. This was complimented with a long sleeve t-shirt. Sleeves rolled up. Of course.
As he got dressed, Dan felt his undersize bladder filling up again. Ah shit. This was a bad sign. Perhaps he’d better put some protection on, you know, just in case.
Matty passed him a big bottle of Coke, and without even thinking about it, Danny accepted it, taking a big drink before realising what he was doing, then immediately regretting it.
“Come on boys,” Scott said. “Let’s go see what everyone’s up to! Don’t forget the snacks!”
He headed for the door, with Matt and Dan automatically following him. He was their unspoken leader after all. Dan almost called time out for another quick piddle, but the girls where already in the kitchen area with Aids and Maria, so he simply followed his friends, although a small voice in the back of his mind kept warning him to be careful.
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“I toldya not to wear those pants,” Aiden said in an exasperated sigh. “Toldya they were dirty.”
Maria sniffed disdainfully.
“So what if they’re dirty? Aiden? YOU said they looked peed in, and they don’t! They’re just dirty! Mama didn’t even notice anything that wrong with ‘em!”
“SHE COULDN’T SEE YOUR BUTT!” Aiden exclaimed in exasperation. “You have a big pee pee stain across your butt! Don’t you get that?”
Maria shrugged, and gave an evil looking smile.
“Aiden! Chill out. I get it. But you’re being too weird about it! Yes, I peed in these a few days ago, but even if there IS a mark, nobody’s gonna notice! Trust me! Nobody notices stuff like that. Look, yes, if your pants are actually wet, people notice. But trust me, people don’t automatically think that your pants might’ve been gotten peed in at some stage! You’re just stressed only because I told you what I did in them! If I hadn’ta told ya, ya wouldn’t have even known! Really, trust me, unless people have got a weird reason to look, they don’t even think ‘bout it! You’re overthinking things. Aiden”
Aiden took her hand in his, patting it gently.
“Maria, you don’t know a lot about my friends. I really don’t know a great deal either, ‘specially about their private stuff, and I don’t wanna tell tales about them, but, if you think they might not notice, you’re prolly wrong. I know that Dan, Amy, and Scott all have different, um, problems with toilet stuff. I don’t wanna say too much, cause I don’t really know the whole story, but if you think they wouldn’t notice just because most people don’t, I reckon you’re wrong...”
Maria’s usually darker complexion paled a bit, as the realisation that perhaps people may notice her dirty pants swept over her. At first, the thrill of wearing them around others had been exciting, but now she was starting to think she should’ve just put clean clothes on. She was about to run back to the house and change, when they heard their names being called.
Looking up, Amy and Nikki were walking right towards them.
It was too late to do anything now. Maria would just have to hang around and be happy, but try and keep her backside sitting down, just in case anyone SHOULD notice. Not that that was likely... |
Chapter 23
Thursday Evening
Bedtime Secrets
The kids gathered underneath the gazebo of the Camp Kitchen, sprawling and slumping down onto the bench seat-tables in a seemingly random pattern, mostly with sighs and groans of exaggerated relief, as if they’d all walked a hundred miles to get there.
Matt yawned again, “Man. I’m really stuffed,”
Nikki caught the yawn from him. “No, Matt, dont sta......rrrrrt, hmph, me off,” and they all laughed as she yawned halfway through her admonishment.
“What now?” Scott asked. “Wanna kick the football around or something?”
They looked at each other, and by general consensus decided it was too much effort. Everyone seemed to be getting really tired, although it had only just gone 5:30pm.
Matt pulled his phone and mini Bluetooth speaker from his pocket, and switched on his music playlist instead. What blasted forth was a steady mixture of rap, hip-hop, and current teen bands, and the kids were glad of the distraction. These days, constant audio or visual stimulation was almost a requirement for them, and just sitting quietly seemed almost wrong somehow. The chips were all opened and shared, as were the icy cold bottles of Coke.
Dan was sitting beside Amy, with no one else sharing their table at first, and they found it easy to slip into a lively conversation by themselves, comparing their personal likes and dislikes on animated movies.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen ‘Big Hero 6!’” Danny said, aghast at the idea. “It’s brilliant!”
“I’ve never heard of it,” she replied. “What’s it about?”
“This kid, same age as us, fourteen, well his brother invents this robot! Then the brother gets killed, and.....”
Dan started excitedly telling her the plot, complete with play acting the part of the robot, and soon had Amy giggling with glee at his dramatic efforts. The more she laughed, the more it encouraged him, and soon his total focus was on making her engaged in the story.
After a few minutes of his dramatic comedy routine, Amy noticed how he started absentmindedly started pinching at the front of his shorts, not even aware that he was doing so. She glanced around, and saw that some of their friends were standing off to one side, looking at the bush land, and others were scrolling Matt’s playlist. They were currently alone, although only meters away from the others. She reached out, and gently swatted his hand away from his groin, then lowered her voice to a quiet whisper, getting his attention.
“Danny, sweetie, do you need to pee?”
“Huh?” He looked nonplussed, obviously not expecting to be interrupted by a question like that.
“You look like you need the toilet,” she repeat whispered. “You’re starting to grab at yourself...”
As soon as she said the words, he realised that she was correct. He had needed to go a bit before coming over, and had added at least half a bottle of Coke to his already full bladder, but had somehow managed to mentally block it out during his performance of the movie. Suddenly, the need to pee was an incredibly strong one, and again his hand automatically went to his crotch. Amy grabbed his wrist, and pulled him down onto the seat beside her. He was blushing.
“Uh. Yeah. I guess I do. Funny. I didn’t even notice. Not much....”
Amy stood up, and helped him to his feet. “Come on. I’ll come with you. We’ll check the toilet block out.”
They started walking across the grass together, silently at first, until the boy cleared his throat and spoke.
“Ahem. Thanks Ames. I’m, uh, sorry.”
She glanced at him curiously. “Huh? What? Why are you sorry?”
Danny sighed. “Guess I’m sorry you had to remind me. It’s pretty embarrassing really. I’m fourteen, and need to be reminded to go to the toilet. Stupid huh?”
Amy grabbed his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be silly Catholic Boy! You’re not stupid. You just didn’t realise, that’s all. You do have a small bladder, remember?”
He sighed. “Yeah. I know. That’s what’s so stupid. I know I do. I also know I shoulda gone earlier, but I didn’t. I put it off. I can’t believe I didn’t notice how bad it was getting. That’s what happens sometimes. I’m like a little kid. I get distracted, kinda forget, then I end up wetting myself. Like when we played football with the guys that time. Really, really dumb. It’s just like it doesn’t always feel a lot different between needing to go a little, or a lot. Then suddenly it hits me, but it can be too late then.” He squeezed her hand. “Thanks babe. I think you just saved me having an accident in front of everyone.”
Judging by the way his free hand kept returning to the front of his shorts, Amy wasn’t totally convinced that he still wouldn’t wet himself, but he seemed to be in control, at least for the moment.
They walked behind where the adults were sitting, and Dan asked his dad if the toilets were working, and Pete said yes. The boy hurried past, seeing but ignoring the way his mothers eyes automatically tracked him, obviously checking his pants for signs of an accident. The entrances to the toilet block were on the rear of the building, giving some privacy from the main part of the park, and as soon as Dan was around the corner, he gripped himself tightly through his shorts, and almost ran into the men’s room, leaving Amy grinning as she watched.
It was a close call, but he made it, just. He stood up to the urinal, and released the death grip on his boyhood only long enough to free it from the confines of his pants, mere seconds before he released an even more powerful stream than his earlier one behind the vans, causing him to shiver, and moan with relief.
When he turned around, he jumped, as Amy was standing right behind him!
“AMES! WHAT THE FU...”
His exclamation was cut short as she stepped forward, and clamped her hand over his mouth.
“SHHHHH,” she quietly admonished.
“What’re you doing?”
Amy grinned. “Watching you pee. You really have to teach me how to do that. Peeing like a boy looks like so much fun!”
Dan looked nervously over her shoulder. “Ames, for Gods sake! Our pairs are just outside! What’re you doing? They’ll kill us if they find us in here together!”
She grinned mischievously at how nervous he looked, then stepped back, spread her legs slightly, and started gently sucking at the tip of her thumb. “Why? I just gotta pee too?”
Dan watched in awe as she closed her eyes, then bent forward a bit. He knew exactly what it meant when Amy sucked at her thumb or fingers, and he could almost picture how wet her diaper was becoming under her baggy shorts. For maybe twenty seconds she stood as still as a statue, before giving a little shudder, and whispering “Much better. I needed that.”
They left the toilet block and skirted past the grownups again, with Sue raising an enquiring eyebrow and a thumb at Daniel, a subtle way of wordlessly asking him if he was okay, and hadn’t wet himself, and he blushed, but nodded back at her, letting her know he was alright. The teens were well past the stage of caring about holding hands in front of their parents by now, and continued doing so as they headed back towards their friends again.
“Danny, why aren’t you wearing a diaper, babe? You were awfully close to having an accident then. Dontcha think it’s a bit silly not having your protection on?”
He sighed. She was right, and he knew it.
“Yeah. I know. It’s just hard getting dressed like that in front of the guys, that’s all. It’s not like you and Nik getting dressed together where it doesn’t matter. I hate the thought of them seeing me putting a pull up on.”
“Dontcha think it’s better than them seeing you in wet pants?”
“Yeah. Kinda. I guess. I’ll definitely wear one to bed. At least I can put it on in bed behind the curtain I suppose.”
Amy brightened up suddenly. “Orrrr, if ya want, you could come get dressed in our van! Don’t worry. Nik and I can wait outside. That way you can have some privacy! I’ve gotta go get changed now, why not throw your supply bag into my van while nobody’s watching you?”
Dan leant in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks Ames! That’s a great idea! It’ll make getting changed for bed a lot easier. I’ll grab my bag now.”
He got his bag, and drew the curtain back across his bed, before taking it into the girls van, then waited outside for his girlfriend to change her diaper. He did offer to help, but to his chagrin, she insisted that wasn’t necessary, at least this time. One she was changed, they headed back to the gazebo, and continued their conversation. Amy insisted that Dan had to teach her how to “pee like a boy” during their holiday, and he promised not to push his luck about going around without protection on, although he decided to wait until bed before padding up now.
It wasn’t long before the grownups started drifting over, with Pete and JJ taking over a couple of the barbecues, while the four women went to the lodge to help with bread and salads.
The evening meal was simple and delicious. Amy in particular was glad of the salad. Her delicate tummy had endured more than enough junk food for one day. JJ made Matt switch off his “crap” music, and switch to 80’s rock, and soon most of the adults were laughing and singing along.
Even though it was a lot warmer here than back home, this time of year night fell early, and by 7:30, it was dark. Everyone helped clean up, and it seemed like although it was early, everybody was starting to wind down. It had been a very long day, especially the drive, and the adults in particular where getting very tired after working most of the afternoon. Soon, little splinter groups were heading off, mostly with Mario and Rose, to enjoy a glass or two of red wine on the veranda at the lodge. Maria and Aiden said goodnight to their friends, as they were planning to spend some relaxing time working on their jigsaw puzzle together, and they followed their folks back to the house.
“You guys want another smoke?” Nikki asked when the teenagers were alone again. Matt did, Scott didn’t, but he agreed to walk to the beach with them while they had one.
Dan saw his opportunity to get safely padded up without raising any suspicion, so he declined, as did Amy. He made sure to pee once again behind the van, and Amy waited outside for him to get ready for bed. Although they did like getting dressed and fooling around together, it was impossible to know exactly when their friends or parents may appear, so they kept their behaviour to a good standard.
“Ready,” Dan declared, as he opened the door to let his girlfriend in, and she saw him now dressed in baggy black sweatpants and white socks. She grinned. Wearing socks to bed was just such a “Dan thing.” It was cute, and she liked it.
“No footie pyjamas?” Amy asked innocently.
Dan laughed. “Not in front of the fellas Ames! Jesus! Id never live that down!”
As for herself, she had no need to change. She was freshly diapered, with baggy shorts and shirt, so she probably couldn’t dress any more comfortably if she tried. She should definitely use the toilet again, although she’d wet in her sleep regardless, but that could wait for a little while longer, she decided.
“Wanna try the bed out?” Dan said with a grin, and she laughed.
“Yes! I do! With you. But we’re not fooling around, got it? The others will be back soon, and no doubt our mums will check in before they go to bed. But come on! It looks comfy!”
They climbed up and in, and Danny pulled the curtain closed behind them, leaving them in their own special little cocoon. He put his arm out, and she lay on it, and snuggled against his chest.
“I love you, Catholic Boy,” she whispered, and he kissed her on the forehead.
“I love you Ames. So much.”
They made an attempt at small talk, but it was unsuccessful. It wasn’t passion, nor their bladders that stopped them, but weariness, and before either teen knew what was happening, they had fallen asleep.
Soon, the others returned, and of course noticed their friends absence straight away. A quick search ended up at the vans, where they gently opened up both of them, finding that the sleeping compartments were closed up tight. The natural assumption was that Dan was asleep in his bed, while Amy was asleep in hers. The kids were exhausted themselves, and sleep was now an attractive option, so after Scott and Nikki shared a few private moments of kissing and cuddling, the goodnights were said, and the boys crept quietly into their van, trying not to wake Dan up, while Nikki did the same in hers, never once realising that there were two people asleep behind the curtain, and not just one. The long day soon caught up with the overtired teens, and within no time at all, everyone was asleep.
It’s happened before. No doubt will happen again. Not sure what you mean by the parents being away? |
Chapter 24
A Wet Friday Morning
Danny was sleeping soundly, and having a rather weird dream. In it, he couldn’t tell if he was his current grown up fourteen year old self, or a little boy again. He was wearing his little Speedo bathers, and was with his mother, at a beach or something similar. He felt like his bigger, teenage self, but was also somehow a bit helpless, and reliant on his mother, and her permission.
“Mummy, I really need to pee,” Dream Danny told his mum.
His mother looked at him and smiled. “That’s okay Danny. Just run into the water and do it.”
He felt confused, and desperate.
“Will you come with me? I can’t get my bathers off....”
Dream Sue chuckled. “Don’t be silly mate. It’s ok to do a wee in your bathers here. Nobody’s going to know.”
“But I don’t wanna pee my pants,” he had replied. “That’s naughty!”
His mother giggled at his response. “It’s not naughty sweetheart. Everyone does wees in there pants while they’re in the water! Now hurry up and get in.”
He had run into the water, feeling simultaneously like a big and little kid, and turned around again to look at his mum.
“Go on Danny. It’s okay mate. You can pee pee there,” she had said.
Danny smiled, opened his legs, and let go, immediately feeling the spreading warm wetness covering his private area.
He woke up, laying on his back, legs slightly spread, as hot urine started coating his groin, and began trickling down between his legs.
Of course this was nothing new for the boy, but although he was used to it, he still hated it with a passion.
“Ah fuck,” he mumbled to himself, still half asleep, as he automatically took what years of experience had taught him as the safest position to wet in while laying down in bed, the best one to minimise the leakage from his leg guards or the front. Reaching down to grab at himself through the diaper, he attempted to point himself down, while he opened his legs wider, all while leaking uncontrollably, and actually getting stronger now he was awake, although he was making every effort to stop the flow.
He uttered a muffled grunt of surprise when his foot touched a body that was laying in the bed beside him, and he shot instantly awake with the shock, turning his head and taking in the tousled blonde hair of the figure beside him.
Amy!
Shit! He was actually in bed with Amy! What the hell?
The shock actually made him tense up and jump slightly, and while it was a rude awakening, the sudden tensing of his body had a positive effect, and a last, strong jet of pee squirted out, then it stopped altogether. His heart was racing a bit, and he took a moment to focus, as he felt the warm heat being absorbed into the large adult pull up he was wearing. As he fully came too, he could tell that although he’d stopped wetting himself for the moment, his little bladder was still at least half full, and was going to continue emptying itself very shortly, and there wasn’t anything he would be able to do to stop that from happening. The only option available to him, was to quickly get up, to minimise the inherent risk of leaking, which was much more likely to happen whilst laying down. Amy had been the one who had demonstrated to him exactly why the leg bands on a pull up where called “Standing Leg Guards,” and he knew that wetting while standing was a lot safer than doing it in bed.
Danny slid to the end of the bed, feeling the hot, squishy wetness pressing against his bottom, and as he slipped out from underneath the curtain to a standing position, he nervously ran his hand across his bottom and between his legs, praying that he hadn’t already leaked and wet his pants as well as his nappy. His sweatpants still felt dry to his touch, but the hot and heavy pull up felt like it was sagging between his thighs. Groggily, he looked around. He could see Nikki’s feet where her bed curtain hadn’t been pulled completely closed, so he knew she was still asleep, and probably not aware of his presence, and he really hoped to keep it that way if he could, so he took a slightly waddling step towards the door, opened it, stepped out onto the dewy grass in his socked feet, feeling the coldness in sharp contrast to the warmth between his legs, then gently closed it behind him.
The sun was starting to come up, but it was still cool, and he shivered as his bladder twitched, and he felt another dribble of pee leak out, tickling his balls as it ran over them. His urgency to finish emptying his bladder intensified, and he looked around nervously, seeing some signs of movement from the adults section of the park, where people where starting to emerge from their vans.
In fact, it looked like someone was actually walking towards him.
Shit!
It was his mother!
He was stuck in no mans land. To get back to the safety of his own van, he would need to walk at least twenty yards in her direction, directly towards her. If she happened to look up now, she would see him obviously sneaking out of his girlfriends van in the early morning light. His bladder loosened again, and a fresh heat started warming his padding. Shit!
Dan swung in the other direction, and, still peeing, he did a bow legged waddle in the other direction, around the annexe, and behind the girls van. As he walked, he reached behind him, touching the diaper that was sticking up from the back of his sweats. Apparently his pants had dragged themselves down a bit as he’d slid from Amy’s bed. Grabbing at his diapers waistband, he pulled it sharply up, snugging the sodden padding tightly against his boyhood, and restricting the flow of urine once more. The boy hurried as quickly as he could behind the vans, scurrying to the gap between them, to what he hoped was the safety of the front end of his van, directly outside where he should of been sleeping.
Once he was safely hidden there, he finally relaxed his aching bladder, and felt his diaper begin to really swell, as his feet got cold and wet, as his socks soaked up the morning dew. The boy was completely helpless, trapped with nowhere to go, even as the last bit of his urine escaped, and trickled slowly down the inside of his leg, forcing his legs even wider apart.
“Danny? What’re you doing?”
He slowly turned, coming face to face with his mother.
Dan felt the terror of being caught doing something wrong rearing up like a dragon in the back of his mind. He wasn’t concerned about having an accident, at least not much, but he didn’t know if his mother had seen him leaving Amy’s caravan or not. He resorted to the age old trick that kids, both young and old resort to.
Puppy dog eyes.
He looked helplessly at his mother, big brown eyes a bit watery, and sniffed, even managing to get a slight trembling of his lower lip happening.
“Mum, can you help me? I’ve hadda accident. I wet myself...” |
Chapter 25
A Wet Friday Morning Part 2
“Oh Danny. You poor boy. Shhh. It’s okay. Come here. Tell me what happened.” Sue was immediately concerned with how upset her son looked.
Dan, on the other hand, was scared witless that he’d been caught sneaking out of Amy’s van, and he was more than ready to play on being on the verge of a meltdown if it somehow distracted her from even asking. He drew in a watery sniff, and did a much exaggerated bow legged hobble towards her.
“I’m wet mum. Really wet. It was already happening when I woke up, and I thought I could make it stop, you know, just long enough to get outside, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop, and, and, and I’ve wet myself, and....”
As much as Danny was trying his hardest to sound upset to the point of tears, he was also trying his best not to talk too loud. The caravan walls were thin, and he definitely didn’t want his friends to hear him supposedly almost crying about wetting himself. So when Sue stepped forward and put her arm around his shoulders to draw himself into a comforting hug, he didn’t even pull away.
“Shhh. Shhh Danny, it’s ok. It’s alright,” Sue softly crooned, pulling him in tight, and although it was embarrassing, he didn’t resist.
“Come on,” Sue whispered, pulling gently at his sleeve, dragging him away from the van and into the park. “Let’s move over here, before we wake all your friends up.”
Dan gratefully allowed his mother to lead him away, throwing in an occasional sniff for good measure. Once they were clear from the vans, she started talking to him in a quiet, calm voice.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” He nodded. “Good. Now calm down, alright? I understand what it must be like to have a sleep accident around your friends, but you always knew that it was going to happen sometime, didn’t you?” Again he nodded.
“Are your pants wet? Turn around,” she instructed, and he dutifully complied, giving her a good look at his bottom.
“No mum, I don’t think so,”he replied. In reality, his nappy had leaked a tiny bit, but that was on the inside of one leg, and although he could feel it, his black pants still looked dry.
“So your beds ok?” Sue asked.
This time, he had no problem answering with complete honesty, although he had to suppress a smile.
“Yes mum. My beds still totally dry.”
Sue smiled encouragingly at him. “See buddy? It’s not worth getting upset about, is it? Did your friends see you? Are they awake?”
This was a bit trickier. “No. I don’t think they saw me mum. I’m pretty sure they’re still asleep. I kinda got outta bed real quick.”
Sue was encouraged. “That’s excellent mate! Go grab a towel and a I’ll walk with you to the shower block. You should keep a pull up on though. Better grab one, a plastic bag, and for goodness sake, put some damn shoes on, or your flip flops. You’re going to ruin another pair of socks.”
His blood ran cold. There simply was no way around this. His mother would no doubt wait for him. He decided to tell the truth, at least part of it.
“I can get a towel mum. But, ah, my flops and supply bag are in Amy’s van...”
She arched an eyebrow. “What on earth are they doing in there?”
He felt a bead of sweat on his forehead, but managed to keep his voice calm. “The girls lemme get changed in there last night mum, so I didn’t haveta get changed in front of the guys. Don’t worry, they stayed outside. I didn’t like get changed in front of ‘em or anything!”
Sue chuckled. “Don’t be silly mate. I know you wouldn’t do that! I was just surprised that’s all! That was nice of the girls, and a good idea too. Maybe they’ll let you do that every night?”
Just then, a voice called out.
“Danny?”
Sue swivelled around, smiling when she saw Amy’s head appear from the doorway of her van. She didn’t see the colour momentarily drain from her sons face, or the way he was gesturing to Amy, making a throat slitting gesture with his finger.
“Good morning Amy! How are you dear? Did you sleep well?”
Amy was confused. She had fallen asleep in Dans arms, and woken up to the sound of his voice, outside, where it appeared he was talking to his mother. Sue had asked how she’d slept. Surely she didn’t know, did she? Had Dan told her?!?! To buy herself a few seconds, she faked a yawn before replying.
“Hi Mrs, Ja..Sue. Good thanks. I slept well.”
Amy could tell by the way Dan was gesturing behind Sues back that she shouldn’t say anymore than necessary.
“Sorry you two. I just woke up, and heard voices. I was curious, that’s all.”
Sue smiled. “Don’t be silly sweetie. I just came and, uh, woke Dan up. He’s going to have a quick shower, did he leave his bag with you?”
This was super confusing. How on earth did she know that? Did she know he’d slept there? She couldn’t! But she did say she’d woken him up! My God! Had Sue come into the van and found them asleep together? Surely not. She’d be mad as hell if she did. Wouldn’t she? But she knows his bag is in there...
“Um, hang on a sec. I’ll have a look,” she almost stammered, grateful of the opportunity to escape for a few seconds, as her heart pounded in her chest. What the hell was happening?!
She held Dans “supply bag” out the door.
“Yep! Here it is,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light.
“And his flip flops too,” Sue asked, and Amy soon found them as well.
“Huh? Wazzup?” Nikki had been woken up by the noise.
“Nothing Nik. Just stay put for a minute, alright? Don’t say anything.”
“But what’s going on?”
“Danny slept with me last night,” she hissed. “Now Sues out there, wanting his bag!”
“Now way!” Nikki was incredulous. “You guys got sprung?!”
“Dunno Nik. I don’t think so, but I don’t really know what’s going on at the moment.”
Without further ado, she grabbed Dans sandals, and went back to the door, to find the boy himself walking towards her, face glowing bright red. She handed him his belongings.
“What’s going on sweetie? Are we in trouble?”
“Dunno. Don’t think so. I’m pretty sure we’re ok. I’ll fill you in later,” and with that, he slipped his socked feet into his flip flops, turned and left.
“I’ll grab my towel mum,” he said, making a detour towards his own van.
The next surprise came when he tried to open the door. It was locked.
“Ah fuck,” he muttered under his breath.
Without a key, you couldn’t lock the door from the outside! It was a feature to prevent the campers from locking themselves out. Mario had explained that to everyone yesterday. It was simply impossible for Dan to be locked out, if indeed he had come from this van to start with. He wriggled the door handle frantically, his panic starting to grow again, positive he could feel his mothers eyes boring a hole into the back of his head. He uttered a small, high pitched squeal of surprise when the door swung open at him, nearly hitting him in the face. A tired and disoriented looking Matthew was looking at him.
Dan stepped past him, even as Matt started asking what was wrong, and how the heck Dan had managed to lock himself out without the keys.
“Can’t explain now,” he replied, quickly grabbing a towel from his bag.
“I slept next door,” he whispered hurriedly. “I dunno if mums caught me or not. I gotta go.”
There was a faint, but tell tale smell of urine in the van, and it looked like Scott was still asleep. Dan immediately put two and two together straight away, but currently had his own problems to deal with, his own sodden diaper amongst the least of them, and he quickly left, leaving Matt to try and digest what he’d just heard.
As the boy and his mother walked together, he started to relax, as it became clear that she hadn’t spotted him leaving Amy’s van. Instead of being questioned or scolded, Sue kept up a steady, lighthearted chat, trying her best to cheer her son up. To Dan, it felt weird and uncomfortable. On one hand, he was feeling a bit like a little kid again, like he usually did when he had to admit to his mother that he’d wet his pants or bed, and it was both awkward but yet comforting at the same time. On some level, the reassurance that it wasn’t his fault was nice, although still embarrassing. On the other hand, he was secretly feeling quite grown up, knowing that he’d actually spent the night sleeping in the same bed as his girlfriend. It was actually two nights in a row now, as they had fallen asleep together on his bed at home the previous night, before they’d left for the big drive. He liked it, and wanted to do it again, every night if possible. The grownup feeling was equally balanced by the childishness he felt because of the wet squishy heat he could feel between his legs and on his bottom, a constant reminder that he was still wetting the bed like a baby.
The embarrassing, childish feelings only grew, as they approached the adult area of the camp, and he saw a lot of people starting to move around, including a few of the new workers that he didn’t know. He automatically hitched his pants up, and made sure his shirt wasn’t tucked in, should one of these unknown grownups see his nappy sticking out. Even worse, his father, Peter, was standing there smiling at them as they approached. He had a coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and had obviously just got up.
“Heyyyy! How’s my little soldier this morning,” he asked, using a nickname that he’d called Dan for years, ever since the boy had developed a love for army things at an early age. Dan figured being called a “little soldier” was probably something that he could do without these days, but it still felt nice when his dad reached out and gently ruffled his hair. But before he could answer, Sue spoke quietly on his behalf.
“Leave it Pete. Danny needs a shower. Don’t stir him up, okay?”
Dan felt the blush riding up his cheeks. Really? Did she HAVE to say that?
Pete dropped his cheeky grin, lowering his own voice. “Aw no. I’m sorry mate. You okay?”
“Yeah dad. I’m good. There isn’t any, um, damage I guess. I just gotta have a shower and get changed, that’s all.”
“Ok champ. You get ready while mum makes breakfast. Remember, I want you kids here by 8:30 to start work.”
This was the first day that the kids were to start “Earning Their Keep,” and had been discussed after dinner the night before. Dan promised to get all his friends ready as soon as possible, then hurried into the shower block, where he closed a cubicle door behind him, dropped his belongings onto a bench, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He removed his pants and shirt, hanging them up on the hooks provided, then, standing there in just his nappy and socks, he took a deep breath, and relaxed his bladder, instantly feeling the fresh heat spreading across his groin, then start running down his legs again, as his diaper was already past its capacity to hold any more. His socks soaked up the trickles on his legs, but they were already wet and dirty, so he didn’t care. He turned the shower on as he peed, and the sound of running water helped him empty himself completely.
After a quick shower, with his sleep pants safely bagged and disposed of, he headed back to his van, and met Scott halfway, who had a towel draped around his neck. Dan couldn’t possibly imagine Scott ever crying, but his friend did look visibly upset. His face was flushed, and he looked distracted and uncomfortable.
“Hi mate, what’s up?” Dan asked, stopping and getting a half hearted fist bump from his friend.
Scott sighed, and it sounded a bit watery. “Nothing,” he haltingly replied. “I, uh, need a shower. I guess. It happened again.”
Dan knew exactly what “It” was, and he could sympathise. He patted the other boy on the shoulder, offering some consolation.
“Me too mate. Me too. It sucks, doesn’t it?”
Scott sniffed, nodding his head. “Yeah. Honestly Danny, I’m fucking sick of this.”
Dan didn’t know what to say, so he hugged Scott briefly, then continued on to his van.
When he arrived, Matt had the door and windows open, airing it out, and the smell of pee had dissipated, and he was already dressed for the day. He looked questioningly at Danny.
“So? What happened last night?” |
Chapter 26
A Wet Friday Morning Part 3
Aiden woke up thirsty during the night. His phone, which was charging beside his bed, gave the time at 2:40, and he sighed. As was his habit, the first thing he did was to grab at his pyjamas and sheet, to check for wetness. He didn’t find any, and was momentarily confused by the thickness of his pyjamas, until he remembered that he was wearing a pull up. He cringed a bit, but at least it was still dry. In actual fact, it was the same pull up that he’d worn the night before, when he’d had a rather special dream, and he’d been a bit reticent to wear it again, but a close inspection before bed showed that it still looked perfectly clean, although he could feel a bit of a dry patch on the front, where his emission had been absorbed. It wasn’t much, so he had put it on again, even telling his father that he hadn’t needed it last night, so he’d wear the same one again.
“Great work Tiger,” Sean had said, and Aiden had felt a bit proud, like he’d accomplished something special.
His mind had returned to that special dream a few times during the day. Not so much the dream itself, as that grew hazier as the day wore on. More so on the fact that he’d orgasmed. That had been completely unexpected. Like Dan, and in fact like most boys of a certain age, Aiden had long ago discovered the fun of touching himself, usually in the bath, shower, or safety of his bed, but although he understood what masturbation was all about, he’d never achieved an orgasm before. In fact, he’d never really tried to go that far, mainly because he had assumed that developmentally, he was still way too far before the curve to get there, but now that he new what his body was capable of, he was intrigued.
He had actually planned on experimenting a bit when he finally went to bed that night, but he just couldn’t relax and “get in the mood” properly. Not while being in a strange house with his father and Maria so close by. He had tried, and although he was easily aroused, the idea that one of them might burst into his room while he was doing “It,” was enough to prevent him from trying for too long. Besides, he didn’t really know just what he was supposed to do, but he knew that just like every other boy who had ever lived, that he would figure it out in his own time. Catholic school or not, their sex education classes had been very informative over the past few years, and playground bravado aside, he knew that he wasn’t the only boy in this situation.
He stretched out, arching his back. It was no good. He’d have to get up. His mouth was dry, and although his pull up was as well, he needed to go to the bathroom reasonably badly. This wasn’t really a surprise, considering the large amount that he’d drank today, although he had made a special effort to use the bathroom that evening. He’d peed three times since dinner, trying to ensure that his bladder was as empty as possible before going to bed.
Laying there, he grinned to himself in the darkness, thinking back on the day’s events. What a completely awesome day it had been! His best friends had arrived unexpectedly, he had tried smoking for the first time, and, although he’d never ever actually use the term itself out loud, he secretly liked to think that he had a girlfriend! He wasn’t sure whether this was actually true or not, but it seemed to be. This wonderful, smart, funny, beautiful, brave, fun loving girl really seemed to like him just as much as he liked her, although the words hadn’t been spoken out loud. She had played, (No. not played. Little kids played. They had hung out) together all day. She had even held his hand, and kissed him! Especially the kiss in the shower in front of everybody, that had been awesome. He had seen her wet her pants both accidentally and on purpose, and he had done the same for her. It was like a special secret that they shared. He thought about how pretty she had looked after her evening shower, with her raven black hair still wet, but neatly combed, wearing her pink cotton pyjamas, even with the waistband of her purple pull up peeking over her waistband. He had showered as well, but hadn’t put his sleep pants on until just before getting into bed, as he felt so self conscious about them. Especially in front of Mario and Rose. Maria obviously felt no qualms at all, even with his father there, and he envied her self confidence. Especially as it kept sticking out as they lay beside each other on the lounge room floor doing their jigsaw puzzle.
Ugh. It was no good. He’d have to get up.
Just as he threw the blanket back, he heard a noise outside his room. A door squeaked open, then there was the sound of small footsteps, another door opening, then a whispered conversation. More footsteps again, soft and gentle, walking right past his door.
Aiden got up, and using his phone for light, he manoeuvred his way to the door, and peeked out. Maria’s door was ajar, and her light was on. He wondered what was going on, but 2:45am wasn’t exactly a great time to investigate, so he bypassed it, and padded barefoot down the hall into the kitchen, where he poured himself a large glass of water from the kitchen tap. The water was cold, and as he drank deeply, his toes curled against the cold timber floor, because his need to urinate suddenly increased twofold, and he automatically found that he was grabbing at his padded groin through his Batman pyjama pants.
As he stood in the dark kitchen, holding himself and finishing his water, he heard a door open, and footsteps again, this time larger and heavier than before. The door was half closed, and standing slightly behind it, he could see through the gap in the frame, where he spied Rose, looking tired and sleep disheveled, walking down the hall towards him. He froze for a second, wondering if he should switch the light on to announce his presence, because he certainly didn’t want to be the cause of his host having a heart attack by walking in on him in the dark kitchen, but Rose had gone into Maria’s room instead.
Had Maria wet the bed?
The thought raced across his brain like a skyrocket. It seemed like the only logical conclusion, and suddenly, he had to know for sure. He ever so gently sat the glass on the sink, and peered around the half open door, but there was nothing to see. His bare toes curled again, and he pushed his legs together as the excitement increased his need to pee to even greater heights, and he squirmed in discomfort, giving a squeeze to his padded crotch.
Man! He really needed to go badly himself!
Aiden considered just walking past Maria’s room, and looking in on his way to the toilet, but that felt kind of weird. After all, if she had wet, she might already be upset, and she might freak out if she caught him looking. He knew she didn’t mind him witnessing her accident outside earlier, but this was different. It involved parents, and possibly a wet bed, not to mention her little diaper.
Ohhh...., he hunched forward slightly, as he almost lost control. His pecker was starting to twitch, and he felt a bloating in his lower tummy, and he knew that if he didn’t go soon, his own pull up would be getting soaked as well. But now he was unsure as how to proceed. He didn’t want to upset or embarrass his girlfr...Maria, but even if he didn’t stop at her room, she would definitely see him walking past, and would know that he saw her.
Flash! A lightbulb went off in his brain! He could go outside and pee! That would save everyone any potential embarrassment that might occur! He turned, and padded quietly to the kitchen door, that opened onto the veranda. It was unlocked, and like a thief in the night, he silently slipped through, gently closing it behind him.
Now Aiden had never been afraid of the dark, well, not for a long time now, but this was really spooky. The park was in darkness, and he couldn’t see far at all, and he wasn’t convinced that he definitely couldn’t hear things moving around. Perhaps even monsters, or some weird shit like that, and he paused, suddenly feeling very afraid of the unfamiliar surroundings. Two things got him motivated enough to move. A swift mental rebuke, reminding himself that he wasn’t a helpless little kid anymore, and his now bursting bladder. Taking a deep breath, and a firm hand on his diaper, he forced himself to head down the steps and onto the front lawn, where the cold wet grass under his feet didn’t help his almost obscene desperation at all. Not wanting to wee on the grass right in front of the house, he forced himself to do a hobbling waddle around the side, finding more light there anyway.
The reason that there was more light, was because Marias room didn’t have the curtains fully drawn, and bright light was spilling out onto the side yard.
Despite his desperation, he paused.
Not feeling particularly proud of himself, he slowly approached the window, but it was too high for his short stature to see into. Again, he felt a twitching in his padded sleep pants, and he was forced to hunch forward, and cross his legs, just to prevent his own accident from happening.
He definitely didn’t want to wet his pants. Not in the slightest bit at all, but by now, his curiosity was winning out over common sense, and he simply HAD to know what was going on in there! He danced around, a mixture of fear, excitement, and a full bladder keeping him in constant motion, and although he knew how badly he needed to relieve himself, his curiosity about what was going on inside Marias room was now taking precedence. He was falling too far into the old familiar habit of allowing himself to get too distracted, and not listening to what his body was desperately trying to tell him. In fact, in his excitement, he’d managed to put his burgeoning need to pee almost completely out of his mind!
Looking around frantically, he found the solution. About five meters from the house, stood an old set of wrought iron lawn furniture, just waiting to be stood on.
Aiden eagerly climbed up on one of the iron bench seats, shivering a bit when his bare feet trod on the cold, wet iron, and he stood tall, and was rewarded with an almost perfect view of Marias room, courtesy of the gap in the curtains. Maria and her momma where obviously talking, and although he couldn’t hear a sound, he could see the daughter standing side on to her mother. Rose was talking to her daughter, in what appeared to be a gentle manner, without the usual theatrical hand gestures that was her style, besides, her hands were busy with stripping off the top sheets of her daughters bed.
Maria turned around more, so her back was to the window, and Aiden had no trouble in seeing that her bottom was very wet indeed. Both her cheeks were encased in sodden pink cotton, and her purple pull up was visible through the almost translucent thin fabric.
Aidens breath caught in his throat, and he almost fell off the bench with surprise, only just stopping himself from falling face first onto the grass.
The shock of the near fall had other consequences too, and he felt an explosion of warm wetness spreading through his little diaper.
“Shit,” he muttered softly, reaching down as fast as he could, pulling down his Batman pj’s and the front of his pull up, to unleash a solid torrent of pee onto the ground, which arced out impressively from his higher than usual perch. He continued emptying his bladder, but never took his eyes off the scene playing out in Marias bedroom, watching intently as Rose started folding a towel, and placing it in Marias bed.
After he’d finished peeing, Aiden pulled up his pants again, wincing at first at the feeling of wet padding pressing up against his private parts. He hadn’t worn a wet diaper for quite awhile now, and had almost forgotten what it felt like. He gingerly gave himself a little squeeze, and was surprised to find that it didn’t feel as bad as he remembered. In fact, it actually felt kind of nice.
As he watched, he continued gently touching at himself through the sodden Goodnight, and almost drifted off a bit. It was surreal. He couldn’t believe he was standing outside in the middle of the night in wet sleep pants, watching his friend in wet pyjamas, or how cute she looked. He stayed like this for a couple of minutes, only forcing himself to move away after Rose handed her daughter a fresh pull up, and Maria suddenly pulled her wet pyjama pants off, leaving her in just a top, and a heavy, saturated diaper. Suddenly he got the feeling that although he’d already crossed a line or two, watching the girl get changed was wrong, and he stepped down from the bench, and almost regrettably snuck back inside the kitchen, where he stood, unsure, in the dark, wondering what to do next.
A minute later, he held his breath, as Rose left the room, glanced briefly at the kitchen, then walked slowly back to her own room, turning the hall light off behind her. The boy slowly counted to a hundred, then swiftly and silently padded back to the safety of his own room again, where he shut the door softly, then leaned against the wall, heaving a sigh of relief, and touching himself through the still warm diaper again. He was quite cold, but his little nappy held the heat against his boy bits, and it actually felt nice. Now he was safely in his room, he started to shiver from the cold, and he wiped his feet on the floor rug, and scrambled into bed, snuggling deep under the covers, where he lay, letting his breathing return to normal as his heart rate returned to its regular rhythm as well.
At first, he had fully intended to take his wet pull up off, but the heat from his sleep pants felt wonderful, and he squeezed gently at the padding once more. It was incredible that he’d never noticed before just how warm, safe, and secure, that wearing a pull up could be, and he was momentarily lost in the feeling of it, while his mind drifted back to Maria once more.
The idea came to him that perhaps she might feel upset or embarrassed tomorrow, but if he left his own wet diaper on, it would probably make her feel better. Besides, his wasn’t absolutely saturated like hers had been, and was just wet in the front and between his legs. Anyway, if he took it off, he’d need to shower or wash, and he couldn’t be bothered doing that at 3am. Leaving it on as an act of solidarity with Maria was a much easier option. Maria. He lay back and started thinking about her.
He remembered how she had accidentally wet her pants in the playground, and again deliberately at the beach, enticing him to do the same. He visualised the dry pee stain on her tight pink leggings, and how pretty and cute she looked in her love heart pyjamas with the purple diaper peeking out over her waistband. He could feel his boyhood starting to stir inside its wet confines, and he rubbed and tugged at it through the padding. Dozens of miscellaneous memories of the past couple of days came flooding back to him, each one more exciting than the last, and before he knew it, he had gone rock hard, and was arching his back, as his attention to his diaper and what was inside it grew stronger and more vigorous.
Aiden was remembering what it had felt like to be kissed by her while showering together, and suddenly, he felt something he’d never felt before. A strange tingling feeling had started “down there,” and it was spreading rapidly through his tummy and legs, and his toes curled up into little balls beneath the covers. His breathing increased in tempo, as did the movement of his right hand, as it mushed the warm pull up firmly against his excitement. He couldn’t quite muffle his groan, as the most amazing feeling that he’d ever had quickly swept over him, and his hips bucked in the air, squeezing his eyes tight in the darkness, then freezing on the spot, as a fresh explosion of warm stickiness got suddenly pumped into the already wet padding.
Aiden lay there, breath coming in short gasps, his mind spinning with wonder at what he’d just accomplished. It had been absolutely amazing. Incredible. Completely out of this world. No wonder so many of the bigger kids at school talked about it so much.
He knew that he’d never go to sleep again that night, such was the level of surprise and pleasure that he had felt.
Three minutes later, the boy was snoring softly, one hand still resting inside his Batman pyjama pants. |
Chapter 27
Friday Plans.
Aiden didn’t wake up until nearly 8.30, with the night time excitement no doubt helping him sleep soundly. Still, 8.30 was a bit early by his usual holiday or weekend standards, but he wouldn’t complain. Obviously his father hadn’t woken him before heading out to work, and for that, he was glad. It had probably saved an embarrassing Q and A conversation about if he was wet or not, and Aiden just couldn’t lie to his dad. He stretched out in bed, arching his back, before plopping back down. His pull up still felt warm, but also a bit clammy as well. He hoped Rose would be gone already as well, because although he’d showered before bed, he was going to need another one, and he really didn’t want to be questioned about it, or worse, have his bed inspected. He wondered if Maria was up? Her door was still closed, so he shut his a bit louder than necessary, and made a little bit of extra noise as he walked past her room and into the kitchen. It must’ve worked, because he’d gotten no further than grabbing a bowl and some cereal before she joined him, although she looked a little perturbed.
“Hi Maria, sleep well?”
Ah shit. Nice going doofus. You know she didn’t. Why the hell even say that?
She gave a weak half-smile. “Meh. Not really. Kinda. I guess.”
Her pink cotton short pyjamas had been exchanged for green ones, but he pretended not to notice. Instead, he lowered his voice, whispering confidentially
“Me too. Guess what? I hadda little accident last night. I’m gonna need a shower again.”
Her head snapped up, and she made that firm, direct eye contact with him, almost like she was staring directly into his soul.
“Did you wet?” The barest beginnings of a genuine smile tickled at the corners of her pretty mouth. Keeping her voice low to match his, she replied “I did too...”
Aiden let his jaw drop open a bit, feigning surprise. “Didja? Wow! What happened?”
Maria grabbed a bowl for herself, and began adding cereal while Aiden added milk to his own, and she suddenly seeming a lot perkier.
“I dunno,” she shrugged. “I just didn’t wake up I guess. I peed all the way, which I hardly NEVER do. Didn’t wake up until I was finished. I made a really big mess. Hadda change my sheets and everything. How about you? Do you need new sheets?”
He blushed, but was happy she didn’t appear upset any longer, so he answered, although obviously left a few pertinent details out.
“Nah. I actually woke up dry, but a bit came out before I could get my pants down. You know? Like in the toilet?”
Maria giggled. “That’s happened to me before too! Sometimes just the sight of the pot...toilet has made me have an accident! So you hadda get changed then?”
His face reddened, but instinct told him to answer honestly, because he just knew she would like the answer. “Wellllllll, I prolly shoulda gotten changed. I guess. But I wasn’t like REALLLLY wet, just a bit, and I guess I couldn’t be bothered, so I just went back to bed.”
Maria paused, a spoon full of dripping cereal paused just below her mouth. “Wait. So you’re still wearing the same pull up?”
He nodded.
“Come on! You gotta show me,” she insisted, causing his blush to suddenly pale.
“Maria! I can’t do that,” he whispered.
“Cause you can. You gotta. I woulda showed you mine if I was still wearing it!”
“I wouldn’t ask,” he hissed softly.
“Well it’s a good thing I’m not you then, isn’t it! Come on! You gotta show me. I wanna see it!”
It was almost as if she had cast a spell. He almost floated out of his chair, head spinning, as he pulled his Batman pyjama pants down, revealing a rather puffy looking Spider-Man pull up. Maria actually started reaching towards it, and the boy yelped, jumping back quickly and pulling his pants back up again. Maria put a pouting expression on her face.
“Aww. Not fair! You should let me touch it!”
He sighed, stepping forward and pulling his pants down again. She reached out gingerly and poked at it, watching it squish. Aiden was holding his breath, expecting her to squeeze it, and himself at the same time. He felt his pecker starting to stir inside the wet padding, and wasted no time in pulling his pants up quickly, and sitting down again, while the girl began giggling.
“All your friends are working with their Olds today, aren’t they?”
He nodded, dribbling milk from his mouth as he answered before swallowing his cereal. “Yeah. Guess so. Apparently they all made a deal with their pairs to work for extra pocket money.”
“But you don’t have to, do ya?”
“Nah. It’s something they organised. I just try and keep outta dads way while he’s working.”
She giggled again. “Me too. Aiden. Hey! You know what we should totally do today?”
He arched an eyebrow at her quizzically.
“We’re gonna have a HUGE holding contest! Like I did yesterday, but you too, and bigger and fairer! It’ll be rad! Whaddya say?”
Up until yesterday, Aiden would never have agreed to anything like that, but he knew how much doing “stuff” like that interested her, and her openness about pee stuff was absolutely fascinating to him! His occasional bed wetting had been a thorn in his side for years, and he had been absolutely amazed to discover Danny shared his problem, but with daytime accidents as well. As of yet they still hadn’t had “The Big Talk” that Dan had promised him, and he was really hoping that they may have it soon. He really needed to hear that he wasn’t the only big kid who suffered like this.
But now, he had met Maria, who was going to be a teenager tomorrow as well, and still wet the bed like he did. Also, the more she talked about wetting herself, the more he was starting to enjoy the idea. So he wasn’t really surprised when he found himself giggling and nodding at her idea.
“Okay. Aiden. This is what we’re gonna do. Well both go to the toilet now, then both have showers. After your shower, you can’t go again. We’ll drink a lot, and play in the park away from everyone else. Maybe explore or something. Once one of us loses, you know, has an accident, we’ll go to the beach for a swim.”
“But what if someone sees us?”
She shrugged. “Wear black shorts. You got ‘em, I got ‘em, and we won’t be around anybody anyway! Besides, taking the risk is part of the fun!”
It was weird. He found himself actually liking the idea!
“Okay! You’re on! I’m going to the toilet right now!
Maria grinned broadly, as she gathered up their bowls and glasses. |
I like this idea.....!
Chapter 28
Work Begins
“So? What happened?”
Matt was almost beside himself with anticipation for the story, but Dan had refused to begin telling it until Scott had returned, so he wouldn’t have to repeat it. He had dressed himself for the day in a pair of camouflage knee length shorts, with a matching camo pattern pull up underneath it. Now the three boys were almost ready to head to breakfast, all dressed in hi-vis polo shirts, shorts, and work boots. All of them enjoyed occasionally going to work with their Tradesman fathers, so ppe gear was something they all owned. None of them would say it out loud, but putting their work clothes and boots on always made them feel a bit more grown up.
Danny sighed, but grinned. Secretly, he was enjoying the attention. His friends had already been impressed when he’d told them about sleeping with Amy at his house the night before they left, but that was kind of like a sanctioned sleepover, with his mum just leaving them asleep. Last night was a bit different. He’d actually slept with his girlfriend on the sly, without parental permission, and that was quite a big deal for a group of fourteen year old boys!
“Honestly guys. Nothing really “happened.” “ He added the air quotes with a grin. “We just kinda fell asleep together.”
“But what were you doing in bed with her in the first place dude?” Matt was fascinated.
Danny grinned. “Nothing really. Just kind of cuddling a bit I guess. We were just mucking around, and said we’d try the bed, which ended up with a cuddle. Next thing I knew, it was this morning!”
Scott’s mood had improved after his shower, especially since he discovered his bed hadn’t gotten wet. “Sooooo, did you do ANYTHING with her?”
“Not too much,” Dan answered with a sly grin. “Nothing like what we’ve done before anyway....”
The other boys whooped and cheered, punching him on the arms. Danny hadn’t ever told them a lot of details about his private times with Amy, but it was virtually impossible for someone his age not to supply a few details. The other boys knew that he had showered with her, that they had touched each other intimately before, including bringing each other to orgasm, and they were very impressed, and perhaps a little bit jealous. Their good mate Danny was having a semi-physical relationship with a beautiful girl who they really liked, and they were happy for him.
“OW! OW!” Dan yelled, as the punches rained onto his arms. “Anyway, I got up and was coming back here, and there’s mum, walking straight towards me! I freaked out. Thought she’d seen me leaving Amy’s, but she hadn’t.”
“Wow. Lucky dude,” Scott replied. “That coulda ended badly,” and they all nodded solemnly.
Danny got up, and punched both his friends in turn, before they could react. He was actually stronger than they gave him credit for and a loud “Shit/Fuck” echoed from their man cave.
“Come on dickheads. Let’s go get breakfast,” Danny said with a grin, feeling absolutely on top of the world.
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“What the fuck is that all about?”
Nikki was looking out the window towards the boys van. “Sorry. Go on...”
“Just the guys being stupid I think,” Amy replied. “Anyway, there’s not much to tell, Nik. We just fell asleep together, that’s all.
Nikki grinned, made a sideways fist, and performed a pumping action. “What? Not even .....?”
Amy shrieked with mock horror, bursting into laughter at the same time. Of course this only set Nikki off, and she hunched forward, putting a hand between her legs.
“Ow! Ow! Stop! I’m going to pee myself!”
“So what?” Amy asked sarcastically. “You’re wearing a dipe, aren’t ya?”
Nikki paused, and put her hand up under her nightie, feeling the padding between her legs, and shot a surprised look at her friend.
“I am! No shit! I actually forgot about it!”
“So I guess you’re dry then?” Amy asked.
“Yeah. Oof. But not for much longer though. I really need to peeeeeee...”
“Well hurry up then. Grab your clothes and a towel. We’ll go have a shower. I’m wet, as usual.”
Nikki stood up straight, but grimaced, and lent back against the wooden frame of her bed.
“Ugh. No joke. I’m not going to make it, Ames. I’m gonna totally pee myself before I get there!”
Amy had an idea. She went to the annex, and grabbed a still damp towel from their swim yesterday, and threw it at her squirming friend.
“Here Nik. Stand on this, and let go. You know what those kiddie pull ups are like, they’ll leak everywhere. Stand on the towel, and try not to completely lose control. See if you can just let enough out to get yourself to the toilet.”
“Hmm. Like one of your pre-emotive strikes?”
Amy grinned. “Exactly mate! It’s precisely what I try and do sometimes, especially at school.”
Nikki shuffled the towel around with her bare feet, then stood on the towel, legs slightly akimbo. Amy was going to turn around, and give her friend some privacy, but as usual, she had underestimated Nikki’s propensity for openly peeing herself if there was nobody but herself, and possibly Danny to see it.
The girl raised the nightie up above her belly button, exposing her flat stomach, and Amy watched on as Nikki looked down, and her toes curled.
Everything went quiet, and a few seconds later there was a muted hissing sound. The purple butterfly on the front of Nikki’s pull up started to swell, as some of the smaller pictures started to fade, and a line became visible.
Although Nikki wasn’t exactly way outside of the weight range that the little diapers were aimed at, she was still a lot bigger, and had a much larder bladder capacity than their intended users, and within a few seconds, the kiddie pull up was starting to sag, followed by a drop, then another drop, which quickly turned into a stream, that started running down her leg.
“Eww,” Nikki remarked under her breath, quickly squatting down on her haunches, making two identical streams emerge from each leg guard, and a loud splattering sound kept time with the ever-growing wet patch that was spreading rapidly towards, then underneath her feet.
“Christ Nik! Stop already! You’re overflowing!” Amy couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Nikki laughed. “I fucking can’t! I can’t stop!”
She had no choice but to remain in the squat position, until the drips and trickling subsided. Suddenly, she farted, then overbalanced backwards, with a loud, squishy plop. Silence remained for a second, then the girls made eye contact with each other, and burst out laughing at the same time.
“Oh. My. God! Nik! You fucking farted!”
Nikki couldn’t speak, in fact she could hardly breath from laughter. Of course Amy started laughing with her, before announcing loudly “Aw fuck. Thanks mate. I’ve just wet my own diaper again!”
The laughing continued for a couple of minutes, then subsided, but the girls had tears running down their faces, and Nikki had a snot bubble on her nose, which made them almost lose control again.
Eventually, they regained their composure and fully undressed together, diapers and all. Amy selected a fresh diaper to take with her clothes to the shower, while Nikki would have to wait until night time to put another one on. They wiped themselves clean with wet wipes, grabbed their clean clothes and towels, then headed towards their parents and a shower.
For the two minute walk it took to get there, Amy enjoyed walking around without a diaper, or even any underwear on beneath her baggy shorts.
Friday morning started with 6 wet diapers being added to the rubbish bin, by 6 different teenagers. |
Chapter 29
Nikki Gets A Surprise
The kids all gathered at the Camp Kitchen, where their parents were all currently eating or cooking breakfast. The other tradesmen had already eaten, and were preparing for the days work ahead. It seemed natural to split apart from their little gang, and sit with their parents instead. The mothers had been busy cooking up a mountain of bacon and eggs, and started handing out loaded plates to the hungry teenagers. Once everyone had their food, the separate family groups all found themselves chatting amiably together, although a lot of the conversations were muted to whispers, as certain parents asked somewhat embarrassing questions of their kids. Nikki glanced towards Scott, who was blushing brightly, while nodding his head and whispering to his father, obviously embarrassed about something, and she could warrant a fair guess as to what that might be. Her attention was soon drawn back to her mother, who was anxiously waiting to ask her own questions.
“So how did you go last night Nikster? Everything okay?”
Nikki shrugged, shovelling a mouthful of fried egg in before answering. “Yeah. It was okay mum. I slept well.”
“Did you wet?”
“Muuuuuuuummmm! Geez! Do you have to?”
“Have to what? Wash your clothes? Change your sheets? It’s a fair question young lady! You’re the one who begged me to let you wear nappies again, ‘Because you NEED them,’ remember?”
Nikki was mortified. “Aw fu..shit mum. Do we have to talk about this now?”
Paula sighed. “No Nik. It doesn’t require a conversation, just an answer. Do I need to clean your van while you girls are out today, that’s all?”
Nikki took a deep breath, let it out in an exaggerated manner, then replied. The question annoyed and embarrassed her, especially the reference to needing nappies, so she decided to answer a bit more honestly than she normally would.
“No mum. There’s nothing to clean. I didn’t wet the bed last night,”
Paula started to nod, but her daughter kept talking before she could formulate a reply.
“But I DID wet myself before I made it to the toilet. Are you happy now?”
Paula was shocked. Nikki having accidents wasn’t entirely unusual, but hearing her hiss a response like that was out of character. She realised then that her daughter was feeling very uncomfortable with the conversation. She reached out and gently stroked the girls arm, noticing that she had suddenly gone very red in the face.
“Aw honey. I’m sorry. Sorry that happened, and sorry I mentioned it. Are you okay? But, watch your language please miss. No need for you to swear about it, alright?”
Nikki just nodded, not trusting herself to speak in case she started to cry. She turned in Scotts direction, and saw his dad had a gentle arm draped around the boys shoulders, and was talking quietly to him. A glance in Dans direction showed a similar scene playing out. The boy was seated between his parents, and Peter was ruffling his sons shaggy head, obviously trying his best at an awkward ‘dad joke’ to try and lift Dans mood.
“That’s funny,” she thought. “Dan looked perfectly happy earlier on.”
Matthew was the only one who appeared to be having a normal conversation with his father. JJ was seated opposite his son, and having a conversation about what work they would be doing today.
Paula realised that Nikki was now officially angry with her, and no further chat was likely to change that just yet, so she simply shrugged, got up, and started collecting the dirty plates and cups. The slightly uncomfortable quiet soon dissipated, as Maria and Aiden came jogging over, both barefoot, and wearing black shorts. Maria’s were tight lycra cycling pants, and Aidens skinny legs protracted from baggy knee length basketball shorts. Rose squealed with mock surprise when her daughter ran up behind her and squeezed here tightly.
“Hi Mama!”
“Ah Maria, watchoo doing? You gotta wear shoes missy! I keepa telling you that!”
Maria snorted. “Don’t be silly Mama! You know I hate shoes. I’ll be fine!” Before Rose could reply, the girl had bounced across the kitchen to give Mario a big hug, which made the man grin from ear to ear.
“My princess! How are you today?”
“I’m good Papa. Don’t forget it’s my birthday tomorrow!” She winked at him, as Rose shouted to her husband.
“Hey! Old man! Can you tella you daughter she has to wear shoes and start acting like a lady nowa that she’s alla grown up?”
Maria stuck a cheeky tongue out at her mother. “That’s tomorrow Mama! Not today!”
Mario gave his youngest daughter a big squeeze, laughing at their byplay, while Rose rolled her eyes in classic Italian Mama style.
“You guys wanna some bacon or eggs? We got plenty left?”
“Not for me,” Maria replied. “We just had breakfast inside. Aiden might though. Could we have some of that juice please?” She pointed at a large container of fruit juice, and started setting up a couple of large glasses before anyone answered.
Aiden felt a bit weird. His father was nowhere to be seen, and all his friends were with their folks, but he relaxed a bit when he spied his dad walking towards them. He almost ran across to meet him, but that certainly wouldn’t be cool in front of his mates, so he stayed put, accepting an enormous glass of juice from Maria, which made Rose raise an eyebrow.
“Hey missy. Don’t you go wasting that juice. Thatsa ‘spensive, ya know?”
Her daughter grinned. “Don’t worry mama. Me and Aiden won’t waste a bit, will we Aiden? Promise!”
“Itsa Aiden and I,” Rose corrected, which made Maria snort.
“Really mama? Since when do you teach me English, huh?”
She screamed when Rose turned around threateningly, and flicked a dish cloth at her, then hid behind her father as Rose approached.
This bit of lighthearted family fun soon had everyone present laughing along, and all the tension drained away from the group. Once the laughter died down, Peter stood up, walked into the centre of the kitchen, cleared his throat, and started addressing the group as a whole, and they all fell silent. His speech was short and to the point, although it didn’t exactly pan out the way that everyone was hoping for.....
“Alright guys and girls. Listen up. Welcome to your first day of hard labour.”
This was met with some polite chuckles.
“Our plan is, to have you guys helping us out as trades assistants until around mid afternoon. Don’t panic, we won’t make you work all day, not on your holidays. But, you will be paid an appropriate adult wage for the hours you work, so we expect you to actually work hard, listen carefully, do as your told, and don’t muck around. Understood?”
The teens all nodded solemnly. Peter was addressing them as adults, not as a bunch of silly kids, which was a nice change after school.
“To start with, you can all begin working with your respective parents, at least for now. As the jobs progress and evolve, you’ll work for whom ever needs you the most at any given time. Now excuse me a second girls, while I address the boys separately for a moment. Guys, you’re in year eight now, and it’s time you start giving some serious thought as to what you want to do after year 12. You might want to go to college or University, or you might want to learn a trade instead. I’m sure whatever you decide upon will be fine, but this is to give you a taste of manual trades work, which can be physically tiring, but rewarding, both personally and financially. None of your fathers are going to be disappointed if you decide that a tradesmans life isn’t for you....”
As he talked, Nikki bristled a bit in silence. Originally, she had hoped to work with Scott, but after listening to him talk excitedly about how much he was looking forward to working with his dad, she had decided not to interfere. But she would’ve been very happy to work with her brother, Troy. After all, why couldn’t girls do the same work as boys? What if she wanted to be a builder, plumber, or electrician? It was so totally unfair and sexist! Although, admittedly, she didn’t have much of an idea as to what career she would eventually pursue, unlike Amy, who had decided years ago that she wanted to be a paediatric nurse.
Nikki sighed. Knowing that she was going to be stuck with the women meant a lot of cooking and cleaning, and she wasn’t a big fan of either option. But if what Mr Jacobs said was true, then perhaps she might get a chance to try some manual labor as well at some point.
But the next thing that he said, made her mood deteriorate even more, especially when he pointedly looked at her whilst saying it.
“Also gang, if you need to use the toilet, especially for, um, number twos, I suggest you do so now. JJ and his crew will be taking the roof off the toilet block today, then I’ll need to re-wire it, before Shaun can finish painting, so it will be the porta-loos only for a couple of days...”
Nikki blushed, knowing that this was aimed specifically in her direction. Her dislike of portable toilets was well known, and although it was a bit childish and embarrassing, she just couldn’t help it. But she gritted her teeth and smiled, as Paula gave her leg an encouraging squeeze.
The meeting wrapped up, with the boys all walking off talking animatedly with their respective fathers, each one of them excited for the day ahead. Aiden looked for Maria, and saw her talking to her mum, so he hurried along to catch up with his own father.
“Um, Daddy, uh, I mean dad?”
Sean stopped, and put an arm around the boy’s shoulder, trying not to smile at the fact that his son had said “daddy” accidentally.
“Yeah Tiger? What’s up?”
“Ahh, um, do you like want me to work with you as well? I totally don’t mind. It’s be cool, you know, like if you wanted me too?”
Sean squeezed him gently.
“Mate, I’d really like that, but not today. I’ll be working up on the ladder for most of it, and there’s not much for you to do. But if you want to help me later on, maybe tomorrow or something, I’d really like that. But you don’t have to.”
Aiden grinned. Unlike the other boys, he didn’t go to work with his father very often, and when his dad told him to enjoy his holiday, and have fun just playing with Maria, without asking him any embarrassing questions about wetting the bed, his grin only widened.
“Thanks dad. Love you,” he said, before turning around to run back to Maria.
“Love you too Tiger,” Sean replied, happy that his previously lonely little boy had finally found a nice group of kids to play with.
Nikki held back as well, tugging on Paula’s sleeve, surreptitiously dragging her to one side. Paula knew exactly what was coming, even before Nikki opened her mouth.
“Muuummmm, what am I supposed to do? I can’t use those damn porta-loos, I just can’t! The toilet block is bad enough!”
Paula shrugged, and tried to give an encouraging smile. “Not much you can do sweetie. Just go and use the toilet now I guess. Make good use of it now while it’s available. I’m sure if you need to go later, Rose won’t mind you going to The Lodge.”
“But, that’s way over there mum. Look. Obviously if I needed to poop, I’d walk over there, but it’s a long way to go just to pee!”
“So? Just go pee in the bush Nik. You’ve done that before. There’s heaps of spots behind the vans.”
Nikki looked affronted. “Eeewwww mum! That’s gross! Besides, what would I, you know, like wipe with? I’ll get pee in my knickers!”
Paula almost bit her tongue. For her daughter to suddenly have an aversion to wet knickers was almost funny. But, at the same time, she felt guilty for upsetting the girl when she asked her if she’d wet the bed. There was no doubt that the poor kid had felt embarrassed when asked, and Paula mentally kicked herself for asking her like she had, especially in public, even though it was a whispered question. It’s just that dealing with Nikki’s occasional bed wetting, or accidents, was something that she was used to asking or talking about, but she should have realised that this morning’s question was a bit inappropriate. Although Paula still remained unconvinced that all of Nikki’s mishaps were not avoidable. She certainly didn’t think that the kid actually deliberately wet herself, unless she was wearing a diaper. Then, Paula had little doubt that she sometimes did it on purpose, but that was put down to laziness more than anything.
Shit. Dealing with teenagers was difficult! Especially if they suffered with issues that other kids their own age had long grown out of. It was one of the reasons she was glad that Nik had found friends in Amy, Dan, and even Scott. At least they had each other to talk too.
Suddenly, she had an idea.
“Nik, why not just put one of your pull ups on?”
Nikki looked aghast. “What? You want me to use a diaper?”
“Not to pee in silly. But if you need to go, you can go in the bush, and you won’t have to wipe. It doesn’t matter if you drip into that, does it?”
Nikki’s heart started racing, but she kept her expression neutral. After over-exaggerating her bed wetting for a couple of years, but still being refused protection, she had been resigned to never wearing diapers again, until she had met Amy and Dan. Then, she had connived to convince her mother that pull ups were necessary for this trip, just in case.
Now, her mother was actually telling her to wear one! During the day! In public! Nikki actually felt a bit sick with excitement! Today’s chores suddenly looked a whole lot better. She would work side by side with her best friend, and they would be diapered together! This was way beyond totally radical.
“Are you sure Mum? I mean, I know you don’t like me wearing them, and I’ve only got enough for our stay here?”
Paula hugged her daughter.
“Nik, let’s look at this as an exception to the norm. I know how much you hate porta-loos. We all do. I know you’ll end up trying to hold on, and you’ll end up having an accident, so just wear one. I’ll get some more in town later if I have to. But Nik, I really don’t want you to just use them because you’re wearing them, ok?”
“Muuuuummmmm....”
“No Nik. I mean it. You can pee in the bush, or go to the house, but not just deliberately wet yourself for no reason, ok? They’re there to help you, not make you lazy, alright?”
Nikki nodded solemnly, trying unsuccessfully to hide the grin that was trying to sneak onto her face.
“Ok mum. I get it. Thanks!”
She kissed Paula on the cheek, then ran off to the toilet, where she would try her hardest to poop for the last time. She hoped that she could do this without peeing much, because now, at last, she could wear her little pull ups all day.
Paula shook her head as her daughter ran off. She had absolutely no doubt at all that the kid would end up wetting herself, probably more than once, now that she was able too. She shrugged. Some day soon they would have to have a good, long talk about this. But not now. Not on this holiday.
Meh. The kid was almost grown up, but not quite. If wearing a pull up would help her, then did it really matter that much if she actually enjoyed it? Paula thought it did matter. It just wasn’t normal.
But, at the end of the day, they hadn’t had a family holiday in forever, and she was prepared to let the girl just be a kid again, for what would probably be the last time. |
Chapter 30
Game Time
Amy helped the ladies clean away the breakfast mess before heading to the toilet, and was halfway there when she saw Nikki leave the building, and run off towards the van. After she finished her business, she pulled up her still dry diaper and shorts, washed her hands, and walked outside, just in time to see Nikki walking back, but wearing different clothes than before. Her t-shirt and leggings had been swapped in favour of a yellow cotton sundress, with delicate patterns of flowers on it, and it finished just above her knees.
“What happened Nik? Wet ya pants or something?” This was said as a joke, and Amy chuckled as she said it.
“Nup. Not yet anyway,” Nikki replied with a grin. “But come here a second. Check this out!”
She grabbed Amy’s arm, and dragged her back into the toilet block. “Anyone else in here?”
“No. Just me. Well us now I guess. What’s up?”
Nikki grinned, an excited flush spreading across her cheeks. “Look,” she half whispered, as she raised her dress up to her tummy, showing Amy the purple butterfly pull up she was wearing. “I couldn’t wear my leggings over this. It’d show through too much.”
Amy grinned, but slowly shook her head. “Wow Nik. Are you sure that’s a good idea? What if your mum finds out? She’ll flip!”
“That’s the good thing! Mums the one who told me to wear one! For real! She’s even going to get me some more.”
“Bullshit! Really?”
“Totally!”
“Why?”
“Cause of the toilets being closed!”
“So your mum is letting you wear your sleep pants to pee in?”
Nikki dropped her dress, and smoothed it out. “Not exactly. But now I can go pee in the bush, and I won’t get my undies wet.”
Amy giggled, and punched her friend lightly on the arm. “Ha! Like that would bother you anyway!”
Nikki laughed, and they walked outside together, just as JJ’s workers arrived with some scaffolding.
“Hey Nik, you’ve just given me an idea. There’s something I’ve wanted to try for a long time.....”
Nikki was intrigued. The tone of voice Amy used indicated a cunning plan of some description.
“Oh yeah? What? Fill me in.”
She lowered her voice, and leaned in closer. “I really wanna see if I can learn to pee like a boy. You know? Like standing up and somehow aiming I guess?”
Nikki shrieked, then burst out laughing. “Oh my God! Really? Why?”
Amy shrugged. “Dunno really. I’d just really like to try. I’ve watched Danny pee before, and it looks like fun. You know, being able to aim and stuff, plus not having to squat down outside. Have you ever watched a boy peeing before?”
“ Not Scott. I’ve seen Troy doing it before, like when we were kids, years ago. You’re right though. It does look like fun. What do you wanna do?”
“I think if we drink a bit, and I pay attention enough to hold on and not wet myself first, we can sneak behind one of the vans and try it. Maybe I should put a dress on too. It’d be much easier.”
They high fived each other with a laugh, and Amy ran back to the van to change, before they went back to help their mothers tidy up.
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“So, watcha wanna do?” Aiden looked at Maria, waiting for her ideas.
“Drink more,” she replied with a shrug.
“Geez Maria. I don’t know if I can. Not after that huge glass of juice. Maybe some water?”
“That’s fine. Water it is,” she replied, leading him back towards The Lodge. “Do you have to pee yet?”
Aiden had agreed to do the pee holding challenge, and deep down he was kind of excited about it, but also a bit scared at the same time. By now he wasn’t really concerned about having an accident in front of Maria, but he couldn’t bear to think about his friends, or any of the grownups, especially his father, catch him wetting himself. He thought that if the chance arose to wet himself safely, he would just do that, claiming it was an accident.
“Not really. Maybe a bit I guess. I mean, I could go if I tried I suppose, but it’s not bad yet. But Geez, that was an awful big glass of juice that we just had.”
She led them into the backyard, and headed towards a hose that was connected to a tap on the side of the house, which she turned on, leaned forward, and drank deeply from, before passing it to the boy, who followed her lead, and started drinking, spilling some on the front of his shirt.
“Lemme show you something,” Maria said. “Something I do when I’m doing a pee hold. It can really make you need to go bad.”
He handed the running hose over suspiciously, expecting her to squirt him with it, and not really caring very much if she did. It was starting to heat up already, and if he got soaked with the hose, it wouldn’t matter if he wet himself.
“Stand here,” she instructed, pointing to a bare patch of soft earth near the garden bed, and he complied, bracing himself to get soaked.
But she didn’t soak him. All she did was aim the gently running water at his knees, taking great care not to get his clothes wet. The water was cool, and tickled slightly as it ran down his legs, and the dirt turned to mud beneath his bare feet. Suddenly, he shifted uncomfortably, and his hand automatically grabbed and tugged at the front of his shorts, and his feet squelched in the muddy puddle.
“Oh! Oh wow! Yeah. You’re right. That does make it harder,” he exclaimed, which is when he noticed that his boyhood was starting to get harder as well, so he stopped squeezing it.
“My turn,” Maria chirped happily, turning the hose onto her own legs, and splashing her feet in the puddle. They stood facing each other for a couple of minutes, squelching the mud between their toes, and occasionally jumping up and down to splash each other, while their potty dancing intensified.
“How about now? Aiden? Do you need to pee anymore now? I do,” she said, as she tugged distractedly at the lycra shorts around her bottom.
Aiden found his hand had somehow made it onto the front of his pants again, and he grinned. “Yeah. It definitely does. But I’m still ok. I’m not going to, you know, like have an accident or nothing. Not yet.”
Maria grinned at him. “I didn’t think you would. Aiden. At least not yet. But I’ll bet that you need to go much more worse than you did before though!”
He giggled and returned the grin. She was right! He definitely did need to go worse than before.
Eventually Maria stepped out of the mud, and started washing the muddy spots off her legs, before concentrating on her now brown feet. She couldn’t help giggling as she tried to keep her balance as she lifted up one foot at a time and hosed them off, before passing the hose to him to do the same.
He finished rinsing the mud off, and took a glance at his friend, who was subtly shifting her weight from one foot to the other, and an evil idea struck him. He suddenly put his finger over the end of the hose pipe, making it spray, then aimed it at Maria’s face!
She squealed with surprise, and tried to step back, but her feet slipped on the wet grass, and she stumbled backwards onto her bottom, and tried to scoot away backwards.
“STOP! STOP! AIDEN! OHHHHH. IM WETTING MYSELF!”
He took his finger of the hose, and aimed it away, while Maria bent her legs, putting her feet flat on the wet grass, and raised her knees. They both watched as her crotch started to glisten, and a bubbling fountain of pee forced its way through the tight fabric, and ran down towards her bottom. She couldn’t do anything but watch, and wait for it to eventually trickle to a stop.
Aiden went cold. Even though he knew that the idea was for them to lose control, he still had that familiar feeling of dread that overwhelms most kids when they, or their playmate has a potty accident. It usually ends with tears and trouble from the grownups.
But, instead, Maria sat there on the wet grass laughing, and shaking her head.
“You cheated! That’s not fair!”
Feeling relieved that she wasn’t upset or mad, he joined her laughter. “Huh. I thought you could hold on for ages! You didn’t even make two hours!”
“Totally your fault,” she said, clambering to her feet. “It’s impossible to hold on while you’re being squirted with water! Here. Give me the hose, and I’ll do you. See how you go!”
Grinning broadly, Aiden handed the hose over. She put her finger over the flow to make it spray, and aimed it at him, while he stood still and held his hands out to the side. The fine spray was cold, and he let out a high pitched squeal of surprise, but he didn’t flinch. He was secretly happy to get wet, so he could safely pee his pants and get it over with, but Maria kept the water aimed mostly at his head and upper body, avoiding his shorts, leaving them almost unscathed.
“Come on,” he squealed. “Get me wet down there, so I can pee!”
“Uh uh,” she replied. “You don’t get to just give up. I want you to have a real accident.”
It didn’t look like that was going to happen though, although his need to go certainly did increase substantially, so she gave up, determined not to get his shorts too wet before he did. Instead, she pulled the front of her own bicycle shorts open, and stuck the hose in them, giggling and squealing as the cold water poured over her private area, and ran out the bottom, over her already wet legs.
“Aiden! Look! It looks like I’m wetting myself again,” she almost yelled, causing him to shush at her, while he looked nervously around.
“Stop stressing,” she said. “Nobody can hear us.” She removed the hose from her pants, and turned it off.
“The great thing about these, is that they dry super fast, “she explained. “Especially since I didn’t put any underpants on!”
“Aidens mouth hung open. “Wait. What? Why?”
“Because we’re having a holding competition, silly! I knew I’d pee myself at some point, so why wear knickers?”
Aiden nodded. “That’s actually a great idea,” he said. “I didn’t think about it. I might go take mine off as well. I wanna put my flip flops on anyway, my feet are getting sore.”
“Ok. You go do that, I’ll get us something to drink. I need to catch up with you again, and you need to keep drinking too.”
His hand found itself onto the front of his barely damp shorts, and he tugged at himself. He didn’t want to admit it, but his own urgency was starting to really build up now, especially since he’d gotten wet. But he didn’t argue, knowing it would be pointless anyway. So he slipped inside to his bedroom while Maria got them a bottle of Coke each to drink.
Meanwhile, Amy and Nikki were drinking lots as well, giggling and whispering to each other about how exciting it would be to pee like a boy soon. |
Chapter 31.
Nikki Gets Her Wish.
The girls worked with the women for another hour, helping to make salad and buttering bread for the midday meal. Ham and salad rolls were the menu for lunch today. It wasn’t exactly exciting work, and they both complained mildly to their respective parents, who assured them that yes, there wasn’t a lot to do just at the moment, but they would definitely get a chance to work with the boys at some stage.
“It’s so totally not fair,” Nikki moaned. “Really sexist! I thought we were going to get a chance to try proper work, not just household chores! We should get a go at the building or maintenance stuff as well!”
Paula and Sonia agreed, but pointed out that they didn’t have much say in it yet, but they assured the girls that they would get a chance to try the manual labor as well, although they would have to wait until a job came up that they could help with. Sonia asked her daughter why she had changed into a dress, and Amy simply replied that she had gotten dressed for outside work at first, but since they weren’t doing that, the dress was cooler and more comfortable. Paula didn’t question Nikki, because she was well aware of why her daughter had gotten changed. By ten thirty, the lunchtime meal was all but ready, and the ladies happily agreed to follow Rose to the Lodge for a much needed coffee break. The teenagers declined that invitation however, choosing to hang out and explore the park instead. By this stage, they had managed to finish off the remaining juice, and fill their water bottles up with ice water before their exploration began.
“Ugh. Thank God they’re gone,” Nikki said to Amy. “The olds are gonna drive me nuts if I have to listen to them all day.”
Amy agreed, and suggested that they should charge their Bluetooth speakers up, so they could at least listen to music while they worked.
“It’s funny,” Amy commented. “I’ve hardly touched my phone since I’ve been here! I’m usually lost without it, but I didn’t even bring it with me today.”
Nikki agreed, and said that she really did want to take some pictures of the place to share on Instagram and Facebook, but she just hadn’t gotten around to it as yet. “I guess we’ve been kind of busy since we got here,” she said. “What with setting up the vans, going to the beach and shit. But you’re right. I didn’t even see Scotty touch his phone yesterday, and he doesn’t usually go more than a few minutes without checking it.”
“Yeah. Dans not as bad, but you’re right. I guess he doesn’t do the social media as much. Not since he got bullied so much at his last school. I know how much it hurt him.”
They continued to make small talk as they headed to their van, ignoring the obvious topic of conversation until they were safely inside. While Amy was digging in her bag for her speaker, Nikki checked her phone before broaching the secret topic.
“So, are you still dry? Ready to try out your boy-pee experiment?”
Amy slipped a hand under her dress, and put her index finger inside the leg guard of her adult diaper.
“Um, I might’ve leaked just a little bit,” she answered without any shame or embarrassment. “I didn’t feel it happen, but my nappy feels a little damp, unless it’s just sweat?”
“Wow. I can’t imagine what that’s like for you. You know, like leaking without knowing? It must be bad?”
Amy shrugged, a wry grin on her face. “Well, I certainly wish it didn’t fucking happen, that’s for sure. But I’m used to it by now.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated for a few seconds. “Yeah. I guess I do need to go a bit. But it doesn’t feel urgent or anything. I mean I’ve gotta like really focus on it to feel it, so my bladder must be less than half full, or I would’ve probably already wet myself by now.”
Nikki grinned broadly. “I already have, just a little bit....”
Amy was surprised. “What? You had an accident, or....?”
“Nah. No accident. But I did let just a little bit out earlier. I was sooooo bored, I kind of kept relaxing my bladder for a few seconds at a time, to see how long I could go without leaking. Apparently it was about seven seconds.”
Amy almost choked. “You’re incredible Nik. You did that while your mum was there?”
Nikki nodded.
“What would’ve happened if that little kiddie pull up leaked? Your mum would’ve known straight away!”
“Meh. I only leaked a bit. I think. Here. Have a look.”
She lifted up her yellow dress, revealing a soggy and saggy looking pull up, that was faintly tinged with yellow around the crotch, with the purple butterfly now slightly faded. She pressed on it, enjoying the way it squished beneath her fingers.
“It’s ok, but it’ll leak if I did it again. I’ll leave it on until we try your experiment. Hey! Guess what?”
“What?”
“You remember how I told ya that mum was going to buy me more pull ups? Well I’m gonna ask her if she can get me some grownup ones, like yours.”
Amy had her doubts that that was a good idea, but Nikki just shrugged. “Meh. The worst she can do is say no.”
Amy relaxed on her bed, while Nikki sat at the small dining table, both of them enraptured with their phones. Neither of them were part of the “Cool” girls in year seven, but they did have some friends, and they spent some time updating their social media, and checking messages. Amy was distracted by two things, concentrating on not wetting her nappy, and watching how Nikki occasionally put her hand up under her dress, to touch or squeeze at the wet pull up she was wearing. The older girl allowed herself a small grin. She’d never met another girl who wet herself regularly before, especially on purpose, nor had she ever heard of anyone actually enjoying it like her friend did! For herself, Amy was a bit blasé about it. It was such a part of her life by now that it didn’t bother her as much as it used to, and yes, on occasion, wetting could certainly be fun, especially the naughty aspect, but she wished it didn’t happen, at least accidentally. If only she could be more like Nik, and enjoy choosing when and where to do it, instead of having accidents every day and night. But, she was wistfully accepting of it by now, and yes, it really could be fun sometimes, especially with Danny.
Amy stretched her legs and back, and was rewarded with a tiny trickle of warmth between her legs. It was time to go, before her bladder failed her yet again.
“Come on Nik. I definitely leaked a bit this time. Let’s go before it’s too late.
Nikki looked up, with one hand still gently pushing her squishy diaper, a big grin showing her slightly crooked teeth.
“I’m ready too,” she said. “I kinda need to really go this time, not just let a leak out. It’s funny how wearing a wet dipe can make it worse, isn’t it?”
Amy agreed, and carefully stood up, paying close attention to her holding muscles, praying that they wouldn’t betray her, as she slipped her feet into her slides, while Nikki donned her flip flops.
“Ready? Let’s do this thing,” the younger girl said with a whispered giggle, which Amy parroted, and they left the van, after doing a quick look around to make sure no one was around. The coast was clear. All the workmen and the boys were at the toilet block, or working on the front fence or gates, and their mothers were nowhere to be seen, obviously still at The Lodge with Rose.
Nikki paused. “Hey? Wanna smoke? I’ve only got a few left, and we won’t have to share with the boys?”
Amy was getting distracted now, but the idea of a smoke appealed.
“Sounds good Nik, but hurry up eh? I probably don’t have too long.” Nikki agreed, and ducked back inside quickly to get the cigarettes from her special hiding place, then they set off.
Even though they were alone, they spoke in giggly whispers, simply because it seemed appropriate under the circumstances.
“Let’s not do it here,” Amy quietly chuckled. “Let’s go up a few vans, further away.”
There was really no need to sneak, but sneak they did, feeling like they were thieves or something, trying to get away before they got caught, their youthful imaginations leading them along, not unlike Dan sneaking around the school camp at night, secretly pretending to be a soldier. They crept around to the back of their van, turned left, and snuck deeper into the park, occasionally bumping into each other, and trying their hardest not to laugh. It felt like such a naughty thing that they were doing, even though in reality it wasn’t, as they had been told to go pee in the bush, although they hadn’t been instructed to try doing it from a boys perspective.
“How about here?” Nikki whispered, after they had moved up the line by four vans. She was holding a bunched fist firmly against the front of her dress, right between her legs, as she jiggled around. “Commmme onnnnn! I really can’t hold it much longer mate!”
Amy could see how desperate her friend looked, although she wasn’t sure how much Nikki was exaggerating. Surely she wouldn’t need to go that badly yet? But, she did have a wet dipe on, and Amy knew that the psychological aspect of that really could intensify a girls need for release. She often wet herself first thing in the morning, before she could get to the bathroom, after waking up with a wet nappy on, but still needing to go more. It was like your body was screaming out “Come on! You’re already wet! Just let go!”
Amy pointed at a bush that was sticking out a bit. “Over there! Behind that!” Now she was getting close to their all natural “bathroom,” her own need to go was steadily increasing.
Behind the bush was a small, semi-circular “clearing,” about 12 foot, or 3.5 meters wide, and the bush was too high and thick to see over, and the grass was short and soft. There was a fallen branch off to one side, like a big natural bench seat, and Nikki put the cigarettes behind it.
“Perfect!” Amy declared with satisfaction, as her excitement levels kept building.
Nikki was bouncing from foot to foot, tugging at the side of her dress, potty dancing like a small child. “How do we do this thing Ames?”
Amy shrugged. “I don’t know, you idiot! I’ve never done this before either! I guess we pull our dresses up, nappies down, let go, and try to aim somehow? I think we should take our shoes off first though....”
“Let’s stand beside each other,” Nikki suggested. “Like the boys do. Well see who can get the furthest!”
The girls took their positions, backs to the bush, both of them grinning and bouncing around, their need for relief glaringly obvious to anyone who could see them, and Nikki looked expectantly at Amy, waiting to follow her lead.
The bigger girl took a deep breath, reached under her dress, and gently tugged her adult pull up halfway down her thighs, then lifted her dress up as high as she could, kind of twisting it around to the left, and using her arm to pin it out of the way. Her private areas were fully exposed, but there was only Nikki there to see it, and she’d seen it all before anyway. Amy looked down into her big nappy, and saw that it was a bit stained in the middle, but nowhere near needing to be changed. Maybe the little leak that she had felt in the van was indeed the only tiny accident that she’d had, and that hadn’t been much more than a little squirt. The feeling of sun and fresh air “down there” was very freeing and liberating for the girl who wore diapers 24/7, and apart from a swimsuit, never wore panties, and she shivered with the naughty pleasure of being unclothed down there, although it did feel a bit scary somehow.
Nikki took up her position on Amy’s left, and copied her, pulling her little pull up down to just above her knees, which she spread slightly to keep it from falling off, and she pulled her dress up high, holding it in place with her arm. The inside of her nappy was definitely wetter than what Amy’s was.
The barefoot giggling girls bobbed up and down as they chuckled, openly looking at each other with no pretence of embarrassment, their private parts fully on display, nappies pulled down and on show.
“What now?” Nikki whispered.
“We pee I guess,” Amy shrugged. “Try to aim it somehow.”
Both of them needed to go, but it didn’t just magically happen either. Amy in particular found that weird, as she could pee herself without even knowing it was happening sometimes, and now, she couldn’t seem to start.
“Oh!” Nikki grunted. “Oh! Here it comes Ames! Here it comes! I’m doing it!”
She thrust her hips forward, her face showing a mask of concentration, as a sharp stream of urine shot out, and went straight into her little diaper.
“Shit,” she muttered, and moved her hand, peeing all over it, but only managing to direct the stream towards her leg instead.
Amy was watching, fully enthralled, and felt her own bladder trying to release, but it didn’t. She even pushed a bit, but nothing happened.
“Ugh. It’s like I’ve got stage fright or something,” she muttered.
Nikki thought that that was hilarious, and she snorted with laughter. “Pffft! Stage fright?”
Laughing had made her hunch forward, and her hand slipped fully into her pee stream, making it fan out, like a spoon held under a running faucet, and her hot pee spread like a fan, running down both her legs, as well as straight through her fingers, and into and all over her pull up.
“Ohhhhhh! I’m peeing in my didee,” she almost screamed.
Now Amy had always found that word somewhat hilarious, and this was no different. She uttered a chortling giggle, and just like that, her fingers started getting wet.
“Fucking didee! Nik! I’m peeing!”
Her aim was only marginally better than her friends was. At first, she simply peed all over her hand, directing her stream all over her legs and diaper, as she tried to manipulate her pee hole for some aim. By the time she’d managed to get her stream arcing in front of her, it had weakened, and was basically splattering loudly onto the front of her nappy, and onto her feet.
“Ohhhh yuuuuuck,” she said, but kept giggling the whole time, as Nikki was as well.
When they had finished, they stood there laughing, their legs and feet covered with pee, diapers drenched both inside and out, and their right hands saturated. They looked at each other, and burst out into real laughter, as they simultaneously pulled their legs together, letting their wet diapers simply fall to the ground around their ankles with a heavy plopping sound.
“Yeah. Yucks right,” Nikki said as she giggled, stepping out of her nappy, her legs and feet glistening in the sun. “What the fuck do we do now Ames?”
Amy grinned, stepping out of her diaper, then shrugged, and pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her in just a sports bra. “Sit here and dry off in the sun,” she suggested.
Nikki smiled nervously, but followed Amy’s lead, pulling her own dress over her head, leaving her dressed in only a sleeveless girls singlet, grey, with pink straps and trims, and little pink mushrooms decorating it. She didn’t appear to be at all uncomfortable about standing there with no pants on, although she did place an arm protectively across her chest. Nikki really looked up at the older girl, almost worshiped her in fact, especially her natural good looks. It was a real sense of annoyance for her that as of yet, she still didn’t really need a bra, while Amy’s lycra sports bra was filled out very nicely. Even though she was fully aware that her best friend was more than a year older than what she was, she yearned to one day have a bigger chest, just like Amy’s.
“Smoke?” Nikki said, more to break the sudden silence.
Amy agreed, and they both lit up, taking a seat beside each other on the smooth log, their bare bottoms wriggling until they got comfortable, and they stretched their legs out, wiggling their toes in the sun, which felt lovely on their bare skin. The longer they sat there, the more comfortable Nikki felt, and she soon stopped trying to cover her chest, although she did sigh silently. Even little Maria had bigger boobs than she did! So unfair.
Her cigarette was nearly finished, when she stood up. “You know what? I think I could pee again. I don’t think I let it all out before.”
“Go for it Nik,” Amy said with a smile, and so she did.
Her cigarette dangling loosely from the corner of her mouth, she squatted down a few feet away, still right beside the log, and facing her friend, holding the front of her singlet up high against her tummy, and Amy watched as a fresh stream suddenly erupted from between her friends legs. It wasn’t as strong as before, nor did it last as long, but it arced out a bit, before splattering noisily onto the ground in front of her scrunched up toes.
“Huh! That got more distance than when I was trying before,” she remarked, which made Amy snort and giggle, suddenly feeling a familiar warmth underneath her bottom. She looked down in surprise, and saw a stream darkening the log between her legs, and around the sides of her bare bottom, making her squeal.
“Oh! I’ve wet myself Nik! Or at least I would’ve if I was actually wearing pants I suppose!”
She jumped up, faced Nikki, and assumed the same squatting position, and Nikki could see the fresh pee glistening on her friends thighs. It didn’t take long for either of them to finish, but they watched each other doing it until they had. Once they stood up, they saw the big wet spot on the log where Amy had been sitting, and both laughed at it.
“What happened?” Nikki asked, pointing at the wet log with the little trails running off the front and back.
“Dunno. It just sorta happened, like when you started peeing, I was watching, and the next thing I started going as well. Didn’t even feel it until it happened. What about you? You just peed a few minutes ago. Why did you need to go again straight away?”
Nikki shrugged. “It wasn’t like I absolutely NEEDED to go again, but I got the feeling like I COULD, ya know?”
Amy nodded sagely. “And before, when you were dancing around before we did it, do you think that was partly because your nappy was already a bit wet?”
Nikki grinned. “Definitely! Don’t YOU get that? That feeling like if you’re already a bit wet, then you sorta need to go more?”
“Sometimes. First thing in the morning mostly, like if I’ve wet in my sleep, but need to go after I’ve woken up. I’ll never make it to the bathroom, and there’s one attached to my room”
They laughed at that, before Amy continued. “But my dipe spends a lot of time being wet, and I don’t always feel the need to go anyway, or even when I do go mostly I guess, but I know what you mean mate.”
They lapsed into silence again, legs stretched out, drying in the sun. Amy thought it was nice that they felt so comfortable around each other, that they could sit there naked from the waist down, and not feel awkward, although she noticed how Nikki kept covering her chest with her arm. Knowing how her friend felt about her lack of chest development, she spoke casually to her.
“That’s a really pretty top, Nik. I haven’t seen that one before. Is it new? Gimme a better look.”
Nikki beamed with pleasure at Amy giving her a compliment, and Amy noticed immediately, making a mental note to do it more often. She, better than anyone else, (Except for Paula and Troy,) knew that behind Nikki’s rather brash exterior, was a young girl who was battling with her own body-image monsters. A lot of her over-the-top confidence was merely a facade for the shy person hiding underneath. The fact that most of her friends were older than her was a factor. It was only a year, but the difference between thirteen and fourteen could be huge. At least Amy was still in the same grade as her, and could help shoulder the burden of year seven.
The younger girl beamed with pleasure at the compliment, standing up, and pulling her top tight against her so Amy could get a better look was a telling fact. She had absolutely no issues with standing there with no pants on, but felt uncomfortable about her upper body.
“Thanks Ames! Yeah, it’s new. Mum got it for me. Do you really like it? I thought it was a bit babyish?”
Amy rolled her eyes. “And wearing a pull up isn’t?”
Nikki laughed, punching Amy lightly on the arm. “Well yeeaaahhh, I suppose, but.....” and she shrugged, which made them both laugh.
They were dry now, and pulled their dresses back on, rolled up their wet diapers, and headed back.
“We can’t have a shower yet Ames, but maybe a swim?” Nikki suggested.
“Nuh-Uh. Nearly lunchtime Nik. Our mums will want us to help serve lunch.”
“But we’re covered in pee! What are we going to do?”
“Have a wash in the van I guess. We have cold water at least. It’ll have to do.”
The women weren’t back out yet, so the kids took their time. They filled the sink with cold water and some soap, took their dresses off again, before scrubbing themselves thoroughly from the waist down, including their grubby feet. They chatted as they washed, feeling no embarrassment whatsoever about being naked from the waist down as they washed. Once they were clean and dry, they put fresh diapers on again, a big plain white adult pull up for Amy, and a brightly coloured kiddie pull up with a purple butterfly on the front for Nikki. Both of them commented to each other how they wished they were wearing the other person’s diapers! Nikki again reiterating how she was going to ask her mum to get her some grownup ones. Once they were dressed, and wet diapers safely bagged, they headed outside, seeing their mothers again approaching the camp kitchen. Both Paula and Sonia waved at the girls as they took their heavy plastic bags towards the skip bin. The girls did pause there for a moment, hoping that their boyfriends might be around, but they weren’t, so they walked back to their mums at the kitchen.
Paula had seen her daughter throwing the plastic bag into the rubbish, and she discreetly pulled her young teenager to one side. She was dreading the upcoming conversation, but felt they had to have it. Paula and Sonia had been talking with each other, as well as Sue, about their teenagers wetting problems, and Paula wasn’t convinced that all of her daughters accidents were exactly that. Accidents. But she remembered how her girl had fired up when it was last mentioned. The other mothers had been sympathetic, but agreed that perhaps Paula needed to make sure that her daughter wasn’t simply using her dislike of porta-loos wasn’t just an overblown excuse to wear diapers like her friends did.
“I saw you throwing that bag out Nikster. What happened? Did you wet yourself?” She steeled herself for a meltdown. But was surprised when Nikki just smiled, and answered softly and sweetly, even managing a slight chuckle.
“Ha! Not really mum, but sorta kinda I guess! I didn’t really like you know, pee my pants, but they got a bit wet. I did a wee in the bushes, like you said I could, and I made it, really I did! But I kind of made a bit of a mess of it as well. I guess I probably wasn’t like, you know? Like squatting over enough? I pulled my, um, you know, “pants” down, but I sort of peed on them a bit. I’m sorry. Are you mad?”
She looked at her mother with her big brown puppy dog eyes, and a worried, nervous expression, and Paula bought it on the spot. The way Nikki explained it, made absolute sense, and she could completely understand how it could happen. After all, the kid wasn’t used to just popping a squat outside. She gave the girl a brief squeeze around the shoulders.
“Don’t be silly baby girl. Of course I’m not mad. These things happen. That’s why I’m letting you wear your pull ups, remember? I just wanted to make sure you weren’t being lazy because you had them on, that’s all.”
Nikki returned the hug.
“I know mum. I already promised you that I wouldn’t do that, didn’t I? But, I did kind of want to ask you something though, if that’s alright?”
Paula relaxed. Nikki was obviously telling the truth, and she hadn’t exploded upon being questioned. Best to maintain the peace.
“Fire away Nikster. What do you want to ask?”
Nikki hesitated, and looked around, making sure that they weren’t being overheard, and she lowered her voice into a conspirational tone.
“You know how you said that I could wear my pull ups during the day, and you’d get me some more?”
“Yes Nik, and I will. We’ll be going into town to shop either later today or tomorrow. You have a new packet. More than enough for the moment, but I will definitely buy you some more, yes.”
Nikki lowered her eyes, the plan that she had was now in motion. The first step, to be allowed to wear pull ups to bed, had been successful. Part two, wearing during the day, was already in play. Now for part three....
“That’s the thing mum. These kids pull ups are a bit fragile, like I’m a bit big for them or something.”
This was a blatant lie. They fitted her perfectly, but she was banking on her mother not actually doing a physical inspection. If she tried, Nikki would overreact, and make a fuss about it, claiming an overwrought embarrassment.
“You probably are a bit big for them sweetheart. You are a teenager, remember? They’re designed for ki.... for people a lot smaller than what you are.” She had managed to stop herself before saying “kids,” as she knew that would only upset her, and was pleased when Nikki apparently hadn’t noticed. She continued on, moving away from that part of the conversation. Really, talking to Nikki could be like walking on eggshells sometimes!
“What do you mean, “fragile”? Don’t they fit? I got you the largest size they had. What’s wrong with them?”
Nikki gave an embarrassed looking shrug.
“Nothing really I suppose mum. I mean they fit nice to go to bed in. But when I’m walking around a lot, like now, the sides are a bit weak I guess. I tore the sides a bit when I pulled it down to pee. Even if I didn’t end up, you know, wetting in it like I did, I woulda had to change it anyway. It woulda just ripped right off as soon as I started to walk I reckon.”
Paula considered this. Nikki seemed so genuine, and what she was saying made a lot of sense. After all, they were designed for 5-8 year olds, and although her daughter was skinny, she probably was too big for them.
“Ok. So what can I do about it honey? There isn’t a bigger size.”
Nikki dropped her eyes, and blushed. The fact that she could almost blush on cue was just another fact that Paula didn’t know.
“Um, I was thinking that maybe I could try the adult ones? The ones like Amy wears?”
Paula was taken aback. “Jesus Nik. Really? I don’t think you need those! I’m only letting you wear Goodnights because the bloody toilets are closed! They’re supposed to be helpful if you need to pee in the bush, not to just give you something to wet whenever you feel like it!”
The puppy dog eyes came into play once more. “Aw muuuuummmm, that’s not fair! You know I wouldn’t do that!”
“Actually Nik, I don’t know that at all. Jesus mate. You’re thirteen! You don’t need diapers!”
Nikki hurriedly agreed. “Yeah mum. I know. Really I do. But I’m not gonna just start wetting myself! Promise! It’s just they would fit better, and wouldn’t rip open when I walk or squat down.”
“What about Scott? How would he feel if he knew that his girlfriend was wearing diapers? It’s bad enough that I’m letting you wear pull ups!”
“I’m sure Scotty wouldn’t mind Mum. After all, he wears the grownup ones to bed as well.”
Paula sighed, feeling like she had already lost the argument.
“He doesn’t wear them during the day mate. Besides, they’re a lot more expensive than Goodnights...”
“I’ll pay you back mum. As soon as I get paid. Promise!”
Paula went quiet, trying to process everything before answering. After a few moments, she placed a gentle hand on her daughters shoulder, and spoke gently.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do Nik. I’ll buy them for you. You don’t have to pay me back, that’s not the issue. The issue is that you’re a teenager, who doesn’t really need diapers, except maybe at night, at least while we’re here, I’ll give you that much. I’d rather you wore protection rather than wet the bed. But, I’m really not on board with you just wearing them to pee in because you’re “Too Scared” to use the damn porta-loo.”
Nikki began to interrupt, but Paula silenced her with a raised hand.
“Nope. Zip it miss. Let me finish. I said I’ll buy them for you, but, if I even begin to suspect that you’re deliberately wetting yourself, do you know what I’ll do?”
Nikki was so excited that she didn’t trust herself to speak, so she just shook her head.
Paula made direct eye contact with her.
“If you take advantage of this, I’ll tell Troy, AND Scott what you’ve been wearing, got it?”
Nikki looked humble, but she hugged Paula, and kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks mummy,” she said. “I’ll be good. Promise.”
Paula hugged her back, and Nikki ran off to join Amy, then Paula brushed a tear away. Nikki wasn’t a hugger or kisser, and hadn’t called her Mummy in years.
What the hell. Did it really matter if the kid wore them for a couple of weeks? Maybe. But she would let her, although she planned to keep a closer eye on her. |
I've been staying off the story buisness for a while, with a lot of important (and not so important) work in my way, and it's time I got back on track. Over the weeks I've thought of a good idea of a multi-chapter story thing that I've held back or quite a while now, so here you go.
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Chapter 1: Buizel on the Bus
*Emolga's POV*
It was a nice and lovely morning in the world of pokemon. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and the lake near town is crystal clear. It's the perfect place for me and my best bud to relax and catch up on each other's lives.
me: Ah, you were right, Snivy. This really is a nice spot to relax.
Snivy: Well, I've been here for a while, and this IS a popular spot in the town. I decided we could stay here for a bit.
Snivy and I had a chat for a bit to explain to each other what interesting things went on while we lost contact with each other. After a few minutes of chatting, a man wearing a blue cap came up to the spot we were at and kneeled down to reach our height.
man: Oh hey, I recognize you guys. Do you know a kid with a green hoodie who lives in the town nearby?
Snivy: Yeah we know him.
Snivy nodded so that he would understand.
man: Oh good. If you see him, could you give him this? It's pretty important. Thanks.
He gave us an envelope smelling like chemicals. The words were oddly smudged and hard to read, so we didn't know who it was from. Nevertheless, we deided to take it back with us. We got up, and headed back to town. It was a very simple town, but we got all the necessary requirements: a pokemon center, shop, Oak's lab, and a couple of houses. We went over to the one across from the lab and went inside.
me: We're back! Hey Zapp, you here?
Zapp: Hi guys, welcome back.
We went around the couch to greet Zapp, my new trainer. I hopped up on the couch to find that green hoodied Pikachu relaxing on the couch in a regular Pikachu position.
me: You have an envelope.
Zapp: Oh, well let's see.
Zapp sat up and took the envelope, opening it to read it. It was a very special invitation, despite having that chemical scent.
Zapp: Hmm, "You have been chosen by Professor Oak to be the new volunteer for an expedition on Pokémon Island, home to pokemon natives and the presence of legendary pokemon. Meet us at Surfside Coast when you're ready. Sincerely, the P.E.R.S."
Snivy: What's the P.E.R.S.?
Zorua: The Pokémon Expedition Research Society.
Snivy jumped when he heard that from the sneaky fox pokemon, who was standing there just from then. Zorua tends to do that a lot.
Zorua: It's a corporation of scientists that do research on the pokemon world and it's inhabitants. They choose who the professionals deem worthy, and apparently they trust the professor.
Zapp: Sounds like a good invite. Well, let's get going. I'll get everyone together and we can get going.
*Zapp's POV* *At the bus stop*
The bus to Surfside Coast came by shortly after we arrived. I had Quilava and Zorua in their pokeballs, and kept Buizel, Snivy, and Emolga with me since I didn't have pokeballs for them. I was also in my human form so I could keep from adding suspicion.
My regular body was kind of average to everyone else. I was a thin boy with slightly pale skin and black hair with the front combed to look like the tuft on a male shinx. I also wore m parka, my rubber gloves, and I had blue jeans and red sneakers. It's just natural.
We hopped up onto the bus and took our seats. The passenger seats were oddly positioned identically to those on a subway train, so naturally we sat together up front. Snivy hopped up to my left and collapsed, settling his head onto my leg.
Snivy: Whew! Oh man, i'm exhausted!
Although the walk was short, Snivy got attacked a lot by the wild pokemon. They didn't do any real damage, but it took a lot out of him.
Emolga: You're not going to fall asleep again, are you?
Snivy: No, of course not.... I'm just... resting my...
Snivy fell asleep before he could finish his sentence. I don't really blame him.
The bus started moving and we just waited for the arrival to the coast.
*Buizel's POV*
When the bus started moving, I crossed my legs in response to a slightly painful twitch in my bladder. I drank about three bottles of water this morning and I forgot to use the bathroom before we left.
Zapp: Hey, you alright Buizel?
me: Y- yeah, um, it's just that I need to pee. Kind of badly.
Zapp: I thought you went before we left.
me: I- I forgot, alright? Listen, just give me some time at the next stop, and we'll be back on our way.
Emolga took a map out of Zapp's pocket revealing the stops around the region, and greeted us with some bad news.
Emolga: Bad news guys. Looks like it's going to be a straight trip to Surfside Coast. There won't be any stops the entire way.
me: Great, so i'm going to be going to the coast with a huge wet spot on my crotch.
Zapp: Hey, you're a strong pokemon. I'm sure you can make it.
me: Look, it's a three hour drive with no intermission. Even if there was, I won't be able to make it without leaking.
Zapp: Listen, if you can't make it through this trip, i'll give you 500 bucks. If you DO make it, i'll give you 1500 bucks.
me: *sigh* Alright. *mumbles*
I already knew this was going to be a bad idea. I felt another slightly more painful twitch in my bladder signaling to me that this was a bad idea. I just responded by saying the phrase 'I know' in my head.
*Zapp's POV*
Half an hour through the trip and Buizel was starting to get impatient. I could tell his bladder was being unforgiving to his body, considering I knew how much he drank. After a few minutes he started tapping his foot on the seat.
Snivy shook a bit from the sound of the tapping, but went back to his regular position. I put my hand on his head, gently rubbing my thumb on his skin, which was smooth and warm. The silence was a little irritating, so I decided to break the ice.
me: Hey Emolga, I just thought, what were you doing in that cave where I met you?
Emolga: Oh, uh, I decided that would be a good spot to camp out for the day. I never expected the load of geodude inside. hehe.
me: Yeah, that was not fun. Also, what was with your little uh, problem back behind that rock?
The moment I said that, Emolga got extremely startled and her face got extremely red out of embarrassment.
Emolga: Uh, well, you see- uh, I'd prefer not to talk about it while Buizel is having his little moment.
Buizel still wasn't holding out too well. I saw him bend over from his desperation after I mentioned that. I completely forgot I told him that behind Emolga's back. Don't tell her I broke our promise.
An hour and a half into the trip and Buizel was having a hard time hiding his desperation. He occasionally had to put a hand in between his legs to keep some of the pressure off his straining bladder. Alright, I know I can't tell that myself, but Pikachu have a hard time holding their urine. I know because I am one!
me: You alright buddy?
Buizel: Do I look alright?
Emolga: Well besides your urgent need from what you forgot to do this morning, you seem fine.
Buizel: Oh gee, thanks.
I decided maybe getting some fresh air would ease things a bit. I opened the window slightly to let some air in, but all it id was make things a little chilly and make Buizel's need slightly worse. I shut it a few seconds later to avoid making things worse for him.
Two hours and 55 minutes in the trip and things weren't looking too good for Buizel. He had both his hands against his crotch pushing extremely hard and his tails were wrapped around each other. I knew he wouldn't make it too far, but luckily we were almost at the stop, which was a little bit out of town.
I decided I would see how things were going with him, so I pulled a glowing rock out of my pocket and put it into my pokestone. It's pretty easy to use. Just thrust back to open it up, put the stone in, close it, and push the button. The one I used let me see what was going on with Buizel's bladder. I could see it was extremely full and needed to be emptied.
The bus went over a bum in the road nearing the stop, causing Buizel to leak a couple of drops into his hands and onto the seat.
Buizel: N- no, I can't... I can't give up!
Another few drops escaped his crotch as he prayed to Arceus for mercy. The bus stopped completely and the door opened for our stop.
Buizel: OH THANK DEAR MERCY!
Buizel dashed out the door, most likely to a spot for empty his bladder. Snivy was still asleep, and Emolga fell asleep after the two hours passed.
me: Rise and shine you two. We're here.
Snivy: *Yawn* oh man, my head.
Emolga: Are we... are we there yet?
me: We're here. now you two go on ahead while I go find Buizel.
Emolga and Snivy got up and headed out to town while I got up from my seat heading off to find Buizel. I hopped off the bus and looked around. Buizel was standing not so far from the road, with a position of extreme pain.
I went over to see what was going on with Buizel. He was crying out of extreme pain, and still holding his crotch hard.
me: Um, Buizel?
Buizel: Z- Zapp... I... I can't do it...
I saw a spurt of urine escape his crotch and dribble down his legs. I knew exactly what was happening, and I needed to help him out.
me: Alright, um, here. I'll carry you.
Buizel: B- but what if I...
me: It's alright, buddy. I don't mind. Now come on.
I picked Buizel up, taking up a lot of my strength. He was surprisingly heavy, at 65 pounds. I carried him over to a bush, feeling a warm liquid fall on my arm, running down to my glove.
Buizel: S- sorry, I think I-
me: It's alright. I'm more worried about you.
Once I made it over to the bush, I set him down as gently as I could with 65 pounds in my arms.
Buizel: Thanks...
me: No problem buddy.
Once I set him down, he freed his crotch and let his poor, aching bladder do what had to be done. I saw the hard stream spray out of his crotch and onto the ground, while Buizel would sigh in relief after three hours of holding it all in. After a good two minutes, it finally finished.
Buizel: Oh man, now I know how Snivy feels.
me: Well, let's go meet with the others. Oh, and here's what I promised.
I gave Buizel the 1500 I promised him and we went to meet up with Emolga and Snivy.
Little did we know, things were going to take a turn for the worse.
END OF CHAPTER |
The monotonous back-and-forth whoomp of Seth’s windshield wipers lulled the college student into a sort of driver’s trance as he mindlessly focused on the road in front of him.
He wasn’t quite sure why it was raining. He distinctly remembered the weather forecast claiming a remarkably low 10% chance of rain. The radar didn’t show any storm clouds nearby either, and it had been sunny all day. But like everything else in this backwater town, he wasn’t really surprised when it started.
Still, he had to go out regardless.
Well, had to was a bit strong, at this point.
“I swear to god, Rose,” he had stated rather firmly. The messages were still on his phone to prove it, “If you call me up in the middle of the night piss drunk and ask me to come get you, I’m going to tell you to fuck off.”
And yet here he was.
In hindsight, he should’ve known Kat was gonna get shitfaced. He didn’t want to think about how she was going to get her father’s truck home in one piece, but he was glad Rose hadn’t gotten in the vehicle with Kat just to spite him for preemptively denying her a ride.
“I promse itll neer happen agian! Just com get me please! I’ll even suk yoru dick or soemthinf”
“Fine. And you didn’t have to add that last part.”
Yeah. Rose was really drunk, and leaving her alone at a bar was not something he wanted to do, despite his threats.
Seth saw his turn coming up and slowed down substantially, not wanting to skid on the wet road. Turning into the rather obscurely placed bar, he scanned the bar’s entrance for his friend.
Rose was sitting rather pathetically on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the doors. The bar’s lights were off—it was well past 2—and the doors were locked. Still, that didn’t explain why Rose wasn’t sitting two-feet back, where an awning jutted out from above the entranceway and shielded the sidewalk below from the downpour.
Rose perked up like a wet kitten that had just spotted its owner and stood up at the sight of Seth’s car. Without waiting for the car to completely stop first, the blonde-haired girl sauntered up to the passenger-side door and tugged on it uselessly.
Seth rolled his eyes and unlocked the door, timing it so that Rose’s constant tugs wouldn’t prevent the door from unlocking properly. The girl hopped in, soaking wet, and sat right down on the passenger seat with almost no consideration for the car.
Seth didn’t mention it. It was only water, and he was positive that Rose would point this out to him, even in her drunk state.
As Rose closed the car door and Seth pulled away, Rose looked over at her raven-haired friend.
“Sorry about this, again,” she spoke, her voice somewhat slurred but her words quite audible, “Kat’s a dumbass. She downed two screwdrivers before I could remind her she had to drive.”
“It’s fine,” Seth replied, “I’d rather have to get up in the middle of the night and go out to a backwater place like this than find out you went and got yourself abducted because you were drunk and someone took advantage of you.”
Rose rolled her eyes in that overdramatic fashion that only a drunk person could pull off just right, “Geez, Seth, you’re sooo melodramatic. But thanks for worryin’ about me.”
Seth sighed, keeping his eyes trained on the road. The rain was getting pretty bad, but at least there wasn’t that much traffic at this late hour.
Rose bounced up and down in her seat a bit before turning to Seth and placing a finger on her lips.
“Hey, Seth?”
“What?”
“How many times have I done this to you?”
“Uh…” Seth paused, splitting his tasks between focusing on the increasingly-difficult-to-see road ahead of him and counting, “Fourteen, I think.”
“No way! It’s only been like,” Rose paused, as though she were counting. After a brief moment, she shook her head, “not that many, at least.”
“No, it’s fourteen. There was the two times the week you turned 21, then that one time I went to the bar with you, left because you told me Kat had you covered, and then had to come back because Kat decided to get drunk and let Geoff drive her home alone. Then there was Halloween night, that one time during Thanksgiving break, four times over winter break, once the first week of classes, twice during the first half of the semester, and twice over spring break.”
Rose paused again, crossing her legs and furrowing her brow.
“Are you sure it was four times over winter break?”
“The last day of finals last semester, Christmas night, New Year’s Eve, and two nights before the start of this semester.”
“Damn,” Rose snapped her fingers, “I was sure I hadn’t done this to you that much.”
“It’s becoming quite the habit,” Seth noted, trying not to sound too irritated.
“Sorry!” Rose noted, “It’s just… you’re so reliable compared to Kat. I’d ask Hank, but he’d totally want to get in my pants or something. You know how Hank is. And I’m mad at Geoff ever since he fucked Kat the last time he took her home. Like, not in a rape-y sort of way, just in a ‘I don’t like you but I know you like me so I’ll fuck you when you’re drunk’ sort of way.”
Seth nodded, “Yeah, I like Geoff, it’s just… he can be a bit fickle at times.”
“Right?” Rose nodded, bouncing yet again, “I mean, why won’t he just date Kat already? She’s totally head-over-heels for him even after he did that, and yet he’s just all ‘I like someone else’ or some other coy bullshit.”
The reality was that Geoff actually liked Rose, but Seth wasn’t about to drop that bomb on the drunk blonde.
“I mean, Kat’s sexy as hell, right? Seth, you like girls, right? You’d date Kat, right?”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d date her,” Seth noted, “but she’s definitely attractive.”
“Why wouldn’t you date her!?” Rose yelled, looking almost mad. Seth looked over at the blonde, who was fidgeting around in her seat as though she
were agitated.
“I mean, I knew Kat back in middle school,” Seth replied, “I’ve been her friend for so long she’s basically as alluring as a brick wall to me.”
“Hahahahaha!” Rose laughed, rolling around and shaking her knees in laughter “That’s a better answer than ‘I like someone else’! You passed!”
“Thanks,” Seth deadpanned, sparing a passing glance to the girl next to him.
He hadn’t noticed it before, but Rose had taken a rather unusual position in the seat.
Rather, that was to say, Rose was sitting in a rather stiff position, crossing her legs with a hand jammed between her eyes.
Due to the road conditions, he had only been able to look at her for a brief moment, but he still had a suspicion he knew what was wrong.
Even still, Rose—as drunk as she was—didn’t keep him guessing for long.
“Seth, how much further,” Rose asked, “I gotta piss like crazy.”
“Normally, I’d say 15 minutes, but probably more like 25 with this kind of rain.”
Rose arched an eyebrow, “Wait, 15, your place or mine?”
“Mine,” Seth noted, “You’re soaked and I know if I just dropped you off at your place you’d crawl into bed in those wet clothes and get sick. You need a shower and a change of clothes.”
Rose rolled her eyes, “Fine, mom, your place it is.”
After that, the conversation died down, Seth and Rose merely sitting in relative silence as they both focused on their own tasks. Every so often, a soft moan would escape Rose’s lips as she squirmed around in Seth’s car seat, pressing her thighs together firmly.
“Seth,” Rose spoke up again, “I’m not gonna make it to your place.”
Seth looked over at Rose, sparing short glance at the girl. She was shaking in place, her legs crossing and uncrossing as she bounced up and down in her seat.
“There’s nowhere to stop,” Seth noted, “I’ll be about ten more minutes. Can’t you hold it that long?”
“I had to piss before you came to pick me up,” Rose whined, “I couldn’t get back into the bar, so I had to wait for you. I was actually gonna pee myself and let the rain wash it out, but then you showed up, so I stopped.”
So that’s why she was sitting out in the rain earlier.
Seth sighed, “Just try to hold on, I’ll drive as fast as I can in this weather.”
Rose nodded, biting her lip and letting out another soft moan as she clutched herself tightly.
As time went on, Rose found herself entirely unable to sit still, rotating back and forth as she scissored her thighs open and closed and pressed firmly against her crotch. Her back was arched, and her brow was lined with a thin layer of sweat from the efforts of holding it in.
The rain outside did nothing to help her, the constant pattering and splashing as rivulets of water ran down the sides of Seth’s car. Rose tried to close her eyes to get all the rain out of her mind, but the sounds made it worse. On top of that, her clothing was still wet, and the crotch of her pants being cold and damp made pressing it against herself tighter a double-edged sword.
Rose pressed her teeth together forcefully, trying to do anything that could get her mind off of peeing. The last thing she wanted to do was piss all over Seth’s car seat. So she continued to struggle against her body’s needs, squirming and whimpering and shaking as her desperation mounted.
Seth turned off of the four-lane highway they had driven down for quite some time and onto a smaller two-lane road—the one his apartment complex was on.
“We’re almost there, just a few more minutes.”
Rose nodded, not even bothering to answer with words. The blonde had almost entirely stopped moving, her thighs pressed firmly together and her whole body violently shaking from the strain of holding it in. The girl stared straight ahead, waiting desperately for Seth’s car to turn into the parking lot at his apartment complex.
When it finally did, Rose once again returned to her desperate dance.
As Seth parked the car, he unlocked the doors and Rose practically sprung out of his car like a bullet. Seth couldn’t see her thanks to the heavy rain and the light in the roof of his car, but he expected she was bounding her way up the flights of stairs to his apartment.
Sighing, Seth got out of his car and prepared to chase after her so as not to keep her waiting.
As it turned out, he didn’t need to.
Rose was still standing right next to the passenger’s side of his car, looking rather petrified.
It didn’t take long for Seth to realize why.
She was peeing herself.
It was hard to tell in the heavy rain, but there was a constant stream of yellow-tinged wetness running down from between Rose’s legs. The stream was hard and forceful, visible even in the downpour that had plagued his entire drive to the bar and back, and the look of sheer terror on Rose’s face as she pissed herself in the parking lot of Seth’s apartment complex was only confirmation that Seth wasn’t imagining things.
Rose peed for quite a while before she stopped.
When she finally did, the blonde looked at Seth rather sheepishly.
“I’m sorry,” Rose replied, sniffling, though Seth couldn’t tell if she was sniffling from tears of from standing out in the cold rain for so long, “I really couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“It’s fine, at least you didn’t do it in the car.”
Rose nodded silently, looking down at the remnants of the puddle she made. Even now, it was already being washed away by the rain.
Seth silently beckoned Rose and the two began to make their way up the external stairway to reach the floor Seth’s apartment was on. As they climbed, Rose leaned into Seth and pressed her shoulder against his. Her body was shivering, but Seth couldn’t tell if that was from the rain, the alcohol, or what had just happened.
“Say, Seth,” Rose spoke, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“How many times have I done that to you?”
“Twice,” Seth replied without hesitation.
“No way, this was totally the first time!” Rose retorted.
“No, it was twice,” Seth noted, “The first time, you did it on my bathroom floor.”
“Are you sure?” Rose asked, “When was that?”
“The day after your 21st birthday. It was a Friday, and the first night you went to that shitty old bar.”
“Damn,” Rose snapped her fingers, “I was sure this was the first time I wet myself in front of you.”
"Maybe this will become your next habit," Seth pondered.
"Absolutely not!" Rose frowned, stomping her foot as they reached the last step.
Seth grinned, stopping as the two of them made it to the door of apartment, “Well, it doesn’t matter. Now let’s get inside before we both catch colds.” |
Finally, at long last, the seemingly endless press conference was over. Under most circumstances, Tony didn't mind things- hear himself talk was always fun, after all- but this time, he had been a little preoccupied and had wanted it to come to an end for quite some time.
The fact of the matter was that he desperately needed to piss and had for quite some time. Talking with the press about a minuscule threat that had already been taken care of alongside his fellow Avengers was nothing but a hindrance to the relief that he really, really needed.
But now, he was finally free to go upstairs and take care of that problem once and for all. He could not move fast enough, though his full bladder made moving quickly less than idea. So he took as much time as he could afford, trying to find the perfect balance between not jostling his bladder too much and not going at the pace of a snail. Not to mention the fact that he didn't want to tip anyone off to the fact that he felt as if he could burst at any moment. He nearly cried with relief when his door was finally in sight.
“Hey,” called a voice from behind him. He held back a groan as he turned to face Natasha.
“What is it?” he asked, trying to keep any strain out of his voice. He clenched one fist, trying to ignore how desperate he was for just a little bit longer.
“I think everyone was trying to discuss dinner,” she said.
“Aren't we just fending for ourselves like usual?” He really couldn't care less what any of them did for dinner at that particular moment.
“Someone suggested we get something together,” she replied. “Everyone else is downstairs discussing if we should go out or order in.”
“Doesn't matter to me.” Tony started for his door again.
“Aren't you gonna come discuss it?” If she knew something was up with him, she was probably stalling him just to get under his skin, or figure out what the problem was, or both. His bladder ached, nagging him to get rid of her and get into his bathroom, and he clenched his other fist.
“Like I said, doesn't matter.” He sighed, frustrated, and turned back around. “Can you just tell them my vote is for order in? We've been busy enough today.”
She looked like she wanted to say a lot more to him, but she didn't. Natasha only nodded and said, “Alright,” before heading downstairs.
He waited until she was gone, just to make sure she wasn't hanging around for any reason- needlessly paranoid, sure, but who knew when she was gonna pull that spy shit? When he was certain that he was alone, he went for his door again, biting down on the inside of his cheek. Really, he couldn't afford to wait around like that, and he didn't know why he even cared if she knew what was bugging him. It wasn't like it wasn't a common problem, but admitting always seemed so humiliating and he liked to think he was above that. It wouldn't be the first time his pride had caused him to something stupid.
He was about to close his door when Clint called from down the hall. “Hey, Tony, where was it you wanted to go?”
He contemplated closing the door anyway and pretending he hadn't heard, but he was pretty sure Clint knew and he groaned, stepping back into the hall. Fidgeting ever-so-slightly, he asked, “What are you talking about?”
“When we get dinner. You won't come down to talk to us but Nat said you insisted we have to go out to celebrate tonight,” said Clint with a shrug. “We figured if you wanted to go out that much you might have a suggestion.”
“What?” He could practically see Natasha smirking in victory. “I never said that. I don't care what we do, we might as well order in. Do you mind?”
“But she said...what's up? You've been on edge this whole time. Are you pissed off about something?” Clint looked ready to talk this out, something that Tony absolutely could not handle. He squirmed in place, hoping that the action was not a dead giveaway, knowing that this was only worse because he could do nothing to assist himself in holding it.
“No, I'm not, I've just been out all day and am trying to get to my own room.” Not entirely a lie, but not entirely the truth either.
“So do you want to go out to eat or order in?”
“I already said, I don't care.” The other man still made no move to leave, waiting for something more to go on. “You know what? Just tell them I said wherever you want to go. You can pick, and we'll all go out and celebrate, but I'm going to want to get changed into something nicer, so if you could please just go and tell them.”
“Yeah, alright.” Clint only looked confused and a bit annoyed, and Tony couldn't blame him. He wasn't much for conversation right now, and his breathing was growing harsh and labored. Each step he took into his room was painful, each movement threatening to disturb his overfull bladder beyond what it could handle.
Things were worse than he had thought and he had been waiting much too long. He put a hand between his legs, grabbing himself over his pants, hoping that could help him cross the room and close the remaining distance between himself and the bathroom. It wasn't that far away, but he felt on the verge of losing control and crossing the room suddenly seemed like too great a feat.
But he tried, because he didn't want to piss himself and because he was so close and because he wasn't going to give up, even if his body had other plans. He felt spurts escape him with every step and his underwear were getting damp, but he didn't think it counted as wetting himself unless it showed on his pants. The bathroom was so close, he had to make it, and he steeled himself for the final few steps only to cross the threshold and feel a spurt that would not stop.
Tony swore under his breath and grabbed himself tighter, but his hand soon grew soaked as a large stain spread across the crotch of his pants. He was wetting himself, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, so he let his hand fall and let out a low moan of relief. The liquid gushed out of him, running down one of his legs and pooling on his bathroom floor, and he was grateful that he at least made it to tile rather than losing control on the carpet.
It was quite some time before his bladder was completely empty, and even when he was done, he still stood in his puddle for a while, trying to catch his breath as his face burned. Today had not been one of his better days and he couldn't get over the humiliation he felt, even knowing that nobody had witnessed him. He had still wet himself, and he knew it, and now he had to find a way to clean it up without anyone noticing and get ready to go out for dinner, and do all of it quickly enough that nobody came looking for him again.
Letting out a shaky sigh, he began to plan it out, shedding his clothes and gathering up towels. He would need a shower now, and he would have to stash the wet clothes and towels until later that night. It looked like he would be doing his own laundry. |
A/N: This story is a Nick Valentine x Reader fic I wrote for a friend, in which the reader is the one who wets. There should be two more chapters where they experiment further with this, and I've also written some omorashi about Nick adjusting to a Gen 3 body that I might post someday.
Part 1: A Realization
You always considered yourself lucky that Nick never needed to stop. The fact of the matter was, you were damn near insatiable, and where some would have to stop and rest, he did not need to. He never needed to rest, and though he did get some form of pleasure out of pleasing you, his top concern was always with you getting exactly what you needed. Between how caring and giving he was and that he had nothing that would cause him to have to stop, he was the perfect fit as your lover.
Of course, you would have wanted him even without all of that, but those bonuses certainly did not hurt matters. It was, at times, odd to be with someone with needs so different than yours, but you never let that get in the way of your feelings for him, and often it added to your attraction; the fact that he was so different was fascinating and definitely part of the initial appeal.
But he had not been human for so long that he did not remember a lot of basic things that you would have to face. You went so long in the bedroom that he was often surprised when you grew tired and had to stop; sometimes you suspected that he would let it go on forever if you didn't tire. He wasn't always aware of what you were feeling when it came to your human needs, but that was rarely a problem.
Until one night it became one, but at first you didn't see it as that severe. You had just settled into bed with him when you felt the first pang from your bladder, but you didn't want to interrupt things so soon after beginning. It was somewhat embarrassing and you were sure you could let yourself finish at least once before you really needed to excuse yourself.
From the beginning, Nick thought he lacked what was necessary to please you, but you insisted that he did not and he was so willing to express his love for you that he did not resist. Soon enough, your suspicions were confirmed and you learned that he had very skilled fingers, so skilled, in fact, that it was more than enough for you. He always left you satisfied with his hands alone, and tonight was no different.
He would typically start with your breasts, having been very pleased when he discovered just how sensitive they were. That was something that always drove you wild, and on some nights you could get off just from that, before he even tried to venture further south. As he began to tease at your nipples, you already found yourself whimpering, short of breath, loving every second of it. Nothing was different, but there was some part of you that felt like you were enjoying this just a bit more than usual.
There was no reason for that and you wrote it off as just being more horny than you'd initially realized. That was the only thing you could think of, anyway, and it wasn't long before you weren't concerned about why you felt so good and could only enjoy just how good you felt. He teased and toyed with you until he brought you to the edge, and it was only after your first orgasm that you remembered your predicament. Or, rather, a throbbing in your abdomen reminded you of it.
You winced, realizing that it had gotten a lot worse while you had been ignoring it. It had always been there, a persistent ache, but you hadn't let it bother you, hadn't even noticed it bothering you. You'd been feeling so good, better than you were used to, and it was easy to not notice it getting worse. There was no question that you needed to excuse yourself soon, but even as you realized this, you didn't speak up. Nick was already moving his hand down your stomach, already moving on, and you wanted more so badly that the thought of pausing for even a moment seemed like torture. Surely you could last just a little bit longer, considering the aching in your bladder didn't seem to be detracting from your arousal in the slightest.
If you had been less distracted, you might have thought to connect those sooner, but the idea of them being connected was so foreign to you that the thought did not occur to you as you whimpered, begging him to touch you again, always eager to beg him for more and him always eager to give it to you. He gave you that easy smile you love so much as he began to rub at your entrance and you squirmed underneath him, both from your need for relief and your need for more of him.
“Easy there, doll,” he murmured. “Keep wiggling like that and you're gonna do all my work for me.”
“I could never do half as good as you,” you replied, hoping that he wouldn't notice how strained your voice was becoming, or at least hoping that he would write it off to being purely based on arousal.
“Still, why not leave the work to me and just sit back and enjoy yourself?” He was only being playful, but you fought to still anyway. It was often hard not to obey him, even though he rarely gave you a genuine command, preferring to listen to your suggestions and do whatever you needed him to do. Slipping a finger into you, his grin grew and you mewled, arching your back to try and bring his finger deeper.
You felt a sharp throb, protesting this much contact, but you felt a surge of pleasure that was so much stronger and you mentally scolded your bladder for trying to distract you from this. That could be taken care of later, but you had to have Nick then and there, and he worked a second finger in because he knew this.
There was a building pressure and you could feel that you were getting close again, but it was different, and different in the best way. You couldn't say why it was so different and why it was so good, you couldn't focus on anything between how great it felt and how your bladder nagged at you, but you knew there was something there, pushing you on until you couldn't take it anymore, and that was when you felt all the pressure come to a head and then at once, it was gone.
But it was not just an orgasm- in fact, it was not an orgasm at all, at first. All control was lost, your finally resistance shattered, and your bladder was emptying, regardless of what you wanted. You didn't know what you wanted anymore, though, and you felt good losing control like that, felt good as the hot liquid poured out of you onto Nick's hand and your bed.
It was only then that you came, unable to control the noises you made, moaning and whimpering, and it was only then that you realized that, for whatever reason, you had enjoyed it. You had enjoyed the pressure building and the discomfort that accompanied the pleasure, and you had enjoyed that relief that came with losing control. It was a different sort of release than you were used to, but it was wonderful all the same, and you let yourself bask in the pleasure for a few more seconds before the humiliation came crashing down on you.
Nick pulled his hand back, just as confused as you expected of him after this, and he did not say a word and instead only looked at you, waiting for you to offer some sort of explanation for what had just happened. You felt your face burn, and wished very much to disappear rather than try to make Nick understand your strange new desires and try to make him forgive you for just how disgusting you felt you were.
“I'm sorry,” you said weakly, knowing that sorry did not even come close to cutting it. “I didn't...I didn't mean to do that, I just...”
“That's certainly a new one on me,” he said, and you were surprised that he didn't sound very bothered.
“It really wasn't intentional,” you mumbled. “Things just got out of hand, but...”
“But you liked it, didn't you?” You looked up at him to see that he was wearing a knowing smirk.
“I don't...know...”
“I think you do, and I think you did. That's good right? Found something else I can do for you.” Nick was taking this so well that you couldn't believe it. You had expected to have to apologize profusely, live in an awkward silence until it all blew over, and never mention how much you loved it or get to experience it again. Instead, he didn't seem that put off at all.
“But don't you think it's...weird?” You cringed.
“A lot of people would, but I can't say it bothers me at all. What matters is you enjoyed it, and we can do that whenever you want to.” His smirk turned to a warm smile and you thrilled at the idea. “In fact, maybe next time I can be a little bit more involved.” |
It was the end of another baseball game. Charlie Brown was upset as usual. "200 to nothing! Good grief! How can we lose 200 to nothing? What happened? I thought if we drank that balanced electrolyte solution, we'd win. What happened?" "Maybe we drank too much the first inning," said Linus, too full to stand. He wasn't the only one. A lot of others were also too full to move. Shermy was sitting on the grass. He tried to get the taste out by drinking root beer. As he finished a long drink, he realized his mistake. "Wow I really have to pee." He made to stand, but couldn't. Thinking quick, he lowered his pants and underwear and aimed his penis into the nearly empty bottle and relaxed, letting his pee flow into the bottle, filling it. His stomach shrank as well as his bladder emptied. Fully relieved, Shermy put the bottle down and adjusted his clothes.
Charlie Brown came by and drank the contents. "This root beer's awful. I need something else." He went and drank from the hose and set off home. Sally was watching the game and sipping lemonade. "I have to tinkle." She went to find a bathroom and noticed Linus. Thinking about her crush, she no longer felt the need to go. "I guess I don't have to go after all. Now's my chance." She went up. "Linus, why don't we walk home together?" "You'll just follow me anyway," said Linus. As they walked, Linus felt his bladder filling. He wasn't sure he could make it. Soon, he was sweating and thinking frantically. "I can't pee in front of Sally. Maybe I could pee my pants. If I do that and can make it inside without being seen, I can make it." Sally also felt her need to pee rushing back, stronger than ever. "I really have to go potty again. Maybe I can tinkle with Linus." When they paused and Sally thought about how to address her problem, she saw Linus sitting, holding his legs together. "Linus, do you have to go potty?" "No." "Well, I have to." "Alright, I really have to pee." "We're alone here so we can tinkle in our clothes or go potty on a tree."
Sally walked to a nearby tree. Linus looked around and saw no one. "Good. I really really have to go now and I don't care if Sally watches." He stood and walked up to the tree with her. Close to bursting, he reached into his pants and pulled his penis and aimed it at the tree, pinching it. He was panting very fast. Then he let go and a long yellow stream poured out his penis and hit the tree, splattering as it fell to the grass. Linus smiled as the long awaited relief finally washed over him and he looked down at the stream, sighing in relief. Beside him, Sally pulled off all her clothes and peed. She looked down at the puddle she was making and glanced at Linus, blushing at the sight of his golden pee arcing and gushing out his penis. Linus chanced a glance at Sally and saw a stream pour out her slit. "She actually looks cute like that." He noticed his stomach also shrinking. He pushed on it and the stream increased. Finally, their streams slowed to a soft trickle and they pushed out the last spurts of pee in their bladders into the large foamy puddle they made together.
Linus adjusted his clothes as Sally stood naked. "I don't have anything to wipe with." She pointed at her vagina, still with pee on it. Linus thought. "Here." He offered his sleeve and Sally wiped herself clean and got dressed. "You're so nice, Linus." She cozied up to him as Linus sighed. Meanwhile, Charlie Brown was walking home, thinking about the game. As he passed a few sprinklers, he realized he had to pee. "Good grief I have to use the bathroom." He ran, but soon stopped and had to hold his hands over himself. Then he noticed the kite eating tree. He ran to it and looked both ways and peered out the other side. Seeing no one, he smiled and slid back behind the tree. He lowered the front of his pants and underwear and held his penis. Then Charlie Brown relaxed as his pee shot out his penis and hit the tree. After a minute, he was fully relieved and pulled up his underwear and pants, walking on. Schroeder was starting to feel uncomfortable. "That stupid drink. It didn't help us win and now I have to use the bathroom. Well, I guess I can pee on the wall."
Lucy had the same idea. As her desperation reached its highest, she came to the wall and had bent down, lifting her dress. She was surprised as Schroeder walked up. "I didn't think a girl would stoop to peeing on a wall." "I just really have to go," said Lucy. "Well, me too. I normally wouldn't let you watch me, but I can't make it another step." Too desperate to care Lucy was watching, Schroeder pulled down his pants and underwear and aimed his penis at the wall. He sighed in relief as his stream flowed out and hit the wall. Lucy had an idea. "I can urinate like you." She stood and pulling her folds, a jet of pee shot from her slit, arched and went clear over the wall. "Impressive," said Schroeder, adjusting his stream. They stood back and Lucy showed her distance was as good as his. When they finished, Schroeder pulled up his underwear and pants. "I never thought a girl could pee standing like that." "Won't you give me a kiss as a reward?" asked Lucy. "I will not," said Schroeder. "Then you can wipe me clean," said Lucy. Choosing the lesser of two evils, Schroeder wiped Lucy's vagina with his shirt then walked home. "It's a start," said Lucy.
Viloet had made it home as her desperation became unbearable. Without thinking, she pulled off her panties and sat on her top step, holding up her green dress and watched as her pee made a a yellow waterfall that cascaded down each step and pooled in the grass at the bottom. Patty was also had made it home, but found herself locked out. Desperate, she ran looking a spot to pee on. She noticed the inflatable pool filled with water. Deciding to use it, she stood over it, then worried someone might see. She jumped in the water and tried to get her clothes off. Deciding it didn't matter anymore, she looked to make sure no was watching then relaxed. Patty sighed in relief as her pee emptied into her panties and dress, mixing with the water, warming it. She watched as a yellow, bubbly spot grew in front of her. Feeling relaxed from the warmth, Patty laid back and her stream went out the water before falling back down. Frieda was too desperate to try to walk home. When the others left the field, she sat on the bench, hiked up her dress, pulled her panties to the side, and peed onto the grass.
The next game was with Peppermint Patty's team. As usual, her team won. As they drank after their win, Peppermint Patty felt the need to use the bathroom. Excusing herself, she walked past Linus and Sally. "I have to go potty, Linus," said Sally. "Want to tinkle with me again?" "I guess," said Linus. Charlie Brown also had to pee. Walking behind the fence, he held the sides of his pants and underwear and started to lower them. "Taking a whiz, huh, Chuck?" He was startled as Peppermint Patty walked up. He felt embarrassed as he noticed some of his backside was exposed. "That looks like fun. I'll join you," said Peppermint Patty. She stood next to Charlie Brown, pulled down her shorts and underwear, pulled her folds, and peed in an arc that hit the fence. Charlie Brown shrugged and surrendered to his body's instincts, making a stream as high as Peppermint Patty's. "Bet you didn't think a girl could whiz like a boy, huh, Chuck? Guess it means you like me, huh, Chuck?" Charlie Brown had no answer. Linus and Sally came up. "I didn't know baseball captains did this," said Linus. "Just a friendly whiz with friends," said Peppermint Patty. "You can join us with you want." "Good, because I really have to tinkle now," said Sally. "Come on, my sweet babbo. When are we going to get a chance to go potty on a fence again?"
"Hello, big brother," said Sally, as she stood next to Charlie Brown, lifting her dress, lowered her panties and crotched down, peeing onto the grass. Linus stood next to Sally. He lowered his pants and underwear, pulled out his penis and hit the fence with his pee. He smiled at Sally. "Peeing outside is a sign you're a big girl," said Linus. He called down to Charlie Brown. "It was still a good game." Lucy and Schroeder came by and saw them. "I'm up for a little more standing practice," said Lucy. She went next to Linus, exposed her vagina and stood peeing. Schroeder walked up next to her and let out a fresh stream. Shermy walked by. "Can I join you? I have to go too." He added his stream. At least my clothes can stay dry this time," said Patty, as she took her place next to Shermy, dropped her panties and held up her dress, peeing a foamy puddle that soaked the bottom of the fence post. Frieda came by, shrugged and went to stand next to Patty, tinkling as well. Violet also walked by. "Well, if everyone's doing it." She said nothing as she dropped her panties to her ankles and held her dress high up as her pee poured out her vagina onto the grass. Finally, Marcie came by and Peppermint Patty brought her to stand next to her. Marcie then lowered her shorts and panties and stood peeing as well as she could. The eleven kids then laughed, enjoying the fun of peeing outside and with friends as everyone peed in a line on the fence, making the largest puddle as the eleven spots came together and stretched out. For the first time, Charlie Brown's team, although having lost, had the most fun on the field they ever had |
Hi everyone, sorry for the long time away. Here is another story! I hope everyone likes it.
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I was on a date with my beautiful girlfriend Jaiya at the movies when we saw another couple in line for food. The cashier handed the girl an extra large drink and promptly her boyfriend made some comment, “Well Prahi, seems you will need to visit the loo before the movie even ends!” The girl looked back at him and laughed, “Oh, I know you’re joking Hans. We both know you’re going out with the girl with the biggest bladder in all the city!” Seeing a good opportunity, I instantly began needling Jaiya, “So, seems you’ve got some competition, huh? When was it you last relieved your tank again?” Jaiya stared at the other couple with annoyance for a few seconds longer before answering, “I let it out this morning at 6. You know a morning pee is all I need, honey!” My girl was also clutching an extra large soda, and I pointed out that she seemed to be on even terms with Prahi. “Pfft! I’ll bet that cow already had a piss with her lunch just a couple hours ago! Whatever, I won’t even look at a sign for toilets until I see her go!” Jaiya’s pride was quick to make its presence felt, even though it was now 3 pm – 9 hours since Jaiya’s strong bladder had gotten a relief. I knew she was serious about her self-imposed challenge and was looking forward to the show! It was not often that Jaiya pushed herself so hard as to actually get desperate, so I was hoping that Prahi was not bluffing to her man.
We entered our theater, the same as Prahi and Hans by luck, and Jaiya started sucking down her soda before the previews even began. Prahi was doing the same a few rows down, which all but encouraged Jaiya to drink with more haste. The movie wasn’t 15 minutes old when Jaiya put down her cup for the final time. “Done. All in, none coming out.” Jaiya said simply. Prahi was still working on her drink, we saw, but seemed no worse for wear from it. Another hour passed and Jaiya nudged me, “Can I have a sip of your drink?” My large bottle of water was only a quarter gone, but I knew Jaiya was playing a dangerous game with already so much liquid inside. “Are you sure you can handle it?” I pressed her, pushing the drink to her hand. Jaiya lifted her shirt briefly to let me see the big bulge of her bladder, “Hah! See, I’m already handling quite a lot without complaint. Besides, I’m so thirsty, and a girl shouldn’t change her drinking habits just to soothe her aching bladder.” Before I could protest, Jaiya had downed half of my water. She handed me the cup, shivered, and was still.
By 5:30 the movie had come to an end. Prahi hadn’t left her seat and neither had Jaiya, and both girls had clearly drunk an enormous amount of fluids. I knew my girl could hold longer, but it was clear she was hoping Prahi would end this hold and use the bathrooms after the movie. I looked close and saw Prahi was definitely standing and walking with her legs close, and her abdomen was jutting out, but she didn’t stop at the women’s room for a relief. Nonplussed, Jaiya also passed up an opportunity to use the restroom, though I could see her bladder was bulging painfully now with near 12 hours of built up pee!
Hans and Prahi went next to the mall right by the theater, so of course we followed. We tried not to be obvious, but we had to see that Prahi was not sneaking off to pee. They stopped at a food vendor and Prahi picked up another drink, so of course Jaiya stopped right after to get a bottle of tea. This tea wreaked havoc on her bladder on the best day, but she wanted to show she was the strongest and could outhold Prahi even with disadvantages. Both girls finished their drinks quickly, and Prahi and Hans went to the clothes section for Prahi to try on lots of tiny outfits. We kept our distance, but Jaiya did the same thing. Time passed and finally it was 8 pm. Now Jaiya was majorly annoyed. I could tell she had to take a piss…bad. But her pride was refusing to let her, even with a bladder now exploding outwards from her belly due to the tea. Prahi had been pee dancing for an hour but still made no move for the toilets, which were right next to the changing rooms.
Then, just as Jaiya entered the changing rooms again to try on a pair of low yoga pants, I saw Prahi dart out and into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later looking relieved as ever, and I saw her bladder bulge was gone completely. So it was a lie! She didn’t have the biggest bladder in the city by far! Just then Jaiya came out, and I made a fun decision. Jaiya was stamping her feet around and was fidgety, clear signs that her bladder was causing her lots of trouble, so I pointed to Prahi and said, “Look, Jaiya, after all this time she has stopped her pee dancing and is standing and talking normally. Face it; her bladder is just too strong for you.” Jaiya was too distracted by her mammoth stretched bladder to notice Prahi’s flat abdomen, and gritted her teeth responding, “She will break soon, and I will not at all. It is still hours I can last, even as full as I am. I’ve trained myself to ignore such urges for relief.” I pushed the issue, “Is that so? Seems to me you cannot even stand straight up and relax like a lady should. You should go and pee to keep yourself comfortable.” Jaiya’s eyes burned at me as she said, “That is ridiculous. I am comfortable enough just like this and do not need to let this pressure out to act normally. After all, it has been only 14 hours and I am used to lasting much longer than this at a stretch.” The words were music to my ears! Jaiya made a point to unbend her knees and keep her legs apart, though she was absolutely sweating with the effort to remain normal and unbothered!
Finally at 10 pm the mall was closing, and Jaiya had to concede that we would not see Prahi use the toilet before having to retire for the night. We passed Prahi and Hans on our way to our car and by chance overheard them talking about meeting for a bus tour the following morning. Jaiya knew the location of the bus tour and her eyes lit up. “Probably Prahi is one of those girls who doesn’t even take a before bed pee or a morning pee when she wakes! She’ll still be full when she sets foot on the bus tomorrow. If I just hold until the bus trip, I know I can beat her still!” I knew Jaiya’s bladder capacity was ridiculous, but this was something else! “Jaiya, try to understand, you will be going on the bus with a 24 hour bladder! It is impossible. You will wet yourself without a doubt.” I told her sternly. But she was resolute, “Don’t be stupid. I will take a pill to fall right asleep tonight, and you know me. After my morning urge to pee out the flood, it dies down for a while. It won’t be a problem to reach at least 30 hours.” I could only nod as we drove back to her house.
Amazingly, the night happened just as Jaiya predicted. She fidgeted rather madly when exiting the car and entering her own apartment, but quickly took her sleeping pill, pulled me into bed with her, and fell asleep without a toilet trip. I could feel her massive tankard of a bladder in her abdomen as she slept, piss swirling inside and boiling to get out.
The next morning we got up and Jaiya was beside herself with desperation. Her morning piss pressure was almost too much for her, already having been denied since the previous morning. Only her determination to upstage Prahi kept her from rushing to the loo. Instead she gripped the sides of the bed and sweat with effort. I still neglected to tell her about Prahi’s pee at the mall, nor the good possibility that she had taken a morning pee today already. Jaiya made us stop on the way to the bus stop to grab a coffee, even though I told her that would surely bust her 24 hour bladder. “I told you it could reach 30 comfortably, and I’m not going to cut down on my drinking even a little. That shows weakness to Prahi, and I am too strong and too much of a lady for that!” Jaiya responded.
We reached the bus stop just in time. I saw Prahi and Hans stepping on, and again Prahi’s abdomen was flat as a board, so she had taken her morning pee! But Jaiya saw nothing, as she was parking the car and finishing her coffee. We made it onto the bus with seconds before it left, and took a seat a few back from Hans and Prahi. Hans handed Prahi a bottle of water as the bus left, so instantly Jaiya pulled her own from her bag. “Are you crazy?? You don’t need to match her drinking that. You’ve already had a coffee!” I said to my girl. I didn’t want her to wet on the bus seat, after all! Jaiya looked at me fiercely, “Does she look like a girl who would not have a coffee in the morning?? Of course not, don’t be dumb! If she has that water and I don’t, she is ahead of me. I will go drink for drink with her. I can take it!” Jaiya began sipping, but I noticed her legs were crossed tight enough to press a diamond. She was having real problems holding her pee, but wouldn’t admit to such a thing.
We continued the ride and the bus stopped at 9 am for a rest stop. Hans and Prahi were some of the only passengers who didn’t get off to have a relief, as the bus had no bathroom, and indeed Prahi was the only girl who did not exit, besides my Jaiya of course! 27 hours had passed since Jaiya had pissed, but she had told me multiple times that she was good for 30, so I this time did not question it. Prahi pulled out another bottle of water as the bus departed again, and Jaiya nearly choked getting her own second bottle down as well. I’d never seen her bladder so round and firm before, and I knew it was taking every ounce of her willpower not to hold her own crotch with both hands. Instead she simply gripped the sides of her dress and moaned.
The next rest stop came at noon, and now Jaiya had hit her self-proclaimed limit of 30 hours of holding. “That bitch has been holding for 24 hours now, of course she will have to run off and pee!” Jaiya said triumphantly. But of course the truth was Prahi had only 6 hours separating her from her last pee, and while she was no bladder queen it was clear she had a large tank, so she made no move to get up from her seat. Jaiya’s spirit nearly broke when she realized Prahi was not availing herself to the toilets. “That bitch! How can she expect me to hold normally after 30 hours?!? It is so hard to keep in now!” she moaned to me. “You could just go and end the torture,” I told her, but Jaiya shook her head. “I won’t let her humiliate me like that. I’ll just have to keep my sphincter dammed up as long as it takes. Gosh I have to pee so bad!”
The ride continued with Jaiya doing everything possible to keep control of her quivering bladder. It was bulged out to obscene proportions now, and she confided softly in me that she would not be able to stay in command of her twitching sphincter much longer. “You are strong! Don’t let her beat you!” I egged her on, and Jaiya nodded and resumed holding with double crossed legs and a hand tightly gripping her pussy. We hit some bumpy roads and I was sure that it would make Jaiya lose control, but she pressed it shut and kept it in valiantly.
At 4 pm we took the final rest stop. There was no doubt that Jaiya would have to use it after 34 hours without. “My bladder feels like a lead weight in my abdomen with all the piss it is containing! I have never been this full, I am sure!” she told me between hasty breaths. And even still, she would not get up if Prahi didn’t. Prahi, I’d noticed, had been sitting with her legs closer together as of late, and after all it had been 10 hours since she’d taken a pee break, but I didn’t really expect her to need it. But I saw Hans asked her to accompany him, and after a slight debate she shrugged and nodded. Jaiya nearly screamed with relief just at that, and she bolted up from her seat after Prahi. I followed and watched as Prahi walked normally into the women’s bathrooms at the rest stop, followed by Jaiya, who was hobbling along for all she was worth, clutching desperately at her pussy beneath her flowing dress, trying to make sure that not even one drop escaped her aching abdomen early.
Two minutes later Prahi was out of the women’s room, and it was a further two minutes before Jaiya was out. She finally looked calm and proper again, though we had to hurry not to miss the bus, such was the length of her pent up piss! When we were seated, Jaiya looked at my strangely and told her tale, “It was odd. I went into the stall more desperate than I have ever been in my life. I was sure Prahi would have a 30 hour gusher to let go of as well, so I held and held to make sure she went first, even once we were in our stalls. When I heard her stream hit the water, I let mine go, and I couldn’t even hear hers over the splashing I was making for a good minute. You should have seen the pressure my piss was leaving with! It really did want to get out of there! Then I slowed my stream and heard that she was already trickling dry, and once she left I started spraying like crazy again. It was definitely a two liter pee! Probably more! But hers….hers couldn’t have been more than one liter at maximum. I don’t understand….she didn’t go for so long! We watched her!”
It was then that I finally gave up the ruse, “Jaiya, I must admit I lied to you. I saw her go at the mall yesterday, and she had no bulge in her bladder region this morning, so I believe she had taken a morning pee as well. But I have never seen you in such a state! You are so good at holding it in your bladder that I wanted to see how far you would go!” Jaiya first looked angry, then smiled, “You know, I do have a bladder of steel! I guess that means that even I outheld the biggest bladder in the city three times over! That’s quite an accomplishment, even for someone with iron control like me!” “That’s right! But I hope this isn’t the last time you show me that iron control! I want to see your bladder bulge and strain regularly!” I told her. “Don’t worry, honey! That’s my special talent!” Jaiya said as the bus pulled away. |
My first ever wetting fic, I don’t know if it’s any good or not. But I mostly did it for my own personal pleasure. It takes place in Assassin’s Creed Syndicate. I also have another idea that I want to get written up, after watching Game of Thrones. I’m disappointed by the very few fics to these.
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Jacob awoke from his sofa, throwing back the blanket. He stretched his aching muscles, before getting up. He put on his coat, hat and gauntlet, just as Alice joined him.
He smiled at her, knowing full well they would be wed any day soon. Alice was the twin’s childhood friend from Crawley. She was very beautiful now that she had come of age, slim body, with breasts no bigger than his sisters. She was no bigger in height than his sister either. But then again, he wasn’t dating his sister, but a friend the pair had grown up with and even trained with on odd occasions.
Alice returned the smile, before turning on her heel and heading out. She jumped down from the moving train and steadied herself. She watched as Jacob did the same thing.
“So, where to?” she asked.
“The Rooks have informed me, that the remaining Blighters have a boat coming in.” Jacob informed her. “Possibly leftovers of Starrick’s poison.”
“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” Alice smirked.
Jacob shook his head, “Of course not. Now then off to the Thames.”
“Wanna race?” Alice asked giddily. “Last one there gets the pints in!”
Jacob thought for a second, there was no way he’d lose. He drew closer to her, putting his hand under her jaw, as he pulled her in for a kiss.
“You’re on!” he smirked, as he pulled away, before hightailing it.
“Cheating bastard!” she yelled playfully, getting a few looks from people passing by.
Not wanting to be left behind she took off at a run, thinking of the best route possible that would take her straight to her location and not come in second place.
It wasn’t long until she reached the running waters of the Thames. She sighed in defeat at who should be waiting for her.
“Took your sweet old time, didn’t you.” Jacob smirked, as Alice came to a stop by his side.
“You cheated, you can’t kiss and run like that!” She scowled, giving him a slap on the arm.
Jacob just laughed, before going over everything.
“I’ll take the ones on the boat, you take those there.” He said, pointing to the Blighters that weren’t on the boat. “And then we’ll take care of the cargo.”
Alice nodded and pulled up her hood. Jacob took his top hat from his head and flattened it, to store it easily in his coat, as he too hooded up.
Alice crept over to the one of the unsuspecting Blighters, she snaked her left arm around to the front on his neck, while her right hand clamped over his mouth. With her hidden blade extended, she pulled it across his neck. The Blighter’s blood gushed out all at once. She dropped the body with a dull thud and went and hid behind some crates.
She stole a quick glance in Jacob’s direction, a smile lined her face as she watched him gut one of the Blighters with his kukri.
“Oi, get that boat unloaded, you fucking cunts.”
Alice quickly turned her attention back to the Blighters, that where now stubbing out their lit fags, all the while moaning and complaining.
“Fucking pissant!”
“Come on you heard ‘im, get this fucking unloaded!”
Alice whipped out a throwing knife, she held it between her fingers and thumb a second, thinking who would be the lucky one to get it. She looked on to see a lone Blighter carrying a crate. He was stood between the boat and shore. Alice decided it was to be him and so she threw the knife, it landed dead on, hitting him right in the middle of the forehead. He fell back with a sharp gasp, taking the crate of goods with him.
“Where the fucks, Will gone?” a fellow Blighter asked, as he too was now joining his friend.
“You bastards leaving me and John to do all the fucking work,” another yelled, as he boarded the boat.
Alice couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, they were totally clueless.
“John!” the last remaining Blighter called out, before noticing a blood trail.
He rounded the crates, until he looked up and saw Alice, who just waved at him.
“You little bitch!” he screamed, pulling out his knife.
Alice dodged his feeble attack and returned it with her own, kneeing him in the balls, he dropped his knife to hold himself. Alice looked down on him with a smirk. She grabbed hold of a fist full of hair and yanked his head back, exposing his neck, as she ran her blade across it. She kicked him to the floor and then shook the blood from her blade, before retracting it.
Jacob was all ready and waiting for her, crates of dynamite waited by his feet. Alice jumped across and waited for Jacob to throw her one over, she placed it down near one of the hauls and lit a match. She dropped that lit match and ran. Jacob did the same thing on one of the other boats.
They did the last two, before standing back to admire there reckless handy work. They both pulled back their hoods. Jacob whipped out his top hat and opened up, to place it back on his head.
“What do you say we go get a pint, your buying.” He reminded her.
Alice sighed and followed on, to the nearest pub in the area.
“Barkeep bring us a two pints of your best bitter!” Jacob ordered.
“Right away, sir!”
It wasn’t long before two tankards were placed down on the table for them. Jacob lifted his to his lips and drank a good amount, before he placed it down on the table. Alice wasn’t one for drinking it straight back like Jacob and so took her time with it.
Jacob ordered yet another two pints this time he was buying. Alice happily downed her second, but called him off on the third. She was tipsy now and didn’t want to get full out drunk. Jacob shrugged and downed his third.
An hour had passed since the drinks had gone down and she was now starting to feel it, but fortunately, it wasn’t too bad. Jacob had called for another, damn that man can drink.
They’d then got chatting to the Rooks about this and that.
“So when’s the wedding?” one of the Rooks asked.
Alice shook her head, “That’s a secret!”
“Ha I see!”
“So you got plans for any kids?” another asked.
“Yea’ more than likely,” Jacob added, bringing the tankard back to his lips.
“Maybe the one,” Alice thought.
“What sex you hoping for?”
“Boy!” Jacob answered.
“Girl!” Alice replied, with a smile.
“Or girl!” he smirked, looking to Alice.
“Get what you get, that’s all!” One of the female Rooks told them.
Alice shrugged, “it doesn’t really matter to me.”
Another hour passed and the two were still in deep conversation. Alice was now feeling the pressure a little more and so moved to try and get comfortable. It helped a little, but she knew she’d have to go soon.
Jacob on the other hand had downed 4 pints. She was surprised to see him not bursting by now. A few minutes later told her otherwise. He moved pushing up against her and she felt his hand brush her leg. She looked down on instinct and saw him grab himself, before his hand then moved to her leg. She brought her gaze back up to him and smiled.
Half an hour had now passed and she felt movement again. Jacob’s hand left her leg once again, as he grabbed himself. This time he didn’t move it back. Alice looked to him.
“Do you think we should be getting back now?” she asked, feeling her own desperation growing.
Jacob looked to her in a pleading way, “Thought you’d never ask.”
He scooted out and around the table, never letting go of himself until he was free of the table. The Rooks watched as Jacob stood.
“You ready for home, Guv’nor?”
Jacob nodded, keeping his full attention on his desperate need.
Alice stood after him, and followed him out.
“Fuck! I need to piss!” he hissed, as he grabbed himself once again, nearly doubling over.
“Well, you are a man. Why not just whip it out and go.” Alice told him in sympathy, ignoring her own need.
He looked at her in disbelief, wetting in front of his soon to be wife was not something he had planned.
“I’ll look away don’t worry,” she reassured him.
He then headed down to the side of the pub, facing the wall and started to undo his trousers.
“Fucking hell!” he cursed.
“What’s up?” Alice asked.
“Can’t get the damn thing open!” He said, biting his lip.
Alice turned back to him and bent down, “You’re going to have to move your hand and stop fidgeting a minute.”
Jacob sighed, he took a deep breath and held on best he could. He moved his hand away, while Alice set to undoing his trousers.
“It’s done,” she informed him, turning her back to him as he fumbled about, finally whipping out his penis and sighing loudly with relief. His arm against the wall for support, as he now rested his head against it.
Hearing him piss like that was making it all the more harder for Alice. She jammed a hand quickly between her legs, as Jacob was finally finishing. The whole thing was starting to turn her on, but, she just hoped to high heaven that she wouldn’t have an accident.
“Done!” she asked.
Jacob let out a sigh, as he tucked his penis away.
“Yea’ that’s a load off!” he joked.
Alice gave a snort, not wanting to laugh.
“Alright, now back to the train.” Jacob said, as he started walking down the street.
“What time does the train arrive?” Alice asked, pulling out her pocket watch and glancing at the time.
“What time is it now?” he asked.
“5”
“Then it’s Whitechapel for us,” he smiled back at her.
Alice forced a smile back, “You’re not planning on walking all the way there?”
“Oh, no. I just want to check something out first,” he said, as he held back for her to catch up. “Charlie says there have been recent murders in the area and I intend to find out.”
Alice’s face grew grim, she just wanted to get back to the train and use the chamber pot in privacy. She hated using public toilets, as they were always so filthy.
Jacob rounded the corner that led to an old abandoned factory. He slipped inside and heard talking coming from upstairs, Alice followed him in and they both headed up the stairs.
“Another one for the grave digger.”
“Yea’ keep this up and they’ll be no fucker left in London.”
“Shut your fucking gob, they all deserved it!”
Jacob used his eagle vision and found that there was more than just three in that room. He stuck up 6 fingers and a thumb. Alice nodded and took a breath the steady herself. She prayed that she’d get through this without any kind of accident. Her bladder was getting dangerously full and was really starting to let her know.
Jacob headed over to the door, he turned the knob and quickly through in a smoke bomb. The Blighters yelled out in shock and tried to run, although they couldn’t see much of where they were going and bumped into each other. Jacob headed on in and took them out. Alice stayed outside and took the ones that had managed to escape.
She hadn’t noticed that a brute had been watching from up top. He slowly and quietly made his way down stairs, sneaking up behind Alice, as she was just finishing of another Blighter. The brute took hold of her, an arm around her neck. She yelped as he tightened his grip, and as a small amount of pee escaped, luckily it was only a bit and she managed to control herself. She quickly ended the brute with her hidden blade right through his eye.
She quick retracted the blade and jammed a hand down between her legs, as yet another wave of desperation hit. She breathed deeply, just as Jacob headed out. He quickly ran over to her.
“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.
Alice quickly regained her posture, “Fine, just winded.”
Jacob nodded, “Alright, let’s start heading back.”
Alice smiled weakly and steadily followed him back downstairs. She cringed when another wave hit her hard. She stopped and held herself, before catching up with Jacob.
“I’ll go get us a carriage,” he smirked, before running off.
He came back a few minutes later. Alice was now stood deathly still. She dare not move, until Jacob brought her out of it.
“You sure you’re alright?” he asked, looking down on her.
She was starting to look a little pale, with all the holding.
She gave him a reassuring nod and took his hand, as he helped her up into the seat next to him. She let out a gasp as yet another small amount of pee escaped her.
Jacob gave her a puzzled look.
“It’s the bitter, gone straight to my head.” She lied, as she quickly sat down.
Jacob smiled at her and whipped the reins. How long was she going to keep this from him, before it was too late. It wasn’t long until she was at full squirm. Jacob looked to her with concern.
“Can’t get comfortable,” she smiled, as she held her legs together, trying desperately not to give herself away.
Soon she knew that she’d have to start holding herself, she turned away as she bit her lip. Wishing that she’d got in the back instead now.
She rocked a little more. She really didn’t want to have to hold herself in front of her lover. But she had no other choice now.
“Do you want me to pull over?” Jacob asked, picking up on what was wrong.
Alice shook her head, “No, I want to get back to the train.”
“It’s still a way off!”
“I don’t care!” she snapped, tears welling in her eyes now.
Jacob shrugged and ushered the horses on at a faster pace. Alice had now taken to holding herself, she whined as the pressure was intensifying. Jacob looked to her in sympathy.
“You can hold it,” He reassured, squeezing her leg.
“I…I can’t!” she whimper.
“Yes, you can.” Jacob told her.
“It’s too far, I can’t hold it that long!” she sobbed, bending over, as she jammed her hands in harder.
Jacob rubbed her back with his free hand, as he whipped the reins harder with his other.
“Nearly there,” he informed her.
Alice let out a cry, as she felt a trickle slowly start leaving her. Jacob just kept on soothing her, by rubbing her back softly.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he warned.
Once started there was no stopping it, Alice broke down in tears, as she could no longer hold back the flood. Jacob pulled the horse to a stopped just over the bridge. He wasn’t going to take her directly to the station where people could have a good gawp at her.
Alice was still bent over, her hands still wedged between her legs, as she sobbed loudly. All her piss was now running down off the seat onto the foot area and off the side of the carriage. As well as seeping in through Jacob’s coat and into his trousers.
She just couldn’t stop crying, even when she’d finally finished. Jacob grabbed hold of her and pulled her up, into his arms. She resisted against him at first, but gave in and sobbed into his chest.
He stroked back her hair and kissed her softly on the head.
“You know that I pissed myself a little before you helped me out,” he explained.
Alice’s sobbed finally calmed, after a while. She sniffed as he told her and smiled.
“But…I’ve….got….us….both….wet….now.” She sniffed.
“Well we can always get a bath at Greenies.”
Alice sniffled and nodded.
“Greenies it is then,” he smiled, before whipping the reins once again, as they headed off to Henry Greens place.
Luckily Evie was there as they headed on in, Jacob with an arm around Alice as he took her inside. Evie looked up to see them both.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Alice had a little accident,” Jacob explained. “So we’re both in need of a bath and clean clothes.”
Evie gave a nod of understanding and took Alice through the back, for a bath.
After the pair were once again clean, Jacob made sure not to overdo it again at the pub and Alice made sure to let him know next time.
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More than likely I will have to read through for mistakes, I was in a rush to get it up. |
Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction that will involve somewhat unrealistic sizes. For those of you who are willing to stick past that, this is also probably going to be prone to a super-wonky or otherwise limited update schedule, and I may not ever truly finish this story before moving on to the next, as I'm writing it by the seat of my pants. There isn't a terribly large amount of omorashi in this opening yet, either, and may be a little dark on the themes to start with, but I intend to move into far more omorashi content than what's already here. My thanks to all the fiction writers on this site, as without the numerous stories that have inspired me to make this, I'd have never gone so far as to even do this much.
"I'm afraid you really don't have any other options. Your debts are considerable, and we are not open to negotiation."
"B-but it's not my debt! You can't possibly do this, it can't be legal!"
"Unfortunately, you are the sole heir to that failure of a company, and since it was left to you, so are the unpaid loans. If you would like to take us to court, we'll gladly provide you funds for defense, which will undoubtedly lead to further repayments. You're already looking at several lifetimes of debt, you should be thankful we're willing to give you an option at all."
"Is it really that much of a choice? To be put in one of those... shows?"
"You are exceedingly lucky to have so many sellable features, otherwise you would not even have this meager freedom."
She looked over the papers, skipping past numerous legal documents detailing the severity of her inherited debt. A few medical sheets with increasingly odd figures. The important ones, though, involved the waivers for those "shows"..."
"Each of these shows, the details... This can't even be PHYSICALLY possible, let alone legally! Who would ever agree to... to this?"
It didn't matter which of the sheets she held up.
"You will. Or, one will be chosen for you. You are fully capable of fulfilling everything laid out in those documents, and you are lucky that we aren't forcing you through them in sequence. Continue to make this hard for us, and we might yet."
She continued to read through them, desperately seeking for something... vanilla. At least, not as extreme as the first one she'd read. Each one was so needlessly detailed about what it would bring, the sheer absurdity of each show laid out in plain, dry legal text...
"Fine. I can't possibly read through any of these and make a choice like that. You decide. You practically own me now, anyway."
"Correct. Perhaps if you keep such a dutiful mentality, you will be debt-free within two seasons. Let's see... No, not this one... Anal's a little too much even with your lower body... Ah, perfect."
"P-perfect?"
"You'll be repaying your debts by appearing in our live omorashi shows. If you haven't read through it, you may wish t-"
"No. I'm... aware, of what that is. Knowing the depraved levels people like you are willing to take it, well... I'd rather not know."
"You're only delaying the inevitable. Sign here. By signing, you agree to eight shows, a full season, and a contract renewal at the end of the season..."
The rich lawyer droned on. Liability. Nondisclosure. The more he spoke, the less she understood. Her eyes tried to stick to the signature lines, but every inch of the paper was covered in statements that brought a shiver to her spine. Only once did she protest.
"Upwards of FOUR LITERS? You can't inflict that on someone! It just isn't possible!"
"If you had read the full extent of this document, you would know of the entrance procedures, which will further enhance your already considerable natural talent. Four is an understatement for what you're truly capable of. Secondarily, I would much rather you keep interruptions to an absolute minimum, or I will personally instruct our handlers to test the limits of the phrase "upwards of".
She got the message. Maybe the "beads" show would have been better, at least that one said "no more than one hundred"...
With each signature, she made their ownership more final. Resisting their demands would have only meant far more trouble later on... They were a very, very influential mega-company, so powerful that even the government couldn't touch them. The rumors were common- seedy underground shows of utterly decadent "fetish shows" where the affluent and wealthy could satisfy the darkest of their desires... Shows that seemingly pushed the extreme limits of physical capability, making things straight out of fantasies undoubtably, un-challengably real. Sometimes, blurry recordings made their way up to dark corners of the internet, appearing for a day or two before mysteriously dissapearing. She'd seen one such movie- everyone had, though no one admitted to it- and the idea that such a thing was real... The majority of her was some mix of disgusted and frightened, embarrassed. Some tiny part of her subconscious may have buzzed with excitement, but most likely, it was just adrenaline coursing through her as she realized the gravid reality of her situation.
"And that's the last one. If you were a worthy business partner, I'd tell you to enjoy working alongside our firm. However, that doesn't really apply here... If you want the honest, off the record truth, I can't wait to see your first show. It's not often we get someone so... potentially talented."
She shivered. "Potentially talented" was not a combination of words she wanted to hear.
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"Processing" took three days. The company's people swooped in, changed everything, and left, as quickly and as cleanly as possible. She was once Isabel, daughter of a young, divorced upshot trying to sell his various patents, and now she was simply gone. Isabel ceased to exist outside of her own, and her ruling company's, eyes. These last days marked the end of her freedom, as at the end of her three-day grace period, a number of staff wearing labcoats soon took her away. The vehicle they chose was possibly at one point an ambulance, although the logo upon it now was one she didn't recognize- possibly a subsidiary of the huge firm she now belonged to.
Doctor types swarmed around her, instructing her to do various things- including swallowing a number of pills, and taking a few shots. No part of the process was pleasant, but even though they obviously wanted to work quickly, they at least did a careful job. At the end of it all, she was presented with a small candy, as well as a large bottle of water. Before she could question it, one of the doctors automatically went into an explanation, as if they'd done this hundreds of times.
"Eat, drink, now. All that stuff we gave you is for a very specific purpose and- looking through your file- it should be working incredibly well. We have to have our tests done by the time we arrive. It would be best if you cooperate with us, and contain yourself for the trip. Understand?"
Isabel sighed, but nodded. She already knew that whatever was in the candy, or the water, would definitely cause a reaction... In truth, she could already feel the tell-tale twinge of need between her legs, but it was mild- even moreso than usual, now. She'd always been blessed with not just a spacious bladder, but an ironclad one, something she'd found out in her youth as she dodged numerous potential accidents her friends couldn't avoid. Her reminiscing was broken by a sharp reminder to drink, and so, she did.
The vehicle began to move after she'd taken about half of the water in, suddenly realizing that it had a particularly bitter aftertaste. She didn't need to ask about it- at best, it was just caffeine, but she had no doubt it was a far stronger substance. She dutifully sucked down the rest of the water bottle before popping the small, sweet candy into her mouth to kill the bitterness of the diuretic water.
Aside from the general sense of unease, however, the ride was entirely uneventful. She had no window to look out of from the back of the almost ambulance-like vehicle, and inquiry was met with a short "Because of secrecy". No doubt, these places had to be secret... It couldn't have been very long at all, especially since her need hadn't grown all that much, before another water was handed to her.
"Drink."
Isabel considered asking for a candy, but after taking a sip, she realized that this bottle was pure, clean water. She sipped... and waited. And sipped, and waited. After drinking the entire first bottle in a hurry, she wasn't too keen on drowning herself with another, and the bottles weren't exactly small, either. Sip, pause, silence. Sip, pause... silence. She finished her bottle just as boredom got the better of her.
"What are you testing me for, anyway?"
The doctor let out a pained huff, but was obviously more bored than perturbed. "Capacity. You were already pretty spacious, but with certain enhancements produced by the things we gave you earlier, you'll be able to... fulfil those contracts. Don't ask me how it works, I won't tell you, and you wouldn't understand anyway."
"Sheesh..."
The ride continued in this pattern. Bottle, silence, drink, small talk, silence. Repeat. By her third normal bottle- her fourth in total- she finally noticed her bladder starting to get more demanding with it's urges. "Normally I'd have flooded this van already..." she mused quietly.
"Yes, you would have. That first drink is to dull certain senses and allow you to hold to your new limit more comfortably. The new cell growth needs a good test before we can let you do the show."
"I... see." she lied, only half understanding what they meant. She'd expected to be utterly dying for a leak by the time they reached their destination, and by all rights, she should have- with all the water, her bladder had begun to bulge out far enough to shock Isabel. She hadn't even noticed it begin to show, but now it was at such a size that she'd have been frantically crossing her legs and bouncing around in a meager, useless attempt at control- and yet here, she was able to sit with her legs together, able to endure with the occasional cross. Another bottle, and barely any effect...
A gruff voice sounded from the front of the van. "We're here."
"We're here", the doctor repeated, "and, so you know, you're holding roughly three and a half liters of pee. You don't feel it yet because of the drugged first bottle, but that'll wear off fairly soon. Your total capacity is somewhere nearing four, maybe four and a half liters, but just because you've got one of the biggest bladders around doesn't mean you won't get desperate. I guarantee you that the drug will wear off before you're given your room, so if you particularly like your clothes, I'd remove them now."
Isabel glared at him, shocked and taken aback by such a bold statement. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like you're gonna be keeping that pride past the front gate."
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The building was impressive, modern-looking, and large, although she didn't look at any one thing too hard. A receptionist greeted the doctors, dismissed them, and started on a whirlwind-like tour of the small section of the building Isabel was allowed to see. "The dormitories are self-contained, and you are not to leave them without express permission and escort. Your room is 1108..."
She kept going on and on, pointing out various aspects of the living quarters. As long as you didn't look too hard, it wasn't that jail-like, although she definitely wouldn't be leaving of her own accord at any time. There was an outdoor section, with trees and flower beds, even benches and a water fountain. A small auxillary building for laundry, and...
"M-miss, where are the, uh, bathrooms? I think... it's starting to wear off..." Slowly, although far too quickly to be from natural filling, Isabel's bladder had started alerting her about just how absurdly full it had become. She crossed her legs as one hand grasped tightly between them, bunching up her skirt.
"There is a single shared bathroom that you may use between rooms 1107 and 1108. If you have to go so badly, I would advise you at least avoid the walkways."
Isabel shook her head, but she couldn't deny just how rapidly her urge was increasing. Like a wave of desperation, except so much stronger- more like a tsunami, all the water she'd had previously filling her up at a torrential pace.
"M-ma'am, in that case, m-my room... key..."
"You'll never make it. I would advise hurrying, unless you want to have laundry to do on the very first day."
"P-p-please... M-my key..."
"If you want to piss all over the sidewalk through your panties, I won't stop you. However, I'm not giving you your key until you finish your tour."
"T-then, let's..." Isabel danced about, crossing and double-crossing her legs. She tried doubling over, but her enormous bulge wouldn't let her do so for very long without threatening to empty all over.
"This is all part of the tour. Except for the part where I hand you the key, go have my fourth coffee, use that caffeine to power through your paperwork, and try not to piss myself at my desk. You think you're having a rough time? I'm not holding as much, but it'll be hours before I get to pee. At least I don't have to compete. You'd better get used to that need, and fast..."
Isabel hardly heard the secretary as she droned on about wetting. Isabel couldn't think straight about anything- her bladder demanded the controls, fighting to take over her brain and rip open her iron sphincter to let out the massive load of piss swirling and rolling in her ballooning bladder. She held and held, tightening and twisting up more and more like a pretzel with each mention of peeing, until finally, she could take no more.
Dashing off of the paved path a short distance, Isabel bent down to crudely yank her panties down- she'd already clearly leaked through them, given how she was trembling and spurting from this action alone. Isabel's first high-pressure slugs of hot piss struck against tree and plant alike, before a steady, forceful stream finally cut loose from her bare flower and into the ground below. The secretary looked away, one of her feet bouncing slightly, as Isabel took a full three minutes to completely empty herself.
"Here's your room key and keycard", the intern started, twisting about slightly. She continued under her breath, "God, I hate this part... Always makes me have to go... And I've still got hours on my shift..." Isabel took her time removing her soaked panties, left in nothing but a skirt, before gingerly taking the set of keys with her driest hand. "Try not to think about how that skirt's a size too small when you're doing my paperwork, all right?" she teased, seeing it as a fair way to get back at the company for making her piss herself for the first time in recent memory.
With a loud, angry huff, the secretary left, walking tensely back through doors that Isabel herself had no clearance to go through.
"Guess I'd better get up to my room, then, and dry off right..."
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The room itself wasn't all that uncomfortable- not nearly as much as the walk of pantiless shame up to the second floor had been after her accident, anyway. It was certainly larger than she'd expected, furnished more like a hotel room than a dorm, and even with a bathroom shared between suites, the sight of fresh towels was enough to forgive any recent transgressions against decency. It seriously was staying like a hotel- walking into the bathroom, Isabel noticed the relatively spacious bath, fancy, earth-tone tiles, and contrasting fluffy white towel that probably belonged to whoever lived across from her. She'd surely meet them later- for now, locking the door and cleaning up was her first priority.
Isabel looked at the towel in her hand for a moment, then to the bath... It surely looked luxurious, and new soaps and shampoo bottles already lined a nearby shelf, as if anticipating this very moment. Why towel off when you can soak in a warm bath, after all? Moments later, Isabel had the water to a reasonable temperature, allowing the bath to fill as she stripped away the remainder of her clothing. Given how she'd already been given new toiletries, it wasn't hard to imagine that her closet might already be stocked, likely with some of her old clothes. Isabel considered using the shower to tend to her hair, but as the bath had already filled fairly well, she decided a little relaxation first couldn't hurt.
Isabel's slim figure slipped into the slightly-steaming water with only small sounds, the waterline reaching up along her calf, up to her knee, and along her thigh as she climbed into the clear pool of water. Her somewhat thick thighs and exceptionally wide hips- wide enough to create the slightest gap between those aformentioned thighs- disappeared into the water with a small splash, followed by her tapered waist and modest chest. The tips of her hair coiled at the surface of the water as she let herself sink into the bath, past her small mounds up to her shoulders, stopping just before her neck as her knees re-emerged from the water. The tub, shaped more like a hot tub than anything else, was deep enough for her to submerge most of herself into the water, and included a small ledge to sit on underneath the showerhead. She made full use of these features- the tub wasn't exactly sized for two people, but she filled it with room to spare nonetheless.
Next came the pure-white bath cloth and swirly, fragrant blue-and-white soap. She dipped both into the water as she scrubbed the two together, making plenty of bubbles in the bath cloth and clouding the water somewhat as she did. Once the bath cloth had been properly lathered, she started with her shoulders- moving the sudsy white square down from her shoulder, across her slim, taut arm, past the slightly rough elbow to the delicate, dextrous fingertips. She wasn't the most athletic, but she certainly didn't have any flab here, and her skin looked healthy, if slightly tan, underneath the pure white bubbles. She repeated the back-and-forth process a couple more times before moving on to her other arm, doing the same pattern in reverse. A particularly noticeable freckle on her shoulder blended into her peripheal vision, as she'd seen it a hundred times before; it was covered up by soap with the second and third pass of the bath cloth.
She traced circles along her chest, moving from one shoulder to another, getting foamy white bubbles all the way up to her neck in the process. After moving up, she moved down- a bit more carefully, sending the white cloth down between her small barely-B cups, scrubbing them from underneath before more gently circling each mound, leaving them covered in cleansing foam. The soft cloth glided well over her figure, giving her little reason to brace for certain snags she'd experienced with more rough, worn rags...
More dipping soap and cloth into the water, generating bubbles to drift across the water's surface and muddling the image of her body underneath the previously clear water. She raised up and drew the cloth in a wide circle around her waist, before deciding to slink back down into the warm pool and scrub away from underneath the water's surface. Bubbles clinging to her body decided instead to spread out over the water, the white rag disappearing underneath the soap-clouded water to scrub away at her hips, stomach, and thighs. More and more foamy bubbles rose to the wobbling surface of the water, twisting and swirling with each unseen scrubbing motion. Isabel had nearly scrubbed all the way down to her feet when she heard a loud noise coming from behind the door- her roommate, whoever they may be, quite loudly making an entrance. A pause, before the bathroom door handle jiggled, once, twice, three times, each time longer and more violent- but the lock held.
"What? Locked? Oohhhh, noooo, I can't take this much longer..!" Another voice loudly proclaimed just on the other side of the door, muffled enough to be slightly difficult to hear over the slight sounds of moving water. "I-is there somebody in there? Please, please, pleaaaaaaase open the door! I'm gonna burst any second now, oooh..!"
Isabel shifted suddenly, causing the bathwater to splash noisily. "Uhm, hold on a moment! I still need to wash my hair..!" Isabel's embarrassed reply came with her suddenly turning on the shower, if both to hurry as well as to make up for her leisurely, slow pace earlier.
Bang bang, bang bang. Each knock thundered, the handle jiggling so much that Isabel could only imagine the wild dancing of the girl behind it. "Nooooooo, I can't wait that long! Please open the door, I barely made it here without an accident, I'm dying for a piss! Please!"
Isabel hurriedly ran soapy fingers through her hair, moving as quickly as she could without tangling herself up or being too rough. "Just a moment! I won't take more than a couple minutes!"
More loud banging, paired with whimpering and moaning loud enough to be heard through the thick doors. "Oh my god I can't take it, that shower is going to make me blow..! It feels like I'm smuggling a lake and my dam really can't hold it back very much longer! T-the door, I don't care, just open it pleaaaase!"
"You'll make it, you'll make it! Just, hold on!" Isabel shouted, rinsing the last of the soap out of her hair and unplugging the bath drain. She opened her own door to throw her clothes into her room, before wrapping her towel around herself. She didn't have the hands to do all of this and still unlock the door, further tormenting whoever was behind it...
"I won't if you don't open this door right now! I'm stretched bigger than a watermelon and tighter than a drum, with even more on the way!"
Isabel's hand reached the lock, but hesitated. She could only imagine what the girl on the other side of the door looked like, undoubtedly doubled over with one hand jammed tightly between double-crossed legs as she swayed and bounced, her enormous melon of a bladder bulging obscenely out of her clothes as one hand vigorously banged against the door, helplessly. Already pushed into extreme desperation, and by her own confession, filling even further, every single second counted- and Isabel was willingly letting them slip by, for reasons she didn't entirely understand.
"Oh god oh god pleeaaaaase just get this door open! I can hear all that water and it's driving me up the wall! Open..! Open..! Just, open it already!!!
Isabel fiddled with the lock, having difficulty turning it while the girl on the other end pulled it as though her life depended on it. "Let go, then! The lock's stuck, it won't turn if you keep pulling the handle!"
The frantic wobbling ceased. Isabel hesitated.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god I'm going to die I have to pee I have to pee I have to pee..."
Two seconds passed as the lock clicked, Isabel pulling the door open. Rather than the instantaneous movement Isabel had been expecting, though, the girl struggled to take even the tiniest steps. She kept muttering her defeatist mantra the entire short journey to the toilet, twisted up tighter than a pretzel. It took great effort- though none so great as the effort she put into holding back the ocean of piss trapped inside her enormous bladder bulge- to turn around and plant herself on the seat. She tried to pull her panties down, but her legs simply refused to uncross, and she only barely managed to get them out of the way before she spread her legs and let go. The only thing close to matching the resounding, high-pressure hissing of her stream was the loud, unashamed moan she released from her lips, sighing with great satisfaction at finally being able to relieve her titanic bladder. Isabel could only stare, at first at that slowly-shrinking melon-sized bulge, but later at the girl in general- taking in details about her new suite-mate.
She was definitely a very short girl, although her frame was not exactly petite- she looked young due to her height, but little else. The swell of her chest suggested a cup size that Isabel could only dream about, made all the more apparent by her diminutive stature, and furthermore, she had quite a wide set of hips as well. Isabel quietly prided herself in being the wider of the two, but this girl definitely had plenty of room for that enormous melon- Isabel saw it receding back into a flat belly when she looked again. The girl's bright, vivid red hair caught Isabel's attention, it was roughly as long as Isabel's own, reaching a little further down on the other girl's figure. Minutes passed as she fully emptied, completely oblivious to the towel-clad Isabel watching in wonder.
"Hhah... oh god, I thought I was gonna explode. They didn't warn me you were coming in today! I guess they wouldn't, since we won't actually be sharing more than a bathroom, but... wow, very nearly some bad timing, wasn't it?"
Isabel nodded, quietly. "I guess it was, wasn't it."
"Nearly bad is better than totally bad. Anyway, my name is Dahlia. If you need help getting used to things, just come chat! My door's always open."
"Uh, thanks! I'm Isabel."
"Don't be shy, newbie. You'll get used to it. You know, living here is actually pretty comfortable. All you have to do is participate in those shows, as lewd as they might be, and they take such lavish care of you outside of that! Seriously, you can ask them for anything. Might take a couple tries for 'em to get it spot on at first, but they don't want you being too stressed off the job, you know? Makes for bad shows."
"Oh, really? Anything?"
"Pretty much. I ask for a high-end gaming laptop at least once every other year. Sometimes I'll ask for games, art supplies, notebooks, games... Whatever I want at the time, really! They have these nice little forms, should be on your desk."
"I see... This is free?"
"Kinda. I'm sure that there's some loophole where it extends your contract, but really, why leave? I'd never be able to live this good on my own."
"Yeah... I'm probably going to be on for at least two seaso-"
"Three or four. Like I said, they find ways to keep you. Seriously, if you're already looking at that kind of time, settle in and get used to it. We've got a little while before the new season starts anyway."
"I'm... not so sure I-"
"I wasn't either. But seriously, it's totally worth it. Come on, if you were the type that really minded, you'd have had that door open way faster."
"I, I..."
"Look, it's no problem! I'm just trying to give you some advice, y'know? Speaking of, it's not just me. Everyone in this hall sticks together. Not during the shows, so much, since we've all got our own motivations. But outside of that, totally! We're all literally in this together."
"I... see. Thanks."
"You're welcome. For the advice and the show."
Isabel blushed, realizing that she'd just watched Dahlia relieving herself, then held a conversation with her, all in their shared bathroom.
"Don't worry about it, newbi- I mean, Isabel. You get used to this kinda stuff pretty fast. I get it if you want your privacy, just know I'm not the kind of girl who minds."
"Got it. I'll uh, see you later."
"See ya."
Isabel flopped down on her bed, sighing. The bath was quite relaxing, and her suite-mate... well, for a moment, the sheer absurdity of their first meeting brought a giggle to Isabel's lips. Life here really didn't seem all that bad- her bed was soft, she had anything she could possibly want, and she had people around who would definitely keep life... interesting, to say the least. Was it something she'd get used to, though? She couldn't shake how... foreign, it all felt. The room felt like a hotel, not a home. Her new friend felt like a one-time encounter, not a neighbor. Maybe all of that would wear off by the first show, then again, maybe it wouldn't...
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A new town, a new life, and new identity. That was exactly what Garret was looking for when he took a job out in a nowhere suburb of Phoenix. There wasn't a soul that knew a thing about his ordinary acquaintances , ordinary mistakes or ordinary life.
Garret was an educated individual who had worked his way through college and grad school to become a pharmacist and began working at a local drug store called Thurmond's Drugs, named after the former proprietor that had passed away some twelve years ago. Now the store was run by his son, a man named Dave in his late 40's. Dave was a nice enough boss, he wasn't demanding and was fun to be around so long as work was done. The pharmacy was a relatively large establishment and in the small suburb filled the role of the local grocery / convince store selling simple things like bread and milk, so it had a fair bit of traffic coming in and out.
Garret had been a bit of a reserved soul before coming out west, but he made it a point to get to know the people that came through pharmacy. He quickly grew to have good relationships with his boss, and the two-women who shared the duty of working the register on opposing shifts. Things progressed normally for some three months and Garret began meeting new people and even found friends in Dave's two sons and their respective cliches.
Before Garret knew it May came around, and all of the town's college age population flooded back home. It was at this time that Lynn, one of the cashiers that worked for the store, began talking to Dave about hiring her daughter. Dave was took all of 3 minutes putting the idea around before he agreed, and Garret was told that within the week there would be a new employee for evenings and weekends, which was more-or-less Garret's unofficial schedule.
On Saturday Garret came in like it were any other day, but fifteen minutes into his shift Lynn's daughter came in for her first day at work. "Hey Garret..." he heard Lynn call from just behind the storefront desk. Garret came around to see what she needed and saw a young woman in her early twenties who simply took him aback not only with her beauty but with her aura as well. She stood around 5' 2" with a thin but healthy build, perfect dark hair and the brightest blue eyes Garret had ever seen.
"Garret, this is my daughter Grace" Lynn said "Grace this is the new pharmacist Garret."
The two exchanged hellos and smiles as Lynn continued.
"Dave would like you to show her the basics but anything you can't cover he'll help her with Monday. She's pretty quick though, just graduated from college with a 3.7" Lynn finished, being an intentional embarrassing mom.
Grace smiled and rolled her eyes, "Ok mom, you can go enjoy your day off" she said lightheartedly as we said our goodbyes to Lynn.
Garret did his best to show the girl the workings of the store. They shared stories of school and friends and Garret learned that much like him Grace was pretty new to the town as her parents bought a new house after her first year of college. Before long the clock approached 10 and the two began closing up.
"So what does a pharmacist do for fun on a Saturday night?" Grace asked half jokingly.
Garret was a little at a loss, he didn't have any plans, nor had he really done much except occasionally tag along with Dave's son to have a drink at the bar from time to time.
"Probably not too much more than a college graduate with a 3.7" he said with a smile.
Grace gave Garret a lighthearted angry face by crinkling her nose and lowering her eyebrow before cracking a smile.
"Well it sounds like you need to take me out on the town" Grace finally said.
"Really? I think it sounds like someone wants free drinks" Garret retorted.
Grace made an overly dramatic gasp "well I can pay for the drinks but then I'd have to charge you for the company."
Garret laughed, "fair enough I'll pay for the drinks."
The two got in Garrets car and drove to a sports bar that Grace said she liked. The two sat in a booth where Garret ordered a beer and Grace a cocktail.
"You struck me as the whiskey type" Grace said starting conversation.
"The stuff makes me sick. I look at whiskey the way most people look at tequila, except I never have a fun time with it" Garret explained. "How about you, are there any drinks you stray away from?"
Grace looked up and away while explaining "weellllll, I have a bad history with one particular beverage, but it's kinda embarrassing..." she trailed off.
"Come on you have to tell me now" Garret prodded.
"Ok, but no telling anyone! When I was a sophomore me and some friends got fake IDs and got into a college bar. I hadn't really ever been to a 'club' before so I was new to the whole thing. They had a special on Long Island Iced Tea so I ordered a bunch of those without realizing how strong they were. I got pretty drunk pretty fast and I might have peed my pants in the club. It wouldn't have been that bad, but they kicked me out and I was affectionately called Puddles for the next few weeks. Then in my junior year a friend was teasing me about it so I proclaimed I was no longer Puddles and could 'overcome the Long Island' being my dramatic self. That night I didn't pee my pants, but I may have wet the bed. So I kinda stay away from those for that reason."
"Wow, you didn't strike me as the pant wetting type" Garret said playfully.
"Shut up!" Grace whined.
"No it's ok, if you accidentally have a Long Island Iced Tea, we'll just go back to the pharmacy and grab a pack of diapers for you...and hopefully you won't leak in the mean time" Garret continued to play.
"Stop! It's not that bad, I've had one here and there to prove to my friends that I could do it" Grace explained.
"I bet you can't have more than two" Garret challenged.
"Really? I think I could have three and be fine other than being a little tipsy" said Grace.
"Are you accepting the challenge?" Garret asked, making an official contest.
Grace thought a minute and then answered, "On one condition. For every Long Island Iced Tea I have, you take a shot of Whiskey, and not the cinnamon or maple flavored stuff, Jack Daniels or Jim Beam."
Garret hated the idea of the whiskey, but he was intrigued enough to take the bet "Ok deal, but what do I get if I win?" Garret asked.
"You can take me out again of course" Grace said with a corny smile. "And if I wake up tomorrow without having wet my pants or my bed I get your phone number and you have to buy my drinks at least two more times."
Garret smiled, offered his hand, which Grace shook to signal let the contest begin and made a trip to the bar, returning with a Long Island Iced Tea and a shot of Jack.
Grace took her last sip of the previous cocktail upon Garret's return and said "I can't believe I'm doing this" before giggling. "You first" Grace said as she pointed to Garret's shot.
Garret hesitated a moment before taking the shot and giving the expression a child would upon drinking cough syrup.
"I don't think I've ever wanted to see someone wet their pants so badly before in my life" Garret said with a laugh after overcoming the taste.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone squirm that bad drinking whiskey" Grace said as she laughed at Garret.
The two continued to make small talk for some time as Garret noticed something a little odd. Even with his urging, and his own trips, Grace didn't use the bathroom. She wasn't squirming or fidgeting at all, but he could only assume that after she finished her second drink (her first Long Island) that she must have to pee, but she kept saying "I'm ok" whenever he asked her.
After finishing her second Long Island, and seeing Garret get up to grab her another she grabbed Garret's arm "Wait. You win, I think I've had enough to drink and I don't want to be sick for work tomorrow."
Garret was slightly disappointed but understood and respected Grace's limit and knew not to push her.
"Ok, well I can walk you home if you'd like" Garret offered. Grace smiled and said "ok" as she waited for Garret to pay the bill.
The town being as small as it was meant that everything was in walking distance. Grace lived only two blocks further than Garret from the bar, which only totaled about a fifteen minute walk. The two started about and after a block or two Grace started to show signs that she needed to pee.
"Are you all right? We can go back to the bar if you need to it's not a big deal" Garret asked.
"I'll be ok, if I need to go that bad I'll just use your bathroom I guess" Grace answered. Garret trusted her, as she articulated her words perfectly and walked without even the slightest stagger. In fact other than being a little giggly, you could hardly tell she had had anything at all to drink.
The two continued their walk as Grace grew more desperate. About half way to her house she even had to stop to keep from having an accident right in the street. Garret felt pity for her and but underneath that was a different feeling, and one he didn't quite know how to place.
It was somewhat amazing to Garret that Grace hadn't wet herself when they finally made it to his house. She was hiding it about as well as one could, and didn't make herself look pathetic by any means, but her occasional 'I need to pee' dance was becoming more and more frequent, and once or twice should couldn't help but grab herself quickly to stop from letting go.
Without asking if she needed it or not Garret told Grace, "Ok this is my place, the bathroom is through my room. It's the room right before you go into the kitchen and head straight back."
"Can you show me?" Grace asked.
"Sure" Garret said as the two entered. Sensing her desperation Garret didn't take the time to turn the lights on, he simply grabbed her gently by the hand and maneuvered through his house, as quickly as he could.
While making their way through the dark house Grace giggled and half heartedly said, "You know I really thought you were serious at the bar."
"Serious about what?" Garret asked.
"Never wanting to see someone wet their pants so badly before in your life" Grace reminded him.
The two entered Garrets room as he quickly flipped the light switch, once again illuminating the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen.
"Well I was serious" Garret answered.
"But not anymore?" asked grace.
There was a pause as Garret didn't know how to respond. Grace grinned as she did her 'I need to pee dance' so close to the bathroom you could hear the water dripping from the shower head.
Garret no longer had pity for Grace, and instead the other feeling began taking over. It was a mischievous excitement the likes of which he had never known. The potent silence grasped Garret, and at first left him dumbfounded, but after a moment he found power in it. Garret again gently took Graces hand and led her. He brought her just inside the doorway and walked across the room whereby he shut the lid of the toilet and sat down on it.
"I said I was taking you to the bathroom, not that you could use it" Garret said with a grin of his own.
Grace did her dance for another few seconds before a small wet patch appeared from between her legs. She continued to hold off the inevitable only for seconds at a time as small leaks began contributing to the large wet stain working its way down Grace's jeans. Slowly the stain worked from between Grace's legs to the front of her thigh in a wing like pattern. While she squirmed Garret noticed her butt had the same pattern. Not long after this Grace stop fighting. Pee streamed down her legs and quickly soaked her jeans until the only dry bit of them left was a small patch on the sides of either thigh.
When finished she looked Garret in the eyes "You can buy me all of the Long Island Iced Tea you want" she said."Sounds like a fun second date" Garret responded. |
Often, Charlotte wondered how things would really be if she dropped the nice girl act, and let her true self be known to everyone in Corrin's army. Would they all dislike her, as she suspected? Or would they all accept her for who she was?
Like always, however, the blonde warrior pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, she was popular and well liked. She was rising through the army's ranks, as Corrin himself seemed to have taken an interest in her. Now was no time to jeopardize that by giving up on the very act that had gotten her so far!
If she could cause Prince Corrin, a royal of Nohr and Hoshido both to love her? She'd be set for life, and could provide for her parents easily! It was a dream that, however unlikely, she simply couldn't give up on.
~X~
Corrin had invited Charlotte to his quarters today, to meet up with her as he often liked to do with his troops. He considered it a vital team-building exercise, claiming that it would improve their combat effectiveness. Charlotte wasn’t too sure about any tactical advantage knowing each other better might provide, but she wasn’t about to complain about a chance to spend some time one on one with royalty.
If she played her cards right, she could charm the young prince, and maybe snag herself a royal wedding. She just had to be sure to keep her facade up for as long as she was with him. She had also decided to cook him an exquisite dinner, as there was no way showing her culinary skill would hurt her chances.
She could picture it now; a candlelit dinner, her charming, irresistible personality. She’d have Corrin eating out of her hand in no time. Preparing a dinner would prove somewhat difficult, however. She wanted to cook a hearty meal, fit for the leader of an army, but meat would take time to prepare and be served best while it was warm.
She began looking through the army’s larders, wondering what she could prepare. She felt a brief moment of guilt as she realized she’d be taking the ingredients from the army, rather than buying her own. She quickly justified it by noting the meal would be for Corrin. As she looked at all the ingredients, Charlotte decided meat was still her best option, and took what she would need for the meal. Alone in one of the castle’s kitchens, she attacked the ingredients, showing the ferocity she usually reserved for the battlefield.
Before long, she had two cuts of beef in a pan, some rolls in the oven, and a pot of vegetable soup simmering. As she stirred the broth within the pot, keeping a careful eye on the meat, she felt a pressure in her abdomen. Though it couldn’t have come at a worse time, she knew she had to piss. The blonde fighter sighed heavily, as she realized she had no choice but to hold it at least until she reached Corrin’s quarters. She couldn’t afford to overcook any of the meal, and once she packed it she would have to rush to their meeting if she wanted it to remain warm.
But she had squared off against Faceless and won! She had beaten opponents that were much larger than her, and she’d be damned if she was going to let a full bladder stand between her and her royal wedding. She just had to stay focused, she told herself. She thought of the castle she’d live in, the doting servants she’d have. She could likely even convince Corrin to allow her parents to move into the castle! It’s not like the Norhian palace didn’t have room for the aging couple.
But she was getting ahead of herself. The meal had to be perfect, and so she had to hold it. As she stirred the soup, she could almost feel the pressure building slowly, but was determined to ride it out as long as she had to. She had her future to think about, after all!
~X~
After a short while, the meal was complete! Charlotte looked over it with pride before she began packing it for transport. As she painstakingly loaded each dish into a basket, she felt a sudden twinge of pain just as she loaded in the final dish; the pot of soup. She assumed the sloshing feeling as she lifted it and set it down had set her off, and as soon as she placed it, she pressed her legs together, and stuffed a hand between them. For an agonizing moment, she stood frozen like this, unsure if she could manage to hold it in or not.
Luckily, it passed. She breathed a sigh of relief, confident that she could power through just a little bit longer. She lifted her basket and set out, heading straight for Corrin’s quarters. It was sorely tempting to make a quick stop by the lavatories, and relieve herself, but if she took such a luxury the meal might suffer because of it. And she simply could not stand the thought of ruining her chances with a prince before she even got to his room.
As she walked, she came across Benny, one of her oldest friends and one of the few people she didn’t keep up her facade around. He smiled warmly at her, though the roughness of his face might have frightened many members of the army, she knew he was nothing but a big softy.
“Hey, Charlotte.” he said, as they grew closer.
“Benny!” she answered, greeting him in the friendly, bubbly way she would if she worried someone was within earshot. Once she was close enough to speak more quietly she added. “I’m on my way to meet with Corrin. I made him this dinner, see. And it is going to win him over so easy! But I can’t really talk much, sorry. Have to get this over to him while it’s still hot, and I really have to piss.”
Benny simply shook his head as her watched her walk by. Though he could never understand Charlotte’s constant desire for adoration from all of the men she met, he was used to it, and honestly admired the strength it took her to manage her mask so well. He worried that she might be pushing herself a little too far today, especially since dinner with actual royalty would put her under even more pressure. Sometimes, he wished he had to courage to tell her to just be herself. After all, he liked the real her, why wouldn’t everyone else?
~X~
Finally, Charlotte reached Corrin’s quarters. The pressure in her bladder had moved on to a constant, dull ache, and she knew she was reaching her limit. But how could she admit to a prince that she had to piss? That she had been so irresponsible making his dinner that she hadn’t left herself any chance? He would never want to marry her if he knew. So she simply had to continue holding it.
She knocked on the door, and heard the prince call out “Come in, the door’s unlocked!” in his typical friendly voice.
“Hello, milord!” The fighter said in greeting. “Thank you so much for inviting me over, I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and prepared dinner for us as a way of saying thanks.” she gushed, as she placed the basket on the table Corrin kept in his room, and began unpacking the contents.
“Well, that wasn’t necessary, Charlotte, but I’m certainly thankful. I was just starting to get hungry!” he replied. “But, you know, you don’t have to wait for an invitation. You can visit any time you like.”
“Oh, I could never come by without being invited...that would be much too improper.” she said, as she prepared each of them a plate and took her seat. Immediately, she crossed her legs, desperate for the slight relief it might offer.
“Nonsense, Charlotte. Say, you aren’t nervous or anything, are you? Because really, this is incredibly informal, I just like to get to know the people I fight with better, and I’d like you to feel comfortable.”
“It’d take a hell of a lot to make me comfortable right now...” Charlotte muttered under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Uh...” she stammered, her face flushed. “I said...there’s no way I could be uncomfortable right now! After all, I’m with a handsome man like you.”
“Thanks, I’m glad to hear it.” Corrin blushed at her compliment, and Charlotte felt a thrill knowing she could have such an effect on him. She had almost slipped up, but she managed to turn it around! Finally, she watched as Corrin began to eat his meal, and she did the same.
“This is really excellent, Charlotte. Thanks again for cooking this! I had no idea you were such a gifted chef.” Corrin said, and Charlotte began to grow slightly frustrated. It was great that he enjoyed her cooking so much, but if he didn’t stop talking, and finish the food, she would have no opportunity to relieve herself.
“Oh, please, you flatterer!” Charlotte said, her face flushing slightly. She really was flattered that Corrin enjoyed her cooking so much. This might turn out even easier than she had thought, if only she could power through the meal.
~X~
Eventually the meal wound down. Corrin finished the last few bites, and Charlotte began cleaning up, placing any dirty dishes in the basket so she could clean them later.
“Here, let me help you.” Corrin said, as he stood and made to help with the cleanup.
“Oh, no, of course not, milord. Let me handle the cleaning, it’s no job for a prince!”
“I...well, okay. But you don’t have to see me as a prince. Sure, I’m Norhian royalty, but Xander is the one who’s next in line for the throne. And I’m technically not even from Norh...” he said.
“Nonsense! You’re just as much a royal as the rest of them. And you happen to be my favorite!” Charlotte said, with a wink. Suddenly, she froze. Another shot of pain ran through her, but she could do nothing to offer any relief with Corrin watching her. Before she could stop it, a slight spurt of piss escaped her, making a small dark spot on her light colored bottoms, a spot she prayed Corrin would not notice.
“Hey, are you all right?” Corrin asked, springing to his feet and placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Yes, I’m fine, I just need to take a moment and freshen up.” she said.
“I...what do you mean?”
“I have to piss! Where the hell is the bathroom around here!?” Charlotte snapped, her nerves utterly shot as she felt the pressure building up once more.
“Woah, Charlotte? It’s uh...it’s right this way.” Corrin said, pointing her towards one of the doors in his room. He was shocked by the sudden change in Charlotte’s personality, but was infinitely more worried than upset.
Charlotte headed for the room, but after just a few steps, she froze once more. She crossed her legs, and forced both hands against her crotch, trying desperately to relieve the pressure. But it was no use. She gasped as she felt the hot piss rush out of her, her poor bladder unable to handle the strain one second longer. Her bottoms were soaked immediately, and she felt the hot piss run down her legs and splatter onto the floor of Corrin’s room.
Despite herself, the relief was so great, she couldn’t help from moaning. All the while, Corrin watched helplessly, wanting nothing more than to help his comrade and, he hoped, friend with her problem. But knowing there was nothing he could do. Finally, her bladder was empty. She moaned once more, basking in the relief for a short moment before realizing what she had done.
“Ah hell!” she cried out. “I can’t believe I messed this up. Agh, and I was so close too. Whatever. I guess now you’ve seen me piss myself and seen the real me all at once.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes, “I’ll just show myself out now...I understand if you never want to see me again.”
But before she could turn for the door, Corrin was upon her. She felt his arms wrap around her, and he pulled her in close to him, not seeming to care that she was still soaking wet. “Nonsense, Charlotte. It was just an accident, and I bet it was all because you wanted to get that meal over here while it was still warm.”
“Well, yeah...but that was just...” Charlotte replied, but before she could admit she was only trying to win him over, he interrupted her.
“No buts, Charlotte. I’m very thankful for the meal, and I think the real you is just as wonderful and charming as the fake you.” the prince said, and he planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
“What...you mean it?” she asked, though she was reveling internally. She couldn’t believe things had gone so wrong, but apparently Corrin had fallen for her anyway.
“Of course, I...I’d love to spend even more time wi-” Corrin never finished his sentence, as Charlotte pressed her lips against his, and the two kissed. Wedding plans whirled through Charlotte’s head, and she realized there was more to love about Corrin than his royal blood and his wealth; he had genuinely cared for her when she had such a shameful accident. |
A/N: Another commission, of course.
Sam didn't realize she was making the wish when she made it, but that was how it tended to go with Desiree. It was so much easier to victimize people when she didn't bother waiting for a wish directed at her, so when she happened to be nearby when Sam had been annoyed by something Paulina had said and had ended up muttering angrily to herself.
“Stuck up diva,” she grumbled. “I wish, just once, she'd get publicly humiliated and be taken down a few pegs!”
And that was all Desiree needed to hear the work her magic, and she snickered to herself as she put things into motion. Sam wouldn't know that she'd be having a wish granted or that she had someone to be grateful to for what was about to happen.
~X~
The next day at school was when she chose to strike and, at first, Paulina didn't notice anything, but her bladder was filling up much quicker than usual. When she first began to feel a need to pee, she didn't understand why, as she hadn't had that much to drink, and she chose to ignore it. It couldn't be that bad, all things considered, and she liked to avoid actually using the bathrooms at school as much as possible.
As she sat in class, she tried to ignore the twinges that were coming more and more frequently. There was no way she already had to pee that bad, and she convinced herself that it was just her body playing tricks on her. And so she kept pretending that it wasn't happening even as her bladder cramped and ached and begged her for relief. She would be just fine, she told herself, and she could certainly last until it was time for her to go home. She managed to make it every other day, so today wouldn't be any different for her.
But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, it wouldn't let itself be ignored. Soon enough, she was jiggling her legs under her desk and biting her lip, and it was all she could think about. She didn't know why it was so bad and still, even as it got as bad as it was, she tried to convince herself and her bladder that everything was fine and that she was going to be just fine. It was as if she didn't understand just how bad things were for her and that she wouldn't last if she didn't take care of things soon.
By the time she was in her last class, she was nearing her limit, yet she was still too stubborn to admit this to herself. It was unreal, the way she could pretend as if she wasn't on the brink of wetting herself even when there was no way she could really ignore that she was. If she had been in her right mind, she would have realized that something was wrong, but she was not. She was getting humiliated, and there was nothing she could do to change that.
She crossed her legs at the ankles under her desk and nervously chewed on her lip, trying to distract herself from the throbbing in her bladder. Jiggling her knees, she clenched her fists. This class wouldn't last too much longer, and then she would be free to go home and then this would all be over. She wasn't going to lose control like she sometimes felt like she would, and she certainly wasn't going to wet herself in front of everyone.
But then she felt a small spurt of liquid escape, dampening her panties, though not enough to show through on her jeans. She squeezed her thighs tightly together to avoid any further leaking, and had to fight to hold back a few whimpers. Her bladder was so full that it was spilling over, but still she had herself convinced that she could hold it until class was over. She started to tap her foot, but then stopped herself because she was afraid that someone might notice and figure out her situation.
It was hard not to noticeably bounce in her seat, however, and keeping still made it all the more likely that she would lose control in such a way that it was noticeable to everyone. She had to choose between making her desperation a little bit more obvious and trying to fight it off when she knew that she couldn't. Finally, she gave in to her body's demands and bounced a bit, tapping her foot and rubbing her thighs together, doing whatever she could to distract herself from her need, which had grown to be nearly out of control.
Paulina pressed a fist into her lap discreetly, looking as though she was only resting her hand there even as she pressed down, trying to hold back another leak that was threatening to spill over. If she leaked again, she knew that it would show, and she was afraid that she would not be able to conceal it if it did. Her eyes watered and she pressed her hand down as hard as she could without making it noticeable that she was doing so.
But then the leak came, and she couldn't stop a warm jet of liquid, and she felt it on her fist as it came through her pants. She fought back tears as she removed her hand to see the noticeable dark patch on her the front of her jeans. She would have to be very careful to keep people from seeing her like that when she got up and went home, but now she didn't even know if she would be able to stand up without losing control.
Finally, it was dawning on her that she was in a very bad situation. Finally, she was figuring out just how far she had pushed herself and just how unlikely it was that she would make it, but now it was too late to realize this. And as she sat there, in the middle of her classroom, Paulina felt her bladder begin to give out, flooding into her panties before she could do anything to stop it.
She watched in horror as a dark patch spread across her jeans and she felt her seat grow wet before it spilled over, and then the sound of the hot liquid hitting the floor echoed loudly in an otherwise silent classroom. Soon everyone was staring at her, watching as she wet herself completely, and all she could do was sit there while it happened, tears filling her eyes.
It felt like an eternity before her bladder finished emptying, and she was so humiliated that she did not even notice the amazing relief that came with being empty at last. The tears began to fall as she heard a few people laugh, though most of the class had been stunned into silence. She stood up, giving everyone a good view of her soaked jeans, and gathered up her things, running out of the room. Just as she did, the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and as she ran for the door of the school, a few more people saw her as they came out of their classes.
By the time she was outside, she was sobbing, angry and upset about all that she had been put through. She could still hear laughter in the back of her mind and she said to herself, “I wish that all the other girls would be just as humiliated as me!”
Of course, Desiree had been predicting something like this, and she had been waiting for Paulina to say something like that. She had another wish to grant, and just to make things fun, when she was selecting girls she would make sure that Sam was put in exactly the same situation.
~X~
But there were other girls she targeted that next day at school, and Jazz was one of them. She had a test, so she was a prime target, and she wouldn't be allowed to leave her classroom no matter what came up. Even if her teacher would have been lenient normally, Desiree would make sure that that wouldn't happen.
Throughout the day, Jazz would start to think about going to the bathroom, but something would always ultimately distract her from that. By the time she made it to the class where she had her test, it was far from her mind, even though her bladder had been steadily filling up all day. It wasn't until she was halfway through her test that she realized, suddenly, just how full she was, and she was almost floored by how much she suddenly ached for relief.
Of course, she knew that she had to try to put it out of her mind and focus on her test, because there was no way she would be allowed to leave the room until she had handed it in. No matter how much she suddenly needed to pee, she at least knew that she had to do that. But concentrating grew incredibly difficult now that she was so aware of her own needs, and she wondered how she had never noticed it before, only for it to hit her this hard out of nowhere.
Jazz bit down hard on the end of her pencil, crossing her legs under her desk and struggling to hold still. She just had a few more questions to answer, but her bladder was throbbing so frequently that every time she started to think about it, she was distracted once again. It took her so long to finish her test that when she stood up to turn it in, she could hardly walk without giving away how desperate she had become.
“Would it be alright if I went to the bathroom?” she asked quietly as she handed over her test.
“Absolutely not,” her teacher said. “The other kids are still working on their tests, do you really want to distract them? Class is almost over, I'm sure you can wait.”
Sighing, she went back to her desk, knowing that there was no point in arguing. All she would accomplish would be tipping off her classmates to her desperation, and her teacher likely would not change their mind.
But as she sat there, waiting for the class to end, time seemed to drag on while her bladder throbbed and she bit her lip, struggling to not make it so obvious that she needed to pee. There were only ten minutes left in class, but she was so desperate that she didn't know if she'd be able to make it even that long. Gritting her teeth, she tried to think of something to take her mind off of it, but it was impossible.
Each minute that passed brought her more pain and more desperation, and eventually she was squirming in her desk with absolutely no regard for how this made her look. She'd rather be obviously desperate than wet herself, and she was willing to do just about anything to be able to hold it until the end of class. She jiggled her knees and bounced up and down and bit her lip, and tried to ignore anyone who was staring at her while she did so.
By the end of class, she was sure that everyone had noticed, but she didn't care because now she was home free. Jazz stood up and nearly doubled over when she did, but she kept on, taking each painful step to exit the classroom. But she did not even make it to the door before she was doubled over once more, her hands between her legs, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from losing control.
Before she could do anything to stop it, her bladder began to empty itself, and she groaned, feeling her pants grow damp and feeling it run down her legs. Her classmates could clearly see the dark patch and the puddle forming at her feet, and all she could do was stand there and let it happen. It felt good to finally be empty, but she wondered why she hadn't felt the need before she was already desperate, because she normally would have gone before class and never ended up in a situation like this.
But now she was soaked and humiliated in front of everyone, and all she could do was do the walk of shame to the office, so that she could get new clothes.
~X~
After Desiree claimed her first victim of Paulina's wish, it continued to spread like wildfire throughout the school, and no one understood why so many girls were doing such a thing. Everyone was taking extra precautions to avoid it, but it didn't seem to matter; people were struck at random.
Sam refused to believe it would happen to her, however. As much as she believed something fishy were going on, she also believed that she would be able to catch it in time because she was aware of the problem. She thought that knowing would grant her immunity, but even she could not be so lucky. Eventually, she fell victim just the same as the other girls, and even she was powerless to stop it.
It was just as basic as it had been with Paulina; she spent the entire day ignoring the slow swelling of her bladder, and sat through class without doing a thing about it or even realizing that there was anything she should be doing. Every now and then, she would feel a sharp pang and start to think about the fact that it was happening to her too, but as soon as she grew suspicious, she was somehow distracted by something. If she ever got close to discovering what was up, her attention was called elsewhere.
That was how the day went for her, until it got to the point that nothing could keep her from realizing just how desperate she had become. Her bladder was so full that she could not sit still, but even knowing that this was it, this was what all the girls had been experiencing, there was nothing she could do about it. She asked to go to the bathroom and was denied, and when she decided to ignore her teacher and get up anyway, she found that she physically could not.
There was definitely something seriously messed up going on and there was no denying that all the wettings were connected, and if she weren't on the verge of becoming another victim, she might have done more thinking to try and figure out what could be connecting them. But, as things stood, all she could do was cross her legs and wait for this to be over, because she already knew that there would be no way out of the classroom until she had wet herself.
Rocking back and forth in her seat, she knew that it wouldn't be long before everyone knew what was wrong with her, but it had become so commonplace that she couldn't even feel too humiliated about it. When she was just another number, it was easy to get over the fact that she was going to wet herself in front of her whole class, but not so easy that she did not try to fight it off for a bit.
Sam pressed a hand onto her lap, holding herself through her skirt. Her desk concealed that she was doing this, but only barely, and nothing could conceal the way she jiggled her legs and bounced her knees. At this point, she didn't know why she even cared about trying to conceal it or trying to hold on, but she was sure that it had something to do with whatever was getting girls into this situation in the first place. Whatever it was controlled them enough to make them think irrationally, and she would have to concentrate a lot to break that.
But if she tried to focus too much on that, she felt close to losing control, and then she would snap back into the mindset that she would have to try to hold it at all costs, even knowing that it was hopeless. If she couldn't even fight past her thoughts, she certainly wouldn't be able to fight to stand up, and even if she could fight her thoughts, it would break her concentration enough that she knew she wouldn't make it anyway.
When it came down to it, it was just the same outcome no matter what she did, and the only thing she could decide would be if she would try to have that outcome on her own terms. Sam was never the sort to do anything on anyone's terms but hers, and so she fought against her urge to conceal her desperation and she fought against her urge to even fight off her desperation.
If she was going to wet herself, so be it, but she was going to wet herself on her own rather than fighting to hold it when she knew that she couldn't. Whatever was going on, she would beat it in whatever way she could and then she would try to find out why it was happening. Concentrating all of her willpower into fighting it, she finally began to relax enough to begin to empty her bladder.
Soon enough, her panties had flooded onto her skirt, and the fabric of her skirt was not thick enough to keep her warm pee from soaking through onto her seat, and then it was spilling over onto the floor. The sound of liquid hitting linoleum had become so common over the past few days that everybody already knew what was happening and everyone stared at Sam to see her reaction.
But she refused to let it get to her and refused to let her humiliation show. Of course, it was embarrassing to wet herself in front of everyone, but she wasn't the only one and she had taken her own private control over the situation. Now that she had done that, she felt as though she had overcome whatever it was, at least a little bit, and she felt prepared to take on whatever it was. As soon as she was cleaned up from this, she'd convene with Danny and Tucker, and they'd figure out a way to solve this ridiculous mystery. |
Hello everyone, long-time lurker here, thought I'd finally make an account to post a story I've been working on for a few days. Enjoy. :)
Now We're Even
If this morning served as any indication of how sixth grade was going to go, my prospects were grim. For one, I slept past my alarm long enough to have to fly out of the house to the bus stop, after getting ready in only the most important ways. Note that in my adrenaline-fueled frenzy to avoid being late on the first day, that list of “most important” things did not include going to the bathroom. That comes into play later.
Of course, I make the bus as it's pulling in and relax a little; everything seems to be alright. But unlike last year in elementary school, there were basically no open seats. Being bigger kids, people couldn't fit three to a seat anymore, and none were empty. I'd have to sit with somebody I didn't know on this apparently very full route.
I'd made it most of the way to the back when I found a spot. There was a spot next to this Asian-looking girl in a hoodie and headphones, resting her head on the corner of the seat back and the window with her eyes closed. “Excuse me,” I said. No response. I tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at me. I don't know what it was, but time seemed to stop for a second. While she pulled out an earbud, probably wondering why I tapped her, I just stared at the way her curious eyes looked back at me.
“Umm,” I continued, “Can I--” I meant to finish with “sit with you” but couldn't get the words out as the bus jolted forward and sent me tumbling half into the seat and half into her. The shock sent a twinge through my very full bladder, which did nothing to help my hot embarrassment while several kids laughed.
She separated herself from me while giggling and made space on the seat. “Yes,” she said, mostly understanding what I wanted.
“Thanks,” I said, fixing myself where necessary. I was too shy to say anything else. She put her earbud back in and kept her eyes closed all the way to school.
We got there and parted ways. I had a little time to figure out where Mr. Carson's class was, but didn't want to risk hanging out until the bell to start looking. The schedule said he was in “C-202” so now all I had to do was find the C building. The school was absolutely packed, so I had to deal with worming through crowds as well as trying to find either the right sign or at least a map of the school. There were bound to be bathrooms in there once I did find the right area.
*Beeeeeeeeep.* The distinct tone of the bell sent me once again running. I made it to the right doorway just as the second bell rang; I found out later the teachers tended to give students slack on the first day, because of course a lot of people don't know where they're going. Too late for me now though, since I was already here, and my bladder really began to protest. I squeezed my hand down on my crotch hard, hoping to suppress its surging and quivering. I didn't normally like to ask to go to the bathroom in class, mostly because you're basically announcing your bodily urges to everybody. But it looked to be inevitable now.
I quietly continued my battle, looking around at these new surroundings as the class settled in. Mr. Carson taught honors pre-algebra, so his walls were plastered with colorful posters of math formulas and other assorted brainy stuff. I wondered how hard this class was going to be now that there would be so many letters in the problems. And having to pee was not making it easier to get my head in the game. Before, I just felt full, and it was pressing up into my stomach. Now it was like the pee was actively trying to get out. But I was almost eleven and a half years old. Nothing bad was going to happen. I'd just ask to go when I got the chance. It wasn't really cold in there, but I got goosebumps, randomly shivered, and felt a little pee squirt into my boxers. No big deal yet. It happened occasionally when I had to go really bad, but it didn't show, and never preceded any problems holding it afterward. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the rapidly cooling wet spot.
The teacher was an old guy, probably in his late 50s at least, with white hair on the sides and back of his head, rimless glasses, and a big belly. He finished writing his name in capital letters on the whiteboard and sat at his desk, waiting for the last few stragglers to get in.
“Alright, folks,” he announced, standing up and waiting for the commotion to die down, “I'm Mr. Carson, nice to have you all. I'm sure you're just chomping at the bit to get started on some math first thing in the morning.” He chuckled at the clear insanity of saying that, the wise guy. “But I like to do a little activity to start us off that will get rid of some of that first-day ice. I see you all found some cozy spots next to your friends or whoever, but here's the deal-- I use assigned seats in here. Alphabetical order by rows, starting with A in this corner. If you know about where you're supposed to be, go that way, and ask the names of your neighbors to find your spot. If you're still stuck, I've got the seating chart up here.”
I groaned and joined the mayhem in rearranging ourselves. Dealing with the crowd in such tight rows was not easy while having to go pee so badly. I was hoping against hope we'd be done with the ceremony soon.
We had finally found our seats, and I had told half the people in the back that my last name was “Wallace.” I was in the second-to-last seat, but was apparently the very last one on the list, having nobody in the last spot. He went from desk to desk in the front row, handing the kids stacks of papers to pass back. It was the usual stuff-- a syllabus, supply list, classroom rules. On that last sheet was a section titled “Breaks.” It read:
--One opportunity to leave the classroom for a break will be given halfway through the period. A pass, handed out at Mr. Carson's discretion, will be needed otherwise. Please time your requests with respect to class activities.
“With respect to class activities?” What did that mean? I guessed it was that he didn't want us leaving in the middle of something. But you can't exactly time nature.
There was one more paper percolating back through the rows. It was a monster. Simply titled “Benchmark Quiz,” it lay down a series of fifty math problems, gradually harder the farther down they went on the page.
“Now, before you freak out,” he announced (too late), you'll see it's called a 'benchmark quiz.' It's not graded, but I'd like to see your best effort. If you dog it on this, you won't be challenged on some material later because I'll think you know less than you do. So do yourself a favor and put forth 100 percent.”
I'm already giving 100 percent, I thought to myself, while crossing my legs and trying not to be too obvious about holding it. I looked around at the other kids. They all appeared focused on the work. Was I the only one who had to go?
A turn of the door handle drew everyone's attention. The Asian girl from the bus murmured “Sorry” with a meek flash of a smile before sitting down beside me. She had tied the arms of her hoodie around her neck in the meantime, which better showed off her dress; its sleeveless, knee-length cut in turn highlighted the tone of her dancer's body. Her straight-cut bangs and neat ponytail gleamed a deep, lustrous black in the fluorescent lights, which also highlighted the freckles dusted across her nose. I'm not sure if she noticed I was there as the teacher delivered the handouts, whispering “Miss... Wasserstrom? Thank you for joining us.” He returned to the front of the room, where he put some classical music on the radio for atmosphere while we worked. Things went well for a few minutes I guessed, as my spot in the back corner and the music made it easier to fidget without being noticed. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed 'Miss Wasserstrom' tear a sheet from her binder.
Naturally I thought nothing of it, as I had better things to worry about, like the heaving water balloon in my crotch that had me hanging on for dear life. I assumed she used the sheet for working out the harder problems. But then I caught her sandaled left foot kicking out something. She had flipped the paper, intricately folded, so that it bounced to a stop against the leg of my desk. She motioned for me to open it. I girded myself for getting out of the pee-dance rhythm to reach it. I dropped my pencil near it for cover, and secretively grabbed both items. A surge of pressure hit me and I lost more than a small dribble into my pants. I squeezed myself with both hands and was able to stop, of course acting like nothing was wrong when opening her note.
“The kid from the bus! U okay?” it said, in attractive, loopy print, followed by a sad face. A glance at her showed she looked back, anxious for my answer. I drew a line under her writing and replied, “Just tired, quiz sucks. U?” I waited for a good opportunity and slid it back to her, resisting another little swell of desperation from the sudden move.
Despite that I had to use the bathroom worse than I ever had in my life, I managed to keep a low-profile while holding it, and even beat a good pace on the math problems. I passed the multiplying and dividing ones about halfway down, and started getting into the multi-steps. I had only ever heard about these, so was sort of winging it now. Before long she sent the paper back again.
“U look lk u have 2 go potty lol.”
Crap! My secret was out, to the one person I'd most prefer not to know. A hot flush prickled up in my neck and cheeks, and I made a point to sit really still after reading that. It didn't work for long. More pee threatened to break through and I had to jam a hand in my crotch and jiggle my leg again to keep it back, all right in front of her. No sense in trying to lie.
“Yea rly bad. Need to go like now or we all drown.” I never knew I could be so bold. Here I was, the ever-modest and good student, passing notes in class and telling the prettiest girl I've ever met about my pee emergency. But getting away with it was easy enough in the back corner, and her easy grin drove me to trust her.
“Y don't u ask?” her next message said. She had a point. I stashed the note away, raising my hand to catch the teacher's attention.
“Yes,” Mr. Carson answered, looking at his seating chart for my name, “Kyle. Question?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?” I pleaded with my body to calm down so that I didn't look like a toddler while asking. I also hoped he wouldn't pull the teachers' old “I dunno, can you?” routine.
“Can it wait until you finish the quiz?” he fired back.
No, I thought. The pee churned inside me, and I had begun to concoct vivid horror fantasies of wetting myself in school. I didn't remember peeing my pants beyond dribbles at two or three years old. If that happened now, in middle school, life over. I could officially move to Mars and not ever worry about wanting to come back. “Um,” I answered, my response lukewarm in comparison to the steamy liquid at the gates. It was just a few questions to go. “I'm done now,” I said, springing up and walking a little too rigidly with my paper in hand. Mr. Carson looked it over at his desk while I waited.
“The directions at the top say to try all the problems, Mr. Wallace,” he said, pointing out the wording for proof, “You've only got a couple lines left, so just pump them out and I'll let you go right after.”
I returned to my seat, defeated and ready to pump out piss. The girl I only knew as Wasserstrom seemed to understand, giving a consoling expression before focusing on her quiz.
My own incomplete paper teased me to the rhythm of Mr. Carson's classical music. These remaining math questions were pure Greek, and it's not like I could focus even if I did understand them. The relentless pee sloshing around made my stomach ache and my lower muscles burn. My body told me the whole time to just let go, but my brain told me I'd hose the room if I did. I kept at it, holding myself and writing what was certainly gibberish for every step. I'd get to go soon.
It began to happen before I fully knew what was going on. In one series of pee surges, no amount of squeezing let me clamp down like I could before. Trying to hold it harder this time only caused my bladder muscles to flutter and open. A little trickled out at first, but against all efforts it swelled until I was peeing a full stream right there in sixth-grade math. I just froze. Alarms went off in my head, hot pee slicking my hands as I tried to stop the geyser. It splashed back from my boxers and foamed when flowing over my thigh until it pooled in my chair. I winced when one or two drops ran from the seat onto the floor, praying for the tiny splats to stop. I was so wet. Even my forehead was wet with the sweat that had formed there.
There was no way that thunderstorm of piss went unheard the way it attacked the crotch of my pants. But when it let up, the relief enveloped me, and all seemed initially okay. Most of the others were still working on the quiz. A few people had finished and were doodling, daydreaming, or sleeping. Wasserstrom must have been preparing another note while the whole thing happened. She scribbled on it and slid it across. While looking down I noticed I miraculously avoided getting more than a few clear drops on the floor. My jeans must have been thick enough to keep the spilling down. The odor of pee began to waft up to my nose. If not by the sound or smell, I'd be found out by the thudding of my own frantic heartbeat.
“Did u have n accident?” her note read. What in the world did she mean? There must have been some people in remote reaches of Alaska who didn't notice, but anyone closer was probably lucky to have avoided being sprayed. It was safe to assume she knew what happened.
“Yeah, so so srry! I didn't mean 2 let go. I'm gross and u mst h8 me now.” I dressed up the note with a crying sad face and gave it back to her. I couldn't steady my quivering breaths. It was only a matter of time before the news of my disaster got out. The other kids would know, the teacher would know, my parents... time to start packing for Mars. I wrote in some random numbers for the last couple math problems and lay my head in my hands until Wasserstrom's note came back.
“It's ok,” her message said, its letters as lovingly shaped as before, “I don't h8 u. Not like it nvr happns 2 me. U can't evn see it frm here with you're dark pants lol. Jst go anyway to clean up. I won't tell.”
Was this real life? This stunningly gorgeous girl was supposed to call attention to my shame, or at the very least, never so much as look at me again. But her reassuring words were there, freakishly real as the pungent, sopping mess in my clothes. But then again, as I looked down at my pants, she might have been right. The jeans were brand new for the school year and really dark. Unless you knew what you were looking at, you would honestly have a hard time seeing the wet spot. And God, she was being amazing about it.
Emboldened, I took her advice at the end, turning in my quiz a second time, with the mother of all poker faces while I passed the others and approached his desk. Mr. Carson checked over the sheet as he did before. He gave me a funny look once he got to the last ones, which I didn't even really try. But he said nothing, so I prodded him for the pass. He handed me the protractor which read “HALL PASS” in thick marker. I vacated with a speed somewhere between walking and “fighter plane ejection seat” somehow without running.
The hall echoed empty enough. I tugged at the fabric of my pants, stretching it out and rubbing it in an attempt to get dry. The front actually wasn't too bad. Since I was sitting down, most of it ran to my butt. My strategy from then would be to focus on the denim in the back while making sure to face towards anyone who might notice. Walking with your hands behind your back was a little weird though, so I put more effort toward acting natural than trying to fix myself as fast as possible.
I made it to the bathroom without incident. As luck would have it, it did come equipped with hot-air dryers. I'd just have to pray nobody came in and saw me using it on my butt. It was right next to the door which opened in, so I braced one heel against it while trying to dry my backside. Of course somebody tried to come in like a minute later, but my technique gave me enough warning to turn around and pretend I was drying my hands. He did his business and left.
Once alone again, I looked in the mirror at the remaining evidence. Even what I could see on the back didn't show too badly. I opened my pants button and fanned the back part, airing out the strong stink. If I could get away with the smell, I might be home free.
It occurred to me in there that while it was hardly distinguishable amid the bitter funk of stale urine on the floor, the distinctness of my own pee by itself wasn't unpleasant. In a weird way I sort of liked it. I kept drying myself for a few minutes, meanwhile savoring the pissy air and trying to suppress feeling totally filthy for it. Outside of the devastating embarrassment I had yet to completely dodge, it was easy appreciating the novelty and warm relief of having peed all-out in my pants, not needing to care where it went.
I returned to class after cooling my heels awhile, content that the reduced scent and wet spot would not give me away. I sat back down a few minutes before the teacher confirmed everyone had finished, so he let the class out for a break. We all filed out to the courtyard. The girl named Wasserstrom called out “Kyle!” and made a beeline to me. It was my recent ordeal or looking at her sunny expression which made it hard to keep standing.
“Miss Wasserstrom,” I said, imitating Mr. Carson.
She giggled at my impression. “My name's Mei,” she said, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, “How'd it go? If I didn't know better I'd say nothing happened.”
She looked directly at my damp crotch as she said it. A blush bloomed on my cheeks. “I think I mostly dried out,” I said, my hands in my pockets. Now that we were talking about my accident I couldn't look her in the eyes.
“Don't even worry about it,” she said, touching my shoulder. “You saw my note, it's not like you're the only kid to ever pee their pants. It was fun to watch though.” My mouth hung open at her last comment, and I was put back on guard. “Relax! I was kidding. Sort of.”
I settled on a nervous laugh. It was pretty clear she wasn't going to shut me out or make fun of me too bad. “You know, you're hard to figure out,” I replied, beginning to get the swing of conversing with her. “You said in the note that the same thing happened to you?”
“It has, yeah,” she said, scuffing her foot and angling away a little, “But that's a story for another time. Today is your day.” She winked at him. “So, do you usually make friends with a person by falling on them and peeing in class?”
“No!” I answered, aware a split-second too late she was still joking. I rallied decently enough, “Did it work?”
“Well, we're talking right now, so yeah.” My boxers were still very damp, but I dared eye contact anyway. Her irises glimmered a deep green, accenting the abstract pattern on her dress. Thank God I was sort of thrown into talking to her, because it never would have happened otherwise. I brought up the first thing I could think of.
“So, where is your family from?”
“Here, why do you ask?” She put her hands on her hips and acted offended. “Just kidding, I know my name sounds sort of... white. My dad's family is from Germany, and he met my mom, who's full-blooded Chinese, in California. So I look more like her and have a name like an anime character.”
“I like it.” Whoever said talking to girls was hard? Here I was doing it while covered in my own piss. Although I was beginning to think it helped a lot more than hurt in Mei's case.
We went back to class and did not have nearly as many opportunities to talk, as Mr. Carson had begun lesson 1.1. We received our homework and parted ways after first period. My pants had dried enough by then that nobody could tell what had happened.
The rest of the day passed with much less spectacle. Towards the end, I looked forward to seeing her on the bus almost as much as simply getting away from school.
Finally, I got my wish. I spotted her looking around near the bus lane after classes had let out. “Mei!” I shouted over the mayhem of bodies, waving to her. “How was your first day?” I asked after jockeying through the crowd.
“Eh, it was school,” she said.
“Any cool classes?” I probed further.
“Not really.”
Sheesh. Earlier she was talking my ear off, and now I could hardly get two words. “Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I'm sorry,” she said, her aloof shell cracking some, “I'm just ready to get home.” I left it at that.
I felt much better on the way back, now that I had eaten and didn't have to pee half as badly as before. Mei looked out the window, but something was definitely off. She sat stiffly, squeezing her knees together on every hard bump in the road. Seeing as the bus was no luxury car, there were plenty of chances for me to see the pattern.
Talking about my accident for most of first period relaxed my nerves to bring up the bathroom subject again. “Do you have to go pee now? You're squirming like crazy,” I chuckled.
“Yeah, actually,” she mumbled, giving up the act and pressing a palm between her legs, “The bathrooms here are so gross I didn't want to go.”
“I don't blame you; the guys' was pretty gross and it's not as easy for you. We'll be home soon though.”
She seemed to want to sit in silence, so I let her. What I didn't expect was how much of a treat watching her desperation proved to be. The twitches around her mouth, the way she rubbed her knees together, and knowing she felt the same things I did earlier all played parts in driving me crazy. I didn't think she would pee herself, but it didn't stop me from imagining.
When we got to my stop, she jumped up right behind me, saying “I know my stop is next but I'd rather get off here.”
I wasn't about to question it. “Okay,” I said. This day kept getting better.
The bus finally roared away and we were relatively alone. Mei grabbed herself with both hands, driving fistfuls of her dress into her crotch now that nobody was around to see. She did little hops around and sang “I have to go potty or I'm gonna pull a Kyle!” to her audience of one. I couldn't help but laugh with her.
“You can go in my house if you want, can you hold it until then? It's right over there.” I pointed to the corner of my roof visible behind some trees. She agreed, doing a sort of hobble to cover the distance.
I led her in cutting through some tall bushes in the side yard; it was quicker than going around to the driveway and I figured by her pee-dance she would need every second. When I turned back to make sure she got through okay, she let out a series of squeaks, throwing her hoodie off and grabbing me, shaking. I held her while watching a pretty big spider scamper off the discarded sweatshirt back into the grass. Ick. She let go a few seconds later, but I had already felt a too-familiar warmth on my leg for the second time today, right under where she stood against me.
Her thighs shined with fresh wetness and big yellow drops pattered into the dirt from the hem of her dress. We were collectively speechless for a moment.
She clasped her hands above her head, staring at me with mouth agape. “Ohmigod, I am so sorry! That spider on me was a monster and I just... sorry.”
Secretly, I was on fire. What earlier occupied only the pit of my imagination just happened for real. My heart pulsed and I blushed a little, but somehow I kept a clear enough head to play it cool. “It's okay, really. I promise.”
“Some of it got on you too though!” She gestured at the wet spot on my knee, easier than before to see in the sunlight. Trust me, I noticed. I insisted it was fine, since I had been way wetter hours earlier. She turned her attention back to herself. “Ugh, my dress is soaked!” she lamented, wringing out the front.
I offered, “You can come in and borrow some dry clothes if you don't mind wearing boy stuff.”
“That'd be nice, thanks.” She smiled at my offer, bringing heat back to my face.
I returned the expression, commenting, “I guess this makes us even.” Maybe sixth grade would go well enough after all. |
Aaron needed to pee and he needed to pee bad. But right now he was sitting in for a coworker at a very important meeting, his legs crossed and his hand crushing his knee cap. He mouthed over to his boss Dan: "I need to go!" but the man just shrugged his shoulders. You would think that sitting in a room full of men in their 60s, that at least one of them would have had to pee in the past five hours that was this meeting. But they all sat their delicately sipping their teas and coffee without a care in the world.
The main issue was that Aaron had gone into the meeting having to pee because of circumstance. His coworker, Gary, had to be out of town for a wedding this weekend. And Aaron is usually Gary's go-to-man when it comes to departmental issues. Usually this wasn't something that Aaron minded because technically Gary was his supervisor and if working some of Gary's meetings meant him getting a promotion, he wasn't about to pass that up. But today had just gone hay-wire!
Last night Aaron went out with a couple of friends and had a couple drinks more than he had originally planned. In all honestly, his friends were trying to get him laid. It had been three years since he had broken up with his ex and he wasn't quite sure that he was ready to move on. His friends, obviously, didn't think that lanky and freckled Aaron could score on his own were constantly taking him to bars all across town. Aaron didn't mind it, as long as he was able to control himself. Knowing that he had a huge meeting this morning, and not wanting to wake up with a horrible hangover, he drank a ton of water and gatorade. Didn't matter to him, he'd be at his bachelor pad with his own bathroom and he could pee all night long if necessary.
Then his alarm didn't go off. Being a night-owl, Aaron usually liked to give himself two hours to get ready so that by the time he got to the office, he was coherent and actually functional. But the day started at 9 and Aaron woke up at 8:30. And he was seriously, thankful that he didn't wake up later than that. Oddly enough when Aaron woke up the next morning, he barely had to pee. That alcohol must have seriously dehydrated him but for once he was seriously grateful. He grabbed a orange juice and an oatmeal cup to go and bolted out of the door. Then he turned around and grabbed his coat. It was a brisk October evening and the chilly air definitely reminded him that he could use the bathroom. He could just pee when he got to the office...right?
Wrong. Aaron rushed into the office and was handed a large hot coffee by one of the secretaries, Donna. She was the talk of the town among the men at the office but Aaron didn't really find the appeal. It was probably because he was gay.
"The meeting starts in 5 Aaron" she said.
"What? I thought it started at 10!" Aaron exclaimed quickly removing his coat from his shoulders.
"They moved up the time last minute because of something that happened with USPS," she informed him. "They'll be in conference room 190." She pointed to the room in the corner.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered under his breath. He threw his coat at his desk and took a big gulp of his coffee and went into the room. He wouldn't have time to use the bathrooms because the dumb architects who had built the building decided to put bathrooms only on the even floors. And that was a flight of stairs too many to take before this meeting. With this many companies involved, he knew that this was going to be a long meeting. But Aaron was sure they'd have a break at some point.
"Aaron, glad you could make it!" Dan said behind him. Dan was technically Aaron's boss because he was Gary's boss but they had sort of a weird relationship. He was very friendly in a high school coach trying to rally a team before a game way. He was often very handsy with Aaron grabbing his arms or his shoulders, once slapping him on the ass but Judy from HR was on him about that one. And he could really be a dick sometimes.
"Really hope Gary is having fun at that wedding!" He put one strong hand on Aaron's shoulder and gripped it tightly.
"Yeah me too," Aaron muttered.
"But just gunna say, I know you're not Gary but you're the second best and I'm glad you're stepping in for him," he said with a large smile. Dan's teeth were perfectly straight and his smile produced two dimples on his cheeks. They were adorable.
"Uh thanks Dan," Aaron said drawing his lip sin slightly. He wasn't entirely sure if the brawny many had meant that has a complement.
"Alright, let's do this!" Dan said pumping two fists into the air. Dan walked ahead of him and Aaron couldn't help but find himself looking at his ass. His pants were a little bit tighter than usual today and he could see the wonderful muscle definition that he had.
"God you're so from New Jersey," Aaron sighed and shook his head. Feeling a little bit inadequate, he followed the man into the conference room.
And that's what brings us up to this point. Five hours into the meeting, there still was no break and Aaron was hanging on for dear life, seriously hopping that he wasn't about to pee his pants. He knew that Dan knew but every time he had tried to call a break, one of the old men started yapping again and they were back at square one. And Aaron was so afraid that he would cause a problem by just ducking out that he kept quiet silently pleading with his bladder to hold on and for Dan to do something for him.
"We aren't getting anywhere with this, we should take a break," Dan intervened.
"I don't think we should go anywhere until we make some sort of compromise!" Nathan, the CEO of some company from some place that Aaron didn't care about because he had to pee.
"I'm not calling for us to end the meeting Nathan! I'm calling for a five minute break to stretch our legs!" Dan barked back his brows curled and his arms crossed. Aaron noticed that his pecs were very pronounced in the blue satin shirt that he had decided to wear that day.
And then Aaron's entirely body relaxed slightly as a tiny splurt of pee escaped from the tip of his penis. He started to panic. He couldn't pee himself in front of these people. He didn't want to pee himself in front of anyone let alone these huge corporate giants. Not knowing what to do he quickly stood up and bolted from the room. Not saying a word, he heard Dan call his name as he headed straight for the staircase.
"Need to pee, need to pee," he kept saying, trying to keep his legs crossed as he rushed down the stairs. Another bit of pee escaped and he stopped to grab his throbbing crotch. It was so difficult to stop the stream at this point. There was no way he'd be able to hold it much longer. Aaron was going to explode any second. He desperately needed the bathroom. He entered the second floor and took a sharp turn to the left.
There it was, the men's bathroom! And by some luck, there was nobody in the single person bathroom. Aaron started leaking as he entered the room. Forget locking the door! He could feel the urine on his legs he and unzipped his jeans when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. Instinctively he turned around but being so close to release, he couldn't stop himself from peeing. He saw Dan standing behind him looking oddly innocent, his mouth slightly open as he saw Aaron's pee hit the side of the urinal. Aaron couldn't quite focus but Dan grabbed his penis and directed the man back to the urinal so as to not get any of Aaron's pee on either of them.
A loud moan escaped Aaron's lips as he relaxed his body into Dan's. He could feel his penis throbbing and start to stiffen in Dan's hand. It had been so long since someone else had touched him and while he had wanted it, this wasn't exactly what he had had in mind. For some reason, he couldn't help but get aroused.
That was when Dan did something that Aaron didn't quite expect. He kissed his neck and began to seductively nibble on his ear. It made Aaron weak at the knees, although he was already quite weak from having held his pee for so long. He moaned again and this time Dan took this as a cue to start stroking Aaron's throbbing dick.
Dan took Aaron by the shoulders and threw him against wall. The cold tile felt nice on his back as he was definitely heating up. Dan put his hand against Aaron's face and drew him in for passionate kiss then he pulled Aaron's hair back and began to stroke his dick faster. Aaron found his hands grasping Dan's ass.
"Shit," Aaron moaned as he came violently. Dan let go of his penis and traced his fingers down his shaft, and up his body to his mouth. He tapped Aaron's mouth with his finger.
"I didn't know you were gay," Dan said.
"So what, you just took a chance?" Aaron joked with a smile. Aaron's cum was still in Dan's hand and he had half a mind to lick it from his boss' fingers. Dan opened his mouth as if to say something and then there was a knock at the door.
"Just a sec!" Dan cried out and then sheepishly added, "We should probably get back."
"Oh yeah," Aaron muttered catching his breath. Dan laughed as Aaron fastened his pants. Aaron walked over to the sick trying to keep his composure but his mind was swarming. The facet exploded and covered the front of him in water. Dan quickly washed his hands, somehow keeping his clothes dry.
They walked towards the the door the sink still spitting out water. Dan assured Aaron that he would have a change of clothes for him in his office but at least the water had help to wash away the slight pee stains that Aaron had left on his pants. They opened the door and saw a fellow coworker standing there.
"Sink's broken man," he said pointing into the bathroom. "You might want to find another place."
"That's the third time this month. When will they fix that thing?" He rolled his eyes and walked away. Aaron felt a strong hand on his shoulder and turned to see a smiling Dan.
"So tell me, what'cha doing this weekend?" he asked. |
So I've been toying around with the idea of writing a fictional series on this website. With overwatch on it's way out, and all those characters to work with I thought it would be fun to do something with them. Let me know what you think, remember this is my first time really writing anything like this so be fair. If you have any ideas or requests for future characters I might write more short stories in the future. With that out of the way, welcome to the overwatch.
Tracer's Little Time Problems
Diary entry 2008
Hello everyone, Lena here! Today might be one of the most exciting days of my life, after all that training I've been put through they choose me for that flight experiment. As a little girl I always dreamed of becoming a member of overwatch, which in my eyes were like real life super heroes. After all these years of flight school I was offered something I could have never expected. These idols of mine actually want me to join! Wow right, I know! Well I mean to be fair I'm still going to be committing to my air training, apparently the overwatch scientist guys made this new aircraft called "the slipstream". It's gonna be kinda like that movie the fly, oh god hopefully without me turning into some sort of monster creature, haha.
It's supposed to be so fast it's actually going to act as some sort of teleporter. If it works (and it better) we should be able to take that technology and maybe even warp it into something a little closer to the ground. Imagine it though, I'm going to be flying a plane where I could make it from the UK to America faster then you could say "bob's your uncle" haha. My mom's panicking like crazy, but this is overwatch. I trust these guys, I'm sure nothing will happen other then me going faster then lighting. Anyway, on the road. Cya when I break the sound barrier! <3
Diary entry 2008-2012
So I'm not sure what's going on, short version is I'm kinda stuck between realities. Whoops, I guess I am the fly. I'm stuck in this room, seeing time progress faster then I know what's going on, and while I write these few sentences it seems like days, maybe weeks are flashing by in an instant. The room seems nice, plenty of place to run around but I have kind of a problem. See I need to use the bathroom like mad, but because of the way time is moving I always feel like people are watching me. I can't go in this kind of setting, and even though it looks like most of the scientists have left Winston won't leave my side. Which I love him for don't get me wrong.... but it does create this problem. I can't tell what he sees, I don't want him seeing me... use the toilet. I'll update you loves, I'm out!
Diary entry after the incident
Winston is a doll, he found a way to anchor me to reality. He stood there for me, and he brought me back to the world that I have been desperately missing...... speaking of desperately when he brought me back I may have, accidentally, just completely wet myself in front of him. I had tears in my eyes and I couldn't tell if it was because of being happy or out of embarrassment. Thankfully he expected it, they have me a whole new outfit to wear and shower too. This outfit is something else I'll tell you, I love it. They got my old jacket from the air-force days but I look kinda like a colorful iron man with these skin type leggings. And more then that my favorite ape told me that I have the power to warp in and out of time at will. This isn't even a curse anymore, this is a superpower. The lab started calling me tracer, which wow I loved as a name.
Winston did warn me of one little side effect from this whole ordeal, apparently my bladder has shrunk a bit after all the "time do what's it". Oh well no biggie, he says it shouldn't effect me in combat and I doubt it'll change anything. I can't wait to see what the future holds for me!
Diary entry the very next day
I had a dream last night where I was a member of overwatch, fought side by side with some of the greatest heroes the world has ever seen. But my dream became a nightmare, I guess I was thinking so much about the bladder part of the conversation it entered my dreams. I was fighting this guy who overpowered me, he had these like really strong arms and this big belly. Even if my time powers he catches me right, and holds me by the throat. I felt it then, out of fear all the wee I held in unloaded in my leggings. I felt it on my bum as the wee flushed through my clothes. I tried to warp back in time only to get caught again and wet myself all over again. I couldn't hold it and the man who was threatening me started to laugh at me. The rest of overwatch stopped fighting as the longest 20 seconds of my life occurred. I felt my hot pee go down through my legs and out the bottom but strangely my bum was wet too. The man attacked me and I woke up in a sweat, or at least what I hoped was sweat.
In the real world I watched the cameras, I was still at the lab and there was footage of last night. I was in my pink pajama bottoms and one of my teeshirts that makes me feel so cute. In my sleep I had ripped my blanket off of the bed, into a ball that was held in my arms. It happened at 2 30 last night, starting crying. "No, please don't, no" I kept repeating, talking in my sleep. Then to my horror there it was, I started weeing in my pajamas. I kept crying, and turning in my sleep as i let myself go. You could see the dark stain from the liquid grow larger into it completely covered the underpart of my pajamas. The stain on the bed kept growing larger, as I kept crying in my sleep. "Oh god, no please no. Stop laughing, stop please". I'm usually alot stronger, hell in life I'm one of the strongest people you'll know. But that night I cried and peed like a small child. Not only that but I clearly time wrapped in my sleep, I wet the bed twice in a row. I talked to Winston, said it might be a short term side effect of the time warping, brain is going back to how I was when I was younger. Still for the next week or so.... I'd been advised to wear diapers.... |
Wrote this a while back on a request, please don't judge . Just wanted to share it here.
Rihanna felt her bladder filling up as she took another slurp from her beer bottle , laying back on the couch and watching people dance.
The dim club lights gave her a feeling of uneasiness and nausea. Unlike her friends she wasn’t in a mood to party.
A mild headache was keeping her down and all she wanted to do was drink until she forgot about it.
She sat up straight to feel more severe twinges coming from her bladder. It would have been wise to use the toilets.
RiRi stood up from the couch and with unbalanced steps made her way to the ladies. The loud thumping music was making her headache worse, she wanted to go home.
“Great!” she let out an annoyed sigh as she saw almost a dozen women standing outside the ladies’ toilet, waiting to get in so they could relieve themselves.
Not wanting to stand there, the singer turned around and walked back to the bar. She bought herself another bottle of beer before going back to the couch.
She couldn’t help but feel tired after an entire day of work. Her eyes were growing heavier with the exhaustion that she was feeling.
Within minutes she emptied the beer bottle in her hand. Her bladder throbbing now. She crossed her legs to subdue the building pressure.
Her head felt so heavy and she could barely keep her eyes open. It was all swirly and hazy, Rihanna was not even able to make out what was going on around her. She was not in her senses anymore, her eyes forcing themselves to be closed.
There was no understanding or realization, just sharp disco lights, deafening music, drugs and a lot of alcohol.
Rihanna too let herself just go with the flow and soon enough ,she passed out on the couch after downing multiple shots of tequila that one of her friends had brought in .
She had been under a lot of stress of late. Piles of work added up with the very public break up she had with Chris had really taken a toll on her.She needed some time to relax ,to unwind, to recollect herself. The last few months had been really hard on her and she wanted to really think about where her life was heading .
2 hours later when she woke up , her headache had reached a crescendo but there was another sensation that immediately caught her attention. She had to pee, bad.
RiRi held her swollen bladder as she stood up from the couch, the waistband of her jeans cutting into her protruding abdomen.
She couldn’t imagine how much she must be holding for her bladder to hurt this much. She rised from the couch and started walking towards the toilets, cupping her bulging bladder. Each step she took towards the toilet made her wince in agony. She couldn’t deny herself from bending forward a bit as she walked.
“Fuck!” Rihanna gasped to find out that the line for the ladies loo hadn’t subsided, if anything then it had grown even longer.
She clenched her fists and rubbed her thighs as she thought about what to do next. She was getting desperate to pee.
An incredible amount of pressure had built up in her bladder, something like she had never felt before. Of course she had been desperate to pee many a times in her life but this was something else. Maybe the alcohol was playing her.
Rihanna stood there for a while , shifting from foot to foot and rubbing her thighs together.
With the number of women standing outside the toilets, it was easily gonna take more than half an hour for her turn to come and she wasn’t sure if she could wait that long.
In utter hopelessness, she unbuttoned her jeans to give already swollen bladder more room to grow, not bothering about attracting glances from the people around her.
She didn’t care about who saw her like that, she was willing to do anything to help herself hold on till she got to a toilet.
She looked down to her insanely bulging bladder and caressed it with her left hand. It was like a bomb filled with urine, threatening to explode if not diffused in time.
Even after a few minutes the line hardly moved any further. RiRi was beginning to panic.
She couldn’t believe she had to pee so badly. Never before in her life had she been so desperate for the loos.
She was unsure if she’d able to make it at this rate. Without wasting much time she made a decision, she was gonna drive around and look for any public loos in the area.
She hurriedly walked up to her friend to inform that she was leaving, “I am heading back…” Rihanna stated as she held Kathy’s elbow.
“Why? So soon? Stay… we’ll dance!” Kathy shouted as the extremely loud music made it anything nearly impossible to hear.
“No I have to pee… I am going to look for any public loos here around…” Rihanna replied , holding her bladder.
“What?! No! Stay!”
“You don’t understand … it’s really urgent”, the singer answered before she started walking towards the door in haste, not waiting any longer to listen to what Kathy had to say.
Her heels made it even harder to walk to the parking lot. It was one of those days when Rihanna had decided to drive herself around even though she had a chauffeur standing at home.
She was regretting every bit of her decision now. Driving while dying to pee didn’t sound enjoyable at all.
She kept pulling the waistband of her jeans up to apply much needed pressure on her wee hole and she also gave her crotch multiple squeezes on her way to the car.
Once behind the wheel, she crossed her legs tight and gave herself a moment of composure. She was not ready for this, but there was no other choice.
Soon enough she was on the road , her legs shaking with the effort it took to hold back her pee.
Rihanna took deeper breathes to help herself calm down.
She had to pee so bad, she wasn’t even able to think straight.
She frantically looked at both sides of the road to see if there were any loos around but she couldn’t find one.
Ten minutes into the ride, Rihanna was growing more restless and impatient. The pressure in her bladder was insane and there was no way she could keep it in much longer.
Her breathing grew quite spars as she reached the end of her ropes.
Her bladder was bursting , and if she didn't pee in the next couple of minutes her jeans were going to get soaked from crotch to ankles .
She grabbed her crotch with her free hand as she fanned her knees. Oh god, she was so close! How did she get herself into this?
Just then a wave of horror ran through her body as she saw red and blue lights flash in her rear-view mirror.
“Oh fuck! Not now!” she wailed. She had been speeding, doing nearly seventy in a twenty-mile-an-hour limit, but she didn't have much choice. She was in such a desperate hurry to get to a toilet.
She reluctantly pulled over , trying to calm herself down.
Gasping in frustration, Rihanna pressed her crotch as she watched the cop dismount from his bike. After what felt to her like an eternity, he finally started towards her car. She watched his relaxed, leisurely approach in her side mirror, longing to shout out at him, "Will you hurry the fuck up!?" She rubbed herself hard in anticipation of having to remove her hand in a few seconds and relying solely on her already fatigued muscles to maintain control.
She knew the cop would let her go when he finds out that it was her who was driving the car. She was a star after all, no cop would ever dare mess with her anyway.
“Oh its you..!” the cop said, looking at her through the open window, undeterred by her identity, "Do you know why I pulled you over?".
Rihanna was actually a bit taken aback to realize that the cop didn’t care about who she was. This was for the very first time that she was being treated as a common civilian in so many years.
"Yes. I was speeding. But I--?" Rihanna responded, worried.
"Yes,you were well over the speed limit and I am afraid I cannot let you go without giving you a speeding ticket.”
I know, but I'm really in a hurry."
"Who isn't," the cop countered rather brashly, turning the pages on his pad with awful slowness. Rihanna wanted to just scream at him to hurry up. "Let me see your license and proof of insurance."
"Listen," RiRi sighed, her tone rather desperate. "I was going so fast because I seriously need to use the bathroom.
Please let me go, please…". She began fanning her knees more vividly together to make the point and saw the cop observing her deliberate action.
"Mam ,licence and proof of insurance please..," he repeated sternly.
"Okay…" she agreed, realizing that the sooner she got over with it the sooner she could get find a loo.
She picked up her purse from the passenger's seat and began shuffling through the contents. There was a lot of stuff crammed in there that it had become almost impossible to find anything, especially when she was in such a hurry.
After what felt like eternity, she managed to find her driving license and handed it over. The cop began inspecting it while she continued searching for her proof of insurance. Where the hell was it? It had to be here!
RiRi examined the contents of the purse twice, then finally in desperation she emptied them out onto the other seat and began spreading them out with her hand. She groaned aloud in agony as she tried to keep her sphincters closed. The pressure was incredible and she could feel her pee slowly drawing closer to the exit.
Unconsciously , she replaced her other hand between her legs and pressed on her crotch as hard as she could. Then, suddenly remembering the cop, she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Listen," she said, "I can't find my insurance stuff. I must have left it at home, but please can I use the restrooms before anything else , I’m about wet myself…" Rihanna moaned in pain, a drop of sweat running down from her brow.
With a single shake of his head, the cop took a step back and motioned her to get out of the car. "Please step out of the vehicle, ma'am," he instructed her.
"Oh no, please. I can't," she began to protest.
"Step out of the vehicle, ma'am," the cop repeated, seriousness boiling in his tone. No please this time. Rihanna saw the seriousness in his voice and the way he was looking at her. He really meant it. She would have to get out.
Rihanna released her safety belt and pulled on the door handle. She placed her feet out of the car and prepared herself for what was to come. As she tried to stand up, she felt a jet of pee gush out into her panties. She bent forward, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together. It stopped, but even the slightest jolt would start her wetting herself again.
"Oh no," she cried out, her face red hot with embarrassment. "Please, I...oh," she said disjointedly.
Unmoved by her predicament, the cop said, "I want you to stay out of the vehicle until I hand over a ticket to you ma’am."
"Please," Rihanna whined again. "I'm peeing in my pants."
"Please ma’am," the cop repeated.
Keeping her legs crossed, she stood there as instructed, unable to think of a way to take the unbearable pressure off her badly distressed bladder.
Suddenly ,she felt another hot stream burst into her panties . Rihanna gasped as her eyes widened in horror.
She was about to wet herself and that too on the side of a busy road! She just couldn’t imagine the kind of headlines it would make the next day and not to mention the unbearable humiliation. She was a celebrity and there was no way she could let herself be seen in such a vulnerable state.
“Please let me use the loos, I am going to have an accident..” she cried out in one last ditch effort , but her plea fell on deaf ears.
The cop hardly cared who she was , and he certainly wasn’t in a mood to let her go.
A fresh wave of pressure ran through her bursting bladder making her gasp and cross her legs even harder. Bouncing on her closed knees a bit. She was on the verge of losing it, and she knew it.
Despite doing everything in her power to wait, and neglecting repeated warnings from the cop to stay still,Rihanna felt a tiny stream of pee slowly escaping into her already damp panties. She struggled with every ounce of her strength left in her body to stop the leak, but her deliriously tired sphincters refused to obey. She was trying her best not to lose control in front of the cop but her muscles were too tired to hold back all that pee any longer.
Even when she knew she had no hope of making it now, Rihanna just could not just let it go in her pants. She was going to fight it till the last.Her bladder felt so heavy inside her, as if it was holding liters of pee.
She fought on for another few minutes, bouncing on her knees, grabbing her crotch and crossing her legs tight.Whatever she did, the meager stream continued, gradually gathering strength until, finally, she could feel it traveling down her inner thighs.
Rihanna gasped in horror as she looked down and saw the tell-tale streaks of wet on the legs of her jeans, and watching in shock as they spread down towards her trembling knees. She could also feel the wetness gathering around her crotch and spreading across her butt. She had fought so hard and lost.
In despair, she finally relaxed her sphincter and let go. The warmth flooded her jeans and the demin turned dark as her pee flooded down her legs. She watched it run down the tops of her feet and spill over the edges of her heels, wriggling away across the blacktop as she went on peeing and peeing and peeing.
When, at last, the torrent turned into a trickle and then stopped altogether, the singer straightened up and stood there with eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge any passersby who had seen her accident.
Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she had lost control and wet herself in public.
She held her face in shame and despair, unable to stop crying.
The cop unmoved by her accident handed over the ticket to her.
She paid the fine, before hopping into her car and slowly driving off home.
Atleast she didn’t need to hurry now.
-THE END-
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Here are my other celebrity stories if anyone is interested-
Bollywood Calling
Celebrity Saga
Celebrity Saga 2
Ticket to Hollywood
Ticket to Hollywood 2 / Ticket to Hollywood 2 [Alternate End]
Bollywood Calling 2 |
There are many narrative voices a writer can use to create a story, and finding the right point of view for each individual piece of fiction can be vital. Many stories are told in a third person, a first person, or even a second person point of view - well, I tried to do it a little different this time, and I hope I got away with my idea. The next story is about a girl named Ella, told from a panties point of view;
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and public wetting.
- - MY STORY - OR HOW I ENDED UP IN THE WASHING MACHINE - -
The day had started like any other; there I was, comfortably lying in the center of Ella's underwear drawer with my fellow panties, right in between the summer socks and the push-up bra's. A few minutes ago, the sound of running water in the shower had awoken me, and I wondered how late it was; probably somewhere in the afternoon, because small bright rays of sunlight were shining through the cracks in the drawer front.
Not that it truly surprised me; in the last couple of days, I had noticed that Ella had entirely skipped her usual routine of picking up a pair of fresh panties in the morning - maybe she was enjoying a summer break from school - just a guess. Anyway, we had yet to see her that day, but I knew that that was about to change, as I heard someone pushing the shower curtain aside.
A few moments later, my assumptions were confirmed as I admired Ella opening the drawer, butt naked, wearing nothing but a towel that was draped around her long wavy chestnut hair. If you had been there, I'm sure that you would have agreed that the view was breathtaking; as the head of the school volleyball team, Ella had a stunning body. Ella's legs were smooth as butter, looking more fragile as they were in reality - only her muscular thighs revealed that she was quite the athletic type. Her buttocks were soft, firm and round, and from behind, you could see the perfect symmetric form of her genitalia. But the prime of her beauty were in no doubt her large breasts; she was gifted with a 75C rack, hanging loosely above her toned waist as she bent over to pick her underwear out of the drawer.
And then - a glorious moment - out of all the panties in the drawer, she picked me. And at that very moment, I knew that this was going to be a special day. You see, I was Ella’s ‘lucky panties’ - the pair that she exclusively wore on unusual outings. I was there on her last exam in highschool, I was there on her graduation party, I was there on her first date with a boy, and I was there on the night she lost her virginity - oops - that’s all you will hear from me; good panties don’t kiss and tell.
Before I could say goodbye to my fellow panties, Ella unfolded me and pulled me over her butter smooth legs - a feeling that I enjoyed more than anything in the world. I could feel my fabric stretching over her firm ass cheeks, and I snuggled her pubic mound firmly. As it turned out, Ella had shaved her most intimate parts entirely - I could caress every shape of her most personal and private area, my fabric clinging tightly to the outline of her vulva.
She walked to her room bare-breasted, with her bra dangling in her hand, and picked a summer dress with a floral print out of her closet. The piece of clothing was just perfect for me; if she had chosen a pair of jeans instead, my day would have been dark, but now, I could peek from under her dress and see wherever she went. Oh, how I looked forward to taste the smell of fresh summer air again, after all this time in the closet, it was almost indescribable.
Minutes later, she pulled on a pair of sandals and left the house. Today, Ella made quite the journey; I could see her passing by the tile floor at home, the pavement and the asphalt of the street, the flooring in the railway station, the coach floor, the pavement again and finally a large field of grass. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but I believed that her terminal destination was the city park; the lawn just had some kind of feel to it. Finally, she placed herself down on a musty blanket and draped her dress over her legs, blocking my view to the outside world.
There I was, hugging the curves of her privates and buttocks closely, unaware of what was happening behind the floral printed fabric - something only Ella’s dress would be able to tell. Unfortunately, until the glorious day dresses would learn how to talk, I had no choice but to wait patiently for Ella’s next move. And I waited, and I waited, and then I waited some more; Ella was taking an awful lot of time, probably enjoying herself out in the sun. As the minutes passed, I felt the stress in my waistband increasing, driven by a gradual swelling in Ella’s abdomen - it was subtle, but after several portions of time, my elastic string felt really strained; Ella’s lower abdomen bulged out of her body, much further than usual.
When I was starting to think that it would never happen, Ella’s legs suddenly moved her knees upwards, and her dress sailed over her lower thighs - after being blinded for so long, I could finally see again! I watched the park, the blanket that Ella was sitting on, I watched a picnic basket, a champagne bottle and a large water bottle, both empty - and ultimately, when I looked up, I watched the friendly face of a young man, smiling at Ella - and... he seemed to be looking at me! Well hello, hey there, how are you doing, what’s your name, I’m Ella’s panties, nice to meet you! I could see his eyes widen, but before he could even speak, Ella pulled her dress down her legs again. Hey! I guess Ella had noticed that he was looking at me, and for some reason, she didn’t really like the idea of other people staring at her panties - she almost never showed us to anybody.
Soon after, Ella stood up entirely from the blanket, and I could see her sandals again, but then she firmly crossed her legs, and I was pressed between her thighs - not the best position for me to be in, but I managed. I felt myself clinging to her round buttocks, her skin perspired where her butt had touched the ground. Shifting her thighs, she took a small step forward, and crossed her legs the other way, applying even more strain on her thighs; she crunched me in between and forced me to cuddle her intimates a little too intense - a small part of my fabric momentarily slipped between her outer labia, forming a subtle camel toe, hiding under her dress. Ella uncrossed her legs again, her knees still forcefully pressed together - a pair of male shoes was approaching her sandals; out of a sudden, two hands grabbed Ella’s ass cheeks, fingers firmly pressing through the fabric of her dress. She started trembling softly, rubbing her knees together - almost as if she was passionately excited, yet holding something back.
After liberating herself from the squeezing hands, Ella turned around and walked off, taking the same journey from this morning, but in reverse. The grass, the gravel path in the park, the pavement, the crosswalks; all those images flew by as she paced her way back in a non-stop movement, unmistakably in a hurry for some reason unknown to me.
She reached the flooring of the railway station in a heartbeat, and then suddenly ended her rush in the main hallway - abruptly standing still, her heel nervously tapping on the floor tiles below her. The air in the station building was relatively humid, and I felt the temperature of her intimates rising, now that the fresh breeze sailing between her legs was gone, ever since she had stopped running. Her level of perspiration was rapidly rising, and my situation soon became hot and sticky. But I didn't mind it the slightest - au contraire, I liked hot and sticky. The fuzzy warm feeling of being planted between Ella’s legs, caressing her neatly shaven privates - it was so much better than being stuck in her dark underwear drawer. Don't take this the wrong way - I had nothing to complain about; the temperature in the bathroom was always comfortable, the washed panties around me always smelled wonderful, yet... nothing ever happened back there. At least today I was on an adventure, exploring the world; there was no better feeling than that.
Mere seconds after Ella’s interruption of her run, she moved on again, rapidly, now truly dashing through the hallways of the station, twisting between the other travelers, almost bumping into them. High heels, sneakers, costume shoes and sandals; a wide variety of male and female feet approached Ella and then changed their direction, in order not to collide against her and her sprint race. The stairs towards the platform were even more crowded, but Ella pursued; she wriggled through the pack of people, bolted towards the nearest open door, and jumped onto the train, the doors slowly closing as I witnessed her left foot landing on the coach floor. Just in time.
Ella sighed and jammed her knees together, pressing me between her even sweatier thighs, rubbing them against each other in a circular motion. For a few seconds, she relaxed a bit, trying to get her heavy breathing under control - yet to me, her muscles still felt tensed up. She crossed her legs again as her pulse rate slowly but surely dropped to a more normal level, and then calmly proceeded her way through the coach, taking small careful steps. Keeping her inner thighs closely together, she strode through a considerable amount of cars, suddenly fastening her pace in the last car before coming to another stop. From under her dress I could observe her restless feet again, standing in front of a closed sliding bathroom door, her left foot tapping on the floor vividly. The underside of the door shuddered, but nothing happened.
Ella slammed her legs together once again, and then slightly crouched down, her muscles clenched. Once. Twice. Three times. The door shuddered again, then she turned around and started speedwalking back to the other side of the train, travelling through the same cars she passed only moments ago. Where was she going? Her rapid pace indicated that she was anxious to get somewhere in time, but I couldn’t understand why - the speed of the train was dictating the time for arrival at her destination, not her. Well, maybe the concept of public transport flew over my head - after all, I was just a pair of panties.
Another locked door - it seemed to be the end of the train, and Ella slightly crouched down again three times. What a strange ritual humans had, to bend over thrice every time they were in front of a closed door.
After the formal greeting with the second door, Ella walked back from where she came from, even more slowly than before. Apparently, she was playing a game - a game where you could not part your knees, only your feet. She subtly crouched down again, clenching her muscles; the game was most likely not a simple one. I guess she got tired of it really fast, because she placed her magnificent buttocks in a train seat, blocking my view of the outside world once again by draping her dress over her thighs. Ella sat, but not very still; I could feel her right leg bouncing up and down furiously while she shifted her weight back and forth.
This went on for quite a while, and her movements only got more abrupt over time, almost like she had marginal control over her body. Her pulse rate increased again while squirming around in the seat, her buttocks on, and off the cushion, and then on again as if she were sitting in a wild rollercoaster ride. I was sticking against her sweaty skin, shifting along with all her maneuvers, and the sections of my fabric were not entirely where they were supposed to be around her curves; the situation surely was as uncomfortable to her as it was to me, but there was nothing that a simple pair of panties like me could do to help the situation.
Thankfully, Ella took action, and she lifted her dress just enough so that she could place her right hand under the floral printed fabric of the piece of clothing, and grasped her thigh with her fingertips. While I enjoyed the breeze of cool air, I felt her upper body turning left and right, as if she wanted to make sure that no-one was watching her, and her fingertips slowly crept closer to me. All out of a sudden, the palm of her hand swiftly darted towards her privates, and she hugged me with her fingers, pressing them deep between her legs. Normally I would have loved the feeling of her touch, but the temperature of her intimate area had risen exponentially, especially once she started massaging her lips, planting her middle finger between them in a very violent manner.
I had never been so close to her before, now that her soft flesh was all around me, greasing my delicate fabric. The more Ella squeezed her fingers around me, the dirtier I got; I tried my best to soak up the moisture, but could not fight the inevitable saturation - I could only hope that Ella would not be too displeased with my failure. Thankfully, it appeared that she had other things on her mind, as she abruptly stood up, pacing through the train cars once again. For the second time in a few minutes, she was dancing around before the closed sliding bathroom door, and yet again the underside of the door started shuddering, even more heavily than before.
Ella responded by frantically rubbing her thighs together, and after she fleetly swayed her legs around for a while, she found herself a place to sit again, not too far away from the sliding door. Immediately - without looking around this time - her left hand rushed under her summer dress and clasped itself around me as if I had extreme magnetic powers. The amount of strain in her fingers was unbelievable; they didn’t leave her privates for even a second, as she twitched in her seat a few times, trying to keep her movements and her rapid breathing under control.
Hesitatingly, Ella loosened the tension in her fingers and stopped shuffling around in her seat; she clenched her legs together in a successful attempt to maintain a rigid posture. Although her body was clearly fighting something, a certain calmness fell over me - I was still out of position, the taste of sweat increasingly persistent, but at least Ella wasn’t rocking me further around. I could only try to grasp the concept of how simply changing of seats could make such a huge difference to her - they felt the same to me. For a moment, she was so calm that I could feel so much as the train speeding up and slowing down, but her composure quickly faded, as she suddenly spasmed.
In a split second, so many things happened at once. While veering of her seat instantly, Ella hastily planted both hands between her legs, obscenely grinding her dress against me - her sudden desires so intense that she didn’t have the time to place them under the floral printed fabric. Next, I felt her labia getting moist, then wet, and suddenly I sensed drops, a warm trickle. I wished to maneuver myself away, but Ella’s fingers pressed me even closer into her privates; she soaked my fabric instantly, and I couldn’t help it. A wet spot appeared on me, and it slowly expanded to the size of a quarter, then the flow stopped. Quickly, Ella pulled her fingertips from the intimate touch, but the damage was done; her dress was visibly dampened by the moisture that I could no longer accommodate.
Her feet guided Ella towards the aisle, where she started to dance around without any kind of choreography whatsoever, her thighs firmly pressed together. Left, right, left, left, right - her sandals touched the ground in a rapid motion, her body temperature running even higher. The train slowed down, then sped up again, and Ella quickly walked over towards the door where she had entered the coach minutes ago. Left, right, left, right, left. Impulsively, she pressed her fingertips in between her legs again, and the fabric of the dress momentarily touched me once more. Left, left, right, right. Ella clearly could no longer stand still. I moved around with her - her engorged wet lips were all over me. Right, left, right, right, left. And then her feet stopped. Ella simply crossed her legs and stood still, holding her breath, as if she was awaiting something.
Taken by surprise, I felt wetness again, and lots of it, too. A tsunami! Anxiously, I tried to warn Ella about it, hoping that she could save me from the oncoming flood, like she always did, but this time, she took no action whatsoever. I couldn’t escape, my fabric hopelessly trapped between her fingers and her labia, and everything bursted right through me, like I wasn’t even there. I was lost, but Ella’s dress was yet salvageable; she hastily griped it with her fingertips, but just a tad too late - some flowers on the floral-printed fabric were clearly darker than the other ones. Below me, the steady stream evolved into a river delta, and rivulets were running down the front and the back of her legs, down to her sandals and onto the train floor.
As the flood slowed down, so did the train, and Ella got off at the next stop, despite that it was still a long walk to her house. When we arrived at the front door, her dress had dried, but I was still soaked, clinging to Ella’s every intimate curve, until she pulled me down and dropped me onto the bathroom floor. Her eyes were swollen; she had cried.
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So here I am - in the washing machine, the soapy water rinsing Ella's urine out of my fabric. Soon, she will put me inside her underwear drawer again - but I'll never forget the adventure that I had today...
THE END |
Generally, I’m not the biggest supporter of fanfictions. They often assume that the reader already knows the protagonists, and most of them lack detailed introductions and character development. And as a writer, you are limited to the personality of the cast, which takes some of the creative fun away. Over the years, I have received some requests to write a fanfiction, but I could never bring myself to do one - until now. After reading a passage in the book “Game of Thrones”, a simple but effective idea popped into my head, and I finished my first ever fanfiction - you can find the result below. After a short description of the characters from various wiki’s on the web, the story starts with a prologue, both in spoiler tags. The prologue is copied straight away from George R. R. Martin’s novel, and my story starts right after that passage. This is also my “goodbye gift” to omorashi.org, and to the omorashi writing scene in general, since this will be my last story. I’ll probably stick around, so I’m not gone indefinitely; but this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation, holding and wetting.
- - A GAME OF THRONES FANFICTION - -
CHARACTERS
PROLOGUE
“You look amazing, Sansa. Today, all the women of Westeros will look at you in envy,” Jeyne Poole spoke as Sansa’s handmaiden pinned the last flower onto the Stark’s green dress, in preparation to the tourney.
“Not including you, I might hope,” Sansa replied while staring into her mirror, “I wouldn’t want to lose my best friend over my looks.” She turned around and faced Jeyne, smiling, her face glowing. Sansa had impatiently counted the days until the day of the Hand’s tourney, and it had finally arrived. It was the first large event after they had reached King's Landing, and more importantly, Prince Joffrey would be there. Sansa couldn’t care less about all the women in Westeros, as long as Joffrey admired her, she would reach her goal for today.
Jeyne’s lips moved upwards. “I could be jealous over your appearance, but it won’t ever break our friendship, I promise. After all, you are to wed Prince Joffrey, and I’m in love with Lord Beric. Our paths won’t cross; there will be no reason hold a grudge against another.”
Sansa thought Jeyne Poole was being silly; she was only a steward’s daughter, after all, and no matter how much she mooned after him, Lord Beric would never look at someone so far beneath him, even if she hadn’t been half his age. But she was in a festive mood today, and she let the thought easily slip of her drunken mind. She hardly noticed how Septa Mordane entered her tent to take Sansa’s handmaiden with her.
“There’s a knight outside your tent to escort you to the tourney, my lady. Make sure to use your chamber pot before you leave, these events can be quite long and unwinding”, the Septa instructed her.
Sansa threw an annoyed look at her tutor, her cheeks flushing. “That will be all, thank you,” she spoke firmly; she didn’t not want the woman to embarrass her any further in front of her friend Jeyne. She had grown more than tired of her Septa always telling her what to do, especially when it came to her bathroom habits; she was slowly becoming a woman now, and she could very well decide for herself when she needed her chamber pot, or not.
“So who are you rooting for today, Jeyne?”, Sansa tried to change the subject quickly.
“I honestly don’t know, my lady, what about you?”
“Well, as you know, there’s not a man or woman in Westeros that hasn’t heard of the sublime swordsmanship of the Kingslayer, so I suspect that he will be of great significance today.” Jeyne Poole simply nodded, listening carefully to her friends’ analysis. She wasn’t highborn by any means, and while she was lucky to enjoy the same tutelage as Sansa, she hardly knew anything about her friends’ world.
“Let’s see... there’s also Ser Barriston, Lord Yohn Royce, and the sons and grandsons of Walder Frey, Ser Meryn of the Kingsguard; oh Jeyne, there’s so many great warriors that will ride today, I can’t possibly name them all.”
“So, should I root for the Kingslayer, then?”
“It’s your call, Jeyne, that’s the beauty of it, anyone can have their favourite. A shame Joffrey doesn’t compete though, I bet he could take them all.”
Jeyne laughed. “Are you serious? That small young boy?”
Sansa sternly looked at her friend, before softly punching her on the shoulder, grinning. “Don’t tease me like that!”
“Now you have dishonored me, Sansa Stark,” Jeyne impersonated her most masculine voice, and “I am Ser Jeyne Poole, and I challenge you to a duel,” after which Jeyne punched her friend as a repayment, and then ran away to the other side of the tent, raising her skirt so she wouldn’t trip over it. Sansa pursued her, and pushed her friend onto the bed in the corner, falling onto the mattress herself. Both girls kept on giggling for a while, until they heard the sound of a horn blowing three times.
“The horn... the tourney is about to start! Come on Jeyne, we have to go, we can’t be late”, Sansa exclaimed, unable to temper her youthful enthusiasm. Her heart was beating in her chest, and she pulled her friend of the bed, dragging her towards the tent opening.
“Wait, Sansa,” Jeyne remembered the words of Septa Mordane, “I would like to use the chamber pot before we attend the tourney,” and she raised her gown, showing her undergarments to Sansa while walking over to the cabinet where they kept the urns.
“Quickly then”, Sansa complied impatiently, and she hiked her own clothing, realising that Jeyne’s idea was not such a bad one, “hurry up, hand me a one too!”
“I would love to, my lady, but I can’t seem to find them...”
“What do you mean? I put them right there in the cabinet on the top shelf, just this very morning!” Sansa sighed deeply and dropped her dress, unwilling to wait for Jeyne any longer, and she walked over to the piece of furniture, only to observe that her friend was right; the top shelf was dead empty, and the chamber pots were nowhere to be found. Sansa tried to list all the people that had entered her tent since this morning who could have displaced them; her handmaiden, Septa Mordane, and her sister Ayra. Not that it really mattered anyway; all three weren’t here at the moment, so she couldn’t ask them anyway. Then, outside the horn blowed once again, calling out to Sansa’s inner eagerness, and she made a decision.
“We can use our pots after the tourney, I don’t really need to go anyway,” she simply stated, looking Jeyne in the eye. “What about you?”
“Yeah, me neither,” Jeyne replied, hesitant to ignore the Septa’s advice.
“Are you sure?”
Jeyne Poole nodded, and they were greeted by the shouts of the crowd, the banners lurching in the wind, the sun reflecting in the armor of the knights as they left the tent. It was nothing like the girls had ever seen; it all seemed so glorious to them compared to the bareness of Winterfell.
****
Sansa and Jeyne watched the spectacle in amazement, one knight riding after another, each one more fabulous than the last. They screamed in in harmony with the crowd as their lances and armor crashed together, over and over again, until one of them would fall off his warhorse. Jeyne covered her eyes whenever a knight smashed against the surface of sand and stones, most of them barely moving, their squires dragging the defeated off the field. Sansa, however, found the whole scene fascinating. She had never seen knights fighting like this before, risking their lives for fame and honour. She tried to grasp all of their names, imagining that someday they would sing songs about some of them, their stardom dawning on this glorious day.
Nevertheless, as the battles went on for a very long time, Sansa and her friend grew a bit tired of all the extravaganza, and started chatting along, enjoying their day in the cool shadow of the tent shed. They were given places of high honor, on the first row of the stand, a few places apart from Sansa’s father Eddard Stark; they had the best look over the field, at a prominent place so that the commoners could marvel at them. Prince Joffrey was sitting on the top row, only a few feet apart from them, and Sansa could notice his occasional glimpse at her.
Servants were rushing back and forth, bringing delicious treats from all over the kingdom to all nobles; citrus fruits and spicy treats from Dorne, grapes from the Island of the Arbor, pigeon pie and lemon cake, produced by the best chefs in King’s Landing, and of course the wines; sweet and bitter, ripe and undeveloped. Septa Mordane had instructed Sansa to abstain her from drinking alcoholic refreshments, but since she was sitting on the other side of the Hand of the King, she couldn’t supervise her pupil very well. The eldest Stark daughter and Jeyne had seized the occasion, and had gotten a hold of a large cup of wine, which they mixed with their grape juice. There was not much to do at the tourney except to watch the knights, eat and drink, so Sansa and Jeyne, much like the rest of the nobles, didn’t hold back at all.
****
The radiant heat of the mid-day sun had diminished, and while the next group of knights prepared themselves for combat, the king’s own fool, the pie-faced simpleton called Moon Boy, performed a lively act in front of the grandstand. All the noble man and woman, or at least the ones that hadn’t passed out already from drinking too much, roared at his comical undertakings on the stilts. Including Sansa and Jeyne, who were feeding each other's’ hilarity by contagious laughter. Tears had sprung into Sansa’s eyes, while Jeyne was writhing on the bench, her legs crossed under her robe, unable to control herself. She could hear how lady Sansa was deeply breathing in and out in an attempt to stop her own laughter attack, and for a second, they succeeded. Jeyne repositioned herself, but when she looked into her friend’s eyes, their giggling ensued again, fiercer than the first time.
“Stop, stop, Sansa, please stop, or I’ll piss my undergarments!”, Jeyne hissed at her friend, still giggling, but with clear sincerity in her voice. Sansa turned to her, and almost as if Jeyne had cast a magic spell, her laughter subdued, and she gave the Poole girl an educational slap on her thigh.
“Not so loud, someone might overhear us!” Sansa looked sternly at her friend.
“I’m sorry, my lady,” Jeyne excused herself, her own giggle fading away, “but it’s true, my bladder is so full, that I feel as I am pregnant with piss.” She uncrossed her legs and griped the bench firmly, straining all the muscles in her body; the continuous laughter had reduced her resistance, and her desire to use a chamber pot had never been stronger.
“Yeah, I really could use a break, too,” Sansa confessed to Jeyne, and it was far from a lie; constant waves of discomfort were running right through her, and she wished she had followed her Septa’s advice more carefully.
“So, um, what do we do?” Jeyne asked her highborn friend for advice, hoping that they could sneak off soon, not knowing whether she could hold her waters for much longer, the juice that she drank travelling towards her already bloated bladder.
“We sit, we enjoy the tourney, and we hold back until we are excused,” Sansa painfully declared with a straight face, and she crossed her legs under her dress.
****
“How much longer do you think the tourney will last?”
The knights had resumed their combat for glory, but Jeyne was battling with a whole different burden. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had to go so bad. Urine was rushing against her sphincter, each wave stronger than the last; Jeyne anxiously started worrying that she would not make it to the nearest chamber pot, if she didn’t act soon. Despite of it all, she found comfort in the fact that she wasn’t alone in her struggle; her friend Sansa was clearly reaching an alarming level of desperation, too.
“I don’t know”, the Stark girl simply replied, “I should ask my father about it.”
“Could you?” Jeyne’s voice was rushed and as restless as herself. She bit her lip and leaned forward, her buttocks persistently moving back and forth under her dress, sweating from the activeness in her panties. She had to pee so bad, but she had to hold on just a little longer; it was all Jeyne could think about at the moment.
“I will”, Sansa stated, and she rose from her seat; she wanted to know the answer to Jeyne’s question herself, hoping that that the tourney would be over soon, so she could excuse herself. Her full bladder was vigorously asking for her attention, and her kidneys were processing even more wine into urine; Sansa estimated that she could easily fill three quarters of a chamber pot with her own waters if she had the chance. Standing up and moving around while making way towards her father helped her personal struggle a bit, but not by much.
“Father”, Sansa softly announced her presence, and Ned welcomed her with a warm smile.
“Sansa, how nice of you to see your father, you must be growing rather bored of these knights tediously running back and forth, no?”
“Oh no father, I love the knights, the battles, the food; I hope the spectacle lasts until sundown and beyond”, she lied to some extent, hiding her discomfort to her father and Septa Mordane, who was sitting next to him. Sansa pressed her legs together while her bladder stirred inside her; standing still didn’t help her at all.
“The sooner this is over the better, as far as I’m concerned; but I’m afraid that it is up to the king to call an end to this dreadful day”, and Ned pointed at Robert, who was lying back in his chair, clearly full of wine, drunkenly roaring as another two riders clashed together.
“Knowing him, I don’t think it will last much longer”, he continued, “he seems to be growing rather tired. I give it another twenty minutes or so; why don’t you join us here?”
“Thank you, father, but I’ll see you after, I promised Jeyne I wouldn’t keep her alone for long”, Sansa lied again; trying to sit motionless beside her father and her Septa would be torture for her. At least at her place, she could freely move her legs around, maybe even sit on her heel.
Sansa smiled and left her father, and as she looked up, she noticed Joffrey gesturing at her to come over. Sansa felt her throat tighten; he had not spoken a word to her since the incident with Ayra and the butcher’s boy, and she had not dared to speak to him. Her aching bladder urged her to return to Jeyne, but her adolescent heart declined; Sansa contentedly made way to the prince, carefully pressing her thighs closely together. Joffrey nodded and kissed her hand, gallant as the knights in her dreams, and said,
“Are you enjoying the tourney, my sweet lady?”
“Yes, very much, my prince”, she pondered, trying to remain as calm as possible.
“As you should”, Joffrey cheered after sipping his wine, “you will have to attend plenty of them when you become queen. And one day, when I am old enough to enter the lists, I will conquer them all. As for now, my dog will do for them”, and Joffrey pointed to Sandor Clegane, who was standing next to him.
“That would be a glorious day”, Sansa replied in unison, as her bladder stirred inside her. Uncomfortably, she stared at her friend Jeyne, hoping that she could soon return to her seat herself; Sansa wasn’t entirely confident that her kegel muscles alone could keep the massive amount of piss inside her, but she had to stand still for now. The last thing that she wanted to do was share her embarrassing predicament with Joffrey by dancing around in front of him. Thankfully, the prince intervened by nodding at Sansa’s praise, smiling genially.
“I will save you a seat at the feast tonight, my sweet lady, and I hope you look as lovely as you do now.”
Sansa blushed and bent her knees in a curtsy to the prince; Joffrey was too kind. She crossed her legs, took a deep breath, uncrossed them and then walked away, feeling the weight of Joffrey’s stare on her shoulders.
Upon her return, she found Jeyne sitting in a yoga-like position, her right foot tucked under her dress, pressing her heel between her legs with her hands, squirming uncontrollably; she was in great difficulty. So far, she miraculously hadn’t leaked yet, but she felt so unbearably close to release. Her loins were burning, her legs were shaking; Jeyne had to pee, now, but she couldn’t leave without her friend. Immediately when the Stark girl showed, she jumped up, ready to storm off towards the nearest chamber pot, but Sansa gently pushed her down on her shoulder. “Just a few more minutes, Jeyne; my father assured me that the tourney is almost over.”
Jeyne wanted to protest, but a sequence of pain waves took her breath away, and she landed onto her seat again, bending over, biting her lip so she would not scream. She knew she had to escape the stand as she really couldn’t hold on any longer, but her basic manners refrained her from disobeying her highborn friend - as her guest, she had to ask for her authorization. Jeyne looked her friend in the eye, and whispered to her, careful not to make a scene.
“Can we please go? I really don’t care that the competition’s nearly over, I just want to release my piss into the pot, onto the grass, against a tree, anywhere, I couldn’t care less; if I don’t leave soon, I’ll do it in my panties anyway”, she anxiously pleaded, her hands kneading her womanhood. “I know you want it too, Sansa, please?”
Jeyne was right; Sansa really wanted to, and the more her friend talked about it, the more desperate she got. The Stark girl painfully crossed her legs and turned her head, to see that her prince was still staring at her, and she groaned; she couldn’t leave now. Not after the prince had praised her for her presence. She couldn’t possibly risk that he would mistake her disappearance for cowardice.
“A lady must endure, Jeyne.” Sansa’s voice was stern, her face straight. Her throbbing bladder complained heavily, but she persistently followed through. She could only hope that the king would soon call it a day. She had to hold on just a little longer. Jeyne had to hold on just a little longer.
But Jeyne almost couldn’t; Sansa had no idea how terrifyingly close her friend was to uncontrollable eruption, but she absolutely was. She needed to pee badly, she needed to pee oh so badly. The membranes in her bladder were stretching out to unexplored levels, the fluid dynamics of the contents putting so much pressure on her strained muscles that she was hurting herself. She wanted to cry out loud in despair, but she couldn’t embarrass Sansa, so she tried to repress her instinctive utterance, and silently squealed instead. The sound was shrill and lasted a couple of seconds, but only travelled short, as the noise of two riders clashing together dominated the scene. Jeyne closed her eyes, as the surroundings became just a blur to her; she could only think of how desperately she needed to go.
Only Sansa had overheard the cry of her friend, but it left her mind rather quickly; she had problems on her own. She needed a chamber pot more than ever, fighting wave after wave in her abdomen, relying on the strength of her sphincter alone. It was so incredibly tempting to press her hands between her legs and simply hold herself like Jeyne did, but Sansa could not do it, not with the prince watching over her. She tried to press her firm thighs even closer together, but she had already reached the limits of her own flexibility. Leaning forward, breathing loudly, she firmly held on to her upper knee with both hands; it was certainly not the same as grasping her crotch, but it was the next best thing. While Jeyne was in a world of her own, Sansa actively tried to take her mind of her full bladder, and focused her eyes onto the tourney again.
Ser Gregor Clegane, riding brilliantly all day, had just unhorsed another knight, and the crowd of commoners scanted his name all over the valley. While he bowed before the king, his large black stallion was standing right in front of Sansa and Jeyne, and Sansa studied the animal, the sweat drops on his dark skin glistening in the sunlight. The horse was restless, and Ser Clegane had to hold on the leash firmly; it reminded Sansa of Ayra’s mare, who was her stubborn as her sister herself. Suddenly, the animal stood still, and Sansa could see his member swell; the horse had decided to relieve himself, and a thick yellow stream emerged, splashing onto the dusty surface. Unfortunately, this was a highly suggestive picture for both desperate girls, and while Sansa hastily pressed her hands into her lap, Jeyne’s eyes widened.
The crowd suddenly went silent, and Sansa looked up with everybody else; the king was on his feet, his face red, a cup of wine in his hand. “Bloody hell,” he shouted so that anyone could hear, “enough of this horse piss - one more rider, and we’ll call it a day!”
But it was just too much for Jeyne to take. In a faint moment of clarity, she felt aware of every single muscle in her body, and realized that she could not hold it any second longer. The Poole girl slowly rose from her seat, trembling, her vision clouded. She had to pee so badly that her bladder almost instantly voided itself at the prospect of finding a secluded place to let it all go. She couldn't delude herself; reaching the chamber pot in their tent was no longer an option. Jeyne went mad with excitement, only thinking about the possibility to squat behind the first bush in the vicinity of the stand. But as soon as she placed her right foot onto the wooden deck, a hand grasped her slender thigh, and pushed Jeyne down to her seat again. Too weak to oppose that kind of force, her buttocks violently landed onto the bench. Tears sprung in her eyes, disillusioned when she realized that her best friend Sansa was holding her back.
“Just a little longer, Jeyne, it’s only one more battle!”
Her bladder spasmed, being denied the enjoyment that it so badly needed; the torturing sensations in her abdomen were so immense that Jeyne started hallucinating. Electrified with impulses, she visualised the thick yellow stream of Gregor Clegane’s horse, roping on the sand, the disturbing sound slicing through her soul, the common crowds in the back thunderingly roaring. Jeyne gasped for air as the waterworks in her eyes continued; the imagined civilians in her head now laughing at her while she jammed her legs between her legs in an effort to hold back the inevitable. The pain was excruciating, her muscles were stretched for far too long now. She could no longer deny herself relief, her own mind didn’t simply didn’t allow her. She had to ease some of the pressure. What if I just let a little bit go?
It was a minor theory in a sea of thoughts, but an entrancing one. And before Jeyne even realised it, the signals were sent; she loosened the stress in her sphincter just a little bit, and a trickle immediately ran down her urethra and into her panties. The feeling took her breath away, her bladder compelling her to completely lose control, but Jeyne endured, still clenching her muscles, regulating the flow rate, while wetness pooled in the silk fabric around her. With her eyes shut and her ears blocking the sound of the crowds, Jeyne analyzed the sensations on her skin, so carefully that she perceived the very first drop of urine running down her thigh, her panties only just saturated. Without doubt, she closed her sphincter again, and abruptly opened her eyes; the final two knights of the day were at their end of the field, waiting for the signal to make their rush. So was Sansa, with her both hands now deep in her lap, having lost the luxury of keeping her decency, albeit for a whole other signal.
Jeyne just sat still and locked her knees together; she had gotten away with her untested experiment, the flow stopped, only the smallest amount of wetness visible on the back of her dress, which she could play off as just sweat.
She felt like a different person, too; the pain was gone, her abdomen felt frozen, as if time stood still. Jeyne smiled, until her bladder suddenly spasmed, and without a warning, the dam beneath bursted. She panicked, but could not help it; the control of her paralyzed bladder was finally gone, and the sheer force of the torrent widened her urethra instantly. A waterfall of urine violently trashed into her panties, the fabric already saturated from her deliberate leak, and wetness quickly pooled around her buttocks. Jeyne sat motionless, desperately trying to stop the stream somehow before it would escape from her dress, but the flow coming from her exhausted bladder only increased in size. Tears sprung in her eyes as she felt the first rivulets running along her thighs, but her body language wasn’t giving away her accident just yet. She remained in her static position, while warm piss filled her panties, filling Jeyne with shame at the same time. A trickle ran down the inside of her knee, and she held her breath, closing her eyes and listening to the sounds around her, waiting to what would come next. She tried so hard to keep her emotions under control, in order not to draw any attention to her.
Tac… tac… tac tac tac...
The faint sound got lost into the roaring of the crowds; Jeyne was sure that she was the only one who heard it, observing it so carefully, but it pushed her over the edge nevertheless. Thick drops of pee hit the stand under her feet, drumming faster and faster on the wooden plank, until Jeyne could no longer distinguish the drops from the uninterrupted splattering. She started sobbing; the humiliation was just too much for her to take. She was only a steward's daughter, lucky enough to attend this event between princes and princesses, and she had wet herself like a little girl, with no chance to hide the public embarrassment from everyone. This was supposed to be a glorious day for her, but instead, transparent pee pooled on the plank under her feet, overflowing and falling a few feet down into the sand.
She swore she noticed a few commoners from across the field pointing and laughing at her, and silently howled, looking up to her friend for sympathy, as she continued peeing.
Sansa Stark, however, was frantically trying to hold her own waters back, the accident of her friend not helping her in the least. She turned herself away from Jeyne, and pressed her hands deeper into her lap, her fingers searching for the best place to hold herself. The tourney was almost over, but she was on the verge of wetting herself, just like Jeyne did, and she honestly didn’t know whether she could escape the fate of her friend, but she had to try. Sitting in the front of her seat, bouncing around on the edge, she pleadingly looked at the king, and the man holding the horn next to him. Her bladder was throbbing, the painful feeling in her abdomen now a constant, the tension was almost unbearable for her.
Sansa didn’t even try to conceal her desperate need anymore, she only tried to hold back the pressing ocean inside her. She could not possibly pee her pants in front of this company, especially Joffrey. But she could almost no longer hold on either. She tried every trick she knew, but the truth was that none of them worked anymore. Her bladder was simply overfilled, and if she had drunk only half a cup of wine more, her panties would have been wet by now.
Seconds ticked away. Sansa anxiously stared into the distance; her fate was in the kings hands. With only a simple gesture, he could end the tourney, any second now. Then the masses could commence their long journeys towards their hometowns, and the nobles could return to their tents. But none of them seemed to be in a hurry, apart from Sansa, her twitching buttocks barely touching her seat, her body in a limbo between standing up and sitting down. Her knees were bent, and her leg muscles strained; one foot was placed in front of the other one, ready to make a run for it. She had never been so eager to do anything in her life, her desire corresponding with the ultimate urgency to relieve herself.
Thousands of pee drops were sitting at the verge of her pee hole, and Sansa could feel the weight of every single one of them. Tears were welling up in her eyes; the waiting game was SO much for her to handle, that she almost couldn’t take it anymore. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them again, the man next to the king lifted his horn.
Not awaiting the actual signal coming from the instrument, Sansa veered of her seat instantly, misestimating the impact of gravity on her bladder muscles; she almost filled her panties in the process. Frightened by the sudden rush, she quickly pressed her hand between her legs again, and swiftly pulled it back at the same time, terrified that Joffrey would notice the predicament that she was in. Taking small steps, Sansa walked down the steps of the stand, and sighed when she went around the corner, leaving the eye range of the other nobles. Her body screamed for relief once again, and she couldn’t help thinking about squatting behind the stand, but realized that was too much of a risk; as daughter of the Hand, almost everyone here knew who she was. and tales would travel quickly, especially during the tournament and the feasts that accompanied the event. No matter how badly the Stark girl needed to pee, she had to hold on until she reached her tent, somehow; it was the nearest place where she would be safe. Pressing her right hand on her dress, she pressed her thighs carefully together, and danced along the way, her bladder throbbing heavily inside her. The sensations were so strong, that she had trouble breathing, and when she finally reached the tent, she was practically breathless.
A tear of joy ran down her face as Sansa rushed inside, her eyes on the hardwood cabinet. Her mind went blank, calculating the amount of seconds she would need to take hold of one of the chamber pots, plotting the events of the next crucial moment. As if she had practiced the scene one hundred times before, Sansa squirmed forward, her hand reaching for the underside of her dress, brushing her thigh as she pulled the fabric up. The tension in her body rose, and she gasped, as her bladder wanted to give away entirely now that she had reached a private spot. But she was so close, and so determined to hold on, that Sansa fought every wave - the sensations were so intense, and she started bargaining with her own body. While her fingers worked their way up her panties, she calculated that she would do minimal damage when she would let go one she had eyes on the chamber pot. She would let her urethra fill with warm urine as she would place the pot on the floor between her legs, and squat down while her fingers would pull her moist panties aside. She knew that the first drops would land into her underwear, but she didn’t care; the pain was just too much to take for even a nanosecond longer.
Voluntarily, she weakened the stress in her bladder muscles, and her body shuddered as she finally planted her fingertips between on her panties, in the sweet spot between her lips. The cabinet was just four feet away now, but Sansa froze; she had never felt a sensation like this before. For a second, she sensed every muscle in her body, from her curled up toes to her bulging bladder, as some kind of warmth spread all over her. She moaned, loudly, as she pushed her finger further and further in between her thighs, towards her pee hole; holding herself after so long felt so good that she almost collapsed.
Then, a sharp jolt pulled her out of her trance, as the unbearable need to pee took her over again, and she shuffled towards the cabinet, ready to give her body the relief that it so badly needed. Without her deliberate permission, her bladder weakened and Sansa quickly felt that she had hit her point of no return - she simply couldn’t hold it back any longer; it would only be a matter of seconds. Eagerly, she removed her hand from her privates, reaching for one of the chamber pots on the top shelf…
Sansa’s heartbeat stalled, as she quickly came to realize that the cabinet was still dead empty; there was not a single chamber pot, and thus no relief for her. The poor girl gasped, and turned her head around, hoping to find an alternate solution, but felt her urethra filling with warmth instead, and not the kind of warmth that she had felt before. Helplessly, she jammed her thighs together, while a thick burst of pee immediately drenched her fragile panties. In a last effort to save her dress, Sansa squatted down, but the green layered fabric draped under her buttocks, making the clothing act as some kind of water slide. Now that her thighs were spread, there was no holding back at all, and a massive jet of pee sprung from her tortured pee hole without a single pause. Some of it welled up inside her panties, but most of the wetness ran down her buttocks and onto the back of her dress, quickly forming a puddle around her feet. The pure feeling was glorious, but Sansa could not enjoy it; she felt so empty, so humiliated, that she started to cry. She had simply wet herself like a little girl; soon her Septa would find her soaked dress, and most certainly reprimand her for acting improperly. Today was the day where she hoped to become a real lady, but she had truly ruined the occasion, and she would remember this shameful event forever.
Exhausted from the long struggle, Sansa fell onto her knees, rivulets of pee still running out of her abused body, and finally collapsed onto the floor. She closed her eyes, and laid still for a while, listening to the clamor outside the tent. She thought about Jeyne, who had also disgraced herself because of her, probably on her way to the tent right now, attracting looks from anyone who could see her soaked clothing. She thought about her father, hoping that he wouldn’t find out about any of this. She thought about Joffrey. She thought about Lady. She thought about everything, then she thought about nothing.
When Sansa finally opened her eyes, she saw the chamber pots - hidden below Ayra’s bed.
THE END
Edited April 20, 2016 by Flush
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Kagero perched atop a building within the walls of Corrin's Castle, watching and protecting the prince as she so often did. Despite assurances that the castle was the safest place Corrin could be, the ninja believed that he could be in danger at any time. Even though the castle was in the deeprealms, and he was surrounded by his friends and family, he was in danger. It would only take a moment's lapse for an assassin's blade to strike true, or a marksman's missile to find him.
So Kagero watched. So far, nothing had needed her attention. Corrin had always been safe. But any time Kagero considered lowering her guard, or even reducing her shifts, she could only think of how badly it would hurt Prince Ryoma and the army as a whole if anything were to happen to Corrin. Prince Corrin had united two warring nations to fight for one cause, and if he were to fall, would that alliance fall as well?
When peace was so close, nearly tangible instead of a hopeless idea, how could she let it be risked?
"Kagero?" Corrin's voice called up to her, as he noticed her for the first time that evening.
"Yes, milord?" she answered, with her typical formality.
"We've talked about this before, you don't have to guard me all the time." he said.
"You know my reasonings, milord." the ninja replied, thinking back to the countless ties she had done this in the past.
"Yes, and I understand them, but don't you have things you want to do?"
"I want you to stay safe." she said, with a tone suggesting she had nothing more to say. Corrin shrugged, and sighed as he continued his rounds of the castle courtyard. The young prince always enjoyed wandering around the castle, doing this or that, and speaking with the many people who had joined him. It was remarkable how quickly he seemed to form rapport with his soldiers, becoming fast friends with almost all of them. The most suprising of friendships was the one he had developed with Saizo. As Ryoma's other retainer, Saizo, too had been observing and watching Corrin, but it had been out of distrust. But even he began to trust and respect Corrin, after he had observed him for a brief time. Kagero couldn't help but count the prince among her friends as well.
But lately, she often wondered. She justified her near-constant vigil using the army's morale, and her duties as a retainer to Ryoma, knowing that losing Corrin would have catastrophic effects on both. But could there be more? Could, in her observations of the prince, she have gotten closer to him? She had definitely gained respect for him, seeing the way he always had a friendly word for his comrades, and would always stop to help any of them that needed him. And if anyone wanted to join their ranks? He would accept them with hardly any questions asked.
Whatever her feelings might be, they served to make her desire to protect him even stronger. Constantly, she found herself pushing her limits to continue guarding him. She took breaks when she had to, of course, but they were few and far between, and she would only take them when she was absolutely certain the prince was safe. She had already had several close calls due to her determination, with her desperate for relief from a full bladder, straining the limits of her endurance just to make sure he was safe. As the ninja felt a slight pressure begin to form in her abdomen, she wondered if tonight would be another night like that, or if she would have a chance to relieve herself any time soon.
As Corrin continued his rounds, greeting a comrade here, buying new armaments for the group there, even stopping by the mess hall for a meal, it seemed Kagero would never get a break. While all of these areas should be relatively safe, and many would argue the entire castle was safe due to its location in the deeprealms, Kagero could never feel that the prince was wholly safe. Though the bulk of the army was trustworthy, there were the rank and file soldiers and former prisoners who had joined them that made Kagero cautious. But as she felt the discomfort of her rapidly filling bladder, the pressure not yet painful, she wished she could throw caution to the wind, and leave Corrin for just a moment, so that she might relieve herself.
Yet, as it always did, her mind turned to the possibilities if he were unguarded. Though no one expected her to guard the prince, and it was not one of her stated duties, she wouldn't be able to bear it if he were harmed or even killed because she wasn't able to resist her own needs. How could she ever explain such an event to Ryoma, or to her own comrades in the army? And how badly would it reflect on her family's honor?
Regardless, she was worrying over nothing. She was nowhere near her limit, and she was sure she would have an opportunity before then. If Corrin would return to his own quarters, she could be certain enough of his safety to risk a short break.
~X~
The evening dragged on into night, and Corrin had still not made any move towards his quarters. Usually, he would retire there to plan the next war council before it grew too late, but it seemed he would not be doing much planning, as he continued visiting his friends and conversing with anyone he came across.
Meanwhile, Kagero stuck to the shadows, and to rooftops, remaining out of sight and out of mind. One thing she could not get out of her mind, however, was the pressure of her full bladder. She knew that if she didn't piss soon, she'd be really pushing herself, and it would likely begin to grow painful.
As if on cue, she felt a twinge of pain in her bladder. It came at a bad time, as Corrin had just begin moving once more, and the effort of keeping up, while remaining hidden, and controlling her bladder was difficult. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle with her experience and training, but it was a strain against her limits. While this was not the first time Kagero had to hold for a long period, with many of her missions and much of her training requiring it, but this was quickly becoming her worst time.
But she breathed a sigh of relief, as she realized Corrin was finally heading towards his quarters. It wouldn’t be long before he was safe enough for her to risk a short break, and she could relieve herself before things got worse. It would only be a few more moments before the prince reached safety, and then she would be safe as well. There was only one more building between them and Corrin’s quarters, and once they had passed it, it was a straight shot.
Then, Corrin stopped. He had reached the entrance of the last building on their path, and instead of walking past, turned to go inside. It was difficult for Kagero to keep from groaning audibly. The hot springs were the closest building to his room, and it appeared Corrin had deemed the day stressful enough to demand a soak before he retired. Ordinarily, such a luxury wouldn’t bother Kagero in the slightest, the entire army enjoyed the hot springs, after all. But it was much too open, with no clear escape routes. And Corrin would disarm himself while enjoying the water. There was no way she could abandon her guard while he was within the spring, but the thought of being so close to a spring full of hot water was practically unbearable.
From outside of the spring, she found she could just barely make out the sound of the water, especially when Corrin or any of the other troops using it moved. And the sound was torture. Her bladder had already felt incredibly full, but now, Kagero found she couldn’t help herself from crossing and uncrossing her legs, and forcing a hand between her legs, doing whatever she could to offer some small relief. She prayed that Corrin wouldn’t be much longer, because the ninja did not think she could last much longer under these conditions.
Finally, she heard the unmistakable splash of someone rising from the water. The splashing and dripping as they moved only made her problem worse, but she knew it could mean she was that much closer to relief. Just as she uncrossed her legs in preparation to move, she felt a sudden, severe rush of desperation from her stressed bladder. Despite her best efforts, it was enough to overpower her. She whimpered quietly as she felt a small spurt of piss escape her. Before it turned into a full fledged torrent, she was able to stop it, and felt it go no further than her underwear. She breathed a sigh of relief, both because it would be unnoticeable, and also because she saw Corrin exit the hot spring, now heading straight for his room.
She followed behind him, concealed in shadow, determined to go just a little bit further and see him safely home before she saw to her relief. She was so distracted by the unbearable pressure in her bladder that she failed to notice the two shadows heading them off, until they stood in front of Corrin, blocking his path. Immediately, she shifted into an attack stance. The potential threat to the prince drove all other thoughts and feelings aside, as Kagero’s years of training leapt to the fore. She was prepared to strike at a second’s notice, but waited and listened to see what exactly was going on.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Prince Corrin.” one of the men said. “We’ve been waiting for you here for an awfully long time.”
“I...recognize you.” Corrin said, though Kagero had been unable to place the two soldiers yet, though they wore Nohrian garb. “You’re the men we captured in the last battle. We were able to persuade you to join us. Did you have something you wanted to speak with me about? You didn’t have to wait here, I-”
“Gods, would you shut up?” the other man interrupted. “Garon’s paying us to kill you, not listen to your mewling.” Kagero saw Corrin’s hand move to the Yato’s hilt, and though he was a capable fighter, she knew two on one would be a hard fight for him.
“Garon...sent you to kill me?” Corrin asked, surprised that Garon still had soldiers loyal enough to take such risks, when the war had driven him nearly insane.
“Aye, and he’s paying us handsomely for it, too.” the first man said, as both of the assassin’s drew their weapons. “Now do us a favor and d-” suddenly, a shuriken struck the man. With a grunt, he slumped to the ground, clutching at the blade in his side.
Before the other assassin could react with anything more than a suprised cry, Corrin saw a blur rush toward him, and he too fell to the ground. Then Kagero stood before him, as if she appeared from nowhere. It was not the first time Corrin had witnessed the ninja’s impressive speed and agility, but it never failed to impress, especially when it was used to save his life like that.
“Kagero! Thank you, I really should have expected that. I’m never sure when you’re watching, but I’m glad you stuck around this long.” Corrin said, smiling warmly at the ninja who had saved his life. Kagero heard his words, and was glad she had been determined enough to stick with the prince this long. But she had reached her limit. It was taking every ounce of her strength and her focus to keep from losing control of her bladder, and as she stood with her legs crossed and her hand forced between them, she knew it would be a losing battle. “Are you alright?” Corrin asked, but even if Kagero could have spared enough attention to answer, there would have been nothing he could do.
A sudden twinge of pain was the end. Before she could remove her hand from between her legs, her piss began to rush out of her. She was unable to suppress a moan, as the pleasure of relief after so much pressure was incredible. Realization slowly struck Corrin, as he watched the dark patch spread across the fabric she had pressed into her crotch, and as he heard the piss splatter against the ground. Even in the dark of night, he could see the blush that covered her face, as the ninja pissed herself.
After what felt like an eternity, but could only have been a moment, Kagero’s bladder was finally empty. She stood upright again, and said; “If that is all you require, milord, I would like to be excused.” The blush on her face had not lessened at all, and had in fact grown much more severe. It was obvious she was trying to act like nothing had happened, and would like to simply leave, so that she could clean herself up before anyone noticed.
But Corrin wouldn’t have it. “No, Kagero. You just saved my life!”
“But, milord. I...I pissed myself.” Kagero said, unable to look him in the eyes as she did. “If anyone were to know, and I were to be seen with you, we would both be dishonored.”
Corrin grabbed hold of her chin, gently, and turned her face towards him. She expected him to speak, and was taken by surprise as he planted a kiss on her lips. “I don’t care, Kagero.” he said, as he pulled back. “You saved my life. I doubt I could have fought off both of those assassin’s on my own, yet you took them down with no trouble, even given your circumstances. The only reason you were even in such a situation is because you refused to leave me unguarded, even once you were well beyond your limits.”
“...you have a point. Still, I don’t want anyone to see me like this. It would be best if I...” she started, but Corrin put one arm around her shoulders, and began walking her towards his room.
“It would be best if you waited in my quarters. I can run and get you a change of clothes while you clean up, and no one will be the wiser.” he interrupted, opening the door for her.
“What if you are attacked again?” she asked.
“Come on, two assassination attempts in one night? You were right to guard me this much, it would seem, but I really don’t think that’s something to worry about. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Corrin said, turning to leave. Before he could, however, Kagero placed one hand on the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss of her own.
This kiss was longer, and more passionate, as Kagero had finally pinned down her suspicions. In guarding the prince, she had fallen in love with him. “You had better.” she said, with a smile, and a blush that seemed like it would never fade. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”
Corrin grinned, and replied “Yes, I think we do too.”, before he turned to leave.
Author's Note: Commissioned by Blooper. I hope you enjoy it!
Edited April 21, 2016 by Jack Napier
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Chapter 2:
Coming into work the next day Garret felt more than a little awkward. He had just enjoyed a night with his new employee who was also a co-worker's daughter. While he didn't have any reservations about liking Grace, he didn't know what to quite make of the experience whereby Grace had the most provocative 'accident' he could have imagined. He loved every minute of it, but it wasn't what he typically opened new relationships with, if it even was that.
Garret progressed through his day as best as he could and when Grace arrived she did the same. The two were alone for almost an hour before they dropped the professionalism and actually mentioned their situation.
"So since you're not gonna mention it, I had a lot of fun last night" Grace said with a beaming smile.
"So did I" Garret said a little reserved.
"Hmmhhh it sounds like a 'but' is coming?" Grace replied.
"Well I have to be honest, and I wouldn't really call it a 'but'. I just don't really know how to go about this, I mean we're co-workers and more importantly so is your mom."
Grace giggled and replied "Don't worry my mom knows. Well she doesn't know everything, but she knows we went out and I hung out at your place before walking home a little late. She even kinda told me about how there was a cute new guy working at the pharmacy and that I she could probably get me a job if I wanted" Grace said giving Garret a fake and overly dramatic embarrassed look.
"So you started working here because your mom said I was cute?" Garret asked not knowing whether to be honored or a little creeped out.
"Well I applied a bunch of different places, the pharmacy was just the quickest hire with the highest salary they're gonna give me for a summer job, but she did mention you when I asked her about getting a job here" Grace explained.
"Ok well that's good I guess. What about...whatever we are and working together? Can we work together and still go out?" Garret asked.
"Well I don't know. If I promised to keep work and fun separate could you reciprocate?" Grace asked, making things sound very simple.
"I think I could keep that promise" Garret said with a smile.
"Well I'm glad we figured all that out. Just to be sure though, is it ok if I ask if we can go out tonight?" Grace said looking innocent.
"Yes I would love that" Garret replied.
Despite having the store to themselves the two kept to their promises with neither mentioning anything 'inappropriate'. The two instead shared dumb stories and bad jokes for another two hours at which time Grace asked:
"Would you mind watching my counter, I'm going on break" Grace asked.
Garret said "sure" and put the 'back in 15 mins' signs up at the pharmacy. Sundays were typically a slow night, for no particular reason other then a lot of people assumed they were closed by that time. There was the occasional customer, or someone in need of a prescription but by and large Sundays were about as boring as it got.
Grace checked out for her break, grabbed an iced coffee drink from the cooler and started to stroll through the isle for a moment before coming back. She placed two items on the counter for Garret to ring up for her. The first was the drink, which now had almost a quarter of its contents missing, and the other was a package of adult diapers. Garret thought Grace was joking at first, but upon searching her face for a smile or giggle he simply got a stoic gaze. His heart began to beat faster slightly and while inspecting the package a moment he finally had to ask
"I thought we said no fun at work?"
"I know, but I'm on break" Grace smirked and laughed "and also we have to close the register 5 minutes before our shifts end, I thought this was the most appropriate time" Grace further explained.
Garret had to agree, and figured if she was going to bend the rules slightly that she was doing it in the best possible way. While examining Grace's diapers Garret found himself familiar with the package. They were left over from a pregnant customer asking specifically for something 'REALLY absorbent' as she was afraid about a car trip she had to go on. Grace went to the break area for the remainder of her break. She came back and checked in about as nonchalantly as could be. Garret went back to his post but couldn't help but wonder what Grace had in mind.
The time finally came to close up, which the two did in almost record time. The lights were no sooner off when Grace asked Garret
"Where are you taking me?"
Garret smiled and thought about it
"it's too late for a movie, and every good restaurant is closed unless you're looking for some of the fanciest food McDonalds has to offer. I am at a loss, do you have any ideas?" Garret asked.
"There's a good movie on Netflix I kinda want to see, I mean if you trust me to come over after my little accident" Grace said with a smirk.
"Well something tells me I don't have to worry about you getting my floor wet tonight" Garret replied thinking about Grace's prior purchase.
The two stepped into Garrets car as he began to drive them to his house.
"You'll just have to wait and see I guess" Grace replied, enticing Garret.
The two arrived at Garret's house where they promptly went to Garret's room and began the movie. It wasn't anything special, just a romantic comedy with soon to be has been actors and actresses.
"This movie is boring" Grace finally said after what seemed like far too long, but had only actually been 15 minutes.
"Do you want to change it?" Garret asked.
"No...I want to play a game" Grace professed.
"What kind of game are you thinking about?" Garret asked.
"I bet that you need those diapers I bought tonight more than I do" Grace said.
"Ohh really?" Garret replied, having his curiosity sparked. "So what's the bet?"
"Simple, I bet that I can keep my pants dry longer than you can. Loser sleeps diapered tonight" Grace wagered.
"Yeah, and with you wearing those diapers I'm sure it'll end well for me" Garret retorted.
Grace went to her bag and pulled out the package she had bought earlier in the night. She then tossed them to Garret whereby he quickly realized that all of the contents were there, and not even a tear was made in the plastic.
"Ok you have a deal" Garret finally agreed.
The two picked a new movie and upon Grace's request every 45 minutes or so Garret got the two a glass of water. Nearing the end of the movie Garret was starting to feel the urge to go, and began to wonder what would happen if he lost the bet. He didn't think Grace would be so in control, but there she was, not fidgeting in the slightest. The movie ended and the two selected another to which Garret made it nearly half was through before really starting to show signs of having to go.
"Aww does the little boy need to go potty?" Grace teased in the best baby talk she could muster.
"Yes he does, how do you not even have to go?" Garret asked.
"Who says I don't" Grace replied.
"I don't think you're in quite as bad shape as I am right now" Garret said.
"Would the baby like me to put his diaper on him before he has an accident?" Grace asked, again returning to the baby voice.
Garret didn't know what to respond with. He knew how close to losing he was, and how little it seemed Grace really had to go.
"No, not yet" Garret replied with a smile.
Grace then climbed on top of him
"Are you sure? Because I know I don't want to hold it anymore, plus I may have been a little misleading..." She said as she pulled down her leggings and pulled up her short dress, revealing a soaking wet diaper. "You didn't think the large ones I bought were for me did you?" Grace asked rhetorically as Garret realized he never made notice of the size.
"I've been wearing it all day, and it's been starting to leak. I don't even think I can make it to the bathroom from here" Grace said looking at Garret.
Garret grinned and replied "Well accidents do happen I guess"
At that moment Garret looked down and saw Grace's diaper begin to fill more than it could handle. She began leaking all over Garret and he could no longer holdout as he began having his own accident. After finishing with their naughty accidents the two quickly helped each other out of their wet clothes. The 'fun' that was prohibited at work was then finished before the two cleaned up, and helped change each other into his and her new night time pants. |
Thanks for all the encouragement :D
It was weird, since she halt felt her bladder, it seemed like the road got longer and longer. She ran into a youngster (who proudly proclaimed that his Rattata was "top percentage", whatever that means) and a bugcatcher holding a butterfree. She had, however, learned that moves like Volt tackle and Bite did more damage than a normal Tackle. Anyhow, she hoped Sandcurl, the next town over from Rootstay, her hometown, wasn't too far away. The slight bobbing of the walking Pokémon made the pressure even greater, though she was glad that she didn't have to walk. "Hooo, one second Gal" she said, cause the spider to stop (with such a force that she shuddered for a second). She stood up straight on its back and read the sign that had caught her eye. "Rootstay, 10 km left, Sandcurl, 5 km right" she repeated to herself. "Oh great" she thought, as they moved on, "This is going to take forever". She thought about her predicament for a moment, as her bladder was starting to nag her, when suddenly she had an idea. "Hey Galvantula, can you move faster?" no response "Like, at least a little bit?" no response. A wild idea popped into her head. She grabbed the fur covering the lower body of the Pokémon, slightly raised her head, took a deep breath and...
"Galvantula! Use Extreme speed straight ahead!"
The spider zoomed forward at an insane speed, and she saw how this was a terrible idea as she clung onto its back. Her body was rapidly being bashed onto the Pokémon, putting extreme strain on her already painfull abdomen. "Stop!" the spider stopped so violently that Chloe rocketed off its back onto the ground in front of it. "Owwww" she said, while standing up. The spider didn't know what it did wrong, it just followed orders. She petted its head and shook under the immense pressure now located between her legs. She turned around and gasped. She made it. In front of her was a magnificent little town, bordering the sea. She was so overwhelmed by the sights that she forgot her bodily functions. She put Galvantula into its Pokéball and quickly walked into town.
To the side of the Pokémon center, nurse Joy was standing around in the garden. Chloe decided to ask her to use the Pokécentre's toilet first, then she'd talk to her father's colleague. As she walked up to the nurse, she noticed she had a weird, abscent-minded smile on her face, but she payed it no mind. "Ummm, hello, could I maybe use the toilet in the Pokécentre please?". She knew it was a public toilet, but the nurses had the key to the toilet to avoid vandalism. "Hello, toilet?". "Um, yes please?" Chloe asked confused. "Yes"...no movement. Chloe was dancing around, pushing her legs together, and decided to go inside to look for help, but, surprisingly, the nurse walked after her. Though she thought it was weird, she walked past the healing point into a white hallway, where the toilets were located. When they reached the right door, she hopefully turned around to the smiling nurse...no movement, again. "Come on, please!" Chloe asked, getting frustrated, but the nurse just stood there. "Unnnngg", Chloe started panicking. She was quickly running out of time and this nurse was not helping at all.
"I really, really need the key to the toilet!" she said desperately. "Key toilet" the nurse repeated. "Yes! Yes! The key to the toilet! Please!" Chloe said, now doubled over to prevent herself from having an accident. "Please!" the nurse said. "Oh my god come on please--aaaah!" a small spurt of urine escaped into her white panties. She was pushed her crotch with her hands, but she needed to go, and she needed to go NOW. "God please!" the nurse said". Chloe was beyond the point of begging, or even talking, all she could do was moan and grunt as she was pushing her bladder to a point she'd never reached before. Her mind was foggy, and somehow everything she could think about was the release of this pressure. "Hmmmm" with all her force, she pushed her trembling hands between her legs. "Hmmmaaaaaah!" the dam burst and with a loud hissing noise all the pent up pressure was released into her pants. She didn't think about how she was wetting herself, because the feeling she had while her bladder was emptying like a balloon was indescribable, amazing, orgasmic. She stood there, still at a slight angle, as the pressure slowly desolved and she heard the exces urine trickling onto the ground. She stood for a good 10 to 15 seconds before it was over, after which she slowly moved upward and checked the damage. Her pants were ruined; apart from a few dry patches on the outside of her legs, everything was wet. Her accident had had such force that ever her butt was wet, and her legs felt warm as the last few drops of urine rolled over them. The puddle on the ground was surprisingly small and unnoticable, and the amazing feelind she'd had was slowly drifting away.
Footsteps were comming her way. She was scared, until she realised she had a nurse with her, which made her feel...justified, in a way. Around the corner came...nurse Joy? The nurse was reading some papers but stopped and looked up when she noticed there were people in the hallway. It took her a full 10 seconds to take in the scene. "Ummmm..." Chloe started, before being interrupted. "Don't worry", the nurse said, "step into my office please". She grabbed the other nurse by her arm and pulled her into the office, with Chloe walking after her, her pants making a disgusting sloshing sound and leaving a trail behind her. "Ahem, my apologies" the nurse started "this was bound to happen sooner or later, but I can explain". She grabed a picture of officer Jenny from a plank and, to Chloe's surprise, pushed it in the other nurses face. After about a second, the nurse's hair shortened, her outfit and body changed and suddenly, it was officer Jenny. Chloe stood there, mouth agape, as the confusion started to set in. She was completely transformed, the only thing remaining being the smile. "You see..." nurse Joy said "this" (she pointed at Jenny) "is a Ditto, not an actual person" she sighed "so it didn't have a key, and even if it did, it wouldn't understand you".
Chloe was both confused and reliefed that it wasn't her fault. "I am very sorry, this guy has been causing problems lately, but since it can imitate anything, it's hard to catch. We have some spare pants and we, of course, will clean up for you". Chloe put on the fresh pair of pants after drying her panties as best she could. It wasn't comfortable, but it was something. After thanking the nurse, she walked back to the front, where she spotted a professor-looking guy looking around. "Hello!"she said, walking up to him, "I'm Chloe, Chloe March, daughter of Patrick" she introduced herself. "Ah, nice to meet you, your father told me you'd come, how was your trip?". "It went rather well" Chloe said, deciding to leave out the last 2/3s, "I liked being out and about, and batteling is something diffrent from picking berries". "Ah yes, well I'm glad you're here, here are the parts your father needs" he said, handing her an envelope, "and my Tallonflame is waiting outside to take you home". Chloe was confused, home? If he had a flying Pokémon, why didn't he visit her dad? "Aha, you see, he is quite old, he can't carry me, so, now I use him to send mail, but he'll be able to support you" he answered, as if he'd red her mind. Chloe thanked the scientist and walked outside, where the majestic bird was waiting for her
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The excitement Chloe felt once she landed was unparalelled. She looked around Sandcurl. It was a beautifull little town. on the east the was a small beach, with about 5 or 6 houses facing the sea, and then there were the Pokemon centre and a small Pokemart. To the west a road headed to the first big city she'd find; Amethius city. She decided to go to the Pokemart before heading out. "What can I do for you?" the salesman asked. "Well, I'm kinda new to the whole Pokemon training thing, so, how do I start?" "It's easy! You simply weaken a Pokemon, and try to catch it in a Pokeball. Here, because you're new, here are 5 for free.". Chloe gratefully accepted the Pokeballs and put the in her bag. "The road ahead is rugged, as it leads you past mount Ebott, which you can use as a route to Skytop city. However, there are a lot of rock and ground Pokemon, so I suggest you catch a water-type Pokemon. Wait, you know what, I have here-" the salesman ducked underneath the counter and came back up with a shoddy looking rod "-an old rod. It's yours for, let's say, 100 p". Chloe thought about it but handed over the 100. "Thanks!" she yelled, as she left the store.
She walked over to the beach and threw out her rod. The first few times, nothing stuck, untill suddenly; "Aha!" Chloe reeled in and a relatively big, red fish splashed onto the beach. Chloe threw out her Pokeball and out came...Galvantula? She hadn't actually checked what Pokeball her dad had given her, but felt a slight sting in her heart when she realised he had noted how well the two had bonded. "Galvantula, use Thunderbolt!". Galvantula's fangs started to glow a bright yellow, and unleashed a big bolt of lightning straight into the fish. Once Galvantula had stopped electrocuting the creature, it looked more like a fresh-baked meal than a Pokemon, and Chloe wondered if she'd overdone it. Nevertheless, she threw a Pokeball in its direction. The pokeball wiggled...and wiggled...and wiggled...until the small white button at the front popped out, signalling that the ball was locked.
Chloe took her newlycaught Magikarp to the Pokemon centre, as she realised the thunderbolt had done quite the number on it. She blushed when she saw the nurse standing behind the counter, but hid her shame and gave her both her Pokeballs. A small jingle announced that the two were up and running again and the nurse thanked her for using the Pokemon centre. Outside, Chloe decided that if she left now, she would probably make it to Amethius city before dark. She set off and soon encountered a Geodude. Excited, she sent out Magikarp. "Magikarp, use..." then it hit her. She'd thought she'd heard about Magikarp before, but now she realised WHAT she heard about it; words like "weak", "useless" and "a waste of time" sprung to mind. Before she could do anything, Geodude had Seismic tossed her Magikarp into a coma. She decided it was best to cut her losses and went on. Luckily, she only saw one trainer, but he was distracted when a Geodude punched a tree behind him, and she could slip past. The sun was setting as she entered Amethius city.
Amethius city was one of the grandest places Chloe had ever seen; skyscrapers with 9, 10, 11 floors, brightly lit neon signs advertising everything from bio-friendly potions to battle arenas, People walking back and forth over the roads, and a constant hum caused by the conversations going on around her. She decided to heal up her pokemon first, and after a 15 minute walk she reached the Pokemon centre. Chloe had gotten quite hungry and tired, as she'd been walking all day. "Excuse me," she said to the nurse, "I'm quite new to all this, and since it's getting dark I need some food and a place to stay, could you help me?". "Well" the nurse replied, "you should look for the Chespin Inn, it lets trainers sleep there for free, it's nothing fancy, but it's got a bed and running water. There's a small, cheap restaurant called Peking Golduck, so you could eat there, ah!" the nurse turned around and got the Pokeballs "Please come again!". "Thank you!" Chloe said while leaving.
She looked around and eventually found Peking Golduck, hidden away in a small street close to the heart of the city. Inside it was quiet, and a small bell rung as she opened the door and walked to the bar. It took a few seconds for someone to show up from what she assumed was the kitchen. Chloe was lost for words for a moment. Behind the counter stood a young female, probably about 20 years old. Her hair was dyed a bright blue collour and she had quite a pale skin. Her face was very...detailed, almost and she had a decent breast size, Chloe estimated a C or D cup. "Welcome to Peking Golduck, what can I get you?" she asked. "Ummm..." Chloe looked up at the prize list above the counter, "I'll have the Farfetch'd with a side of leek, please". "Excelent choice, I'll come bring it when it's done" the waitress said with a sly wink. Chloe was worried, was she blushing?
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"Here you go!" the waitress said. Chloe was abruptly pulled away from her deep thoughts as she felt her face heat up when the waitress spoke to her. "Th-thanks" she stuttered as she sat upright. "Hey, it's time for my break, mind if I sit here with you?" "N-no, not at all." "Great, thanks.". The waitress put down a plate of cooked Goldeen across from Chloe. "I'm Emily, nice to meet you" she said, while sticking out her hand. "Chloe" Chloe responded while shaking Emily's hand, it felt surprisingly soft. "So..." Emily swallowed her piece of Goldeen "-you a trainer? Haven't seen you before". "Um, yeah, I'm kinda new to all this" Chloe replied. "I always wanted to be a trainer, but I'm stuck with this dumb job." she said, rolling her eyes. "Oh? Why?" "This restaurant, my parents run it, and they probably wouldn't make it without me here. Oh well, maybe someday". "Yeah, I mean, my mom was a berryfarmer, my dad a scientist, so I wasn't exactly trainer material myself" Chloe responded inbetween bites. She couldn't help but admire the pretty, blue-haired girl in front of her, as much as she wanted to pull her thoughts away from her. "Haha, true, but I me-" "EMILY?!" Chloe jumped slightly as the conversation was interru[ted by a scream comming from the kitchen. "Shit, that's my dad, see you around!" Emily said while scrambeling towards the kitchen.
Chloe felt weird that night. Her head was buzzing with all the things that happened that day; leaving home, catching her first Pokémon, walking all the way to Amethius city, meeting...meeting Emily...She was lying on top of her bed. Her bladder was aching, but she didn't go to the bathroom. She wasn't intent on wetting herself (again), but she wasn't going to get up either. As much as she hated it, she enjoyed the feeling of pressure on her abdomen. She sighed, what was she even going to do? In the rush of the moment, traveling the world sounded amazing, but she wasn't wel versed in batteling or training Pokémon...She grabbed her cellphone and pressed some numbers. "Hello? Chloe?" a familiar voice answered "Hi mom! Wanted to call and tell you that I'm alright!" Chloe responded "I'm in Amethius city now!" "Oh dear that's great! It's pretty isn't it? I went there with your dad once, for work.". Chloe talked for about an hour about her day. "Well, I'm glad you're having such a good time" her mom finally said, "do call again, won't you dear?" "Yes mom" Chloe said in a jokingly annoyed voice "Love you, bye!" "Bye!". Chloe got up. Building up pressure was a nice feeling, but she was getting tired.
The next day was exciting, but repetetive; grinding for levels. She managed to get her Galvantula up to level 15 and her Magikarp to level 9. The rest of the day she spent in the library, reading up on her Pokémon knowledge. This caused her to wonder how her dad got a Galvantula at such a low level, since they evolve at a later level. That night, she went back to the Peking Golduck. Her heart jumped when she saw Emily standing behind the counter, leaning on one arm looking incredibly bored. She looked up when Chloe entered and smiled. "Back for more ey?" "What can I say, I appreciate quality" Chloe winked.
Sitting at a table with a steaming plate of pasta, Emily opposite of her, also with pasta, they talked while eating. "The only house-Pokemon that we have is Tropius, which we use to get bananas, we have meat delivered to us and berries from farms like yours, apart from that I barely ever see a Pokémon, the occasional Lillipup or Skitty, but no wild Pokémon.". Chloe suddenly had a wild idea. "Do you want to catch a Pokémon?". Emily's face lit up "Um, yes?! Why?" "I have some Pokéballs left, how about we meet at the eastern road, the one to Whitepearl city?" "Oh-my-god, are you serious? Thank you! Thank you so much! Oh my god I'm gonna catch a Pokémon!" Chloe smiled as she saw how happy she had just made a person she met the day before.
That night, Chloe stood underneath a lamppost, waiting for Emily to show up. She herself was incredibly excited as well. Emily eventually came walking toward her, her blue hair dancing in the night breeze. "So, how do I do this?" she asked. Chloe led her to a patch of grass, where they stood for a while, when a sound closed in on the pair. Chloe looked around and soon spotted it's source; a Noctowl, not that far away from the two. She let Galvantula out and Sat on the ground, giving Emily full controll. "Galvantula, use Electroweb!" Emily shouted, and Chloe saw the Noctowl get stuck to the floor, electricity coursing through its wings. "Good, now, use Bolt Strike!" Galvantula's impact with the Noctowl was something to behold, the force knocked the owl flat to the ground, still bound in silk. "Great job Em! Here you go!" Chloe threw a Pokéball at Emily, who caught it and in turn threw it at the Noctowl. It wiggled...and wiggled...and wiggled...Chloe's heart was racing...*click*. "Ye-he-heeeessss!" Emily yelled. "Great job!" Chloe shouted at her as she retrieved her Pokémon. "Thank you!" Emily squeecked as she flung her arms around Chloe. It took her a second to come back down to earth and she hugged Emily back. "Well...ummm...here you go..." Emily said, as she stuck the Pokéball out towards Chloe, "it's your Pokéball" she mumbled. Chloe raised her eyebrows and looked from the ball to Emily. "No silly, it's yours!". Emily's eyes started to water as she looked at Chloe. Chloe's only response was a weak smile, while her emotions were running amok in her head.
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The building was big and imposing, yet she knew she had to go through to progress on her journey. She read the sign next to the door. "Amethius city Gym. Leader: Tyler, the man with a will of steel!". She swallowed and walked into the gym. There were a lot of floors above her, with steel bars balanding on ropes attached to cranes. She walked up the stairs and onto the first bar. She slowly walked forward and hit the switch at the other end. The bar moved up while rotating 90 degrees, bringing her to the next platform. There was no button, so she turned around and headed back, to the opposite platform. She pushed the button, which brought her back to the start. After about an hour of frustrating puzzles and interruptions by trainers, she made it all the way up. In front of her was a young man sitting on a chair.
"Aha, a challenger approaches!" his voice was weirdly theatrical, "No matter, I, Tyler, the man with a will of steel, shall beat you!". He threw up one of the three Pokéballs on his belt, and out came a Klang. Chloe send out her Galvantula, and after some thunderbolts, the Klang was wasted. "Oh no! My poor Klang! But do not fret, I will defeat you!". His next Pokémon was a Skarmory. "Aha! He flies! Do not pester me with your ground attacks, you fool!". Chloe rolled her eyes, her Galvantula didn't even know any ground moves. One thunder later the Skarmory was lying on the ground with its eyes closed. "Alas, it has come to this! My prized Pokémon! You shan't defeat my ace Pokémon!". Chloe was starting to tire from this guy, and needed to go to the bathroom on top of that. His "ace" Pokémon, a Bronzong, wasn't difficult to take out either. "Oh, a woe is me, I've been defeated. But you have shown me that you're worthy, take my gear badge, and leave me be, I must grieve my loss." Chloe took the gear-shaped badge, gave the man a tired look and left.
The pressure was getting pretty intense on her way to the Inn. She was pretty much waddeling by the time she reached the front door, and was pushing her hands into her crotch while she walked into the hallway where her room was. She crossed her legs while looking for her roomkey, and she felt herself trembling. The key was tough to turn around, which hadn't been a problem until now. Once she opened the door she went inside and slamed it shut. She again couldn't think about anything but the sweet, sweet release. She gasped as a small spurt of urine escaped, half of shock half of pleasure. She was walking at a snail's pace towards the bathroom door, which seemed to get further away the more she walked. Another spurt came out, and she silently moaned in a (though shamefull) pleasure. She reached the door and was faced with a conundrum; opening the door when both hands were busy keeping back a flood. She tried her best to tear her thoughts away from peeing and focus on a solution. If she removed her heands, she's for sure wet herself, but if she waited too long...well...Maybe she could use her chin to push it down? Or maybe her elbow? Her lapse in attention made her losen her grip on her crotch, and another spurt escaped. She felt a few drops of urine roll down her legs agonzingly slowly. Her muscles spasm, causing a bigger load of urine to escape, now creating a small patch on the crotch of her pants. The warmth was too much, and slowly but surely, more and more pee escaped into her blue leggings. Again Chloe's mind cleared and all she could do was experience the wetting. The warmth trickled down her legs in stripes, which came together to create rather large waterfalls of urine on her legs, splashing onto the ground. Chloe slowly moaned as she felt her arrousal grow while letting go. It went to both the front and back of her pants, slowly creeping up and causing the warmth to spread over her stuck-out butt, stimulating her even more and causing her to moan louder, almost nearing a climax. It felt like it went on forever, and the only thing stopping her from helping herself to a climax was Chloe's selfcontrol.
And then it was over. Chloe sighed as she felt the stream subside and the climax fade away. She stood there for a moment, with her eyes closed, lingering in the moment. She felt dirty, but this time not in a gross way, but in a cheeky way. She moaned slightly and opened her eyes. She looked at her pants; the only things saved from the flood were her hips and just above her crotch, which were the only things that gave away that she wasn't just wearing a dark blue pair of pants. She suddenly froze as she heard a sound behind her. It was a soft click, followed by a creaking noise. Chloe closed her eyes and waited for the worst. The owner of the hotel? The cleaning lady? Or worse? "Chloe?" Chloe's heart broke as she heard Emily's voice flow through the room.
"Chloe? Are- are you alright?" Chloe's eyes were tearing up. "I-I'm sorry, we...we were going to hang out today...and...and I had...had your key and..." Emily stopped talking as she heard Chloe silently sobbing. She walked up to her and put an arm around her. "Hey, Chlo, it's okay, heeey" she said, as she pushed Chloe's still-sobbing head onto her bosom. "Hey hey, don't worry" she said, trying to calm her friend down, "Come on, let's put you into something a little more...dry...". Emily helped Chloe up and guided her into the bathroom. "Here, you shower for a bit, ok?" Emily said. She grabbed a towel and exited the bathroom. She was rather flustered but cleaned up the puddle on the ground. "E-Em?" Emily opened the bathroom door "I-*sob*-I can't get them off". Emily walked into the bathroom. She could see the problem; Chloe was shaking all over This was the first time she'd taken a good look at Chloe. She was a little bit shorter than her, with smaller boobs (probably a B, she guessed) but with a rounder, firmer butt, which was now soaked in urine. She had brown hair till just past her shoulders and had nice, dark-brown eyes. Emily smiled and got on her knees. She undid her button and rolled her pants down, revealing bright white panties underneath. Once the pants had reached the ground, Chloe stepped out of them. Emily got up again. "arms up." she demanded, and Chloe did just that. Emily took off her shirt, revealing a Pumpkaboo-pattern bra underneath. Chloe tunred around and Emily undid the clip of her bra, after which she took off hr panties, which felt more like a used wipe. Emily couldn't help herself but marvel at the perfectly round, bubbly butt that Chloe had, before turning around, gathering the wet clothes and leaving the bathroom. She heard running water while she picked out clothes for Chloe to change into, and even though she would rather die than admit it, she felt a subtle warmth between her legs...
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"Owwww". Chloe slowly opened her eyes. A bright light shone in her face. She felt like she'd broken every bone in her body. She closed her eyes and focused on her body. Her leg hurt, her head hurt and breathing hurt, but she was still unsure of where she was. She opened her eyes again and looked around. She was lying in a bed. The walls around her were white, with a window to her left looking out over Amethius city. She sighed as she tried to remember what happened, but the only thing she could remember was the blue eye.
"Oh, you're awake?" a gentle voice said from the other side of the room.
"Mmmhmm" Chloe groaned, "Where am I?". Her voice sounded strange, like it didn't come from herself.
"You're in the Pokemon centre dear, you had quite a nasty fall, I'm the Amethius city's nurse Joy" the voice explained.
Chloe tried to sit upright, but only lifted herself a few milimeters off the bed before falling back down, groaning in pain.
"Oh no, don't try to move dear, you're in no state to get out of bed."
"What...what happened?" Chloe asked, wrecking her brain to come up with an answer herself.
"A hiker found you, you'd fallen down the stairs in the abandoned challet. You were completely out of it, can you remember what happened in there?"
"I...I was looking for ghost Pokemon, I thought I saw one upstairs, but then everything went black." Chloe explained, eyes firmly closed, "and...I saw someone...a girl...and then I...I fell" she finished abruptly.
"Hmmm." the nurse said, while Chloe could hear her pen move over some paper "Yes, it sounds like one of the Pokemon used Hypnosis, and possibly even Dream eater. You'll probably stay here for a few days, is there anybody you want me to inform about what happened to you?"
Chloe thought about it for a moment. "My parents" she said, "And..." she thought it over again, "and Emily..."
"Emily?" the nurse had some obvious surprise in her voice, "the waitress from Peking Golduck?"
"Y-yeah." Chloe said, feeling a blush develop on her cheeks.
"Oh my god Chlo are you alright?" Emily stormed into the room, followed by the nurse. "I came as soon as I heard! How are you fee- holy fuck you look horrible!"
Chloe smiled at her. "I'm alright, thanks" she said, "not in mortal danger anyway" she tried to wink, which caused her headache to worsen.
"Oh I knew I should've let you take my Noctowl with you! Or maybe I should've been there, or..." Emily's voice slowly faded away as Chloe saw her eyes become watery.
"Hey." Chloe said in her raspy voice, "Hey, come on Em, I'm not dieing!" a single tear rolled over Emily's cheek, and she leaned forward to give Chloe a soft hug.
Emily took a deep, shakey breath, before wiping her eyes dry and standing up straight. The two girls looked at eachother. Nurse Joy walked in and smiled at the two.
"Well, we ran some test. Your leg seems to be broken, a bruised rib and a small concussion, at best you're out of here in two days, at worst you'll be here for a week." she explained. Chloe sighed. Now that she was inside, she wanted nothing more than to leave, get some fresh air, walk through the woods, anything except lying in this sterile white hospitalroom.
Emily wouldn't budge, no matter how often Chloe explained she didn't HAVE to stay here.
"No way" she'd simply say, "I'm staying and you'll just have to deal with it."
"But I'll be fine! The nurse will take care of me!" Chloe responded.
"Oh, and what are you going to do? Get up and force me to leave?"
Chloe sighed, but still smiled. They sat in silence for about 5 minutes, when Chloe suddenly gasped.
"My stuff!" she said, with a slight panic in her voice, "it's still at the Inn!"
"Don't worry, nurse Joy got had all your stuff brought to your room when you arived, it's all here" Emily responded.
Chloe sighed in relief. Now that the panic was leaving her, she could focus on other things.
"How is the restaurant?" Chloe asked, just to make conversation.
"Ugh, Tyler was there, so I'm actually glad that you called me in here" she said, with a slight chuckle.
Nurse Joy knocked on the open door to signal that she was entering the room.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Apart from the pain and bruises, never better." Chloe joked, which nurse Joy answered with a smile.
Joy opened a small box and took out a needle.
"This will sting a little, but it speeds up the healing progress of your leg" she explained when she saw Chloe's worried look.
Nurse Joy lowered her blanket and pulled the navy blue hospital shirt up slightly, so her bellybutton was revealed. She put a fluid in the needle and Chloe's muscles tightened when nurse Joy stuck the needle in her belly.
"Now don't worry, because it's not in any vein, it won't start bleeding. If you need anything, just press the red button next to you, ok?" nurse Joy said, before leaving the room.
Another 10 minutes passed, and Chloe knew Emily was looking at her from her chair across from the bed. Chloe heard a sound, but couldn't place it. *tick, tick, tick*. It almost sounded like a bird Pokemon tapping on the window, but it went faster and faster. *trrrrrr* now it sounded like a Magnemite glitching, which she'd seen happen at her dad's lab. The sound was familiar, and she knew it was something bad, but she couldn't think where she heard it before. The sound changed again; it was still the same sound, but with a weird, echoing undertone. It went on for quite a while, and she heard Emily stand up and look around. Emily walked towards Chloe, still looking from left to right to find the sound untill...
*splash*
"Ah shit what the fuck?" Emily yelled surprised. "Oh, ummm..." She leaned forward and pressed the red button next to Chloe.
"Hey what are you-" a beep was heard at the end of the hallway, followed by swift footsteps getting progressively louder, until nurse Joy entered Chloe's room.
"Ah, yes, that was bound to happen." nurse Joy said, "Emily, could you leave the room please?" she asked.
"No! Wait! What...What is going on?" Chloe asked from her bed.
"Chloe, the drug I gave you earlier has a sedativ effect on the muscles. You have wet yourself"
When nurse Joy said those last four words, Chloe felt her face getting red and her eyes tearing up. Again? She wet herself again? And for a second time where Emily could see? The girl she...she...
Chloe started sobbing again, it was all just so unfair, she never wanted this, she just wanted a goddamn ghost Pokemon, not this!
Emily walked over to Chloe and slowly and softly ran her fingers through her hair, looking at Chloe with a mix of sympathy, empathy and reassurance.
"Now, Emily, would you leave us please? Than I can tend to Chloe's needs."
"Don't worry, I'll be right outside" Emily whispered to Chloe, before turning around, stepping over the puddle and leaving.
"I- I can do it myself!" Chloe said shakily.
"No you can't, don't worry, I've seen worse" nurse Joy said as she started to pull down the blanket.
"No, stop it!" Chloe tried to grab onto the blanket, but nurse Joy easily pulled it out of her heands.
"Trust me, it's for the best."
Chloe's eyes started to tear up again as nurse Joy undid the single button on the hospital underwear.
"Noooooo" Chloe weakly moaned as she felt the wet fabric run past her legs.
Nurse Joy simply smiled and turned around. She grabbed a box of wet wipes out of a cupboard and turned back to a trembling Chloe. The anesthetic was wearing off, as Chloe felt a slight tingling when she was wiped down. After nurse Joy had used three wipes and seemingly assured that her patient was clean, she turned back around, put away the wipes and got out...Chloe gasped as nurse Joy held out a diaper.
"Oh nooooonononono!" Chloe resisted, "I am NOT wearing that!"
"It's okay" nurse Joy simply said.
Chloe felt the nurse's hand slide underneath her now bare butt and softly lifting them up off the bed. She slid the diaper underneath her and wrapped it up around her and closed the two strips located at the hips.
"There, all done!" nurse Joy said, as she put the blanket back over her patient. "I'll let Emily know she can come back in" she smiled and left the room.
painfully, Chloe raised her head slightly, and saw how the bulge at her crotch revealed that she was wearing a diaper. She groaned a bit as she let her head rest on her pillow.
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Emily didn't seem to care about Chloe wearing a diaper, which somehow made Chloe even more uncomfortable. Did she not see it? Did she not care? It was all very confusing.
"Em?"
"Yeah? What's up?" Emily stood up and walked towards Chloe
"Do you...don't you care? That...that I'm wearing a diaper?"
"Chlo, I've seen you wet yourself twice now" (Chloe became a dark red colour) "and honestly, if this is best for you, I'm not going to judge you" Emily paused for a moment, "and if anything, the hospital the most logical place to where them" she concluded.
"Thanks Em" Chloe said softly. It was getting dark outside.
"Hey, I gotta go. I may have been excused from the restaurant, but they'll start worrying if I don't come home tonight" Emily said smiling.
"Yeah, ok, see you!" Chloe said as Emily walked out of the room.
Chloe slept quite alright that night. The bed was way softer than the one at the Inn, and she somehow didn't worry that much about anything. She did wake up once. She looked at the clock; 3 AM. She wondered why she'd woken up, until she felt the sting in her bladder. Out of habit she tried to get up, only to feel her body protesting against that idea. She sighed and layed back down, knowing there was only way out of this. She cleared her head and tried to relax her muscles. Nothing happened at first, but after a while she felt the stream comming. The diaper slowly crackled as it expended around her waist, soaking up the urine making the previously crisp underside of the diaper feel more squishy. She still felt good, and she did enjoy the feeling of peeing somewhere else than the toilet, but she had to admit she liked wetting her pants better. Her eyes spasmd as she brought her thoughts back down to earth. "Liking" it was out of the question. It was gross...right? She decided that this wasn't the time to think about it and she soon fell back to sleep.
Chloe was woken up by nurse Joy at 7 AM.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" she asked
"Mohnin" Chloe yawned, "Myeh, pretty good"
Chloe shuffled around in her bed, cause a wet spot to slide past her crotch, reminding her that she had to be cleaned.
"Nurse? I...I may need to be cleaned" Chloe said, still ashamed that she couldn't do it herself. The nurse simply smiled and got out the wipes. Now that the drug had worn off completely, she felt the full extent of being cleaned with wet wipes, which caused her to become quite hot and bothered. It felt like her skin could breathe again when the diaper was removed, and even the new one felt nice to the skin. Emily came in at about 3 PM.
"Ah, you're both here, good." nurse Joy said, when she saw the two in the room. Emily looked confused.
"Umm, no offence, but why did I need to be here?" Emily asked.
"Oh" nurse Joy looked from Chloe to Emily and back, "I thought you were...that you two were...ummm, nevermind" she said, a slight blush creeping up. "Anyway, the results; the concussion is pretty much gone, as is the bruised rib. Your leg looks good, and will probably be healed tomorrow." she explained while looking at her clipboard.
"Wow, that's great!" Emily gave a wide smile to Chloe, and Chloe smiled back, though her thoughts weren't completely focused on the results. Nurse Joy thought that they were...a couple? Wow...that was quite something. She shook the idea she'd been thinking about for a few days out of her head.
"That's great news, thank you so much for all your care" Chloe said, "Will I be able to walk again?"
"Probably, yes, though I do suggest that you wear a diaper for a few more days, just in case."
Just in case? In case what? Chloe was getting slightly scared.
"Ahem, what do you mean, just in case?" Chloe asked.
"Well, your back has seen better days. Not bad enough for me to try and make it better, it just needs to heal over time. However, I'm afraid that if you, for instance, duck to much it'll get worse. I'm sorry, I know you hate them, but it's better for you if you wear diapers and get cleaned than you pushing your back past its limits" nurse Joy said apologetically.
Chloe and Emily looked at eachother; getting cleaned. Chloe gave Emily a hopefull smile.
"I'll try to help as much as I can" Emily responded, returning Chloe's smile.
The next day, Chloe was able to sit up straight, look around, walk and eventually she was good enough to be released. She walked, own clothes on, bag over her shoulder, back to the Inn. The only diffrence was the slight crunching sound when she moved and a pack of 10 adult diapers in her backpack. Emily and her were going to meet in the park to enjoy her new freedom. Emily was waiting on a park bench. Chloe swallowed when she saw her; she'd been so busy with herself she hadn't noticed how good she looked. The blue hair reached till just above her shoulder and was slowly moving back and forth in the wind. She was wearing a black tank top with a Electabuzz on it, which she realized was the logo for a Electric-House-Dupstep group. Her blue, torn pants reached her black boots. Chloe thought back to what nurse Joy had said about them, and made a decision. She walked up to Emily.
"Heeey, looking good!" she said when she saw Chloe approaching.
"Thanks" Chloe said shyly. She noticed the Noctowl basking in the sunlight next to Emily.
"Wanna go for a walk or chill out here?"
"Hey, now I CAN walk, I'll take every change I get!"
The two walked along the gravel path past some trees where Pidgeys were singing. Noctowl sat on Emily's shoulder as they walked, and Chloe had released Galvantula and Ralts to get some fresh air. They were talking about everything and nothing; the struggle of training a Magikarp, how to make an excelet ommelete, the future, the weather and about what happened in the chateau.
"Hey, um Emily, I have something I need to...discuss..." Chloe started, she both had and hadn't been looking forward to this.
"Spit it out" Emily said.
"Well, unsurprisingly, I won't stay in this city forever...I'll move on, get more badges, train my Pokemon..." Chloe looked over, Emily looked both serious and sad.
"I know, and I'll miss you. Just promise to come 'round to the Peking Golduck once in a while, ok?" Emily said, with a lot of sincerity.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk about. I don't want to leave you behind. I've grown attached to you". Chloe started to blush. "And I...I thought...Maybe you could...come with me?"
Emily went silent for a moment.
"I would love to" she eventually said, "but I'm not sure if my parents will let me."
"Could you ask, just for me?"
"For you...yes...but I'm not promising anything" she said, as she smiled at Chloe.
After quite some time of walking, the two sat down on a bench. To Chloe, the diaper made an ear-shatering noise, while in reality it was barely audible. Chloe realized that, now that she thought about it, she had to pee. She didn't want to fight it, she knew it was no use, but peeing in public was vastly diffrent from peeing in a room, which had been a hurdle in itself. Just as she'd decided that she'd only get more noticable if she fought it, Emily turned to her.
"Hey, I've been thinking, do-" Emily cut her sentence short as she saw the look on her friends face. It was something best described as shamefull bliss. And Emily leaned closer to Chloe.
"Are you peeing?" she whispered in her ear. Chloe responded with a subtle nod. Now that Emily was closer, she could hear a faint hiss and the creaking of the diaper. She froze in place, listening to the sound and, in the process, getting very turned on. Chloe looked over at Emily as she let the stream go. Was she...biting her lip? And was it just her imagination, or was her hand moving irregularly over her leg? She decided not to mention it, but as the moment went on, she got more and more sure that she was thorougly enjoying this; the way she was still bent sideward, one ear pointed directed at her crotch, the vacant look in her eyes, her heavy breathing. When it was over, she saw Emily slowy turn back to normal, as she sat up straight again and purposefully looked the other way.
"Emily, you comming with me wasn't the only thing I wanted to talk about" Chloe started. Emily was visibly reliefed that she didn't start about her behaviour just a second ago. "Do you remember what, well, what nurse Joy said? About...about us?" Chloe get incredibly nervous, and could barely believe she was about to do this.
"Ummm" Emily dug through her mind, trying to avoid thinking about the warm wetness that she was so close to, "Yyyyeah, she thought we were a couple, right?"
"Yeah" Chloe said, "and I just wanted to say that...that ummm..." Chloe wanted nothing more than end this conversation, but she know she couldn't, "that...that...that I wouldn't...be...you know...wouldn't be opposed to...to the idea that...you and...and I" Chloe stumbled over her words, and now that she was actually saying this, she felt stupid. Of course Emily wouldn't, how could she ever had thought that? "Ummm, you know what, I, I, never mind, I, umm, I won't as-" Chloe was interruptes by a soft hand on her chin. Emily turned Chloe's face towards hers and slowly, but passionately, pulled her into a kiss. Chloe's mind exploded. All kinds of emotions and thought were going back and forth at high speed, until after about two seconds, everything stopped. Her head was empty. The earth fell away, the bench, her Pokemon, and it was just them, just her and Emily, in a black void. As she felt Emily slowly drift away from her lips, she opened her eyes, looking straight into hers. "Is that a yes?" she said, and Emily started laughing. Emily moved close to Chloe's ear.
"It's a shame you just used your diaper" she said softly, deciding to go all-out on this.
"Don't worry" Chloe responded, "someone will need to clean me" she winked at Emily, who's was quickly turning red.
SHIT'S GETTING LEWD, TO BE CONTINUED
P.S: Before I move on, would you like to see messing? I want to make this something almost everyone can enjoy, so if I see even one "yes", it's happening ;) |
The walk to the Inn was weird for both girls, but in a good way. Chloe was on cloud 9. She actually said yes! She had...she was...the feeling of pure happiness reached to her very core. Emily was also walking on sunshine. She was always kind of bicurious, and now the girl she'd had a crush on since she first saw her had asked HER to be her girlfriend! And on top of that, she didn't seem to mind that Emily enjoyed her usage of the diaper at all, it was like a dream come true! They pair occasionally smiled at eachother on their way.
"WAAAH!" Emily jumped when she heard someone yelling at them. "Wahaha! What's this? Aren't you going to greet me? Waaahahaha!". A small, extremely fat man came waddeling their way, with a big, toothy grin on his face. His yellow clothes stood horrible with his purple overals. It was Warick, the owner of Chespin Inn. He was quite the character with his oversized nose and fitting nasally voice. "Why hello there you two! You look in a good mood!" he yelled, "any plans to make use of this weather eyyy? Wahahahaha!".
Chloe smiled at him."We just went for a walk in the park, I recommend it" she said.
"Waaah, I was just enjoying a cup of coffee! Speaking of which, I'll leave you two be now, my coffee is getting cold! Wahahaha! Have a rrrrot- ahem, a great day!". He turned around and walked back to the cafe. Chloe looked at Emily, and they both could barely contain their laughter, there was something very enigmatic about a jolly fat man greeting you in a way like his.
When Chloe and Emily turned the corner into the street where Chespin Inn was located, just the thought of what was to come made Emily wet, and the only thing keeping her from sprinting to the Inn and starting instantly was that Chloe's legs were in no state to do such activities. Chloe herself was getting excited as well. She'd thought about this moment in her wildest imaginations, but to think it was actually happening was something completely diffrent. She looked at Emily, and saw how obviously excited she was as well.
Once they entered Chloe's room, Emily turned around and locked the door. When she turned back, Chloe noticed a wild, almost animalistic lust in her girlfriend's eyes. Chloe smiled and undid her button and zipper. Emily walked towards her, slowly taking off her top. Chloe couldn't help but smile as Emily's Great ball-themed bra came into view.
"Turn" Emily demanded. Chloe did as was asked and turned. Emily once again observed the perfection of Chloe's behind. It stuck out slightly from the rest of her body, and was perfectly round. Emily sat on her knees and agonisingly slowely pulled Chloe's pants down, enjoying the sight of her diapered butt spilling over the edge of her pants. She stood up and grabbed the sides of Chloe's shirt. Chloe automatically raised her arms and Emily pulled the shirt over her head, messing up her hair. Not able to contain her excitement any longer, Emily sat down again and tore open the strips of the diaper. Chloe felt a tingling as her lady parts came into contact with the air. When Emily had removed the diaper, she didn't stand up right away, instead slowly kneading and massaging Chloe's humid butt. She went up again and undid Chloe's bra's lock. As she took it of she saw a flash of the Voltorb pattern. Emily hugged her from behind, her boobs softly pushing against her back. "Your turn" she whispered.
Chloe turned around and looked at her treasure. She walked up close to Emily, and slowly moved down to the button on her pants, stroking her boobs and stomach with one hand while descending. With a small *click* the button was undone and Chloe opened Emily's zipper. She slid her pants down, revealing her black panties. "Turn" Chloe demanded this time. Emily laughed and turned around. Chloe slid both of her hand in Emily's underware, and pushed them down using her palms. She stood up and clicked open Emily's bra. While removing them, she hugged her from behind. She threw away the bra and slowly massaged her boobs. They were...fuller than they looked whith a bra on. Chloe turned her head and kissed Emily while massaging her.
Emily slowly turned around and pushed Chloe towards and onto the bed. She was lying on top of her, still being massaged, as she slowly broke loose from the kiss. Chloe smiled, Emily responded with a cheeky look in her eyes as she slowly moved downward, running a finger across Chloe's belly. Once she reached Chloe's lady parts, she slowly rubbed the surface with three of her fingers. As she heard some silent but honest moans from above her, she slid two fingers inside. Chloe couldn't do anything but moan as she felt the fingers slide inside of her, which became even louder as she felt the fingers slowly starting to massage her while slowly moving in and out of her. As much as Emily wanted to start masturbating when she heard the moans get louder, she knew Chloe wasn't in a state to return the favor. "Oh well" she thought, "I'll get my reward eventually". Emily slid another finger into her girlfriend and started moving up and down faster. The moans now occasionally broke out into "ah"s and "umm"s. Emily herself was ready to climax herself, she could sware it would take the lightest touch to make her come right then and there, but she didn't. Instead, she decided it was time for the killing blow, and after teasing Chloe just a tad more, she leaned forward, and slowly started to lick the sensitive part just above the vagina. As she'd predicted, it was too much for Chloe. "Hmmmm- Aaahhh" with one last, loud moan, Chloe came. Emily kept massaging very slowly until it was over, after which she slowly moved upward, where her girlfriend was panting and had an exprecion she had never seen before, but would be glad to see again.
"Shouldn't I *gasp* repay you *gasp* in any way?" Chloe managed to bring out while Emily layed down next to her.
"Don't you worry about that just yet, I'll get my time once you're fully healed" Emily smiled, as she kissed Chloe again. "For now, let's just rest for a bit"
DO BE HONTINUED
-Maybe with messing, it depends on you-
Edited April 25, 2016 by Misteriousmr
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Chloe and Emily were lying next to eachother. The first streaks of sunlight were comming through the window. Emily slowly opened her eyes. Chloe was still vast asleep. Emily put on the same clothes as yesterday, as she hadn't taken any clean ones with her. As she was about to leave the room she though Chloe might flip out if she woke up and she was gone. She grabbed her Pokeball and released Noctowl into the room, who silently sat on the table. Emily pushed a finger against her lips and closed the door softly.
"Chloooooeeee"Her head was fussy
"Chloooooooeeeeeee"
She opened her eyes slightly, it was day out
"Wake up Chloe"
She smelt something, she slowly opened her eyes further. Emily was sitting at the foot of her bed, with on her lap a plank containing breakfast. "Mornin'" Chloe mumbled, "smells good".
"I told you I'd found the perfect way to make ommelete" Emily jokingly said. Chloe sat up and her blanket fell on her lap. In a reflex she pulled it up above her breast, before realizing Emily had seen every inch of her body by now, and dropping it again. Emily put the plank on Chloe's lap/ It contained an ommelete, some bread, fresh juice and a cup of coffee.
"You shouldn't have" Chloe said, "I didn't even do anything!"
"Don't worry, I'll get my fill in due time. How is your leg doing?"
Chloe looked at her leg. It felt fine, was it healed? "Feels okay".
After breakfast was over, Emily helped Chloe into her diaper (while, of course, checking out her butt) and they made plans for the day. They eventually decided to go visit nurse Joy to let her check out Chloe's leg. After that, Emily would introduce Chloe to her parents. They were unsure how they'd spend the night, but, as Emily put it, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it"
It was rather quiet in the Pokemon center, and sooner rather than later they were called to nurse Joy's office. Chloe showed off her leg and how she could easily walk around. Nurse Joy did some tests to see if everything was allright, and then checked out her back. This too, didn't seem to be a problem.
"So, now that you're healed, you can leave any excess diapers here if you want" nurse Joy said.
"Ummm" Chloe looked at Emily, "We...uuummm...used them all, sorry" she said.
Five minutes later they left the center with the 8 leftover diapers in Chloe's bag, and they headed towards Peking Golduck. When they entered, a scruffy man was standing behind the bar, who looked around when he heard the bell.
"Aaah, Emily! And you must be Chloe, Em has told so much about you." The man said, as Emily started to blush furiously.
"Dad, ahem, ummm, could you get mom over here as well please?" Emily asked nervously. The man looked worried for a moment before dissapearing to the back and comming back out with his wife.
"Hi dear, Emily has told me all about you, how is your leg doing?" She asked.
"Fine, thanks." Chloe said, while she saw Emily slowly melting besides her.
"So, ahem, mom, dad, um, I want you to meet Chloe. We are, um, we are in a relationship" Emily said. Chloe had never seen her this nervous. Her parents looked from Chloe to Emily and back, and ultimately at eachother.
"She's...your girlfriend?" her dad asked.
"Ummm...yes" Emily responded.
"Oh but honey that's great! We're so happy for you!" her mom squeeled. Emily looked incredibly confused, and Chloe had to use all her strength to not burst out laughing.
"Yeah, you were always talking about how amazing and nice she was, we're surprised this didn't happen sooner!" her dad added.
"W-well" Emily said, obviously flustered by the whole ordeal, "that isn't all..." she swallowed and took a deep breath; "I want to go with her and become a trainer" she said rather fast, almost like she was afraid to get interrupted. Her dad scratched his chin and her mom just kept smiling
"Well I think that's a great idea!" her mom eventually said, "now you can stay with her! I mean, you can't train Pokemon JUST from around this town!"
As Chloe and Emily walked back to the Inn, Chloe finally had the courage to laugh. Emily had her mout agape and she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Well...I expected much, but this wasn't one of the things I had in mind" she eventually said, shaking her head.
Chloe gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Isn't it amazing? We're going to travel together! See the world and all the weird and wonderfull Pokemon" Chloe spread her arms out theatrically. Emily laughed at her excitement, even though she herself was over the moon to be able to travel with her.
"So, what are we going to do the rest of the day?" Emily asked.
"Well..." Chloe smiled cheekily "Now that my leg is better I thought..." she raised her eyebrows at Emily.
"Thought what?" Emily responded confused.
"I can finally repay you" Chloe whispered in Emily's ear. Emily smiled as she felt a warmth spread around her crotch.
THE POKEMON STUFF WILL BE BACK SOON I PROMMISE BUT UNTIL THEN
TO BE CONTINUED
ALSO DO YOU WANT MESSING I NEED ANSWERES BECAUSE THEN I KNOW IF I'LL INCORPORATE IT INTO THE STORY OR NO.
IF I GET NO ANSWERES I'LL PROBABLY DO IT ONCE OR TWICE MAYBE I'LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN I COME TO IT
CAPS LOCK YEAAAAH |
Haha, ok! And thanks, I'm getting more invested in this story than I anticipated. And now; on to the juicy stuff!
As Chloe and Emily walked towards the motel, they passed a far-off flower field. As Chloe looked over, expecting to see some more Volbeat and Illumise play as lights in the sky, she saw a man, somewhere in his 20s, standing in the field. His hair was a dark purple colour and he was messing with a weird-looking, handheld machine. Chloe frowned, but didn't mention it to Emily, who was looking forward to the night.
In the motel room, Emily looked at Chloe excitedly.
"So, what is your plan?" She asked
Chloe grabbed a chair. "Sit" she demanded, and Emily did. Chloe slowly decended on her lap and leaned her head back on Emily's shoulder.
"You know" she said, stopping only to softly lick Emily's earlobe, "I haven't been to the toilet for a loooong time" she said softly. Chloe felt Emily's muscles tensening when she said it, so she knew she was doing it right. "And you know..." Chloe continued, "you look like a pretty damn fine toilet to me". Emily couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle.
"Thanks?" She said, her voice not her normal one, but it being weirdly high-pitched.
"Would you mind that, hun? If I used you as a toilet?" Chloe knew she was driving Emily mad, and she enjoyed every moment of it.
"N-no, I I I wouldn't..." Emily gasped, "I wouldn't mind". Emily knew Chloe was enjoying teasing her like this.
"Thanks babe" Chloe said softly, before turning Emily's head towards hers and passionately kissing her, while letting the dam open, but this time on purpose.
Emily was going crazy. She was stuck in an intimate kiss with a girl that was slowly but surely peeing on her lap. She couldn't see it, but she felt a slow warmth spread away from where Chloe's legs were lying on hers. The wet warmth spread sideways and landed on the chair. From there, it slowly creeped down the bottom of her leg, rapidly speeding downward when it reached her knee. Her vagina was on fire and felt like an ocean all at once, and she couldn't help but slightly moan as she felt Chloe's hand slowly land on her crotch.
Chloe soflty pulled away from Emily's lips and slid down, but she wasn't going to end it that easily. She grabbed Emily's shirt and pulled it over her head. She burried her head inbetween her boobs while opening the lock on her bra. She slid it off and started to massage and stroke them. Emily's head fell backwards as her boobs were being fondeled, letting out a deep moan as she felt Chloe's tongue make contact with her skin. Chloe slowly moved down and unbuttoned her pants, slowly sliding them down to her knees. She pulled down Emily's purple panties next, revealing her- obviously excited -lady parts. Chloe slowly slid a finger over it. Emily was in extacy as she felt Chloe first rub, then enter her intimate parts. It started with one finger, slowly moving up and down. Soon, a second one joined in and the massaging got faster. Eventually, when Emily thought she was going to die of arousal, a third one joined and Chloe started rotating, stimulating as much as she could. Chloe stood up while massaging, slowly walked towards Emily and pressed a kiss against her lips. While envelopped in the kiss, she moved her fingers up and down again, this time progressively getting faster. The moans Emily let out now resonated through her lips, producing only a muffled sound. Finally, Emily came. Chloe felt Emily's vagina rythmically contract as fluids pored out of it. Emily's long, passionate moan felt like it was going directly into Chloe's brain. Chloe slowly removed her fingers and lifted her head, allowing Emily to gasp for air.
"Ho- How- How are you so good- at this?" Emily asked, panting and with a red cheeks.
After they both showered, they decided to go to bed. Emily slept quite fast, and Chloe smiled before lying down as well and falling asleep as well. She was in a city she didn't recognize. It was completely dark, the buildings looming over her. Chloe slowly walked forward.
"Hello?"
A slight wind blew through her hair, and she was getting slightly scared. Suddenly, in front of her, there was a strange, purple light. She walked forward at a pace, looking around still. The only thing she heard were her footsteps and the wind. At the edge of the city, she saw a small field, with above it a hovering, purple-ish, see-through ball of...what was it? It looked a bit like the move Shadow ball, but weirdly...sentient. It didn't move at all, but there was some movement inside of it. It looked like small, dark purple lightning bolts shooting from the core of the ball to the edge. Chloe slowly closed in it, when suddenly a familiar blue eye rushed at her. She noticed it wasn't a human eye, but didn't know what it was. She jumped from shock and...
Chloe woke up in her motel room. It was still dark. She sat up, panting. She looked around the room, nothing seemed out of place.
"Em!" Chloe put her hand next to her, intent on shaking her. With a soft sound her hand landed on the bed. Chloe looked over, there was nobody there. "Maybe she's on the toilet?" she thought to herself. She slowly got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom door.
*knock knock* "Em? Hey Em are you on there?". No answer. She slowly opened the door and walked into the bathroom. In the mirror above the sink she saw the wall above her bed, and her eyes went big. "ECALCE" was written in big, bold letters above her bed. The door to the bathroom slammed shut, causing Chloe to turn around. Behind her was a black void with the same, blue eye staring at her, but this time it was the size of a skyscraper, and shone it's blue light down on her like a sun. Chloe screamed and stumbled backwards.
Chloe woke up in her motel room. It was light out. She sat up, panting. She looked around the room, nothing seemed out of place.
"Em!" Chloe put her hand next to her, intent on shaking her. With a soft sound her hand landed on her arm. Chloe started shaking.
"Em! Em! Wake up Em!" Chloe said, a bit louder. Emily slowly opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"What is it Chlo?" she said sleepily.
"Em, I had a horrible nightmare." Chloe said with a shaking voice.
"Ummm, I can see that." Emily said. Chloe was confused for a bit untill she looked down. Spreading outwards from where her crotch was, there was a dark spot visible on the bedsheets.
"Ooowww" Chloe moaned.
"Hey, hey it's alright, I'm here, nothing's wrong, nothing's gonna happen to you, ok?" Emily said, while holding Chloe's head against her shoulder.
SCHLO SCHLE SCHLONSCLINUED! |
The next day, Chloe and Emily decided to head out to a small patch of grass on the other side of town. While walking around, a Ekans came slithering towards them through the grass.
"Go, Ralts!" Ralts looked around for a bit before spotting the enemy. The Ekans seemed way bigger than the Ralts, but that wasn't going to stop Chloe.
"Ralts, use Psycho cut!" Ralts put out its arms as a pinkish glow surrounded them, forming around the Ralts's hands in the form of two surprisingly large blades. Ralts jumped into the air and slashed at the Ekans as it fell down again. The blades left a pink streak behind them, showing clearly the X-shaped slash at the Ekans's neck. The Ekans wriggled around, raised up, and fell to the ground. As Ralts landed, the blades dissapeared.
"Good job!" Chloe praised. She stopped in her tracks however as the Ralts started to give off a blinding white light. It seemed like the Ralts had turned into energy itself. The white ball of energy expanded and changed into a new form, until slowly fading out, leaving a Kirlia in place of the Ralts.
"Woooow" Chloe said while looking at her newly evolved Pokemon. Kirlia turned around suddenly, sprinted towards Emily and nimbly took her bag from her.
"Oi! What-" Emily said as she realized what had happened. The Kirlia took the red orb Emily had found out of the bag and sprinted off at an insane speed. Chloe quickly released Galvantula.
"Emily, hang on tight!" She yelled as she grabbed onto the spider's back, "Galvantula, follow that Kirlia with Extreme speed!" she yelled. She was abruptly pulled forward as they chased the Pokemon. Kirlia took an unexpected turn to the left and ran through the woods. Once Galvantula and its two passengers made it to the other side, they saw they'd entered a small, blocked off shrine. At this point Galvantula caught up and Tackled the Kirlia, who fell over. Chloe quickly grabbed the red orb from the ground and started scolding the Kirlia.
Emily walked around, looking at this seemingly ancient place. She walked up a few flights of stairs to a small pedestal.
"Hey Chloe, look at this!" she yelled. Chloe put Kirlia and Galvantula back in their Pokeball and walked towards the pedestal. In the middle there was a small, perfectly round hole. The surface was engraved with all kinds of symbols and geometrical symboles.
"Should I..." Emily took the red orb and looked at it, it seemed like a perfect fit, "should I try?".
"Hold on" Chloe said, "let me look at that again?" she took the red orb and inspected its surface. The symbol inscribed on it had puzzled her before, and she tried again to identify it.
"Could you hand me that book you have?" she asked. Emily handed her the booklet, and Chloe started flipping through the pages. "Aha!" she yelled, "Right here! It's an "omega", the last letter from the Greek alphabet and the opposite of "alpha", often associated with an ending or closure. It is believed to hold ties to a certain Pokemon, yet no evidence has been found to support this theory.". Chloe looked back at the pedestal. In the corners, there were 4 omegas.
"Yes, yes you probably should try it" she said, handing the orb back to Emily.
Emily's hand shook a bit as she moved the orb towards the small hole directly in the middle. With a small *klink* the orb fell into the hole. From the middle, spreading outwards, the engravings turned a bright, glowing red. The pedestal started to slowly moving backwards, revealing an opening underneath. Chloe thought she saw something light blue shoot away through the darkness, but dismissed it as paranoia. The darkness was all but aluring. Chloe grabed a Pokeball and let Galvantula out.
"Galvantula, use Flash!" the spiders body started to light up like a lightbulb. Emily and Chloe looked at eachother and slowly decended the stairs that had appeared, grabbing the orb on the way down.
The staircase led to an enormous cave. It was big and round, and from the ceiling stalagtites were threateningly hanging. On the opposite side of the cave there was lava slowly flowing, though the source and drain were nowhere to be found.
"Chloe" Emily said, looking around with a rather frightened look in her eyes, "Chloe, I, I have to pee!"
"So? Just go over there!" Chloe pointed to a far corner.
"I...I can't." Emily said, slowly becomming red, "I...I can't pee when there are other people around.".
Chloe looked at her before frowning, trying to come up with a solution to this conundrum, until she came up with something so weird, it might just help. She grabbed two of her Pokeballs. First she returned Galvantula, then she send out Kirlia.
"Kirlia, use Mirror coat on both of us" Kirlia started twirling around, and a silver bubble appeared around them, which shrank into their forms. Emily looked on as they both seemed to dissapear. To be sure, she walked to the end of the cave and squated behind some pillars. Chloe knew her plan worked when she heard splashing comming from a distance.
"Done!" Emily said. "Wooooow, Chlo, look at this, a statue!"
Chloe, now un-mirrored walked towards where Emily's voice came from, making sure to avoid the stream of urine slowly running across the slightly sloped ground. From quite a way away she could see the statue. It was huge, almost as high as the wall of the cave, and it seemed familiar though she couldn't place it. It was located in the middle of the lava stream, and it had horns portruding from its back. It's eyesockets were empty and black. As Chloe walked, flames suddenly shot up between two pillars, one of which Emily had just used for her business.
"Chloe?"
"Emily!"
Emily was stuck in the ring of fire together with the weird stone statue. From Emily's bag a bright, red light shone, and she opened it. The red orb was giving off a blinding light, and as Emily held it out, small cracks started to appear on the statue. Then, once all the cracks had come together, pieces of the statue started to peel of, like it had been some sort of...encasing...Once all the stone was gone, the thing standing was a big, red creature with vicious white teeth and a massive tail. His eyesockets changed from empty to having eyes with yellow irises, which first moved around frantically before focussing, like it had been asleep. The creature bowed slightly and as it reached it head to the sky it led out a bloodcurdling roar. As it settled down, it seemed to be making itself small, curling its arms inward and bowing his head. Like a mirrage, a red, rugged, round ruby encase the creature. It started spinning intensely, until it went completely black. A omega symbole shone brightly on the front of the stone, and it burst apart, revealing the creature once more. The black stripes that had lined its body were now orange-yellow. Its claws and spikes had elongated and it's teeth had become sharper. Chloe didn't hesitate; she took off her belt and threw it over the fire, landing it directly next to Emily's feet. |
"Are you serious?" Emily asked as the realisation slowly sank in
"Hey, up till now it's been me, now it's your turn"
Emily was dumbfounded for a while, before grinning.
"But what about Glittermine cave?"
"Oh please, that doesn't count, you have to enjoy it, experience it!". Chloe was starting to sounds like an infomertial, but not a good one.
"Pleeeeaaaase Chlo" Emily begged, dropping to her knees. Her bladder was starting to protest against the lack of release.
"No." Chloe said resolute.
Emily stood up angain and started pacing back and forth, trying to keep her mind of off her bladder. Chloe watch her from the bed, patiently waiting for the inevitable. Emily unwillingly put one hand on her crotch, removing it as she saw Chloe grinning. As she walked, she tried to scrape her legs together with every step to relieve the itch that was developing. As Chloe waited, she saw Emily's muscles slowly getting more and more tense as the pressure built. Emily was slowly starting to panick as she felt her bladder slowly move outward, creating a bulge in her abdomen. She stopped walking as the pressure built and crossed her legs slightly.
"Come on Em, you can do it!" Chloe cheered her friend on with an evil grin.
"Oh shut it you" Emily said.
Emily's toes started to wiggle and she pushed one hand into her crotch. She doubled over slightly, getting a close look of her bright blue pants that were still completely dry. Chloe smiled as Emily rubbed her already crossed legs together, causing her to shake her butt in the process. Emily felt like she was going to explode as her bladder started to feel numb under the pressure. Her body slowly started shaking and her muscles were starting to tire, she was panting and focussed completely on not wetting herself. "Why am I even holding back?" she wondered, "Chloe wants it, I want it, but...I can't...something compels me too hold on...". Her body went from shaking to trembling as both of Emily's hand were now firmly grasping her crotched, getting slightly smushed by her legs that were crossed so far, there was an open space between her right- and left knee.
"So, I think I've seen enough" Chloe said. Emily looked up. What? Was she going to unlock the door? Had this been a test? Chloe slowly stood up, but to Emily's horror she didn't walk to the door, but to her.
"Nonono, please Chlo don't..." Emily muttered.
"Sorry, what did you say hunny? Speak up, will you?" She said, as she sat down in front of Emily.
"Nooooooo" Emily moaned as Chloe slowly and agonizingly stuck out a finger and prodded her leg.
"Oh, Em, you are quite tense, that's not good for your health. Here, let me help." Chloe said as she started to scratch the sensitive part of her leg around her crotch with one finger. Emily felt Chloe's nail move downward over her leg, and her body started shaking violently. Chloe stuck out her other hand and simultaniously started scratching her other leg.
"Don't worry, I'll help you relax your muscles" Chloe softly said.
Emily's muscles were slowly starting to convulse as the pressure, mixed with the stimulation was slowly reaching an edge. Chloe looked up. Emily was bent over and her boobs, now hanging downward, were directly above Chloe's head, which gave her another idea.
"It's...okay" Chloe slowly said as she raised her head and slowly let her lips come into contact with Emily's left boob. Emily was a mass of motion at this point, not a single part of her body was being wasted in the all-out struggle against her release. "Mmmmmmnooo" Emily moaned as she felt a soft pressure push against her boobs, "MmmmmmmChloestopitttmmmmm". She suddenly realised why Chloe was doing it, as she slowly felt a warmth develop in her nether regions, signifying that she was getting turned on. Chloe spread out her hands and grabbed both legs. Emily was stronger than Chloe, but she was...occupied, causing Chloe to be able to slowly push against her legs, uncrossing them.
It was too much, it pushed her across the edge, and Emily slowly felt a warmth grow around her crotch. Something else she realized was that Chloe wasn't lying; the feeling was amazing. The warmth went down her leg as Emily moaned in pleasure. Chloe looked on, moving back to stay out of the puddle. She had to admit that watching someone wet was excillerating, but not as stimulating as doing it yourself, and it only took a glance at Emily's face to know that she agreed. She had her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly backwards as a stretched out moan came from deep within her, like an enormous sexual pressure had finale culminated in this moment. Emily forgot her surroundings as the flood grew stronger, sending thicker waterfalls down her legs, slowly turing her pants a darker shade of blue. She stood there, and slowly the stream subsided. She still had her eyes closed, as she felt the last few drips slowly drift down. Suddenly, her pants were gone, as she felt a hand rub her clit, still covered in wet panties, being rubbed faster and faster. It felt better with the panties, she realised as her moans grew louder and contained more shreiks of pleasure. It didn't take her long to climax, sending a shockwave through her body.
"There you go" Chloe said as Emily came. She slowly stood up, rubbing Emily's head. Emily slowly opened her eyes.
"Thank you" she said, "you weren't lying about the feeling". She smiled at Chloe, when she suddenly pulled Emily over to the bed.
"Come on," Chloe said to a confused Emily, "my turn." she explained as she let herself fall onto the bed backwards. Emily simply smiled as she closed in on her girlfriend.
The room was a mess and poth girls had heated face when they were finally laying on the bed, both naked and panting.
"Best. hotel. ever." Emily joked
"Absolutely" Chloe laughed.
"Hey, how...how did you plan all this without me finding out?" Emily asked.
"Well, I noticed the lock" Chloe explained, "And yesterday evening I asked where it was. I locked the bathroom when I was looking for Galvantula, who, spoiler allert, hadn't escaped, I just said he had to Tackle a pidgey that was flying by".
"So...What are we gonna do now?" Emily asked.
"Well, you ready for the Water-type gym?" Chloe answered with another question, smiling at her girlfriend. She noticed a warmth as she saw Emily's boobs rythmically go up and down as she breathed.
"But...I only have a Noctowl...ooooh..wait..." She said, as memories of her encounter with Groudon came flodding back, "thanks for lending me your pokemon, by the way..." she added, as she smiled at Chloe
Meanwhile, a woman with purple hair and a weird hand-held device looked annoyed...
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"Sunshoal city gym, leader: Barry, the man that'll make you feel blue! Wow, what a catchphrase." Emily sneered.
The inside of the gym was big, blue, and L shaped. There was a large pool in front of them, with one bridge leading to a small outcrop quite a bit away. Chloe walked over the bridge and found a switch. When she pulled it, the bridge she'd used to enter dissapeared underwater, and a new one arose between another outcrop and between the outcrop and the start. Emily walked over to another switch which was located next to the exit to the gym. She pulled it, and the bridge Chloe'd used reappeared, making the bridge between the second outcrop and the start dissapear. Emily walked over the bridge towards Emily and saw another outcrop in front of her, now also reachable via bridge. Chloe walked over to the second outcrop and hit the switch. The bridge between her and Emily sank, but the bridge to the start reappeared, as well as making a bridge to the last outcrop. Emily and Chloe met on the last outcrop, and in the distance they saw the gym leader. Chloe hit the switch and all the bridges sank, as a gigantic one rose before them, connecting them to the gym leader.
"Hello ladies!" Barry said. He was a rather handsome man, somewhere in his 30s. He had a small beard and halflong, brown hair. "I'm barry, the Sunshoal city gymleader! Who do I have the pleasure of battling today?".
"I'm Chloe,"
"And I'm Emily!"
"Ah, Chloe, Emily, nice to meet you! Who will be taking me on first?" he asked with a big smile.
"Go ahead, it was your idea." Emily said, making a step backwards.
"Ah, excelent! Well Chloe, you ready?" he said with a wink.
"Absolutely." Chloe responded as she sent out Galvantula.
"Go, Piplup!" a small, blue pinguin landed on the ground. "Go! Use bubble!" Piplup opened its beak and shot out a flurry of high-speed bubbles, which popped on contact with Galvantula.
"Galvantula, use thunderpunch!" Galventula raised a leg and swiped at Piplup while discharging electricity through its leg. piplup went flying and hit the wall.
"Good shot" Barry winked as he withdrew Piplup
"Go, Mantine!" a big manta ray splashed onto the ground. "Quickly, use dive!" the Pokemon gracefully jumped into the pool and dissapeared out of sight.
Chloe thought, before thinking of a way to solve Mantine's seemingly invisibility.
"Galvantula, use Bug buzz!" Galvantula rubbed it's jaws together, creating a sound that resonated through the water. Mantine came up on land looking around frantically.
"Now, Galvantula, use Electroweb!" Galvantula electrified itself while spitting silk over the beached Pokemon, which shuddered under the electricty until it fainted.
"You know..." Barry said while withdrawing Mantine, "I made a mistake, if you'd used any electric attack while it was diving..."
"Where's the fun in that?" Chloe said with a smile.
"Do it, Spheal!". The small, round, extremely cute Pokemon flapped his flippers once it was out. "Use Rollout!"
"Galvantula, use Thunderbolt!" the bolt of lightning headed for Spheal, who rolled out of the way. "Again!" Spheal rolled around the attack, straight into Galvantula.
Chloe was getting frustratet, his Spheal was too quick to hit normally.
"Spheal, use Water cannon!" a blast of water hit Galvantula, doing more than piplup's bubble had before.
"Galvantula, use Bind!" Galvantula jumped up and landed directly in front of Spheal, wrapping its legs around the Pokemon. "Now, use Flash!"
Galvantula's body started flashing with electricity, electrocuting the Spheal as it tried to escape.
"Well, never seen that one before" Barry stated.
"It comes down to my best Pokemon, go, Poliwrath! Now, use Soak!" Poliwrath sprayed a thin layer of water onto Galvantula, who looked confused about what just had happened.
"Galvantula, use Thunderbolt!" The thunderbolt hit, but didn't take out the Poliwrath.
"Poliwrath, use Surf!" Poliwrath lifted itself up on a giant pillar of water, before letting it crash down onto Galvantula, who was severely weakened by this point. "Poliwrath, finish it off, use Quick attack!" Poliwrath seemed to vanish as it shot forward, hitting Galvantula square in the face. Galvantula flinched, shook, and collapsed. Chloe withdrew Galvantula and decided to give her newest Pokemon a chance. Barry flinched slightly as the Gyarados appeared in front of him.
"Gyarados, use Dragon rage!" From the Pokemon's gaping maw a big, purple beam was fired, striking Poliwrath with such force that it slammed into the wall behind Barry.
"Good job!" Barry said, as he handed Chloe the wave-shaped badge. "Now, Emily, you want to try?"
Barry was still catching his breath as Emily withdrew her Primal Groudon. It's ability made water-types move vaporise, and Groudon hadn't taken a single hit as it tore through the competition. Barry handed Emily another badge.
"That, is one seriously strong Pokemon. Where did you find a Pokemon that looked like Groudon?" Barry sighed.
"I didn't" Emily simply answered, and Chloe and Emily left the gym laughing.
On the way back to the hotel Emily bought a newspaper.
"glittermine cave explosion - by our corrospondent from Moonterra town. Glittermine cave has been closed when an explosion caused a cave-in around the famous mineshaft. The source of the explosion has not been found, but there are enough rumors going around. Some people blame terrorists, some people say it was simply a wild Voltorb that fell down. Experts are still unsure about the source. The glittermine cave was used to mine for rare stones used in things like evolution and jewelry. The most famous stone that was discovered and subsequently mined from Glittermine cave was the dusk stone, which was used for evolution of dark-type Pokemon. "Traveling between Moonterra and Amethius city in any other way than flying is impossible." a representative told us, "which may influence the economy of Moonterra severely". People are adviced to stay away from the cave in fear of another explosion or cave in. Dang, that's quite something, I wonder what happened there?" Emily read.
"I dunno, mostly just happy we weren't in there when it caved in." Chloe responded.
"I'm mostly happy I'm not in there, cave in or not!" Emily said jokingly.
"Hello sir? This is 450, reporting in, searches in Sunshoal city have come up with nothing."
"Damnit! 440 just told me the same. They have to be here, we just need to find them!"
"How is the project GM going?"
"Oh, that's going fine. As soon as I have those stones, maybe there'll be more results. As for right now, return to the HQ, and we'll see where you'll scan next."
"Very well sir, 450 out."
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Chloe was wondering if this was a good idea. She looked around. Maybe she should've asked for Emily to come with, but she didn't want to put her through the fear again. She looked up, the mineshaft stretching above her. The cave in had been easy to break through. Chloe took a deep breath and entered the mine. She walked pretty far, and after a while, more and more dark stones were appearing in the wall. She looked at one up closer. The darkness within seemed to swirl around like a cloud. She tapped on the stone, and after the third tap, it burst open. Chloe was confused, the dusk stones she'd seen in her dad's office were sollid and almost unbreakable. The dark cloudlike energy within spilled out until all the light around her was gone. She tried to reach for her Pokeballs, but remembered she'd left them upstairs, afraid that she somehow would set off another explosion. She covered her face and walked through the darkness, untill she saw something white. It looked almost like smoke but...thicker, more solid. It stayed in place and didn't grow or dicipate, instead it just moved, almost like a scarf. She slowly walked towards it.
"Chloe?"
It was Emily, what was she doing here?
"CHLOE!"
The white smoke slowly rose up, revealing it to be cut off. As it rose, it revealed a single, blue eye. Chloe screamed and stumbled backwards, falling in a hole she hadn't seen before.
"CHLOE!"
She landed on something surprisingly soft. Around her, the same word was written over and over again; "ECALCE". Chloe looked around, tried to get away, everything was wrong, she started crying, screaming for help...
"CHLOE!"
"CHLOE, CHLOE WAKE UP!" Emily desperately shook her shaking, screaming, crying girlfriend as her arms and legs mowed over the bed, hitting Emily a couple of times. Chloe open her eyes wide, still screaming, though she soon calmed down.
"Hey, hey, it's ok, I'm here" Emily said, quickly pulling her sobbing Chloe towards her, "Hey, shhh, it's ok, everything's ok."
Chloe slowly moved away from her chest and looked at Emily. She was in quite a state, she had bruises on her hip, stomach, arms and legs, and had a cut on her shoulder.
"You're hurt" Chloe said.
"It's nothing." Emily lied, she felt like she'd been dropped from the 5th floor of a building. "Come on, let's get some breakfast." she said. Chloe only then noticed that it was morning. With a slight sting of shame she also noticed a big wet spot on the bedsheets.
"Ok, whereto next?" Chloe asked.
"The third gym is a flying type gym, located in Skytorch city." Emily cleared her throat before reading on, "Skytorch city is known as an extravagant city mostly inhabited by the wealthy, including people like movie stars, succesfull Pokemon trainers and bankers. Some noticable features are the Skytorch tower, home to the Skytorch city gym, and persigold casino, the biggest casino in the region. Okay, sounds cool enough, maybe we'll see a well known trainer. Let's see, after that, we're going toooooo..." Emily stuck out her toungue slightly as she moved her finger across the map, before stopping at a city close to the north-east corner of the region, "there it is, let's seeee, Eclace city...Oh my god Chloe!" Chloe had collapsed as she said the name, "Chloe, are you alright?".
"I- I'm fine. Did you say...Eclace?"
"Yes, umm, Eclace city is well known as a city where trainers of dark- and ghost type Pokemon like to gather. It is rumored to attract these type of Pokemon by an unknown force. It's most noticable feature is the skyscraper commonly known as "the leg of darkness", which is one of the highest buildings in the region."
Chloe was slightly shaking. She did not want to go there, at all.
"Hey, look, let's first just get to Skytorch city, then we'll see what we'll do, ok?" Emily said, while helping Chloe up, "Besides, I want to check out this feature before going there anyway; it's called "Evolution tower", and it's said there's a lot of mystery surrounding the place, as only some trainers can enter it."
"Yeah...yeah, you're right..." Chloe said, wondering if they'd even be able to enter the tower at all...
"Hey, 439, call 430! He needs to see this!"
"No matter,I'm here, what is it 438?"
"Look, this stone is...burst..."
"Burst? But...Dusk stones can't burst! If anything, it should be broken...I'll report it to the boss."
After a long day of walking and training, the girls made their way to Skytorch city. The city was large and round. The buildings were extravagant, with a lot of highrises made from a white, marble-like stone and decorated with golden symbols and patterns. In the middle of the city, the Skytorch tower rose up. It was a large, round tower, getting progressively thinner towards the top. Atop the tower, a large flame lit up the night sky.
"Huh...now I know why it's called Skytorch city..." Emily said, looking up at the flame.
The inn they slept in was the most luxurious trainer in they'd had. The room was spacious and while it wasn't as big as their previous bed, it was still pretty big. Chloe couldn't help but look at the bed and shiver. Emily wrapped an arm around her.
"Hey, if it gets too bad, we'll go see nurse Joy, ok?"
"Yeah" Chloe answered, feeling slightly reassured.
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It was dark, and Chloe was affraid. "I have to wake up..." she thought, "this is another nightmare!". She focused, trying to wake up, she imagined her room, Emily, her Pokemon, the fresh air...
Chloe woke up. She looked around wearily. The room was there, and she breathed in the fresh, clean air. She turned around and softly shook Emily.
"Em, wake up, I had a nightmare."
Emily suddenly opened her left eye wide open. Chloe recoiled and fell off the bed when a bright blue eye was in place of her girlfriends normal, blue-grayish eye.
Chloe woke up. Panting, she looked over. Emily was awake as well, her eyes now normal.
"You ok?" Emily asked, "you're sweating all over!"
Chloe sighed, she had to see nurse Joy.
"I'm fine, just gonna, splash some water on my face." she said while walking towards the bathroom.
When she opened the bathroom door and put her foot forward, she fell into the black abyss that was in place of the bathroom, towards a blue eye.
Chloe woke up. Frustrated, she looked around. Suddenly, Emily shot up, and she had regained her one blue eye as she lunged at Chloe.
Chloe woke up. A blue eye was staring right at her from above her bed.
Chloe woke up. Her room was a black void with the eye closer to her.
Chloe woke up. All she saw was blue and one, white pupil.
Chloe woke up...
Chloe was on the floor, next to the bed. Her legs and arms hurt.
"Oh thank god, I thought I'd lost you!" Emily said. She was looking down at her from the edge of the bed, "we're going to nurse Joy, now!".
"Hello sir, this is 470. The readings in Skytorch city just peaked."
"Good, good. I'll send more people to read up on what is going on in that area."
"Do you want me to do anything else, sir?"
"No, no, you've done good, take a break."
"Will do, thank you sir. 470 out."
A man with purple hair was standing in the middle of the street. He pressed a button on his device which folded inwards until it fit in his pocket. He looked around. A break...he walked towards a large, illuminated building with "Persigold casino" above it.
Emily had to put an arm around Chloe to stop her from collapsing as they walked towards the Pokemon center.
"Nurse Joy, quickly!" Emily said as she walked into the center. The nurse behind the counter looked up, and as soon as she saw Chloe, ran over to the girls, helping Emiliy support her.
"Here, bring her 'round back" she said, nodding towards a hallway.
They put Chloe, who was seeing white with big circles around her eyes, on the hospital bed. Emily loosened her shoulder while Joy typed a few things on the computer.
"What's happened?" nurse Joy asked.
"She's been having these nightmares, multiple times now, and she is almost impossible to wake up." Emily explained.
"Aha, yes, yes..." Joy mumbled while typing away, "and is there anything specific about these dreams?"
"I don't know, is there, Chlo?"
Chloe groaned. "Ummm, there's...an eye...a big, blue eye with a white pupil and...darkness, a dark void, but it always...starts as a normal dream" she explained.
"Yes, ok, you've most likely been under the effect of a Nightmare attack, hence why you're always difficult to wake up. I have something for that, one second." Nurse Joy left the room and came back shortly after with a bottle of pills. "These will help." she said as she handed Chloe one, "just swallow them whole.".
After Chloe swallowed the pill, she suggested that Chloe had some sleep.
"And you, ma'am, I'll make the guest room ready." she said, turning to Emily.
"No, absolutely not, I'm staying with her." Emily said resolutely. Nurse Joy looked from Chloe to Emily and back, before leaving the room and riding a second bed into the room.
"It's nice of you to take care of her, you must be close friends." Nurse Joy said with a smile.
"Haha, more than that." Emily joked, before realising what she'd said.
"Oooooh, I get it." nurse Joy added, "but, do make sure to get some rest and not...more activity" she said softly.
Emily had her mouth slightly agape, "Oh, no, that's not why I...that's not what I...I just..."
"I'm just saying it because I'm legaly required to dear, I trust you'll do best for the both of you." nurse Joy said as she put a hand on Emily's shoulder, as Emily slowly turned red.
It was still a dark void but, somehow, less threatening. "Hello?" Chloe called into the darkness. Slowly, the blue eye appeared. It was diffrent, it almost looked like it was underneath a layer of water, like it couldn't take form. "What do you want?" Chloe yelled towards it. A slow, menacing voice came from the darkness, and Chloe couldn't pinpoint from where, it was like it was all around her.
"Save...her...she...was...innocent...I...am...but...a...tool...to...guide...her..."
"What? What does that mean?"
"Eclace...city...is...the...source...and...the...goal...find...where...dark...meets...light...he...means...no...harm..."
"Eclace city? Who is "he"? What do you mean?"
"He...is...not...evil...just...heartbroken..."
The eye slowly faded away, and the darkness slowly became brighter untill...
Chloe's eyes had to adjust to the light for a moment before she was able to look around. Emily was next to her, still asleep. Chloe slowly sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Nurse Joy walked in.
"Ah, you're awake, I was just about to wake you two." she said as she walked over to Emily and softly shook her awake, "how did you sleep?"
"Ok, I guess." Chloe said. Emily slowly opened her eyes, and it clearly took her a while before she realised what had happened and where she was...
"You got anything?" a purple-haired woman said over a walky-talky.
"Nah, it seems like it died down again, and I just got report from 46x1 that she didn't get anything either" the man on the other end said.
"I'll get into contact with 46x5, since he is closest to where 460 observed the spike." The woman typed in some numbers. "46x5, this is 46x0, you got anything?"
"No, it was hanging at about 0,5 for a moment but it just flatlined" the woman responded.
"Ok, I'll call the boss to tell him it was just a spike." the woman sighed as she hung up.
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Nurse Joy was satisfied when she heard the nightmares were slowly turning into normal dreams.
"You can go back to the hotel if you want, but I suggest you keep taking the medicine untill the nightmares are gone completely. Emily, I expect you to keep an eye on Chloe, ok?"
"Will do, thanks nurse!" Emily said as they were ready to head back. On the road to the hotel, Chloe started fidgeting more and more, and Emily was getting pretty desperate herself. The excitement of catching and training her new Pokemon had made her forget all about her bladder, and now it was comming back to haunt her. Chloe had pretty much the same problem; she'd been bussy all day, not noticing her blader filling up.
In the hotel, both girls were obviously desperate. As they looked at eachother, Chloe simply smiled and walked over to her bag.
"What'ya doing?" Emily asked, slightly crossing her legs.
"Something new" Chloe simply stated, as she dug through her stuff. After a while, she stood up and turned around, diaper in hand. "Here you go." Chloe said, handing the diaper to Emily.
"What? I'm not gonna..."
"Yes you are" Chloe simply stated. She simply knew Emily would enjoy the feeling.
"Thanks, but no thanks" Emily said, giving the diaper back to Chloe. As she stuck her arm out, she felt something weird and sticky come over her. she tried to look around, but she was stuck. Chloe withdrew Galvantula and walked towards Emily, now stuck covered in Galvantula's String shot.
"Hey! What-" Emily said before Chloe pushed a finger against her lips.
"Trust me" she said, as she took the diaper from Emily. She lowered herself and dropped Emily's pants and panties. She applied the diaper and raised Emily's pants again. She decided it would be a better experience if she had her pants on. Emily looked at Chloe with a defeated and slightly desperate look in her eyes. Chloe had an idea. She walked over to the table in the corner of the room, where she picked up the tiny padlock meant for the save. She put it around the button of Emily's pants and took the key herself, sliding it into a small pocket of her bag. She started removing the silk from Emily's body who, once she could move, instantly started crossing her legs.
"Awww, what's wrong honey?" Chloe asked innocently, "having trouble?"
"Mmmmm, why are you so eeevilll" Emily moaned, her blue hair falling in front of her eyes as she doubled over slightly.
"Owwwww, I'm not evil, it just want you to relax" Chloe smirked, "need some motivation?"
"Noooo" Emily moaned as Chloe turned around and stuck out her butt towards Emily.
"Oops" Chloe smiled as she started wetting herself. She'd stuck out her butt on purpose, making sure that her entire backside would get wet. Emily could do nothing but watch as the round, bubbly butt in front of her slowly started to turn dark, with slides of urine slowly making tracks down the legs of her girlfriend. She couldn't hold on much longer, but the diaper felt...weird to wet. The pee reached the edge of Chloe's pants and started to trickle onto the ground, leaving Emily in more agony as she pushed her hands into her crotch harder.
"Mmmmm, it feels sooooo good" Chloe teased, rubbing a hand over her butt, "So nice and warm, mmmmmm, to feel all that release". She put a second hand on her butt, slowly moving it up and down its wet surface. Emily was in trance as her arrousal reached new heights, the warmth now making her have to doublecheck that she wasn't actually wetting herself.
Chloe turned around. "Come on, you can do it." she said softly as she came face-to-face with the girl, "Here, you want to feel how warm it is?" she asked as she slowly pulled one of Emily's hands away and placed it on her butt. "Here, go ahead, feel it." she continued, as she started to guide Emily's hand over her behind. She saw Emily's eyes starting to grow less weary, like she was about to give in. Chloe gave the killing blow. She leaned forward, pulling Emily into a kiss, and simultaniously pulled away Emily's second hand, also placing it on her butt. She slowly rose up, having Emily stand up straight, grope her girlfriend and having her crotch pushed against her girlfriend by Chloe's arms around her proved too much, as Chloe heard a faint hissing sound. Emily felt it happen, but didn't fight. She was in extacy as she felt the diaper slowly expand around her, warming every part of her crotch. After a while, the diaper was full, but Emily wasn't empty. Drop of urine started to trinkle down her pants, bringing her even closer to a climax.
Chloe slowly moved her arms from Emily's back to her pants, undid the lock and unbuttoned them. She dropped them and removed the diaper, all while still being touched and kissed. She started rubbing. Faster and faster, and as she felt it comming, she broke away from the kiss.
"Hhmmmmmaaaaaah" Emily moaned and screamed as she violently came. Her eyes were foggy for a second, as an overdose of dopamine shot through her head. Comming back down from her hiigh, she looked Chloe in the eyes, and kept doing so as she slowly undid her pants and underwear. She, to Chloe's surprise, went back to massaging her now bare butt while pushing herself against Chloe, slowly moving up and down while reaching for Chloe's lips. As she grinded, she could feel Chloe starting to shake. She pulled one hand away, and inserted it into Chloe. First one, then two, three and eventually even four fingers were stimulating her as she shook and moaned more and more. Once Chloe came, Emily noticed how diffrent it was. She'd been load, like she was rising up from the earth. Chloe, however, seemed to melt as the pent up pressure caused by the stimulation was released. They both, still kissing, fell onto the bed and soon into a deep sleep.
Chloe walked around an unfamiliar building. There were all kinds of machines, desks and doors that she didn't recognise. She walked up to one of the industrial looking doors and opened it. It was silent and completely dark on the other side. She stuck her head into the door and looked around, but couldn't see anything. She took a few steps, when the door behind her suddenly closed. She was now completely lost and couldn't even see her own hand, it was like she was blind. She shuffled backwards, planning on hitting a door. However, as she shuffled further and further, she realised the door, and the wall it was attached to, had vanished. She tried to turn around, but as there was nothing to see, she was unsure what way she was faceing. What was up? Down? She got more and more disoriented as she looked around, squinting her eyes trying to see anything at all. She eventually decided that she wasn't going to find anything by looking.
"Hello?" she yelled into the darkness.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
There was something approaching. She didn't know what, or where, or when, but there was something comming for her. Suddenly, it seemed like the darkness itself rushed at her...
She was standing on a flat surface. She was disorientated, but at least she could see. In front of her was a chain sticking up from the ground. She walked over to it and looked up. Her stomach turned as she saw the hotel room. The walls stretched out above her, as she stood upside down on the roof looking down at the two girls; one violently shaking and spasming, and one trying everything to wake her up. She couldn't do anything...unless...
"Emily!" Chloe shouted towards the girl. Nothing happened.
"Goddamnit!" Chloe stomped her feet down, sending cracks along the roof, which broke apart. Chloe fell upwards and the room dissapeared out of view. Around her was a blue abyss, which slowly turned to black. She landed on something. It looked like she was standing on nothing. She looked around and spotted a table. She walked towards it and saw her bottle of pills. That's it! She'd forgotten to take her pills! Excitedly, she grabbed the bottle, but it vaporized in her hand. In front of her, a large, blue eye appeared, sending Chloe stumbeling backwards.
"Wh- why are you doing this?" she asked
"HERE, I AM THE ONE IN CONTROL. THIS IS WHERE MY TRUE POWER LIES, AND SOON, IT WILL FLOOD THE WORLD!"
"But...why...why this?" Chloe asked shakily.
"FIND HER, BRING HER TO HIM, OR HE'LL MAKE EVERYBODY'S LIVES THE HELL YOURS IS, IT IS IN YOUR HANDS"
"The...the hell my...live..." Chloe was slowly starting to have an existential crisis. What was real? What wasn't? And did it matter?
"AN INFINITE, DARK WORLD IS A FUTURE NOBODY CHOSES, BUT A HURT HEART WILL NOT LISTEN, PREVENT HELL ON EARTH"
"A...a hurt heart?"
the darkness around her was slowly starting to spin. It went faster and faster as the eye slowly dissapeared. Chloe was starting to feel nauseous as she started to become unsure about whether the world was moving or she was, as she woke up and fell out of bed. Emily looked worried, and she had another gash on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Chloe said, "forgot the medicine"
"Sir, this is 46x0 again, we had a massive spike."
"Good, trace it to one spot a.s.a.p."
"Umm, sir, why are we tracing this?"
"Because I believe it to be one source, and I will find it."
"Yes sir, right away sir, 46x0 out"
The man with the black hair closed an industrial-looking door and sighed. There had to be an explanation for this strong, traveling force, so why couldn't he find it? No matter, he thought, soon enough, we'll be reunited. He looked up to the sky longingly...
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Spoilers: this is just the gym battle, nothing else, if you're not intrested in that kind of stuff, you can skip it ;)
Chloe and Emily stood atop Skytorch tower, and Emily was prepared to face Samantha again.
She sent out Hawlucha, who seemed more ready to fight than last time, but Luxio was no pushover either.
"Luxio, use Thunder bolt!" Hawlucha was hit quite severely, but still got up.
"Hawlucha, use high kick." Hawluncha soared into the air, put out one of its legs and plummeted towards Luxio.
"Luxio, use Flash!" a bright flash came from Luxio, and it moved forward quickly. Hawlucha was blinded, and landed foot-first onto the ground.
"Now, Luxio, finish it with a Quick attack!" Luxio turned around and hit Hawlucha in the back.
"Well then. Go Gliscore."
Emily knew what was comming. "Luxio, use Magnet rise!" "Gliscore, use Earthquacke!" Luxio's body electrified, and slowly hovered in the air, as the ground underneath him shook and burst.
"Luxio, end this quickly! Use Volt tackle!" Luxio moved around seemingly sporadicly, leaving a bright, electric path behind him, before smashing into Gliscore with great force, who fell to the ground. Samantha walked over to Gliscore, pulled out a great potion and sprayed it onto Gliscore, who opened his eyes again.
"Gliscore, use Brave bird!" Gliscore rose up, made a backwards loop and zoomed at Luxio, who couldn't dodge it in time. Chloe saw how Gliscore's face was painfully mashed into Luxio, causing it to be hurt as well.
"Gliscore, do it again!" Gliscore rose once more, but this time Emily was prepared.
"Luxio, use Roar!" Luxio raised his head, and jutted it forward, releasing a roar so loud that a shockwave was visible. Gliscore was blown off-course and crashed into the ground.
"Now, use Thunder" A bolt of lightning struck the downed Gliscore, causing it to faint.
"Hmmm, very well then...go Aerodactyl" the grey beast appeared. Chloe always disliked it's design. "You know what would make it great?" she'd said to her parents one day, "a stone goatee, then it'd be cool and everyone would want to use one!" her parents had looked and eachother and before she knew it, she was in the office with nurse Joy, who asked her what picture on the paper was a square.
"Aerodactyl, use Rock tomb!" stones started blocking Luxio in.
"Luxio, use Rain dance!" the entire stadium was soon covered in rain, including the Pokemon, one out of view behind some rocks.
"Now, Luxio, use Charge!" slowly, the water became electrified, connecting between the stones and the water, and eventually Aerodactyl. The amount of energy, which was increased by the circuit being completed due to the water, was too much, and Aerodactyl fainted.
"Hmpf, go, Honchcrow." the big black bird with its enormous wings darkened the surrounding just by appearing. "Honchcrow, use Curse!" the Honchcrow slowly looked like it was getting tired, even though it didn't move. A strange darkness fell over Luxio, who started to bend his legs just to keep upright.
"Now, Honchcrow, use Roost!" the bird landed and folded it's wings around it, and it looked like that took a lot of stress off of it's muscles.
"Luxio, use Wild charge!" Luxio started to charge, but didn't stop when he was at the point of using a attack, instead charging across the limit, sending excess thunder everywhich way, and multiple of them hit the Honchcrow, who was knocked back by the sheer force of the attack.
"Now, Luxio, use Thunder fang!" Luxio ran up to the downed bird and bit it like a dog hunting a duck, charging electricity through its mouth. The Honchcrow let out a cry before fainting.
"Hrrrrr...Come on, Dragonite!" the orange, derpy-looking dragon landed on the ground.
"Dragonite, use Dragon rage!" a purple beam was fired from the Dragonite's mouth, hitting Luxio before it even realised what was happening.
Luxio flew back and fainted. Emily was in distress, as she was now at a disadvantage. She suddenly felt something hitting her foot, and as she looked down, she saw a Pokeball slowly come to a stop. She picked it up and decided that this was her only chance. She threw it upwards, a Galvantula formed and landed before her.
"Galvantula, use Thunder!" as everything was wet, the thunder hit Dragonite without fail, striking it in the chest. It fell backwards.
"Now use Thunderbolt!" a beam of electricity hit Dragonite, who was now recoiling in pain.
"Dragonite, use Fly!" the Dragon got up and took off, out of sight.
Galvantula, use Light Screen!" a small, see-through coat appeared around Galvantula, as Dragonite fell from the sky, landing on the joint between its head and body. Though Galvantula flinched slightly, it wasn't as severe as it could've been.
"Galvantula, finish it with a Volt tackle." Emily only chose this attack because Dragonite was done anyway, and this attack looked cool. Galvantula shot forward, sideways, and was untrackable as it closed in on the Dragonite, still with a beam of light behind it. It's fangs bashed into Dragonite's chest, and Dragonite very slowly backwards as Galvantula bounced backwards and looked at it's victory.
Samantha was obviously unhappy about handing the Wing badge to Emily.
"I wonder what her deal was?" Chloe wondered as they walked back.
"Don't know, don't care." Emily said, holding the Wing badge against the light, having the layer of pearl inbetween the gold contour reflect the light. "Thanks for saving my ass back there" she added, now looking at Chloe.
"Hey, it's nothing, you'd do the same for me." she said, looking at Emily, "besides, call it a repayment for all the trouble I've caused you at night."
"Haha, no problem, but to be honest." Emily looked like she was about to tell a really bad pun, "I like it when we have some night activities.".
TOrnadus BElsprout CONTINUED |
Tall people problems: walking into treebranches...luckily it wasn't a Trevenant!
Emily and Chloe had packed their bags, ready to head out to Eclace city. Chloe was still unsure about going there. Hell on earth? Saving lives? She sighed. She put her bag around her shoulder and her and Emily walked into the fresh air.
"Wait!" Emily said suddenly, "we forgot something!"
"What? What is it?" Chloe asked
"We haven't even visited the casino!"
Chloe facepalmed, but followed Emily anyway as she walked towards the building covered in blinking lights.
About an hour later, Emily and Chloe walked back out, now 3000 p richer. They stopped when they saw the people waiting for them outside. There were five people, 3 girls, 2 boys, standing in front of the casino. They all had purple hair and the same outfit; a white shirt with a bright purple D logo. They had weirdlooking, purple sunglasses on. They looked at Chloe menacingly.
"Wh-" Chloe started
"You! You're the source of our peaks! We require your ghost Pokemon, don't resist or we'll have to use force!" the woman at the front said.
"I don't have a-"
"Now now, we know you're lying, what else could've thrown our readings off, hmm?"
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?" Emily interupted
"Oh, brought a bodyguard I see?" the girl snarked
"Hey, leave her alone!" Chloe yelled, getting fed up wih these weirdos
"Haha, this could've been so easy, but you give use no choice..."
All five members grabbed a Pokeball and threw it into the air. In a flash, a Dusclops, a Banette, a Haunter, a Yamask and a Pumpkaboo, were standing before the couple.
"Ha, if you think THAT's going to intimidate us, you got another thing comming! You just made a big mistake". Chloe looked over, she'd never seen Emily this riled up, but she seemed furious as she reached for her great ball. "Going for your ace Pokemon? Smart move" Chloe thought as her hand reached Galvantula's ball.
Some people opened their doors and looked out of their windows when a primal groudon appeared in the streets. Galvantula looked tiny in comparison.
"Groudon, use Heat wave!"
"Galvantula, use Parabolic charge!"
A gigantic blast of fire burst from Groudon's mouth, shooting outwards, hitting everything in front of him. It caused a massive explosion, damaging the buildings and making people run back inside. Galvantula's electricity shot through the Pokemon, making them spark and shooting out smaller bolts of electricity in the process. All the pokemon were still standing, but they looked less sure about fighting the duo.
"Dusclops, use Hex!"
"Banette, use Night shade!"
"Haunter, use Ominous wind!"
"Yamask, use Shadow ball!"
"Pumpkaboo, use Shadow sneak!"
Groudon and Galvantula were fine, but Chloe wasn't about to chance it against the crazies. She turned to Emily.
"Let's finish this, shall we?". Emily just nodded.
"Groudon, use Eruption!"
"Galvantula, use Zap cannon on the Eruption!"
Groundon made itself small like it had done before, and an intense heat came for it's body, which slowly gained a red hue. The Pokemon burst outward, spreading its arms and raising his head as lava blasted from its body. Galavantula had the Zap cannon fully loaded, and it shot the electricity beam as thick as a tree at the lava, making it run through it. The result was an incredible blast as walls were destroyed and glass throughout the city burst from the blast. The ground before the couple was all but gone, leaving a big, round hole where there used to be street. The front of the buildings around them were completely gone. The opposing Pokemon were smashed into the ground about 15 yards from where they were standing.
"Withdraw him, quickly!" Chloe yelled as she looked at Emily, "we gotta get out of here!". Emily withdrew Groudon, still shaking from the blast, as the two grabbed onto Galvantula.
"Galvantula, Extreme speed towards route 29!". There was a big diffrence between this, and the previous two times she'd used Extreme speed, being that this time it wasn't a straight shot. Without any hesitation the spider climbed up walls, sprinted over rooftops and zoomed across the road with the couple getting beaten and bruised as they held on for dear life. The wind rushing into their face hurt, and they both had their eyes closed. Galvantula came to another edge of a roof, but this time instead of moving down the building, it leaped and landed onto the next one, smashing the girls into its body. The trip took about a minute before they reached the start of the route towards Eclace city.
Chloe and Emily rolled of the spider's back sideways. Chloe slowly got back on her feet, patted Galvantula on its back and withdrew him. Emily looked like she was about to die from pure adrenaline overdose.
"You ok?" Chloe asked.
"I've seen better days." Emily said groaning as she slowly got up as well.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what they were talking about!" Chloe felt horrible, she'd put her friend in danger...
"Pffft, those weirdos were asking for it! What was their problem, anyway?" She said angrily.
"Hey Em...why...umm...I couldn't help but notice your...reaction when they threatened me..." Chloe started slowly.
"Oi, nobody threatens MY girlfriend, not on my watch!" Emily said, straightening her back, before recoiling from the pain as she rubbed her back, "let's just get to Eclace city and forget this happened...unless they come, in which case, we'll beat them again!" she said, making a fist. Chloe smiled as a tear slowly formed in her eye.
"They....they got away..."
"Goddamnit. I hope you didn't go too easy on them."
"Sir, I promise you..."
"Last time you were passive as well, you just gotta give them all you got!"
"Sir, they blew up part of the city."
An awkward silence fell...
"Oh...well...umm...return to base, you've done you're best...sorry for exploding at you like that..."
The purple haired girl couldn't help but cringe at the word "explode", and she wondered if she'd do that everytime she heard that word from now on.
"Yes, sir. 46x0 out..."
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Chloe couldn't help but shiver as she walked into the giant, ball-shaped room. In the middle, the giant machine was looming, and Chloe wondered if she'd finally find out who the blue eye belonged to. The walls were finished, now completely covered in dusk stones. The man was standing a few yards away from the door, with his back to the girls.
"I asked you...to leave...didn't I? Why do you want to stop me? What did I ever do wrong?"
"I don't know what exactly you're planning, but it's a bad idea.' Chloe simply stated.
"Do you have any idea how long I waited? How long I planned and constructed? I'm not gonna be stopped by you punks!"
"Well, why don't you answer your own question? What exactly ARE you doing? Because it looks pretty fucking shady to me!"
"YOU WANT TO KNOW? YOU WANT TO KNOW THE HELL I'VE BEEN THROUGH?" he turned around, he looked furiously, "very well then..."
The man took a deep breath before beginning his story.
"I was a researcher. I focused on researching ghost pokemon, and how their intangible form could exist, where they came from, those kinds of things. Something I was looking into at the time was the way they could communicate. I was happy, I had a loving wife, a beautifull home and a daughter. Then, one day...my daughter fell ill. I had every docter in the region come over, I tried everything, I stayed up night after night trying to come up with a way to cure her. But....but I couldn't.....she passed away in my arms...I was overtaken with grief. I didn't go to work for months. My life fell apart." he paused, "And then, I had an idea. You see, my theory is that people who die become ghost Pokemon. This means, that a dead person, when it becomes a ghost Pokemon, should be able to comunicate with the living. I started having hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could retain my daughter, at least in a way. There's only one problem; there are a lot of ghost Pokemon. I started doing research, and found out that ghost Pokemon are attrackted to negative emotions. I couldn't make everybody cry, or piss off everybody simultaniously, I needed something where I could bypass the human element completely, like a single, concentrated force of negativity. And I found one."
The man walked over towards the wall, and hit a button. The room lit up, revealing the purple machine, the dark walls, the pipes going to and from the machine, and on top of it, contained in some sort of box...a Pokemon.
Chloe recoiled; it looked at her, with its one, piercing blue eye. It's body had an hourglass figure and was completely black. It almost looked like it wore a cape. It's claw like hands, the black portrusions from its shoulders, the red spikes around its head and the white, smoke like head made for a terrifying sight.
"This..." the man said, waving his hand towards the machine, "is Darkrai. He causes nightmares, and he's said to appear at new moons only. When I turn on the machine, blasts of its nightmare power will attract ghost Pokemon from all around the world. Then, I'll find my daughter, turn off the machine, and boom, no harm, no foul." he concluded, "Now...do you still want to stop me? All I want to do is see my daughter again!"
Flashes of sounds and images shot through Chloe's head: "Heal the heartbroken" "he doesn't mean harm" "a dark future nobody choses" "bring her to him", images of the mines where dusk stones were mind, the ball shaped room, all the people shaking and screaming on the ground..."he means no harm"...
"Look," Chloe eventually said, "I think...I think Darkrai contacted me...I...I've been having nightmares, and he...he showed me the result of the machine...and...it wasn't what you think, no, hope it is..." Chloe finished clumsily. How was she supposed to explain this?
The man sighed. "Still...still you oppose me...does it look like I CARE about what will happen? Does it look like I CARE who he contacted? I. just. want. to. speak. to. my. daughter!" the man stormed towards the machine, and before Chloe or Emily could react, pushed the button on it. The machine started shaking and groaning as it started up. The pipes started pumping the darkness they'd seen in the previous room into the machine and into the chamber, making them lose sight of Darkrai. A big, dark purple ring shot outwards, bouncing of the dusk stones, and shooting through the walls...
---meanwhile, outside---
From the top floor of the leg of darkness, a huge spherical blast of pure nightmares shot outwards. Anyone and everyone it came into contact with screamed, seeing their worst fear appear before their eyes. People on the street fell to the ground, wildly mowing with their arms. Bird Pokemon fell from the sky with a dead stare, as did the Pokemon in the forests and seas. Wave after wave boomed outwards.
"Ahahahaha! I did it!" the man turned around, and Emily and Chloe looked on in horror as they saw the machine continually shoot out its terrible power. Emily and Chloe looked at eachother.
"We have to stop it!" Chloe said
"Y- yeah" Emily stuttered. When she decided to go with Chloe, this wasn't what she had expected to do. Groudon fit in the room easily.
"Groudon, use Flamethrower!"
"Galvantula, use Thunder!"
The red and yellow beams hit the machine, but it didn't leave a scratch. Chloe wrecked her brain, trying to think of a solution.
"Galvantula, use Extreme speed on the button!"
Galvantula shot forward and hit the button, which gave a small *click*, but didn't do anything.
"Groudon, use Slash on the pipes!"
Groudon's mighty claws struck the pipes, but bounced back without damaging it at all.
Chloe and Emily once again looked at eachother; the machine was practically untoucable.
"Emily...should we go for the Skytorch combination?" Emily looked unsure, but eventually nodded.
"Groudon, use Eruption!"
"Galvantula, use Zap cannon on the Eruption!"
Groudon and Galvantula started to charge up, only for Galvantula to be hit by a ball, seemingly made from pure darkness. Tenebris was laughing as he petted the Malamar responsible for the attack.
"Groudon, use Flamethrower on Malamar!"
"Galvantula, use Thunderbolt!"
Malamar was hit with the Flamethrower, which wasn't very effective against it, but was subsequently hit by the Thunderbolt, which was extremely effective, making the squid fly backwards and into the wall.
"Go, Hydreigon!"
The three-headed dragon roared as it appeared.
"Use Fly!" the Pokemon shot upwards, made a small backwards loop and zoomed at Galvantula.
"Galvantula, use Thunderwave quickly!" a blast of weak electricity hit the quickly approacing Hydreigon, and it fell to the ground.
"Groudon, use Earthquacke!" the ground shook and burst open, causing some massive damage to Hydreigon.
"Galvantula, finish it with Thunder!" a thick beam shot towards the Pokemon, sliding it along the ground and into the machine when it hit. Tenebris grit his teath and reached for his last Pokeball...
---meanwhile, outside---
People and Pokemon everywhere were wriggling around, some screaming, some crying. A few Wingul and Pelliper washed up on the shore as they'd dropped into the sea. From atop a tower, a woman watched on as the carnage spread. She looked down, and somehow...felt an overwhelming guilt. She turned towards the flame behind her and walked down the staircase.
The Sableye laughed maniacly as it appeared, it's creepy grin spread across its face. Tenebris suddenly raised its arm, as Chloe noticed, too late, a rainbow-coloured stone on his necklace made from black stone. The Sableye was surrounded by a hug, pinkish ball, with what seemed like pure energy swirling around it. Cracks started to appear, and the ball burst apart, revealing the mega Sableye, who, for a second, had a symbol above his head. Chloe recognised it as the symbol on the front door of the evolution tower.
"Sableye, use power gem!" a bunch of multicoloured stones appeared around the creature, which was now hiding behind its oversized ruby, which shot forward and struck Galvantula.
"Galvantula, use Volt tackle!" the spider shot forward, but the Sableye hid behind its stone and, even though Galvantula wasn't hurt, didn't take damage.
"Groudon, use Flamethrower!" it had the same effect, as the Sableye hid and was unaffected.
Chloe suddenly came up with an idea.
"Galvantula, use Electroweb on the ruby!" the ruby was covered in silk, even though the electricity didn't do anything to it.
"Now, use Extreme speed on the ruby!" the spider shot forward, and as Chloe had hoped, the ruby stuck to the spider as it rushed past, pulling it away from the Sableye, who looked around, obviously confused.
"Groudon, now, use Flamethrower!" the blast of fire hit Sableye directly, and he flew backwards.
"He's out of Pokemon, Groudon, use Eruption!"
"Galvantula, use Zap cannon!"
The following explosion was even bigger than before. The dusk stones on the wall cracked and burst into small pieces. The pipes couldn't take the pressure and started bursting, before shattering alltogether. The machine, which was violently shaking, slowly fell apart. The purple metal plates fell to the ground, and the wires inside started to melt. The box containing Darkrai slowly cracked and exploding, sending tiny pieces of glass flying. Emily and Chloe protected their face with their arms as the heat and energy of the attack rushed through the room. Once the energy was dissipated and the dust had settled, they looked around. Darkrai was floating in place, and Tenebris was curled up on the ground.
"No, nononono, what have you done, all my work, everything, for nothing, you ruined it, you ruined me, how could you..."
Something on Chloe's belt was starting to become warmer and warmer, and when she looked, she saw one of her pokeballs violently shaking. She opened it and sent out the occupant.
Gardevoir landed gracefully, and walked over to the shaking scientist. It put its hand on its head, and he looked up. Suddenly everything clicked.
The daughter that died hadn't become a ghost Pokemon, but instead became a Ralts, the same one she saved from the Phantump so long ago...on the same day she went to the haunted chateau, where Darkrai had felt the daughter's presence and contacted Chloe, trying to get her to Eclace city. The daughter couldn't intervere due to the dark power, keeping her away...but...what about the mother?
Suddenly the door opened, and in the doorway stood a woman, who looked at the floor in shame.
"I failed you" she said, looking up...it was Samantha...
TO BE CONTINUED WITH LESS NIGHTMARES |
Emily had a book in her hands, Chloe was holding the plaque.
"Laudate ligno" Chloe said out loud.
Emily started flipping through the pages, "I...J...K...L...La...Lau" she mubled to herself as she moved her finger over a page of the dictionary.
They sat in the library for about an hour, translating the text word for word.
"Burn the tree, heat the sand, open the cave." Emily eventually said. In front of them there were rows and rows of papers with words scratched out and translations scribbled on them.
"What does that mean?" Chloe wondered aloud. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Maybe..." Emily started slowly, "we should check out the beach again?"
Once they were standing on the beach, they looked around. The hole where they got the chest from had filled up slightly with sand.
"Look!" Emily pointed at the way they'd come from. On the dune were some palmtrees. One, however, was located way closer to the water than the others, standing alone in the exact middle of the dune.
"Burn the tree, heat the sand..." Emily repeated, while slowly grabbing her Pokeball.
Chloe couldn't help but look on in awe whenever Primal Groudon appeared.
"Groudon, use Flamethrower on the tree!"
The sand started crystalising, and soon enough turned into a glass wall. Behind the wall was a tunnel. The tree had completely dissapeared, and left a perfectly round hole for the two to enter through. Once the two were inside, there was a loud rumbeling as the glass reverted to sand and the tree reappeared, leaving them in complete darkness.
"Galvantula, use Flash!"
The shininhg spider moved through the tunnel, which had some sort of relics carved in the walls. There were pictures of Pokemon, like a big, whale-like creature, a bird with enormous tailfeathers and even Groudon showed up. They stopped when they came to a big wall, standing in the middle of a large room. There were four creatures on it: three smaller ones and one big one. The smaller ones were round, rough and one had a smooth surface. The big one, which was in the middle at the bottom, was absolutely gigantic. It had two massive arms and seemed to have some sort of spots on its body. As the two walked around the wall, they found three orbs attached to the back of it; a brown one, a white one and a blue one.
"Re.....Reg...."
"Who said that?" Chloe turned around, squinting to see if there was anyone there.
"Regice.....Regiceeeee..."
A blue, clear, smooth creature with seven yellow dots on its face came out of the darkness. Chloe instantly recognised it as one of the creatures on the carving.
"Groudon, use flamethrower!"
Chloe had been so distracted by this creature she hadn't noticed how it was charging an Ice beam, nor how Emily had released her Groudon. The Regice flew back, hit a wall and fainted. After it slumped to the ground, a faint, lightblue light came off of its body, which collected itself into a spehircal form, which shot into the blue orb on the wall.
"Rrrrrrrr...."
Chloe guessed it was another one of thos creatures, but this time she wasn't going to get caught off-guard.
"Galvantula, use Zap cannon!"
A big blast of electricity shot down the hall, and though it didn't hit the Pokemon, she did see it's round shape and, similar to the previous one, seven eyes.
"Galvantula, use Thunder!"
This time it hit Registeel head-on, making it stumble back. Similar to Regice, a light came out of its body, but this time it was white/grayish, and was collected in the white ball.
"Emily, let's not wait for this guy to attack us, ey?" Chloe said, looking at her girlfriend, who was standing in a battlestance. She simply nodded.
"Groudon, use Eartquake!"
"Galvantula, use Rock smash!"
The Regirock toppled from the earthquake, and Galvantula pounced, its left frontleg lighting up, smashing it down on the creature's chest.
The third orb lit up with brown light, and behind the duo, the wall slowly shook and lowered into the ground, revealing a new passageway. They walked through, though Chloe was slightly unsure about this whole ordeal.
The hallway turned into a big, rectangular room, with big, brown pillars holding up the roof. In the distance, the two saw a big statue, partially overgrown with moss. Chloe recognised it from the carving. It had six dots on its body, and big, yellow, stone-like parts on its body and shoulders. Black, geometric stripes covered its body, and its hands each had three, white, finger-like appendages. It was enormous, with the top of its body almost reaching the roof. The girls slowly walked towards the hulking beast, which remained motionless. Suddenly, the three balls of light flew forward. Each split in two, and filled the six dots on the creature's body. At the beginning of the room, the door slowly crumbled and collapsed, leaving the two locked in. The ground shook violently, and a low rumbeling sound came from the statue as the six dots lit up, shooting out beams of light across the room. It slowly started moving. First its fingers, then its arms, and eventually its body. It focused its gaze upon the girls, and let out its cry...
TO BE CONTINUED SO I HOPE YOUR BODY IS REGI
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Emily grumbled.
"Hey, come on, it's not that bad"
"Grrrrrhmmimnotachild"
"D'aww, you're totes adorbs" Chloe teased as Emily pulled her black jeans over the bright pink diaper.
"Ugh, so, how long is the walk?"
"About 5 hours, if we leave now, we'll arrive around 18:00"
Emily would never admit it, but she had to admit a diaper was a smart idea. They soon had packed their stuff and left for route 151. They came past the ruins where Chloe'd caught the Honedge, and they decided to train a bit. After an hour Honedge had evolved into a Doublade and Luxio had finally evolved into a Luxray. They sat down, and Chloe grabbed her bag.
"Want a sandwich?"
"Yeah, thanks" Emily said. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder, but she was going to try everything she could to prevent using the diaper.
"Hey, fighting it is unhealthy" Emily shot up, she hadn't noticed her hand slowly moving to her crotch, which she quickly recoiled.
"I- I'm not!" Emily said, a blush forming on her face. Chloe looked at her. God, she was beautifull. Her made-up eyes contrasted well with her blue hair and red lips. Chloe hadn't really noticed before, but Emily had a pretty mouth; it was small and well formed, with a nice, diagonal jawline giving her outstreched cheeks the space they deserved.
"Do I have something on my face?" Emily said, quickly wiping around her mouth.
"Not yet" Chloe stated, before pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
It was 16:30, they'd been walking for 4 hours, and Emily was feeling her bladder filling up with every step. Chloe looked over and noticad that, due to her flat stomach, you could clearly see Emily's bladder bulging outwards. She herself had needed to go for around an hour, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Emily: her legs were shaking and she had to stop occasionally and hold herself. Chloe had told her multiple times to use her diaper and even tried to sneak up on her and scare her into releasing herself from the burden but, like with the pants, she had a rather severe mental block.
"Want't to sit down for a bit?" Chloe said, pointing towards a bench looking out over the ocean.
"Um, yeah, sure" Emily said as she followed Chloe. They sat down, Chloe leaning her elbows on her knees.
"You know, holding it this long is bad for you"
"Shut up, I'm fine" Emily wiped some sweat from her eyebrow
"No you're not...oh well...come here" Chloe sat upright and tapped her legs with her hand "lie down for a moment, we've been walking for a long time."
Chloe obliged, putting her head on Chloe's legs. Chloe stroked Emily's hair, which had fallen past her ear, revealing the Dragonite earring. Chloe subtely put another hand on Emily's right arm, then a bit over it, and kept going until her arm was around her girlfriend entirely. With her other hand she stopped stroking and instead held her head in place.
"Hey, what-" Emily's eyes widened as she heard a familiar sound
*pssssshhht*
Chloe looked down in malicious glee as Emily froze, and subsequently tried to break free from Chloe's grip. She looked back up towards the ocean. Seeing the calm waves somehow made her enjoy the experience even more. Emily murmured, moaned, squeeked and begged. Chloe was almost done when she felt Emily go weak, like she'd turned into a mush, followed by a soft groan, which soon grew into a moan.
Emily hated it, but it felt good to let go. She felt the fabric go soft, warm and squishy as the tantilizing feeling spread from her abdomen down to her lady parts. The stream was rather strong, and soon both girls heard a hiss come from Emily's diaper. It kept going for quite a while, until...
*pitterpitterpitter*
Emily gasped as the urine flodded out of the diaper and into her pants and eventually onto the ground. Chloe chuckled a bit
"Damn girl, you REALLY needed to go, didn't you?"
Soon, the dripping ended. Emily had closed her eyes and was enjoying the experience. Chloe had started stroking her hair again, and acompanied with the sound of waves hitting the shore and the feeling of the diaper, she had to admit it was pretty perfect, no, Chloe was perfect.
Emily stood up and looked at the damage. Around her butt and on her left hip, a dark patch was visible in her dark grey pants. As she stood up, she felt the diaper sag underneath her pants. Chloe handed her a new diaper and Emily, blushing and all, shot behind a bush to change. Soon she came back out with the diaper in a plastic bag, which she quickly deposited into a bin, and together, the girls walked on towards the lights of Sandcurl city in the distance...
TO BE CONTINUED WITH MORE --.. -.-- --. .- .-. -.. .
--Meanwhile, in the bushes not far away--
"Ma'am? I got the in my sights, they're moving towards Sandcurl city"
The young woman with dark purple hair talked to a walky talky, while looking at the duo through some binoculars
"Good, the preparations here are almost done" the voice on the other end responded. She believed it, as she could hear machines whirring.
on the other end of the line, a tall woman wearing a lab coat was standing in front of a large, stone door. The cave she was standing in was big and round. Around the door was an archway with all kinds of inscriptions. She noticed how the images were in pairs: a bird with big wings and a large tail on the left side, and a smoother creature with a scale around its eye on the right. A creature on all fours with a plate upright on its back on the left, and a bipedal pokemon with wing-like apendages on the right. Above the door, there was a big, round stone with a single inscription.
"Z" |
Chloe felt herself being moved. Everything hurt. She opened her eyes but couldn't see. She moved around, but there was little space.
*thump*
whatever she was in hit the ground. She heard a click and soon rolled out of the suitcase she was held in. Her vision was blurry, and all she saw was a large, round cave, lit with torches.
"Ooooww...." Chloe moaned, holding a hand to her head. Someone rughly pulled her up, forcer her to sit on her knees. She looked up. In front of her was a woman, imposing and dark. Her clothes were a combination of black and punk-like accesoires. There was a large necklace with a skull around her neck.
"Oy, what gives?" Emily shouted. Chloe looked around and surely, about 3 feet away from her, Emily was sitting, also being held by two thugs.
"Welcome! You've made quite a name for yourself. My name is Lingula, but everyone calls me Omega, I am this region's head of team Skull, and you are the catalyst to the destruction I will bring upon this world"
"Well that's nice" Emily said sarcastically.
Lingula walked over to Emily and bent down so they were face-to-face. She smiled a little.
"Well, well, well, you're quite the loudmouth, ain't ya?" she scoffed, "I can appreciate that, I myself tend to be a bit of a blowhard myself sometimes. However..." she stood back up straight again, "I, unlike you, am in a postition of power. You are in a far worse position than I am, and I think you should be reminded of this."
She turned around and leaned her head backwards. Suddenly, she made a 180 degrees turn and kicked Emily in the stomach. Emily doubled over as she spit out a bit of blood. Linula bent down again.
"Do you understand what I am saying?" she said in a degrading voice.
"Go fuck yourself" Emily answered. To which Lingula once again smiled, and proceded to punch Emily square in the face. Chloe screamed as a small *crack* could be heard echoing through the chamber. Blood ran from Emily's nose, which was now turned 90 degrees to the left.
"Now..." she walked away from Emily, "Look at this door, notice anything? Its pairs, all pairs..." she pointed towards the inscriptions, "Lugia and Ho-oh, Groudon and Kyogre, Dialga and Palkia, Zekrom and Reshiram, Yveltal and Xerneas, Darkrai and Cresselia...all...balanced. Now look at the stone..."Z", ring any bells?" She looked over to Chloe.
"Not...really?" Chloe said, unsure of what to do or say.
"Well, behind this door is a Pokémon. A legendary Pokémon, one that controlls the balance, one that keeps things...clean, so to say. Now, here's the problem: We. hate. order. So, here's the plan. Rudely awaken the order-Pokémon, have it go on a rampage, destruction, chaos, magnificent..." she stopped speaking, seemingly in a daydream.
"So, why do you need me?" Chloe asked, getting quite sick of this.
"Did you not hear the Pokémon I named? You have one of them, don't you?"
Chloe's face drained of colour as she realised what she meant. Lingula made a hand-motion and a bunch of thugs pulled out their guns and aimed at Chloe and Emily.
"Now you are going to summon Groudon, awaken the Pokémon, and lay waste to all, understood?"
Chloe was hoisted up and given one Pokéball. She slowly walked towards the door. It looked massive, how was she going to open it? Now that she was close, she noticed a third Pokémon inscribed inbetween the duos: A snake-like one, a Llama-looking one, A weird one with spikes jutting from its sides, and...In between the deer-like Pokemon and the Eagle-like Pokemon, it looked like there was a part scratched out. Chloe bent down and touched it, and instantly, the ground started shaking, dust and rubble crumbeling from the door and ceiling, and slowly but surely, the door opened.
Behind it was blackness. Was there really a Pokémon in here? Chloe looked around. Lingula was behind her, and about 6 guns were pointing at her. She swallowed and walked inside. She took a deep breath and held onto her Pokéball tighter. She threw it in the air.
"Don't work, don't work, don't work" she begged softly as the large, red Pokemon appeared next to her. Far away, seemingly at the back of the cave, something moved. A light green hexagon lit up. Then another. Then another. Then a white one, forming two oddly-shaped eyes. Suddenly, the creature rushed towards Chloe, and she only now realised how big the creature was. Chloe wanted to run, she wanted to hide, but didn't.
The creature stopped, and Chloe could make out its snake-like body, plates extending behind its flat head, and those hexagon-filled eyes fixated on her. It loud out a loud, rumbeling roar and more rubble came down. Around her, suddenly, small green lights appeared. They were everywhere. She had severely underestimated how large this cave was. Once she was absolutely surrounded by the lights of unknown origin, the jutted towards the Pokémon. Chloe noticed that the lights were actually tiny, blob-like creatures. The creature was soon surrounded by green streaks, hiding it from view. A louder, more threatening roar came from inside the storm of green and the streaks subsided. The creature had grown. It's head was like a crown. It had four large, ribbon-like appendage on its back and a flat tail. Its abdomen was oval and wide, with a colourfull stripe running through it. Its massive arms and legs ended in 3 large, white, hexagon-shaped claws.
"Well, here you go, the Order-Pokémon" Lingula yelled from behind Chloe, "Zygarde, complete forme!"
TO BE CONTINUED WITH MORE ZYGARDE |
//I don't plan for this, but it's extremely coincedental I post almost around the same time every month xD
Zygarde roared, its head scraping against the ceiling. A massive arm crashed into the ground in front of Chloe, who was frozen in awe. She suddenly realised she was in mortal danger as she turned around and ran. The grunts were standing back, looking kind of unsure about what was happening. Lingula was smiling, a spark in her eye. Chloe kneeled in front of Emily, wiping the blood from underneath her nose.
"You ok?" she asked while messing with the ropes.
"Yeah, how about you?" Emily's voice sounded diffrent now that her nose was out of order.
"Don't worry about me! I'm fine!" Chloe was almost annoyed, why did she ask that? She suddenly realised something. There was something cold. She froze and turned around, seeing a small puddle where she'd been standing. She shook her head. The ropes weren't coming loose. She jumped up and looked around. The grunts were slowly backing towards the main entrance, some slipping out sneakily. Zygarde slammed its foot down, causing dust and rubble to come down from the ceiling. Chloe let out a shreik, covering her head. She looked around again and spotted what she'd been looking for; a black backpack with a skull on it, and next to it her own backpack. She ran over when...
"Oooof!"
She landed on the ground hard, and she rolled over to see what had happened. Lingula was towering over her, smirking.
"Now now, not so fast, don't you want to see what you wrought? You'll miss the show!" she laughed maniacly. Chloe didn't know why she was thinking about it now, but Lingula had a beautifull voice; smooth, not to high, not to low, and it caught Chloe off-guard.
A green light filled the room as a green beam seared past Lingula's head, crashing into a wall, where it crashed leaving a large, smoking hole. Lingula looked around with glee covering her face. Chloe used this time to hop back up on her feet and run towards her backpack. She heard Lingula yell something and soon she came crashing down again as a grunt grabbed her feet. Her jaw hurt from the second impact in a matter of minutes. She opened her eyes and saw her backpack mere inches from her hand. She tried to kick the grunt off, but he held on tight, untill suddenly...a darkness fell over the room. Chloe couldn't see anything, it was like she'd closed her eyes, but they were open. Some surprised yells made her realise this wasn't happening to just her.
She tried to look around, but she didn't know where she was looking. A sound like distant rushing wind filled the room, and Chloe knew there was someone in there with them. She heard a few shrieks and yells, and then all was quiet, untill Zygarde roared and a green beam lit up the room for a split second, in which Chloe saw an hourglass-shaped shadow zip around the room. She let out a little yell when she felt something touch her shoulder, but then she heard a famaliar voice in her head.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help"
She felt the ground beneath her feet, followed by a weight on her back. The thing moved to her front and Chloe realised what it was when she saw the one, blue eye. She managed a weak smile, and the creature dissapeared, taking the darkness with it.
Grunts were scattered on the floor, looking around like they'd just woken up. Lingula was on her back, though she stood up quickly and beat the dust off of her clothes. She didn't look disturbed, rather disoriented until her eyes landed on Zygarde, and her wicked smile returned. Chloe realised the weight on her back was her backpack. She grabbed the first Pokeball she felt and released its inhabitant. Galvantula looked around, rather confused as to what had happened.
"Galvantula, use cut on Emily's ropes!"
The ropes fell down next to Emily who stood up and cracked her neck. Chloe was about to say something when Zygarde roared and started shooting out beam after beam, causing rocks to fall from the ceiling.
"We need to go, grab on!"
Emily and Chloe grabbed onto the fur of the spider as grunt after grunt left the cave, sprinting up the stairs towards the light. The chamber Zygard had been in started to collapse, with boulders twice Chloes' size started dropping.
"Galvantula, use Extreme speed towards the exit!"
The spider shot off, dodging boulders and grunts as it went, the light came closer, and closer, and...
Fresh air felt like a completely new experience to Chloe's senses. Galvantula stopped and Chloe and Emily rolled off of it onto the grass, breathing heavily. The cave collapsed, sending dust flying upwards before setteling, leaving only a rocky dent where the entrance was. Chloe looked around, and saw where they were. They were above the outcrops of the route towards Sandcurl, and to the left she could see the ruins, while to the right she could just about make out the banch with the ocean view.
"What happened to the crazy chic? And Zygarde?" Emily wondered aloud.
"Don't know, don't care" Chloe said simply. She liked to believe in the best of people, but thriving off of destruction? No thanks. The grunts around her looked confused. Without orders, they had no clue what they had to do. Chloe fell back down onto the grass, closing her eyes, glad it was over.
As she thought that, a deafening crash could be heard, followed by a roar and screams. Chloe opened her eyes and looked up. A huge crater had formed in the mountain face above them, and the arms grasped onto the sides of the hole as Zygarde climbed out, with on it's head...
"Giiiiiirls, did you miss me?" Lingula asked degradingly
TO BE CONTINUED WITH MORE CLIFFHANGERS! |
Chloe was staring out of the window, she couldn't sleep. It was dark, and the full moon had risen quite a bit above the water's surface, stars around it like little lanterns. Emily shuffled about and woke up slightly.
"Chloe?" her drowsy voice brought out. Chloe turned her head, just missing the quick, slightly bat-shaped shadow shooting across the illuminated moon.
"I'm here" Chloe simply said. Emily smiled and turned around, soon falling back into a deep slumber. Chloe started thinking about the upcomming gym. She had Zygarde, but still, that wouldn't be enough. What if the gym leader had a Pokémon like Kingdra? It would be a perfect counter...Tomorrow she'd go out and try catching a new Pokémon...
Chloe and Emily were in the Pokémon centre, standing around the PC. Emily and Chloe both put some of their Pokéballs into the slot underneath the machine and saw small, pixelated Pokémon appear on the screen: Camerupt, Regigigas, Galvantula, Groudon and Luxray all appeared. Emily sighed.
"It just feels wrong, you know?"
"Yeah, but now we can catch more Pokémon!"
The mountaintop was beautifull. There were pinetrees everywhere covered in snow and with thin, blunt icicles hanging from the branches. Emily and Chloe looked around, but couldn't make out any Pokémon in the blanket of snow that permanently covered the ground. They kept moving, making sure not to get lost, when suddenly...
*crunch*
Emily looked at her feet and bent over. She picked up the odd rock she'd stood on. It was a light blue crystal-like stone, with a snowflake pattern that seemed on the inside. It was like a prism, no matter which way you turned it, the snowflakes were always visible, as if they'd been caught stuck in time itself. Chloe and Emily looked at eachother with raised eyebrows, and Emily put it in the pocket of her jacket before the two walked on. Chloe suddenly jutted out her arm, stopping Emily. She put a finger in front of her mouth when Emily looked over, and pointed.
In the distance, just beyond a rather bare, cold-looking berry tree, were two yellow strands of hair sticking straight upwards, moving around quite wildly. Chloe reached for a Pokéball and soon enough Aegislash had presented itself.
"Aegislash, use Sacred Sword!"
The blade took its shield to the side of its body and slashed forward, leaving an orange-y streak behind it as it slash downwards onto the creature. It rose up slowly, being larger than either girl had expected, and slowly turned around. It's white, fur-covered body was plump and round, with four stindly legs keeping it upright. It had two large arms ending in paw-like claws. The blue face with doofy eyes looked around, a bit confused.
"I've heard of these..." Emily started flipping through her guidebook:
"Crabominable. This Pokémon, originally hailing from the Alola region, was brought over to combat the overpopulation of its prey: Vanillite. Known for their large stature and immense power, these Pokémon are quite dull-witted and not very fast. Still, it is recommended not to engage one, as it can pulverise a dumptruck in a single hit."
"Heh, sounds like a good adition to my team...Aegislash, use Aerial Ace!"
Moving nibly through the air, the sword landed. Crabominable's ayes slowly rose up, as it started figuring out what was happening. Emily looked over to her right, thinking she saw something.
"Use King's Shield, quickly!"
A glowing shield appeared as Crabominable's claw crashed into it, creating sparks. Emily looked again, this time squinting a bit. She bent her knees, supporting her weight with the back of her feet, looking underneath a pinetree.
"Iron head, now!"
Emily merely heard the crash of the reinforced sword plunging itself into the Crabominable once again, to occupied with the rustling going on underneath the foliage, when she suddenly gazed into a deep brown, almond-shaped eye.
"Finish it with a False Swipe"
Emily froze, maintaining eye contact with the creature. She lowered herself, trying to show she was not a threat. The creature looked more curious than scared, and Emily slowly took an empty Pokéball out of her pocket.
Chloe threw the Pokéball in a big arc, hitting the Pokémon on the side of the head. It wiggled, and wiggled, and...
*crack*! The Pokémon broke free, instantly smashing its claw into Aegislash, who flew through the air and landed at Chloe's feet.
Emily put the Pokéball in the snow, a bit away from the creature, who looked at it. It slowly moved from under the tree and Emily could finally see what it looked like. It had a shining white fox-like body, with a white tuft of hair on its head and a number of similair tail-like appendages. It sniffed the Pokéball for a bit before curling up in front of it, looking at Emily.
Aegislash landed another hit on the Pokémon and Chloe threw another Pokéball. This time, however, it clicked shut.
"Yessss..." Chloe said under her breath, the cold making her tired fast. She walked over to collect it.
Emily picked up the Pokéball and aimed, softly clicking the button as the Pokémon was absorbed instantly, and stayed put...
TO BE CONTINUED BECAUSE IT'S 1:30 AM |
The Kingdra that had been released was almost the size of the trainer standing in front of them.
"Go, Noctowl!"
"Go, Aegislash!"
The owl instantly perched on Emily's shoulder, while the sword hovered slightly above the ground.
"Noctowl, use Moonblast!"
Noctowl flew up, light trailing behind him. He stopped and slapped his wings towards Kingdra, shooting a ball of light that hit it in the side of the head.
"Aegislash, use Double team!"
From the singular Aegislash, copies sprung up left and right, surrounding Kingdra. The circle started to spin faster and faster, coming to a sudden halt to hide the real Aegislash from the fake ones.
"Kingdra, use Surf!"
Kingdra jumped up and shot immense amounts of water at the ground, which flushed the platform. Some of the Aegislash copies dissapeared, but the real Aegislash made sure not to flinch to hide himself from view.
A few feet away, in the darkness of a tree, two glistening, glass-like hexagonal eyes observed the fight. The creature merged with the shadows and moved closer. With a grin of sharp, gnashing teeth it looked around the corner of the gym, remaining hidden from view...
"Noctowl, use Hypnosis!"
"Quick, Kingdra, use Smoke screen!"
From the Kingdra's snout a small, perfectly round, grey ball shot towards Noctowl, which exploded into a thick smoke on impact. Emily understood what she was trying to do; Hypnosis was prone to missing, and by lowering Noctowls accuracy, she hoped to avoid it alltogether, but she'd forgotten about one thing.
Noctowl dove down from the smoke, it's Keen eye-ability allowing it to stay on target. Kingdra was caught off-guard and looked up in surprise, right into the pink illuminated eyes of the owl. Kingdra's eyes softly closed.
"Aegislash, use Sword dance!"
The real Aegislash could now move without the risk of Kingdra finding out which one was real. After a set of complex movements and twists, Aegislash came to a halt, as the circle spun again to hide him once more.
"Noctowl, finish it, use Moonbeam!"
Once again, the light struck Kingdra, which keeled backwards and fainted.
"Aegislash, Double team, once more!"
A second, interlocking ring of clones appeared, spinning in the opposite direction of eachother. Chloe got dizzy just from looking at it.
The creature silently observed. It's prank-prone nature started to show, and it slowly raised one of its deep-purple claw-like hand.
Tyrantrum was huge. It's massive jaw was enough to strike fear into the heart of even the most daring of men. "Luckily, I'm a woman", Emily thought.
"Tyrantrum, use Crunch!"
Tyrantrum rose up and straight up chomped Noctowl up. It looked like Tyrantrum could've easily murdered Emily's first-ever Pokémon right then and there, but luckily, it only shook its head back and forth rapidly and threw Noctowl to the ground, where Emily returned it to its Pokéball.
"Aegislash, use Iron head!"
Somewhere at the back of the two rings of clones, one of the Aegislash took its shield in its cloth-like arm before rushing forwards at blinding speed, hardening its body on the way, giving it a silvery-metal gleam. Tyrantrum got hit with a direct hit to the back of the head, and it roared in pain. Luckily, it wasn't that fast.
"Aegislash, quickly, use Sacred Sword!"
Aegislash's blade was glowing in a bright light as it swung forwards. However, Tyrantrum ducked at the last second. The kinetic energy swung Aegislash forwards and it rejoined its clones, circeling once more.
"Now, use Dazzling gleam!"
During Chloe's attacks, Emily had released Ninetails, which was now in front of Tyrantrum's very face. A blinding light shot off of the Pokémon, blasting the enormous Pokémon backwards, fainting it.
Suddenly, Chloe noticed a weird smell in the air. She looked over at Emily, did she notice it as well? So sweet, so...soothing...she could feel her mind, body and muscles relax. She decided not to mention it and focus on the fight.
Chloe had barely looked away before the aroma reached Emily as well, though it didn't seem to affect the trainer in front of them. A small creature cackled silently as its prank started to take effect.
"Odd..." Chloe thought, "Charizard is not a dragon ty-"
At that moment, the woman raised her arm and revealed a keystone-infused bracelet. Soon enough, a huge black Charizard with blue flames spewing out of its mouth stood in front of them. Chloe withdrew Aegislash, as fire is its weakness, and decided to give one of her newest Pokémon a try.
Zygarde was a massive as ever, towering over Charizard. And the Mega Gyarados that soon followed made the scale of the battle even grander.
While shouting the attacks at her Pokémon, Chloe started to have a bit of a battle of her own. The strange scent had relaxed her muscles...all her muscles, and now both her breakfast and lunch wanted revenge. She involuntarily put a single hand on her butt, removing it quickly before anyone saw. She clenched and just hoped this fight would be over soon.
Emily had a bit of the same scenario, but then way, way worse. Emily had always been a big eater, and now it was, ironically, coming back to bite her in the ass. It felt like her intestines had never been this full. With every breath she took it felt like she was going to unload something worse than a Garbodor in a public place.
Charizard wasn't that difficult to deal with, with a weakness to ground, covered by Zygarde, and water, which was Gyarados's deal, it was down rather quick. Chloe had never had this before, but she wished that that was the last Pokémon. It wasn't.
Emily had stopped caring about how she appeared physically and was completely focussing on how she was going to appear if this wasn't over soon. She had her right hand firmly pressed against her butt at all times, was slouched over slightly and only yelled out commands haphazardly, hoping to be relieved soon, or she would relief herself.
"Salamence...ummm..." Emily scrambled to find the typing while almost 75% of her brain was occupied with closing the back door, "fucking...ummm...flying...right? Dragon Flying? Ummm....unnnngh..." though she would rather die than shit herself in front of her girlfriend and a gymleader, she couldn't deny it was kind of exciting. "Ugh, what am I thinking? Umm...Rock....Ice.....Agh, fuck this..." she though as she threw out Ninetails.
"Salamence, use-"
It was like time slowed to a crawl as Emily listened in horror to what was said.
"e a r t h q u a k e"
Emily focussed all her energy. Her face redened as she clenched as hard as she could, actively pushing her butt closed with both hands as the earth started to shake. Faster. Faster. Even faster. The tremmors grew more violent. Emily's intestines screamed for sweet release. She gritted her teeth. Another tremmor, more vicious. Another one, even stronger. And then...
With a final, massive stomp from the 200lb-creature's leg, a tremmor shook the ground again. The shaking and odd muscle-relaxing effect that plagued Emily and Chloe had made Emily's arms tired, and with a cramped feeling, her arms gave way without noticing it. Emily gasped in shock at the sudden relaxation, causing her to break focus. Emily moaned as the heavy load she'd been forcing in for what seemed like days found its way to freedom, the soft, squishy warmth filling her panties and spreading across her butt. Emily panted while she kept on messing herself. It was quickly running out of room in her panties and she felt her muscles involunterily push as a fresh new log was pushed into her allready overcrowded pants, it now spilling through her legholes. She suddenly realised she wasn't just messing herself, but noticed a more well-known warmth spread across her crotch and quickly making its way down her legs. She felt like she was going to be going on forever as another log entered the mess that had formed in her previously-pink panties, now pushing it to the sides, touching her hips as the bubble of feces expanded backwards, her pants now roughly the size of Chloe's, even though her butt was almost twice the size of hers. With a groan the final log exited her body, a brown stain now very clearly visible from the back...and she suddenly realised where she was...
"Groudon, use Overheat!"
She;d thrown out the Pokémon before even realising it, and insantly, she felt her pants dry up as Salamence took the main blast of damage, and finally went down.
"Well, good job girls!, here you go, the claw badge!"
The woman seemed completely unaware of Emily's predicament, though she did look slightly surprised as Chloe walked up and took both badges, returning one to Emily.
As Emily awkwardly waddled after Chloe, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of shame and excitement.
"So...ummm..." Chloe started
"Please don't" Emily said. If Chloe was going to treat her like a child, or even say anything about it, she was probably going to cry.
"But...well..." Chloe said, slightly fidgeting with her hands "I still need to go..." a flush of red came over her face as she said it. Emily looked dumbfounded.
"Well, you could go in the hotel?" she said, wondering what was wrong with Chloe
"Umm...Em..."
"Yeah?"
"The town is an half-hour walk...and...well...that;s not...enough..." Chloe's face became more and more red as she said it, but Emily smirked, glaring at a nearby bench.
"Well well well..." she said grinning, "I guess we'll have to punish bad little Chlo when we get home, but as for now, why don't you come sit with me?" As much as she tried, Emily couldn't resist the evil tone in her voice. Chloe had always seemed her surperiour...and now...
It was finally Emily's chance to treat her like a naughty little girl...
TO BE CONTINUED WITH POOPY MESSY POOPS AND SUCH |
WARNING: MESSING. If you're not into that, skip this entry, next entry will be back to "normal"
"I'm not doing it!"
"You're doing it whether you like it or not!"
"You're not going to succeed in convincing me!"
"Something tells me I am"
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Emily grunted. She had both hands firmly on her butt and her legs pressed together. Chloe was standing in front of her, smirking.
"The sooner you give up, the sooner we can go home."
Chloe walked over to a wooden bench and sat down. She felt the mush spread out underneath her like she was sitting on a waterbed and flinched before looking back to Emily.
"Come on, come to mommy you naughty girl" she teased, tapping her lap. Emily grumbled and groaned but she had to admit, something about that infectious, devious smile was extremely tempting. She sat down slowly on Chloe's lap, holding her stomach as she did so. Chloe instantly wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pinning her to her.
"Hmmwuh-bhut Chloe...Chloeee, I gotta-mph-I gotta poop Chloe." Emily brought out, being slightly smothered in Chloe's neck.
"I know sweety, just let it happen, just relax and let it out, it'll be allright"
"But Chloe, I don't wanna poop myself"
"Sh sh sh baby, it will all be fine, just savour the moment-sshhhhhh" Chloe shushed as Emily opened her mouth to protest, "just think of how relieved you'll feel when this is all over, hmm? That soft warmth around your butt? Jusssst, reeeelaaax my sweet baby girl"
"Hmmm, hurn..." Emily squirmed and moaned, but Chloe had her in a vice grip, and she wasn't gonna get out clean. With one final attempt, she focussed on holding her butt as tightly closed as possible. In a wave her muscled clenched as hard as they could, and then they relaxed...relaxed a tad to much.
"Hrrrrrrn-aaaaah~" a warm, seemingly constant stream of feces entered her pantied, quickly filling the little space that was left by her large butt and starting to expand backwards, pushing her panties back untill it had opened up a hole to escape to the sides. Emily moaned in pleasure as she felt the warmth spread across her buttcheeks, enlarging her allready big behind to an even more rediculous size. Chloe also felt it; like a warm blanket she felt it travel around her girlfriends' pants. She'd been standing when it happened, causing gravity to push it down, but Emily was sitting so it muddled around at the back of her butt. Emily's face was blissfull as another soft moan escaped her throat and a rush of extacy shot through her as the mass suddenly started spreading quicker and with more force. It started creeping up and tickeling her thighs and perinium. It started traveling into her legpipes when Emily's body spasmed and clenched up for a second, before continuing with renewed force. Emily's excitement caused her to get wet, and this caused her to inadvertendly start peeing. It streamed onto and into the mess allready present in her pants before finding the fabric and dripping down onto Chloe's legs, a few drips even made it to the ground below them. Emily couldn't help but grab her crotch; it felt like it was on fire. Her hand moved rythmically up and down, and Chloe had noticed. She undid Emily's button and put one hand on her soaked crotch, slowly stimulating her girlfriend even more. She slowly, slowly started moving faster, teasing and edging her. Emily felt like she was going to die for pure extacy, but she also felt that the end was near, and as her concentration wavered she inadvertendly tensed her stomach muscles. Chloe had been waiting for this sign and finally rubbed fast, hard and precise. As Emily climaxed she felt the last load shoot out with a tremendous force. She felt her overstretched pants extending downwards even further and it now even started making its way up her back.
"Ah-aah-aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" her body was shaking, her butt was covered in three difrent bodily fluids, but somehow, Emily could do nothing but sit there and ride the wave of arousal. It was like all her senses were working together to have her enjoy such an intense pleasure. Chloe slowed down and removed her hand, subtly drying it on the back of her pants.
"Who's a good little girl? I told you it'd be fine, right?"
"aaaaah-mmhm, so...so incredible...you...you're incredible" Emily said, slumping over onto her girlfriend. Chloe let her catch her breath before softly pushing her away to signal she was standing up.
"Well, let's get my little girl home and all cleaned up, hmm?" Chloe teased once more, and hand in hand, they walked back to the mountain path to the hotel.
In the distance, the small, purple, pointy eared creature laughed with its sharp-toothed mouth, it's hexagonal eyes reflecting the surroundings...
TO BE CONTINUED AND BY THE WAY SABLEYE USED AROMA THERAPY AND NONE OF Y'ALL GUESSED IT CAUSE YOU ARE NOT POKÉMON MASTERS LIKE I AM YOU SCRUBS
P.s: just kidding I love you guys
P.p.s: Hehe "pee pee es"
P.p.p.s: That's it for now for messing, sorry but doesn't seem to be as populair as just wetting so it'll be awhile before it's revisited |
Chloe and Emily were sitting on the deck, bathing in the sun. Emily was wearing a black tank top and Chloe wearing a soft pink T-shirt with matching pink sunglasses. Both had short blue jeans, though Chloes' ended in a neat ridge whereas Emilys' were cut off and had small, white wires sticking out. However, their sunbathing session was cut short due to the ferry entering the Melemele port, covering the ship in shadows. Shortly after, the duo were standing on Alolan soil with their bags in hand.
"So, where to, captain?" Emily asked
"Our first destination is the city hall to get our trainer passports, then we're heading to Iki town to introduce ourselves to the Kahuna"
"What's a Kahuna?"
"The assigned 'ruler' off a single island, there are 4 in total, this islands Kahuna is called Hala, and from what I read he seems like a nice guy"
"That's good to hear, ladies!"
A booming voice came from behind the girls, startling them. As they turned around, a rather large man with white hair tied into a small tail and tanned skin walked out of the port. He wore a bright blue shirt, white shorts and a bright yellow jacket.
"Oh! You must be Hala!" Chloe said excitedly
"Indeed I am! I heard you two are new to Alola? Well, let me be the first to bid you a warm welcome and alola to this new region, I hope you enjoy your time here!"
"Sorry..." Emily said, with a furrowed brow, "but why did you say "alola to this new region"?"
"Ahaha, you see, alola is a greeting here! Quite special, having the name of your region be a greeting, don't you think?"
Chloe smiled, his loud, booming voice and large build made him seem like the friendliest brown bear she'd ever met.
"Well, if you two ever need anything, just tell me, and I'll probably be able to help you out! Oh!" he interrupted himself, like he had just thought of something, "why don't you two come over two Iki town later, and I'll give you both your first Alolan Pokémon!"
"Thank you, that is very kind of you!" Chloe said
"Yeah, we'll be right over after we get our passports checked out!" Emily added
"Good! Good! Then I'll see you two later!" and with that, he walked off.
The passports didn't take long to make, though they were significantly different from what they had before; the paper had soft colours and there was a page for stamps that they could use "as a right of passage to other islands" as the official had put it. As the two tracked up the hill to Iki town, the sun started to merge with the sea in the distance, having sunken halfway by the time they reached the entrance gate to Iki town. Iki town was filled with traditional houses and burning tiki poles. There was a large square in the middle of the town with a slightly elevated wooden platform adorned with white patterns, with some wooden steps on either side of the platform. There was a large wooden hut where Hala lived, and he walked out the door the moment the girls walked up to the square.
"Aha! So good you could make it!" He said, waving at the two, "I have your first Alolan Pokémon right here!"
The girls walked up to meet him standing next to the platform. He had three Pokéballs with him.
"Let's get right to it, shall we? Here are-"
"Hey gramps, you're not gonna wait for me?"
A boy came running out of Halas' hut. He was about the same age as Chloe and Emily. He, too, had a tanned skin. He was thin and had black hair.
"Ah, girls, let me introduce you: This is Hau, my grandson! He is also taking the Island challenge!"
"Nice to meet you, I'm Chloe, this is Emily!"
"Nice to meet you! I'm so excited to go on this journey!" Hau said. He was obviously more energetic than his grandfather, though that wasn't much of a surprise, seeing as Hala could easily be 3 to 4 times Haus' age.
"Haha, well then, let's continue; here are your choices!"
Hala opened the three Pokéballs, revealing the Pokémon inside; a small, round, owl-like Pokémon with a leaf bowtie, a red and black cat-like Pokémon with a slightly disdained look in its eyes, and a quirky and energetic sealioneque Pokémon with a large, round, pink nose.
"Who would like to go first?" Hala asked, as he turned around to the three kids behind him.
"Well, since they're new to Alola, it seems fair that they get first choice!" Hau said excitedly
"Haha, I raised you well my boy, well then, ladies?"
Emily and Chloe exchanged looks
"You started this Pokémon journey, go ahead" Emily said, nudging Chloe.
Chloe didn't have to think long, she'd been smitten when she saw it. She picked up the small bird and held it in her hands. It smiled and cooed excitedly, like it had hoped that she off all people would've chosen him.
"Haha! Good pick! That's Rowlet, the grass quilt Pokémon! It seems to be fond of you already!"
Emily was up next, and to literally nobody's surprise she went straight to the cat, who had curled up and seemed almost annoyed when Emily picked him up. However, it was soon scanning Emily and got distracted by a bang of hair, flicking at it with its paw.
"Quite the match! That's Litten, the fire cat Pokémon! You two fit well together! Now that just leaves..."
Hau already had the sealion in its arms, which seemed to explode with joy and couldn't keep still, causing Hau to laugh.
"Well, that's all of them! I wish you all the best on your journey! Your first trial is to the north of Hau-oli city, where you docked, but why don't you get some rest first? I have a guest room in my hut!"
"Wait! Wait! I have a request!" Hau blurted out. Hala, Emily and Chloe stopped and looked at him. "Is it okay to try out our new Pokémon first? I'd be honoured to have my first battle against you ladies!"
And thus, as the moon started to creep up from the dark waters, the trio found themselves on the wooden platform. Chloe fought Hau, and won, but lost against Emily, Emily then fought Hau and lost. Chloe wasn't surprised; that's how types work, she was exhausted however, and among the foreign sounds of the Alola wildlife drifting in through the guest room window, she soon fell into a deep sleep...
As a star split open in the night skies high above her...
TO BE CONTINUED IN ALOLA ISN'T THIS GRAND?! |
[Deep inside the Alolan forest, not far from Iki town]
A Pokémon was residing in his bright yellow shell-like arms, when it suddenly felt a rush of energy coursing through the woods. It opened up its arms, revealing its small, black body with markings along its sides. It looked up to the sky and saw, in the distance, a tear in the stars. It had feared this day would come once again, and it quickly rose up from the ground, hovering further and further above the treetops. It emitted a yellow light in a mysterious sequence, then looked over to the other three islands lying close to the one it called home. The sequence was repeated threefold, one island shone a pink light, one a blue light and one a red light. The Pokémon looked up again. It had seen what chaos had befell the Alolan region last time the sky had split open, and once again, it feared, it needed to fight to protect its home. It lowered itself and seemingly from nowhere produced a sparkeling stone. It rushed over to Iki town and tried to sense the aura of the people around it, until it had found 2 suitable subjects. It was rare there was a trainer that was able to receive one of the stones, let alone two at the same time. It produced a second stone and put both near the subject. It left the hut through the window without making a sound, and had gone unnoticed by all the people living on the island, as it retreated back to its ruins to converse with the other 3 Pokémon...
[The next morning]
A loud screeching awoke Chloe. She looked up and saw a grey and white bird Pokémon, with a long red-and-orange beak making loud, almost trumpet-like noises. She picked up the closest thing she could find and threw it in its general direction. The thing missed the window completely, bonked against the wall and fell to the ground, startling the bird enough to make it fly off. Chloe laid down without giving it a further thought before slowly rising back up and looking at the wall again. The thing she had thrown was a rock. A deep grey rock that seemed to sparkle in the morning sun. She got out from under the tikitotem-themed sheets and walked over towards it. It seemed rugged, yet had a very specific shape. She looked at the bed and realised it had been on her nightstand, though she didn't remember leaving it there. She then noticed Emily had one as well, still laying where hers had been except on her side of the bed.
"Em, hey, Em, wake up!" Chloe whisper-shouted, hoping to not awaken Hala, Hau or other inhabitants of the hut
"Wussat?"
"Em, look at this." Chloe held the rock in front of Emilys half-closed eyes
"Hmmyeah thassa pretty rock" Emily said unimpressed, trying to roll over on her other side
"No, look, it was on my nightstand, and theres one on yours as well!"
Emily opened her eyes a bit more, and once her view had focused, she looked at her nightstand. Sure enough, there was an identical rock on her stand as well. She frowned and rubbed her eyes before sitting up and picking up the rock, taking a closer look at it.
"Huh, weird..." she said, now with more clarity in her voice. Her sheets slid down to her belly, and Chloe involuntarily bit her lip at the sight of her girlfriends slightly tanned belly, which had become more muscular than when she had first met her. "...maybe it's, like, a tradition for newcomers?"
Chloe tore her eyes away from Emilys belly to her face, trying to regain her composure.
"Yeah, maybe, we should ask Hala."
The two girls walked into the main room of the hut fully dressed; Emily wore a aqua blue shirt with tropical multicoloured flowers, light blue shorts and blue sandals while Chloe had gone for a black tanktop with an image of a surfing Pikachu, blue shorts and black sandals.
The main room was a large elongated square with a traditional bamboo and wooden throne-looking chair at the very back, which was reserved for the Kahuna. Hala was sitting on it in his usual attire.
"Alola! Good morning girls!" he hollered, Chloe and Emily had almost forgotten how loud he was, "have you slept well?"
"Yes, thank you for the hospitality" Emily said
"Not too much problems with the Trumbeaks? They can be quite noisy"
"Are those, perhaps, grey and white birds with..." Emily started
"A long beak? Yes! They are quite noisy, but very helpful for berryfarmers, as they eat the bugs from their plants!"
The girls walked up to the chair where Chloe started;
"Sir, we ("call me Hala!" Hala interrupted) had a question. We found these stones on our nightstands this morning, do you know what they are?"
Chloe showed him her rock, while Emily got hers out as well. Hala raised his eyebrows and then furrowed his brow.
"Yes, yes, these stones are embedded deep within our culture. They contain a Z-ring, like this one" Hala held out his right arm and around it was a white ring with some sort of emblem on in. "All four of Alolas islands have a guardian deity, who give these rocks to strong, worthy trainers. This is a very rare occurrence, let alone to have two at once!"
"So...what is a Z-ring exactly?" Chloe asked
"Well, they allow you to perform strong Z-moves. But, I will tell you about those later. For now, if you don't mind, I can take these rocks to our rock-expert olivia, a kahuna from another island, who can retrieve the ring from them, is that okay?"
The girls nodded furiously and Hala took the rocks from them.
"It won't be long, don't worry, you girls start with the trial and I will return them as soon as they are done." Hala said, before walking off into the sunny outdoors. The girls stood without moving, processing what just had happened. Worthy? Guardian deities? Z-Moves?
Chloe was the first to notice; since they were so caught up in the mystery of the stones, they had not utilised the bathroom yet. As Emily had not realised yet, she decided to play innocent.
"Hey, I lost an earring in our room, can you help me look?" she lied to Emily
"Yeah, sure" Emily responded, still distracted
Chloe could feel her bladder ache every step she took. "perfect" she thought "that will come in handy for the plan"
TO BE CONTINUED WITH RINGS?!?! |
Hey look I managed to make 2 entries without dying for half a year! Also, small correction: Chloe isn't wearing shorts but regular jeans, my bad.
Emily walked into the bedroom and looked around. It was a large rectangle. To the left against the wall, which was the back wall of the hut, was a large bed made out of carved wood, with symbols engraved on it. On each side was a small night stand and beyond the bed was a rather large closet for their clothes. Above the bed was a large window which looked into a foresty cliff side no more than 10 meters away from the window. The wall opposite the door had a small ornate table with a large LCD-screen TV on top of it, with next to it the door less passageway into the bathroom. The right wall was almost entirely comprised of large windows looking out onto the area in front of the hut, with wooden blinds allowing you to open or close the view. Underneath the windows was a decently sized round table with two chairs. Pretty much everything was made of a light wood, palm wood, Emilie guessed, and they were all carved and engraved with curves and symbols. It was pretty and light in the room, and on the wooden ceiling were two light fixtures and one overhead fan, which was spinning and humming softly. The bathroom had the same width as the bedroom, but was about 1/5th the length. It had a shower cabin and a wall-mounted heater on the left and a toilet, sink and small cupboard on the right.
Emily took a deep breath of the warm morning air and exhaled, she hadn't felt at peace as much as she did right now in a long time. Chloe walked up behind her and flung her arms around Emilys neck, resting her head on her shoulder.
"Ya like it?"
"It certainly is different" Emily responded, "but in a good way"
"It's like I'm on vacation, can you imagine living here?"
"Day in, day out nice weather?"
"White beaches?"
"A rich culture?"
"Getting pelted by rocks while you sleep?" Chloe joked
"Oh shut it you Snorlax"
"Hey, don't you fatshame me!" Chloe said, faking an insulted tone "you Miltank" she said underneath her breath
"I heard that!"
Emily and Chloe laughed, it was like now that they where in the sun, in a new location, all their troubles were far away. Chloe had been so taken in by her conversation that she had forgotten about her plan, but it suddenly came back to her. She walked over to the windows overlooking the square and closed the blinds. Light could still come in through the diagonal slits, but you couldn't look in or out. Emily watched, both intrigued and scared, as Chloe was very deliberate in her way of doing things, so she must have some idea or plan, though she had no idea what. She suddenly remembered the earring, but how was less light going to help find the damn thing? Chloe walked over to the table and grabbed a chair, slamming it in the middle of the room and leaning on the back, now looking straight at Emily.
"Sit"
"What?"
"Sit" Chloe repeated, however, as Emily slowly made her way over to the chair, she realised something.
"Wait, actually, hold on a second." Chloe turned around and ran into the bathroom. Once she had made a right and was out of view of a very confused Emily, she had to bend over and grab her crotch for a moment. The running had put strain on her bladder, and just the thought of what she was going to do was exciting her, making it even more difficult to keep her holding on. She composed herself and grabbed a towel from the heater.
She walked back into the room, feigning a casual demeanour, and placed the towel over the seat of the chair.
"Ok, now sit"
"Chlo, what are you-"
"Just sit goddammit" Chloe was really struggling to hold on.
Emily meandered over to the chair, unsure but exited about what would happen next. She said down and looked left and right without turning her head, slightly scared. Chloe walked around the chair and stood in front of Emily, and she suddenly had a feeling they had been in a similar situation before. She closed in on Emily, spread her legs slightly (which put an almost catastrophic amount of strain on her bladder) and sat down on Emilys lap, facing her. She looked down starkly, and Emily almost felt like she was a naughty kid about to get punished by a strict teacher, it was scary, but exhilarating at the same time.
"Chlo, wha-" Emily started, before being suddenly interrupted by a deep and passionate kiss. Chloe soft lips embraced Emilys and she closed her eyes as a jolt of happiness, not, excitement shot through her. She still had no idea what was going to happen next, but it couldn't be bad if this was how it started. Chloe wrapped her arms around Emily and pulled her in tighter, a soft moan escaping from Emilys mouth, it was probably the sexiest sound Chloe had ever heard, and if she hadn't been holding, she would be gushing wet from that singular noise. As they kissed, Chloe felt her netherregions throb, begging for release, her muscles ached, her bladder was bulging out of her body, but she held it for a little while longer, wanting to enjoy this moment for a bit longer before moving on to the next.
Emily felt her excitement build up throughout the kiss. It was like it was never going to end, and she was fine with that. She could stay in this moment in time for the rest of eternity and not regret a single thing. She felt Chloes arms move up and down her back, she felt her slowly bounce up and down on her legs, like she was having sex with nothing in particular; Chloe would rise from her lap slightly, grinding their bodies together, until only her knees were touching Emilys hips, and then she'd lower herself until she sat on her lap again, over and over. Emily felt that as her excitement rose, her panties slowly became wet, though this time not with pee.
Chloe felt like she was going to burst, like she would explode from excitement, arousal and pee, she had never been this full before, and it felt amazing, she stopped moving completely for a second, frozen in time, like the earth had stopped rotating, before letting out a deep, primal moan as her dam burst and she started gushing out the pee she had been storing for what felt like days. It came out with incredible force, moving the fabric of her jeans with the sheer pressure of her urine blasting against it. Her crotch felt like it exploded as her pants darkened in a large circle in what seemed like an instant. A loud hissing could be heard as she relieved herself, waves of pleasure shot through her body as a waterfall spread down her legs and along her thighs soaking her pants and underwear. Emily gasped when she felt the warm flow of urine spread along her jeans, but the feeling, along with the moans of Chloe, the pee dripping onto and around her legs and the hissing of her urine made her so incredibly horny she thought she was going to die from an overdose of arousal. She had not even realised up until then that they hadn't used the bathroom in a long time. As Chloe pulled Emily back into their kiss a final wave of arousal finally did Emily in; her pussy was soaked and throbbing, and that perfectly opened the way for her full bladder to empty itself right then and there. Emily, too, let out a long moan as it spread and joined the wet paths around her leg where Chloes pee was trickling down onto the towel underneath them. Chloes pants absorbed some of the flood, but with Emily there wasn't a lot to hold it back, and soon her shorts were soaked in its entirety, pee now jutting out onto her bare legs. Chloe, too, had become extremely aroused and felt the warm throbbing increase as her bladder slowly emptied, the hissing becoming softer now being overtaken by the second hissing sound coming from Emily. Though Chloe was done, she held onto Emily and let her live it out in its entirety. Emily was absorbed in the moment. A perfect swirl of arousal, relief, excitement and a weird, unexplainable feeling of calmness embraced her and warmed her to her very core. The pee kept flowing and started to form a puddle around her thighs and butt, quickly spreading towards the front of the chair and streaming along her legs onto her feet and the ground, making a pattering sound as it did so. Emily moaned as the flood kept pouring out of her like it had never done before. It had always felt good but this, this was something completely different. Suddenly, the stream became faster and stronger as her muscles clenched inadvertendly, shooting forward out of her crotch area splashing against the insides of her thighs, producing a loud hiss as it did so. From there it streamed forward along the inside of her legs and dripped down onto her feet. And with that, all of the sudden, it was over.
Chloe and Emily broke away from each other. Emily leaned her head back onto the back of the chair, letting out a big sigh of relief and arousal. She was still in her high, which was good news for Chloe. Emily didn't notice it at first. There was a...feeling, familiar, very welcome, but she couldn't place it at the time. She suddenly felt a space open up around her stomach and lifted her head, but before she could look what was happening, her head fell back as a wave of pleasure hit her. She had realised what was happening. Chloe leaned forward and kissed Emilys bare neck as she rubbed her wet, throbbing clit. Emily moaned in pleasure as Chloe sped up a bit, feeling Emilys excitement build. The hairs on Emilys arms rose and as if it was a signal Chloe had been waiting for, she inserted a finger into Emilys vagina and started slowly moving in and out.
"Ah- Ahh- C- Chl- Chloe- I'm- I'm gonna-" Emily tried to bring out, but she knew she didn't have long left, she raised her head with some difficulty and looked into Chloes eyes. She didn't know why, but at that moment she realised how deep and sensual Chloes eyes actually were. It felt like she was being absorbed by her eyes, looking into an infinite beautiful sea that was her girlfriend. Chloe inserted another finger and sped up at the same time. Emily gasped and tried to speak again.
"Chl- Chloe!" a moan escaped from her throat, "Ah- Aaah- I'm- I'm gonna- Ahhh- Fuck- I'm- Aaaaaaaaagh-" another long deep moan escaped from Emilys lips as she looked into Chloes eyes, "S- St- I- I'm going- I'm- AAAAH- I'M- I'M GONNA- AAAAAAH- I'M GONNA CUMMMAAAAAAAAAAAH" Emilys eyes turned away as she climaxed agresively, "HAH, AAAH, AAAAAAAAGH, AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOHHH~~"
Emily opened her eyes. Chloe was still sitting on top of her. The climax had caused her to feel like she was going to faint, and she wouldn't have been surprised if she had awakened an hour later, while in fact the whole ordeal had lasted less than ten minutes.
"I- I rea- I really love you" Emily brought out panting. Chloe smiled sweetly.
"I love you too, babe" Chloe said, before pressing a soft kiss on Emilys lips and standing up to clean herself and the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
Hope you liked that! Really needed some more omo in this omo fanfic. If you're wondering why I often give waaay too detailed descriptions of rooms and locations, it's because I want people to be able to envisage what it's like; where they are, what it looks like, what it feels like, I want people to feel like they are inside the story that's being told, and simply saying "there was a table" is not going to cut it; is it big? Light? Round? Wooden? I want people to be able to see the scene in their head like a movie, so that's why...the more you know! |
This is just a one shot story I wrote a long time back. I had to write this because this is something that is based on my individuality. I usually found myself in these kind of situations since I never used the loos at school when I was a kid. Though I have exaggerated the story at will, I hope it is still enjoyable. I'm a bit embarrassed about it though.
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The waistband of his school trousers cut into his rock hard bladder as Noah climbed into the bus and took his usual window seat near the back.
He had to pee quite a lot but Noah wasn’t worried. His mom had always taught him not to use public bathrooms because they were dirty and could cause infections and Noah had always obeyed her without question.
Even today, Michelle had him drink a liter of milk for breakfast with a slice of bread and butter and a banana.
She always had him carry a liter bottle of water to school as she wanted Noah to understand the importance of being well hydrated all the time. “You should always drink a bottle or two of water while at school” she told him every morning and Noah did just that.
His day would start with a liter of honey water that Michelle would make for him topped off with almonds. His mother would take extra care of him and saw that he was always properly hydrated.
Today, Michelle had even made a tall bottle of warm lemonade for Noah to drink on the ride to school. Though the boy had shown apprehension, Michelle convinced him that it was to keep him energized through the day.
By the time his bus had arrived at school, the lemonade was all gone and Noah had realized that mommy was right, he did feel energized and a bit bloated with all that milk and water to be true, but it was all going to go down soon.
The lemonade had worked wonders and he zoomed through the first half of the day like a rocket. He answered every question that Ms. Lisa put up and all his class mates looked at him as they always did. Though just eight, the boy was a genius and even his teacher couldn’t deny that.
But, by 12 pm, Noah’s bladder started ballooning rapidly with all the liquid, nevertheless he tried to put it at the back of his mind and keep working.
But now, Noah couldn’t ignore the strong spasms from his bladder that came from time to time. He could feel the organ filled to the brim, stretched so much to contain all the liquid, but he knew it was nothing to worry about.
He always wanted to pee badly at the end of the day but would only go at home. But today he had been squirming in his seat from the time lunch got over. Noah didn’t know what it was but somehow he wanted to pee more than any other day.
He had started thinking of going to the loo but reminded himself that public loos were always dirty and only dirty people went there. Noah wasn’t a dirty boy so he didn’t need to go to the loo. As the day progressed, his need to go faded away and Noah forgot about it altogether but now he was in the bus, the need had come back much stronger than before.
He was now regretting to have refilled his water bottle without thinking how much might need to go after it reached his bladder.
The boy cringed as the bus went over the bumps on the road making his bladder want to explode.
It was 4 o’clock and Noah had been without a loo for the past ten hours with almost a gallon of liquid stretching his bladder, but he didn’t want to think about it.
He kept looking out of the window, and by the time they reached the third stop, Noah knew his own stop was not too far away. Though he was trying to keep calm, he couldn’t ignore his bladder that was so stretched with his all that fluid.
There was a part of him that wanted to get down at the next stop and pee it all out but he reminded himself what mommy had told him, “Only toilet is for pee-pee, only bad people go outside.”
Noah had no choice, he would always do what mom said, so now his only option was to hold it all in and only let it out in the bathroom at home.
He told himself that he had to wait till he got home, but his pee was already coming out. A few drops had escaped into his underwear and Noah was beginning to panic. The pressure had grown awfully great in the past hour but he had somehow been putting it off, though now it looked like there was no ignoring it any more.
As he stood up to get near the door, an abrupt stream of hot pee filled his underwear before he quickly cut off the flow. Noah jammed his hand into his crotch as he began to panic.
His stop was just a few minutes away and his control was slipping. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prayed for the driver to hurry.
But by now his bladder had reached its absolute capacity and as the bus hit a bump on the road his body gave out. His legs trembled and lips quivered as a long spurt of pee escaped him. A tear dripped off his chin as Noah bowed his head in shame as he saw others watching him.
And then it happened. A warm torrent of urine started to soak his clothes and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of his uniform knickers as Noah whimpered with his head down.
He tried to stop the flow with his hands but failed. His bladder was too stretched to contain his all that fluid any longer.
Relief flowed through the poor boy’s body. The sensation of a deflating bladder made him shiver and his head felt light.
It was only after two minutes that his river of pee stopped. He has been so desperate that he couldn’t stop before his bladder had completely emptied itself. He looked down to see the damage with his tear filled eyes.
No one around him said a word, Noah was thankful for that but when Ms. Lisa stood up from her seat and walked back to see what was going on, Noah bowed his head in shame.
When Lisa saw what had happened her eyes widened in shock. Half the aisle was drenched with pee and Noah stood crying over it, his knickers soaked. She couldn’t believe the amount of urine that was running down the aisle, she wondered how long Noah had been holding it to have an accident so huge.
Just as she was about to comfort Noah, his stop arrived and he hurriedly walked past her to get down.
Walking the pathway towards the front door, Noah couldn’t believe he had wet himself and that too in front of the entire bus and Ms. Lisa. How would he be able to face her tomorrow in the class? |
Leo, as a prince of Nohr, had taken a practical interest in studying strategy. Though Xander was the crown prince, and Corrin had been the one to unite both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops under one banner, it was often either Leo's strategies they used in battle, or Leo who they went to for advice if there were any difdiculties.
Being a prince of Nohr, he knew the advantages and disadvantages of each and every class at his disposal. But, now, he had joined Corrin and his alliance of both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops. It was a tactical nightmare! The prince had to learn all new strategies and methods for each and every new class and unit, and then find a way for them to work together.
Through hard work and diligence, he had. Finally, he had the entire army working as one, despite their differences. Well, almost. He had one problem, in the form of a red-headed Pegasus Knight. Hinoka.
The Hoshidan princess was dedicated, and extremely capable, able to turn the tide of a battle all on her own. Yet, she was impossible to plan around! She would rush ahead of the main force without support, and would act only off of her own instinct when she sensed an opportunity. So far, disaster had been avoided, but Leo decided he should speak with her about it, before it became a serious problem.
~X~
Hinoka was training, putting all of the same devotion and finesse she would use in a real battle to work against a practice dummy. The princess of Hoshido had focused all of frustration at the kidnapping of Corrin into becoming the greatest pegasus knight she could be, so that she could one day get him back.
He had returned on his own, and had even managed to unite Nohr and Hoshido against a common enemy, yet Hinoka still trained with the same ferocious determination. Now it was more about finishing the war, so that she might enjoy the peace afterward with her family, friends and retainers.
As Leo watched, he was astounded by her strength and speed, and couldn't help but speak with her as soon as she was done.
"Now that I've seen your commitment to your training... I can understand how your battle prowess became so well known." the Nohrian prince said, taking her by surprise as she caught her breath.
"Prince Leo? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were watching." Hinoka replied, as she wondered what the Nohrian prince might want.
"No problem, Princess Hinoka. It's quite interesting to see how both you and Prince Ryoma train." Leo said, "It's no surprise that you were both able to turn the tide of a battle on your own. I used to consider you both incredibly dangerous as enemies... It's reassuring now to have such strong comrades to fight alongside."
"Prince Leo, I think you're exaggerating our skill just a little bit..." Hinoka said, taken aback by Leo's praise.
"That is unlikely—the power you wield is undeniable." Leo said, having seen their abilities first hand, from the receiving end. "My only critique would be that your style is difficult to build a strategy around."
"I don't understand what you mean." Hinoka said plainly.
"I'm having trouble creating a plan that accounts for your aggressive attitude. Since you charge the enemy head-on, it'd be best to have a plan that supports you. But I find it hard to predict how you will behave when battle begins." Leo admitted, feeling some slight shame at being unable to plan around her.
"Ahhh. Heh, I see what you're saying. A gifted strategist like yourself would be concerned with how things look on paper." Hinoka said, with more than a little derision. "I'm more concerned with how strong I am when steel meets steel. I'll leave you to your board-game strategies."
Leo was speechless as Hinoka turned to leave. Though she had called him a gifted strategist, it was with disdain, and she had gone on to trivialize his work. Board-game strategies? He couldn't believe any warrior would say such a thing. The prince sighed, and turned to walk back to his quarters.
~X~
When the army prepared for their next battle, Leo was still bitter about what Hinoka had said. And while part of him wanted to just let her be, and let her ignore strategy if she wished, he couldn't. A greater part of him wanted to stay close to her, to be there to help her and prove her wrong when she inevitably ran into trouble.
He knew she was skilled, and knew it might not be this battle, or the next, but eventually she would push too far. And he'd be there to help, and show her that a "board-game strategy" could be as important as strength.
~X~
The battle started out simply enough, with the enemy's units underprepared for the skill and numbers that Corrin could bring to the field. Of course, Hinoka rushed ahead of the bulk of the army, charging them without caution, facing the enemy head on, with little to no support. It didn't matter who she squared up against, she would defeat them. Her skill with the naginata, and her ability to guide her pegasus as if it was nothing more than an extension of herself, formed a wicked combination that not even their strange Vallite opponents could withstand.
As Corrin's army struggled to catch up with Hinoka, she couldn't help but feel proud. She looked at the swath of fallen enemies behind her, and knew that she had defeated them all. Several of the enemy remained, however, and the princess knew she couldn't give in to pride yet. As she turned her mount towards the remaining opposing forces, she felt the slightest pressure in her bladder. It seemed that she had neglected an important preparation, and had not relieved herself before the battle. She wasn't worried, though. There were only a few enemies left, and her mount would be able to get her off the field quickly once the battle was over.
Before long, she had reached the final group of enemy soldiers. All that remained was a small group of swordsmen, and she made quick work of them. She turned back towards her allies, and saw that they had already cleaned up any groups she had missed. It seemed victory was near, and Hinoka breathed a sigh of relief. She would soon be able to relieve herself, and they would be able to chalk up another victory. She had accomplished a great deal in the battle, entirely on her own. Leo and his strategy was just as overrated as she had claimed, and now she hoped he would see she didn't need anyone's help.
Just as victory seemed inevitable, though, more enemy troops appeared out of thin air. One second, the field was clear of any opposing troops, the next there were scores of them. Hinoka gasped in shock, as she and the army suddenly had another battle on their hands. With a quick survey of the enemy, she saw that they had a lot of archers in their ranks. Though it would cost her a lot of her mobility, Hinoka decided that it would be in her best interest to dismount her pegasus, and send it back towards safer ground. The flying horse was much too vulnerable to arrows, and any that found their mark could easily spell disaster for both her and the beast she had bonded with so closely. No, it would be much better to allow her mount to retreat while she continued on on foot.
Or so she had thought. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt the fullness in her bladder grow more intense. On the back of the pegasus, it was more of a dull pressure, but once she was standing it hit her as a twinge of pain in her abdomen. She couldn't believe how suddenly the need to piss had struck her, but it would have to wait. Now that she had dismounted, it would be even longer before she would have a chance at relief, and she would simply have to endure until then. But she was durable, and there were many enemies before her that could serve as a distraction. Without even considering allowing her allies to catch up, she headed straight for the enemy reinforcements, striking them as quickly and ferociously as lightning.
~X~
Leo watched as Hinoka rushed ahead, vanquishing many of the first wave of foes. He was impressed, as always, by her skill and strength, and found himself rooting for her even if he wanted her to need his help. But then the second wave materialized, and there were far too many archers for a pegasus knight to be safe. He nearly rushed ahead himself, to either warn her, or force her to pull back with him, but before he could the princess was dismounting on her own. He felt admiration and respect; she had seen the threat on her own, and chose to forsake what was usually one of her greatest advantages before it became a weakness.
That respect vanished quickly, however, as she charged into the new enemies, this time without any of the mobility and escapability her pegasus offered her. Prince Leo shook his head, unsure of what exactly went through Hinoka's head when she did something like that. And yet, he wanted to help her, wanted to make sure that if her rash behaviour got her in trouble, nothing happened to her. Though he was careful to keep her from noticing his presence, he was always just a short distance from her, even if it meant he was without support himself.
~X~
Enemies fell to her naginata right and left, struck down like stalks of wheat before a scythe. Hinoka fought even more furiously than usual, her desperation spurring her on. The twinges of pain became more and more frequent, and the constant pressure got worse and worse. She knew that if this battle didn't come to an end soon, she might be in a very bad situation. She also realized, the further she got from the bulk of Corrin's army, that she truly was alone out here. It might have been enough to scare her into rejoining the army, but her success so far drove her on further and further. The enemy's constant presence kept her so focused that she failed to notice that she had one ally much closer than she expected.
Finally, she struck down the last enemy that was before her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself a brief moment of rest before she turned towards her allies. She would return now, help them finish off whatever forces remained, and then they would return to the castle and she would be able to relieve herself. It would all work out fine, even though she had charged in without support. Leo could keep his board-game strategies, all she needed was her own strength and her own skill! She turned, and couldn't believe her eyes.
Yet another group of enemies, much smaller this time, had materialized behind her while she rested. While it was a smaller group of foes, there were faceless among the Vallite troops, and while one on its own was an easy fight for Hinoka, there were two of them, backed up by several swordsmen. She had turned at a good time, as it seemed the Vallites were attempting to flank her, but had not yet gotten into a good position. She could still strike at them without leaving herself completely open to attack from a second direction.
She lunged with her naginata, managing to strike the faceless on the right and vanquish the monstrosity. But as she drew back her weapon, and prepared another attack, her body failed her. Another twinge of pain hit her, much more severe than any previous. She gasped, and couldn't help but hesitate as the pain overwhelmed her. The enemy soldiers were still wary, having seen the princess slay a faceless so easily, along with so many of their allies, but the other faceless had no such qualms. It launched itself at her, and was upon her in a matter of seconds.
Hinoka saw the beast rear back for a punch, a punch which could mean her end, but found she couldn't move. She was completely paralyzed with fear. Time seemed to slow as the fist grew closer and closer, until Hinoka could bear to watch no longer. She shut her eyes, and whimpered as her fear overwhelmed her. Suddenly, she felt her bladder give out. Warm piss rushed out of her, soaking her clothes and running down her bare legs in rivulets before spashing onto the ground. She was wetting herself in terror, as she waited for the inevitable blow to land.
But, nothing happened. After what felt like an eternity, her bladder was empty. Seconds stretched into moments. Finally, she opened her eyes in curiosity. And she saw the faceless and enemy troops wrapped in roots, tangled to the point that they couldn't move at all. The faceless' fist was inches away from her, and she jumped back suddenly, afraid that the monster would break free and attack her once more. When Leo stepped between her and the monster, however, she understood that it was his tome, Brynhildr, that had tangled the enemies up, and knew that she was safe.
She smiled at the prince of Nohr, thankful that he had rescued her. But then she felt the dampness of her crotch, and realized he had to have seen her piss herself, and that he was seeing her now, when she was still soaked. Her smile fell, and she averted her eyes, suddenly finding the ground very interesting as her face flushed a bright red.
"I...thank you." She said, wanting nothing more than to disappear and pretend none of this every happened.
"Don't mention it, Hinoka." Leo said, a slight blush on his face as well. He had never intended to see Hinoka in such a state, never thought that his rescue would be such a close call, but the sudden appearance of the enemy forces had taken him by surprise as well. "I'm just glad I was here to back you up, you could have ended up a lot worse."
"I know. If you hadn't been there to support me, I likely wouldn't have made it out alive." Hinoka admitted. "But...you saw me..."
"What, piss yourself?" Leo finished, as Hinoka didn't seem to want to say it herself. "Yes. But this has been a long battle, and I'm sure you were terrified, staring down a monster like a faceless all on your own."
"I know, but I'm never going to live this down. Not only did I rush off on my own, but I nearly died, and became so scared I pissed myself." Hinoka said.
"Well, let's make a deal. You let me back you up from now on, and I'll make sure nobody finds out about this." Leo offered. At first, he wanted her to feel wrong about judging his strategies so harshly, but in saving her, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state, he wasn't really sure what he wanted. But he knew that he wanted her to be safe, at the very least.
"Deal. I'd agree to almost anything if it meant this stayed a secret!" Hinoka said, smiling slightly. Maybe having someone to support her wouldn't be so bad, after all.
Author's Note: Another commission by Blooper, and my first attempt at writing fear wetting. I hope you enjoy! |
A/N: Another commission for vexer. Seriously, there is no show I have seen that I will not write for, i am all about that commission business.
Timmy had absolutely had it with the way Vicky treated him, though this was far from the first time he'd claimed to have “had it”. Still, he felt that she had really crossed a line this time, and he was tired of all the ways she tried to humiliate him. It was time that she got a taste of her own medicine, and he said as much while ranting about this to Cosmo and Wanda.
His rant was finished off with him declaring, “I wish she'd be humiliated, to make up for the way she humiliated me!”
The problem was, he wasn't very specific when he made his wish and never mentioned Vicky specifically. All he had said was “she”, and though he hated to admit it, he had been humiliated by a few other girls in his time, and the magic was set to target them as well. Still, since Vicky had humiliated him the most recently, she was targeted first, and he didn't notice that anything was up at first.
He had wished to be wherever Vicky was when it happened, and so he ended up secretly following her around the mall, watching for signs of whatever would lead to her humiliation. Soon enough, it was easy to tell that she was getting desperate and ignoring it, which meant that she was going to end up wetting herself in front of a lot of people. The mall was very crowded, which meant that there would be several people witnessing her humiliation.
She was fidgety and nervous, but did not interrupt her shopping even when she was so visibly desperate that anyone would have been able to tell what the problem was. Vicky would cringe and wince, and then keep on as if nothing had happened. Eventually, it got to a point where she would have to stop and squirm in place before she could continue shopping.
Already, people were noticing her doing this and laughing to themselves about it, but she didn't seem to notice and Timmy got satisfaction watching as everyone made fun of her. Soon enough, she would really get hers, and he would get to witness it and know that it happened because of him. Even if she didn't know, it didn't matter, because she would be humiliated and that was all that really mattered.
But what he didn't know was, at that moment, Trixie and Veronica were shopping in the mall as well and they were going to be affected by his wish as well. He didn't see when Veronica first began to feel uncomfortable and start to realize that she needed to pee, and didn't know that she decided to try to hold it a little bit longer because she didn't want Trixie to think that she was lame for needing a break already. And while all this was going on, Trixie started to feel her own need, but also thought it would be better to wait, because they hadn't been out for long and she didn't want to give Veronica any reason to think less of her.
And so the two girls, much like Vicky, ignored their own bladders even when it became obvious that they were desperate, and neither of them seemed to notice the signs that the other was giving off. But Timmy hadn't seen them yet and hadn't figured out what was going on outside of his revenge plot with Vicky. All he could see was how close she was getting to losing control in front of everyone and that she didn't realize that, and wouldn't until it was much too late.
He watched her stop to cross her legs, he watched her squirm around in front of everyone, and he watched the way she struggled to walk, but it was not until she doubled over, with her hands between her legs, that she seemed to realize just how serious her situation was. She steadied herself, blushing as she realized that a lot of people were staring and laughing, but also looking panicked because she knew the situation was going to get worse if she didn't do something about it.
By this point, she could hardly walk at all, and began to slowly make her way towards the bathrooms, struggling with each step. She whimpered a bit, looking terrified as she went, knowing that she was almost at her limit, and Timmy could see just how close she was to losing it. But she was getting close to the bathrooms, and if she didn't wet herself soon, she might make it, and then she wouldn't be humiliated at all. He didn't understand why this was happening until she finally reached the bathrooms and let out a moan of distress.
On the door of the women's bathroom was a sign that read “Out of Order.” A few girls who passed it looked a bit uncomfortable, but they were not so desperate that they couldn't make it across the mall to the the other bathrooms. But Vicky was at her absolute limits, and she wailed, knowing as well as Timmy did that she wouldn't be able to make it over there. Even so, she took the first few pained steps in the other direction, but then it was too late for her.
Doubling over once more, she jammed her hands between her legs to try to stop what she already knew she couldn't, and then she was wetting herself completely, in front of nearly everyone in the mall. Though her pants were dark enough that the dark patch barely showed, it was still obvious just by her face what was happening, and it was not long before a puddle began to form on the floor around her. It was also not long before laughter broke out in the crowd, and Vicky blushed as the group of mall goes mocked her. She had been well and truly humiliated, and Timmy felt satisfied to have had his revenge.
As soon as her bladder had finished emptying, Vicky fled the scene, running for the exit while running from everyone laughing at her. And of course Timmy was among those laughing, perhaps even laughing hardest of all. His small bit of revenge wouldn't do him much good down the road, but for now, it gave him more than enough satisfaction. But that was still before he knew all that was going on in relation to his wish, including just how bad things had gotten for Trixie and Veronica.
Namely the fact that things had been steadily getting worse for the both of them, but neither would admit it and both only made effort to conceal it from the other while remaining perfectly oblivious to whatever signs the other made that they were in the same boat. So, while it was clear to the public that they were both struggling, it was not clear to each other and they both kept shopping and trying to maintain their facade, all while desperately hoping the other would need to go to the bathroom first so that they wouldn't have to be the one to look bad.
Trixie couldn't stand the idea of looking powerless in front of Veronica, though she normally wouldn't have cared what her friend thought of her. The magic made her a bit more irrational and she could only think about how this would affect her image and she therefore cared a lot more than she normally would have. Even as she felt her bladder filling up more than she was able to handle, she did what she could to push it to the back of her mind and kept looking at clothes as if nothing were wrong. Even when she found herself squirming whenever Veronica wasn't looking and when she found that she could hardly hold still, she just kept pretending that she was fine. She was sure that she could last until she had a good opportunity.
But she was already so close to her limit, even more so than she realized because her judgment was so clouded. She crossed her legs for a moment, not realizing just how obvious this looked, and really thought that she was being subtle, even when she bounced up and down and squirmed around in front of everyone. It was so obvious that it was painful to those who watched her, but she wasn't being any less subtle than Veronica was.
Just the same as Trixie, Veronica would wait for an opportunity where she didn't seem to be looking, and then she would cross her legs and bounce on her knees, and pace back and forth, and then freeze up and pretend like nothing had happened when she thought that Trixie was looking again. She was honestly used to holding a bit just to make sure she didn't look bad in front of Trixie and she had her fair share of experience, but now she was pushing herself further than she ever had before. She had never been this dangerously close to wetting herself, but she kept telling herself that she would be fine, and that she wouldn't have to wait too much longer.
The two girls just kept trying to fight the inevitable and kept trying to keep the other from finding out, but even with their resolve, they could not last forever, and even with their resolve, they soon found that they were absolutely at their limits and could not wait anymore, regardless of what the other girl thought. And so Trixie took off at as quick of a pace as she could manage in her current state, with Veronica following close behind, both with the same destination in mind.
They hadn't even communicated what it was they were doing and it was suddenly as if they had forgotten their reason for holding altogether. All that mattered was making sure that they didn't wet themselves, which they both knew was coming soon if they didn't do something about it. Unfortunately, and unbeknownst to them, they were making their way toward the same bathroom that Vicky had tried to use, the one that was still out of order.
By the time they reached it, it was too late for them to go anywhere else, just as it had been with Vicky. Veronica wailed in distress, completely forgetting to try to mask her problem. She wasn't going to make it any longer and she knew it, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself from being completely humiliated. She made a small effort to get away from the crowd, but her cry had directed too much attention to her and she couldn't, and there were several eyes on her as she felt her bladder give out at last.
Moaning in humiliation, she felt the warm liquid running down her legs, and she covered her face as she flooded her panties.
Trixie would have normally been disgusted to watch her friend do something like this, but right now, she had much more important things on her mind, such as trying to get to the other bathroom. She turned away from Veronica and made a feeble attempt to get away, but just like Vicky, she had no chance of making it all the way across the mall in her current condition. All she cared about was getting away from where Veronica had humiliated herself and avoid her own humiliation, but she barely made it a few feet before it was also too late for her.
Clenching her fists, she wasn't sure what to do when she began to wet herself. She wanted to try to find some way to conceal it, but she was completely frozen in place, in full view as it ran down her legs, puddling at her feet, and the crowd roared with laughter, though everyone was a bit confused. That was the third girl that had wet herself over the fact that the bathrooms were out of order, and it seemed like one hell of a coincidence.
And Timmy began to wonder if it was a coincidence at all. He had watched in amusement, and then horror, as Veronica and Trixie had met the same humiliation that he had created for Vicky. Had it happened to both of them directly as a result of his wish or had it been more indirect, just because the bathrooms happened to be closed for his wish to work? He didn't know why his wish would have caused it, but he didn't understand how he hadn't been specific enough to make sure that it would only target Vicky.
Whatever the case, he felt responsible for what had happened to them, and even though he didn't particularly like Veronica, he felt bad for her just as he felt bad for Trixie, and he wondered if the bathroom would be fixed any time soon, or if any other girls would suffer the same fate. He hoped that it was over for now, but once again, there was more that he did not know.
Namely that Vicky had had to bring Tootie with her to the mall, but had promptly left her by herself. This meant that, when she left, Tootie had been left alone and had no idea where to find her sister. Not to mention the fact that she needed to pee, and didn't know where to find any of the bathrooms. She was stuck by herself, getting more and more desperate, while she tried to find Vicky so that she could go to the bathroom or, at the very least, go back home.
It didn't help that she had a habit of not noticing that she had to go until things were already bad, and she had once again held for a little bit too long before realizing that she really needed to go, and soon. This meant that she was already close to her limit even before she realized she was getting there, and without her sister, she had no idea where she was going. Squirming in place, she looked for one of those maps of the building, hoping that she could find her way to a bathroom from there.
She continued to squirm and fidget and cross her legs while she stared at the map she found, finally able to figure out where she was and which direction she needed to go in, and not a moment too soon. She could barely walk in the direction she needed to, she was so close to losing control, and she couldn't even afford to walk quickly, not wanting to jostle her overfull bladder any more than necessary. It took her much longer than it would have normally for her to get close to the bathroom, and by the time she got there, she was at her very limit.
That was when she saw the out of order sign herself, and whimpered. There was no way she would make it anywhere else, and she already had such a hard time finding her way around anyway. There was no way that she would get out of this without wetting herself, but she didn't want to do something like that in the middle of a crowded mall. There would be so many people who would see her do that, and she didn't know how she would get out of this.
And then she saw Timmy in the crowd, and just like every time she saw him, everything else on her mind melted away and he was all she could think about. Her need was temporarily forgotten, and all she wanted was to go over to talk to him. Forgetting everything, she made her way toward him, until it was very immediately and very suddenly brought back to the forefront of her mind.
But now Timmy had noticed her coming toward him and he was looking at her, and there were so many people around who could start looking at her at any moment, and she realized that the only reason they weren't was because Trixie and Veronica had done exactly what she was trying not to do, and were the center of attention. If she were to wet herself as well, everyone would surely notice, but worst of all, Timmy would notice it.
She tried as hard as she could to hold back, but it was already too late for her, and with Timmy looking directly at her, she jammed her hands between her legs and tried to stop a spurt of liquid escaping. But she couldn't, and she couldn't stop the one that followed it, nor could she stop her bladder was emptying completely. Timmy looked just as horrified as she felt as she began to wet herself in front of him, but the crowd was still so focused on Trixie and Veronica that only a few saw her do it. Still, she would have given anything for Timmy not to be one of the few, and she felt tears well up in her eyes as a puddle formed at her feet.
She was a few seconds from bursting into sobs when Timmy suddenly closed the distance between them and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the crowd, and she was so delighted at the sudden contact that her tears did not fall. He did not let go of her even as they made their way out the mall exit, and she was confused as to why he was doing this, though she could not say that she minded.
Timmy, meanwhile, was doing this because as soon as he had seen her, he knew what was coming. He still couldn't tell if it was directly because of his wish or simply bad luck, but this was the third girl he knew that he hadn't wished for this to happen to, and he didn't want another one to suffer that humiliation. She was lucky that everyone was so distracted that hardly anyone noticed her, but he knew he had to act quickly if he was going to prevent that from going any further, and so he had grabbed her and moved her before she was noticed.
“You need to get home and get cleaned up,” he said, once they were outside. He let go of her hand once he realized that she hadn't.
“You mean you did that to rescue me?” she asked, sounding delighted. He knew that she would not see this as anything other than a romantic gesture, and that he would have to deal with that for a very long time, but he would just have to deal with that when the time came.
“Get home before someone else notices,” was all he said, but Tootie still gazed at him with the same adoration.
“You're my hero,” she cooed, so delighted to get to spend this time with him. |
A weird little story I did a while ago for my Deviantart thing, and was bored enough to throw up here. Inspired by something I dreamed once. That happens a lot...
As Raphael slowly opened his eyes, he thought about the dream he just had. He dreamed he was a rock star in a hot-tub partying over the success of his latest album. Raphael was amazed at how realistic dreams were sometimes. Even though he was awake he could still fell the warmth of the hot-tub, and the wetness... and a weird familiar smell... His eyes got wide as he put the pieces together in his head. he leapt up, and scrambled out of bed. He then stood next to it looking down, and confirmed what he thought had happened. "No... It can't be...," he tried to deny. There was a giant wet spot in the middle of his bed where he was laying a minute ago, and the lower half of himself was wet. He'd just wet his bed. He started shaking in terror as so many thing went through his head. How it could have happened. The fact that it still did even at his age, and finally what his brothers would say if they ever found out. When they were little he always made fun of them for doing the thing he just did. They'd take their revenge on him, and never let him live this down. It wasn't until then that he realized how much he was panicking, and tried calming himself down. As he wrapped his arms around himself to try and steady himself he felt cold, damp fabric. He looked down and realized he was still wearing the briefs he usually wore to bed. Now totally wet. He quickly pulled them off, and threw them at the wet bed with a cry of fear. He stood there and tried to figure out what to do next. As he did his wet body made him shiver a little. After what felt like forever to him he decided there was no choice. He had to sneak across the lair in the middle of the night to wash out his wet bedding and underwear, and just hoped no one would see him. This had never happened to him, and with a little luck no one would ever know it did happen. He bent over his bed, and quickly bundled everything he could up, grimacing every time his skin touched a wet patch. When he thought he had everything, he crept to his bedroom door, and peeked out into the darkness. "I'm a ninja." , he thought, "This should be no problem for me." As he thought this however, he had an unsure look across his face. Raphael began his long trek to the laundry room. Trying his best to jump from shadow to shadow, and not make any noise. Now that he was out here, he realized that even if he was a ninja, so were all his brothers and Splinter too. If he made even one mistake, they'd find him carrying his soggy bundle, and there would be no way out of it. He'd have to confess that he'd wet his bed like a hatchling, and after that, he could kiss his tough guy image goodbye. He crept past Michelangelo's room, noticing that his bedroom door was open. Unusual for him, but Raphael didn't think he had the luxury of time for questioning. He approached the hall to the laundry. He thought he was home free. All he had to do was turn the corner and go in, and erase his shame forever. Just as he did turn the corner however he banged head on into a shape wearing a dull orange mask in the dark. They both grunted, and fell to the floor backwards. Raphael dropped everything he was carrying in between them. Finally after the Michelangelo shape stopped groaning in pain it spoke. "Uhh... Who's that? Who's there?" Raphael heard a tone of terror in his little brother's voice. "It's just me Mikey..." He tried to think of a way out of this. There was only dim light so Michelangelo wouldn't be able to tell by looking he was carrying wet sheets. Maybe he could still slip away without being discovered. He tried to play it cool. " I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd just do some laundry so it won't be a total loss." "Oh sorry you can't sleep Raph. Here, I'll help you with these." He reached down to pick them up. He'd feel they were wet for sure. "NO!!... I mean, you don't have to, I'll get these myself, just go back to bed okay little bro?" "Uhh... Okay man..." Raph knew he was suspicious of the tone he just used on him. He couldn't help it though. He probably shouldn't have panicked like that. With that the orange shape started to go in the other direction, and Raphael bent over to gather up all his embarrassing evidence. He started back towards the laundry again. He noticed Michelangelo was out of his room, but decided to ignore it. Not very ninja like he scolded himself. The bathroom was right next to the laundry room, he should have figured out what was going to happen in advance. Maybe he could have hid, and avoided Michelangelo all together. He decided though to stop beating himself up over it, and instead focused on how he'd gotten through it without being discovered. There was nothing that could stop him now. As he got into the doorway of the laundry room however, he heard a familiar voice from behind him."Wait bro! You forgot this." Raphael turned in horror to see Michelangelo holding up a pair of briefs. He'd dropped it, and was in too much of a rush to pick them up. With a big smile on his face Michelangelo unfolded them and held them up. Raphael's face turned red, but not because they were his underwear, but for a different more embarrassing reason. "Wow Raph. I guess I'm rubbing off on you. I didn't know you started wearing briefs like I do." He started to take a closer look at them."Yeah... I like to wear them to bed now..." Raphael barely managed. "These are a really nice pair too, but you should watch were you leave them these are all wet, and why do they smell like...." he trailed off. In the dim light Raphael saw Michelangelo's face turn into a look of horror. "EWW! EWW! GROSS!!" He yelled as he threw them on the ground. "Shut up Mikey! Do you want to wake the whole lair up?" Raphael managed to whisper. Michelangelo's face then turned into one of curiosity. He couldn't believe what this meant. "Raph...Did you... Did you really...?" "Shut up or I'll pound you." Raphael threatened, but in the darkness he had tears of shame in his eyes. He then felt a warm hand on his shoulder. "Hey bro... It's okay..." Raphael looked shocked. This was the exact opposite thing he expected from Michelangelo. Especially since he was the one Raphael made fun of the most for his past bedwetting. Even more so because of all of them he was the one who wet his bed longer than the others. Finally Raphael managed to talk over his emotions. "Why are you being so..." "..Nice?" Raphael nodded slowly. "Well, it's because even though you made fun of me a lot when I wet the bed, you never did, so you didn't know how embarrassing it was. Now that you finally did, you know right?" Raphael nodded again. "Besides, brothers have to look after each other." Raphael smiled relieved. "Now go and get a shower, I'll take these into the laundry." Raphael couldn't resist and hugged him. "Thanks Mikey..." "Woah, thanks bro, but you're still wet, so could you..." Raphael let go embarrassed "Oh, right, sorry." He turned into the bathroom. He hopped into the shower, and as he rinsed he went over what made him wet his bed so he could prevent it from ever happening again. Yesterday he'd worked out a lot, maybe too much because he drank a ton of water afterwards. Right before bed actually, that's when the dream happened, and he was in the situation he was in now. He made a note to never be so careless again, and finished. As he got near the door back outside he heard other voices from outside. They sounded like they were asking questions. As he exited and followed them to the laundry room he saw what it was. Leonardo, and Donatello had caught Michelangelo with his wet sheets, and were questioning where they came from. Raphael slipped into the scene from the back, but hid in a nearby shadow so the others wouldn't see him. Michelangelo saw him and got a pleading look on his face. He was being asked a lot of questions he couldn't answer. "Who's sheets are those?" "Are they yours? We won't be mad." "You can tell us anything." Raphael could barely watch. After Michelangelo stood up for him so much, now he was going through this. He wondered what was more important, his image, or helping out his brother. Slowly he started to open his mouth to confess. "They're mine..." It was Michelangelo who said it though, not Raphael."I'm sorry guys, I drank too much last night and wet my bed okay? I just wanted to clean it up before anyone found out." Raphael was shocked. This was it he thought, They'd make fun of him for sure. "Don't worry us like that Mikey... We know you still wet the bed sometimes, it's nothing to be so ashamed about..." "Just wash your sheets, and go back to bed.""Okay guys..." Michelangelo looked away embarrassed.When the others left Raphael stepped out of the shadows, and came closer. "Thanks so much man. You didn't have to do that though, I was just about to tell them.""It's okay, I didn't want you to feel any worse. I could see how much you were freaking out over it." Raphael smiled at him, but then remembered what he just heard the others say. "Wait... You still wet the bed..?" Michelangelo turned red and looked away. "Yeah, only sometimes though... That's another reason why I confessed. I still have a history of it anyway, and no one would be surprised if it happened again...""Why didn't you guys tell me?" "Because of how much you made fun of us before, they sort of hid it from you." Raphael felt ashamed of his past, and stood up, and put his hand up in the air. "I swear never again. Besides, now that it happened to me, I could never act like I'm so perfect right?" "Right." Michelangelo smiled. "Now go back to bed Mikey. You've done enough..." "Thanks again Raph." "I should be the one thanking you for all you did for me tonight." The brothers waved their goodbyes, and Raphael was left to take care of his own laundry again. For the first time that night he didn't think he had to feel so ashamed of it. |
A/N: A dumb little something I did because I still love Tony Stark too much.
Waking up after a night with Thor was always a slow, drawn out process. For one thing, Tony was always more than a little sore, and there was the fact that he was always completely exhausted. It was worth the few downsides it had, though, and was not something he was planning on giving up any time soon. But there was one other reason that waking up with Thor was a long process, and it really wasn't much of a downside at all.
The other man liked to sleep late after such nights, and getting out of his grip was nearly impossible when he was asleep, so it was much easier to not try and just drift right back off to sleep until he was ready to get up. This was not a downside at all, until the morning that it was.
Tony woke up a bit more easily than he usually did because, despite his exhaustion, he had something rather urgent he needed to take care of. Such nights were almost always accompanied by heavy drinking, and the previous night had been no exception. However, he could not remember the last time he had been for a piss, and now he found that he desperately needed one.
Of course, Thor was still out completely, arms wrapped around Tony so that the man had no hope of getting up any time soon. He groaned to himself as he realized just how achingly full his bladder was, fidgeting a bit. As much as he wanted to fall back asleep and forget about it, it was past the point where that was possible, and any attempts to clear his mind and drift off failed, because, soon after, he would feel a sharp twinge and be reminded of just how badly he needed to piss.
Again, he groaned, squirming as his bladder throbbed, and Thor was not even remotely stirred by this. Tony rubbed his thighs together, trying to think of a way out of this. He knew from experience that he would not be able to break Thor's grip, but he was impossible to wake up before he was ready and, even so, Tony wasn't sure that he wanted to have to wake him up for this. He still had his pride, and the thought of what might be said if he had to wake Thor up because he didn't think he could hold it was more than he wanted to deal with.
So he would either have to think his way out of this or force himself to hold it. Those were the only two options, and though the latter initially seemed like the most possible one, he soon found himself unable to lay still at all, jiggling his knees and hissing under his breath. This was getting really bad, really fast, and he had no idea when the other man would wake up.
He put up as much of a fight as he could, squirming and focusing all of his effort on holding back, but he already realized how hopeless his efforts were. This was the most desperate he had been in a very long time, and there was no telling how long he could last at this rate. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tried to maneuver out of Thor's arms, but to no avail. As always, he had an iron grip, and Tony nearly whimpered as he realized just how stuck he was.
Even so, he wasn't ready to give up just yet, though his bladder protested his movements whenever he indirectly added pressure. He couldn't afford any drastic movements, but he would have to be creative if he was going to get out of this, and already that was a very big if. The more time he wasted trying to do the impossible, the closer he got to losing control, and he was getting dangerously close. His eyes widened when he felt himself leak a bit, jamming his only free hand between his legs without even thinking, trying to stop any further leaks from occurring.
“Shit,” he hissed, humiliated as he realized exactly what he was doing. Even so, he found that he couldn't pull his hand back without feeling close to losing control again, and he began to panic. How the hell was he going to get out of this? Was he going to have to try to wake up Thor? As much as he hated to do it, he knew that it wouldn't as bad as the alternative, and he was really not willing to face the humiliation of wetting himself. If he could avoid it, it didn't matter how he avoided it at this point.
Steeling himself, he pulled his hand away and tried to jostle Thor. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, can you let me up?” The other man did not even flinch, and Tony nudged him a bit harder, hoping for a reaction. Still, Thor slept just as soundly and he whimpered, knowing that this was the end of the line for him. He wouldn't give up even knowing that it was hopeless, but he did know that it was hopeless, even if he didn't want to accept it.
He couldn't keep his legs still, groaning as he squirmed and tried again and again to nudge Thor, and always in vain. When he leaked for the second time, he knew that that was it, and the third came soon after, and there was absolutely no way out of this for him. Moaning in his humiliation, he gave Thor one final shove before the dam burst, and hot piss flooded his light gray boxers, darkening the front of them immediately. And though he didn't think things could get much worse, they did; that final shove had been enough to wake Thor up, just in time to witness Tony's humiliation firsthand.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, and he though he knew that it would have been impossible to cover up no matter what, there was something infinitely worse about feeling Thor's eyes on him, hearing the other man's sharp intake of breath, all while his bladder emptied itself against his will. To make matters just that much worse, he became very aware of just how he was pressed up against the other man and the fact that he was not just wetting himself, he was not just wetting their bed, he was wetting on Thor, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
It went on for so long that he felt as though it would never end, but his bladder had been quite full, to the point that it cramped as it emptied, and the added humiliation made time feel so much slower. He closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the stream slow to a stop, and he dreaded the moment when he would have to open his eyes again and face Thor's reaction.
A low, rumbling laughter came from the other man, and Tony's humiliation grew, if that were even possible. Of course he was laughing, why wouldn't he be laughing after something like that? Tony would be lucky if he ever lived this down, and he didn't know what to do or say now. All he could do was clench his eyes a bit tighter shut and wait for whatever remark Thor might make.
“You know, I'd thought it was customary to ask before something like said,” said Thor at last, “but I may have been mistaken.”
Tony opened his eyes to see that the smile the other man wore was playful, yet not mocking. “Excuse me?” he asked.
“Or was that not intentional?” Now there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.
“That was...unexpected,” said Tony. “Unless you liked it, in which case it was completely intentional and totally not one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to me.”
“I didn't think you were aware of that interest of mine, though this wasn't how I planned to tell you.” It was not just mischief in Thor's eyes now, and Tony was surprised to find his own arousal growing. Almost as surprised as he had been to even discover that Thor was aroused by such a thing, but he wasn't complaining.
Eventually, he'd have to face what he'd done and admit that it had been completely unintentional, but his humiliation would at least be diminished by the fact that it had all turned out okay, and it would be delayed for a bit while they took care of their growing desires. And maybe Tony would have to try this again, when he was in control of his actions, and maybe he would try to find out just how far Thor's little interest went. |
Hey everyone, so I'm finally emerging as a lurker on this site. This is my first work of fiction, and I hope you enjoy.
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At 3:00 AM on the last Saturday of Ethan’s final semester, Ethan and Malia sat on the rock wall framing Melody Beach, watching the waves gently lap the shoreline down below. This secluded cove was a popular destination for college students, as every night the sky would ignite in an aurora of starlight, uninterrupted by the pollutive glow of the orange street lamps back in town.
Ethan looked up at the milky jumble of constellations and took a swig from Malia’s large chrome hydroflask filled with lemonade and rum, a mixture she graciously prepared before each of the pair’s late night walks.
“I think I’m good for the night,” Ethan said, coughing lightly and handing Malia the bottle.
“Are you kidding? We haven’t even drank half of it yet!” Malia exclaimed.
Ethan eyed her sheepishly. “Oh come on, you know I have like zero tolerance for alcohol. Has it been that long since we’ve hung out?”
Malia chuckled and took a smug swig.
A small orange glow appeared further down on the beach, catching the pair’s eyes. The smoke from the small bonfire rose into the sky and dissipated in the moonlight in a light haze.
Ethan smiled wistfully. “Man, I can’t believe this whole college life is over. Tomorrow I’ll graduate and the day after that, I’ll be on my way to California and starting my internship… Enjoy this while you can Malia. These are some great years and they go by quick.”
“I may not be graduating, but I know what you mean,” Malia said, “Trust me, it does not feel like I’m halfway done with college.” She drew another sip from the flask. “ “The future is a really scary thing. You can feel it accumulating with every step you take along the way. You can see it coming and you just hope that by the time it comes, you’ll be ready. But what if I’m not ready? I feel like I’m putting it off in a bad way and once it arrives, I’ll have nowhere to go.”
Ethan glowered at her. “Well if that happens, I’ll help you out. I’ll give you direction and you’ll find somewhere to go. But I wouldn’t think about it too hard.”
The night was silent for the time being, other than the sound of the gently lapping waves and Malia’s occasional sip of alcohol. Suddenly, Malia tossed the hydroflask on Ethan’s lap and jumped up onto the sand.
“Welp, gotta pee. I’ll be right back.”
As she walked towards the port-a-potty behind the rock wall, Ethan stole a glance at Malia’s butt, the curves of which were barely peeking out from the bottom of her small, gray pajama shorts. On top, she was wearing a black, cotton tank top that cut right above her navel.
“That was fast,” Ethan noted as she arrived back. A grimace was clearly visible on her face in the glow of the moonlight.
“It was locked. Let’s start heading back, I really need to pee.”
“Well no wonder,” said Ethan holding up the hydroflask, “You sucked it dry. Thirsty much?”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on graduate boy. Let’s get back home so you can get some sleep and I can use the bathroom.”
It took them five minutes to navigate their way through the overgrown trail of roots and vines before making it back to the orange glow of the town. By then, Malia was fidgeting slightly.
“How long did it take us to get here from our place again?”
“Um it’s a ways away. It’ll take us maybe 25 minutes to walk back if we go fast. Wanna just pee back there off the trail?”
She considered this for a brief second. “… Nah I think I’ll be okay. I can’t pee anywhere I want, unlike some people.”
Malia then took off, powerwalking briskly back towards the apartment complex the two of them had rooms in. Ethan followed in close pursuit.
As they hustled back, Ethan would hear Malia occasionally suck in air sharply through her teeth and groan. He grew concerned about her well-being once she plastered her left hand on the crotch of her shorts, but remained quiet to allow her to focus her attention on dealing with her current situation. Luckily, there were no people other than them walking the streets at this time of night.
The sweat drops on Malia’s forehead glowed in the milky starlight. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Ethan, I have never had to pee so badly in my life.”
“Hang in there, we’re just three blocks away. You can do this.”
Malia moaned in frustration and placed another hand on the crotch of her shorts.
Suddenly she stopped. Bending down, she pressed her groin hard with both of her hands and gasped.
“Shit. Shit Shit shit shit shit. Ethan give me your keys right now!”
“What??”
“KEYS NOW ETHAN!”
Shocked, Ethan pulled out his keys out of his pocket and handed them to Malia. Immediately, she swiped them away. With one hand buried deep between her legs, she awkwardly took off towards their apartment, which at this point was an entire block away.
After brief moment of stunned silence, he began to jog after her. She lived on the third floor of the apartment, while Ethan lived on the second. Her desperation must be as abysmal levels if she wasn’t even confident in making it up a second flight of stairs, Ethan mused.
Ethan lagged a good twenty feet behind Malia and noticed that there was a trail of dark droplets that stood out on the light gray pavement. He followed his gaze up to Malia and made out a small wet patch on the back of her shorts. Even from this distance, Ethan could see several tiny streams riveting down Malia’s thighs, dripping slowly past her knees, calfs, and finally to her feet, where her flip flops flicked them up into he air slightly, only to have them then patter lightly on the pavement.
Malia disappeared into the concrete stairwell of their apartment. When Ethan caught up, he noticed that the droplets grew significantly larger as he progressed up the stairs. He followed them, turned the corner, and saw Malia, desperately trying to get in his apartment.
Her legs were crossed and shaking. The apartment porch light betrayed the streams that went down the front and back of her legs. She fumbled with his keys, unable to quickly identify which one served the function of letting her in the apartment and saving her from having a full-blown accident.
Once she found the key that most resembled her own, she shoved her left hand back into her groin area, trying in vain to stem the impending flow. At last, she just needed to enter the apartment, rush to the bathroom, and obtain glorious relief. However, circumstances had other plans.
Threading the key through the hole proved too difficult a task in her current intoxicated and desperate state. Her hand shook. Her body jolted each second when a new drop of pee left her urethra and joined the streams running down her legs. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes and she bit her lower lip in despair.
It was too late.
Malia’s drops turned into leaks, which turned into a large spurt. This caused Malia to cry out, drop the keys on the ground, and bury both of her hands into her nether region. More liquid streamed down, and soon Malia was standing in a small puddle.
Another spurt. Another cry in vain. The puddle grew.
It was time to give in.
Malia removed her hands from her soaked crotch, buried her face in them, and began to sob quietly. Suddenly, the dam broke. The liquid that had been slowly and surely been leaking from her girlhood could be contained no longer. It spilled out forcefully, coming out through her shorts as a distinct stream of pee. The puddle grew on the concrete floor and spilled out over the balcony and onto the grass below. Ethan could do nothing but watch in horror as his best friend spent the next 20 seconds emptying the contents of her bladder right in front of his room.
Ethan awkwardly bent down next to her and put his hand on Malia’s shoulder as she continued to weep. He tried to ignore the odor of pee that was permeating the night air.
After a few minutes, Malia’s breathing calmed down. She looked up at Ethan with tears in her eyes.
“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I can’t believe I just pissed myself in front of you.”
Ethan smiled and wiped the tears off Malia’s cheek with his thumbs.
“I’m just happy you didn’t make it inside, or you would have ruined my carpet.”
Malia frowned and slapped Ethan’s cheek playfully.
Ethan picked up his keys, entered his apartment, and brought out a towel and a mop and bucket. He handed the towel to Malia.
“Take this, also you can keep it when you’re done with it,” he said.
“Thanks…”
“I’ll handle cleaning up, you don’t worry about it. Go get some rest, I’ll kill you if you oversleep my graduation.”
Malia blushed, gave Ethan a quick hug, careful not to make any contact with her shorts, and wiped her legs and feet before removing her flip flops.
“Night Ethan,” she said sheepishly. She then turned around and headed back to the stairwell.
Wow, thought Ethan, as Malia walked away, the butt of her shorts now dark gray and soaking wet. What a great night to end it on. |
Hello! This is my attempt at a longer omorashi story, set in a steampunk-y universe aboard the airship Merovich and split between two perspectives. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated! Unfortunately not much omorashi in this first segment, but that will come, believe me!
Kura
I awoke to the faint but unmistakable sound of gunfire. Quickly, I jumped up and ran to the door, pulling my chains taught. There it was again; the rat-a-tat-tat of artillery fire. A sound I had heard many times before in my life, though I never had quite welcomed it in the way I did now. This could be the chance I had been waiting for, and I wasn't going to let it pass me by.
I looked around at my prison. It was solidly built, with walls of stone and a door of steel. Simply getting out of this room would not be easy, and that was only the first part. I was, after all, aboard the airborne fortress Merovich, possibly the largest airship in the Imperial fleet. Escape looked like a dim prospect. But that was better than no prospect at all.
Quickly I stood up, tensed my muscles, and snapped my chains. I had swallowed a file before I was captured, and after throwing it back up had spent these past few weeks wearing down my fetters in preparation for the day that I could attempt an escape. Now, those weeks of work had paid off. But this was only the beginning. The clock was moving against me. I had to move quickly. If I was caught, the Imperials wouldn't underestimate me again.
I wouldn't be able to get out through the bolted door; that was easy to see. But just above my head was an air vent, and I could see the screws holding it on. My mind raced; I knew this would be my way to freedom, but what could I use to get those screws out?
My meal tray. Of course. I grabbed it and strained my emaciated muscles to bend it into a flat slab of metal. Panting with the effort, I reached up and began to work the screws loose. My mind raced as I did so. Here was my chance to make it off this accursed ship and return to my crew. The last I'd seen of the Fire of Dorestad, my own ship, it was in flames over the Black Forest. I'd failed to save them then. I needed to now. I needed to get back to my crew. To my family. And I couldn't do that stuck in an Imperial brig.
One screw went. Then two. Then three, and then four, and the vent popped off. Gathering all my strength, I leapt upwards, pulling myself up into the main air vent. I was out of my cell. But I was far from free.
Faustina
All thirty-three of us cadets on board the Merovich were assembled in a windowless room near the back of the gondola lit by only a few lamps, and all of us were bored to tears. Here was an honest-to-God battle, and the cadets, the future of the Imperial Navy, were forced to wait here while everyone else stole the glory. Well, I wasn't going to have it. I was Faustina von Seerose, the best cadet on the Merovich, if not in the Navy. I deserved to be out there, fighting those pirates. After all, that was why I'd taken a position aboard this ship. I could have gone anywhere, with my test marks and my parents' connections, but I wanted to be on the front lines. Not stuck in some room like a helpless child!
And I wasn't going to stay here for long, if I could help it. The door wasn't locked. The only thing keeping everyone here was the order of Commandant Heinz. Surely, I didn't want to be rung up for insubordination. But, if I took off my insignia, no one would know that I was a cadet. And when I returned from the battle with pirate blood on my hands, no one would be too angry that I'd decided to get out and actually do something.
Quickly, I slipped towards the door. No other cadet even noticed me; they were too busy talking amongst themselves, concerned with their own petty lives. The door itself was in shadow, and once there, it was easy to pull off my insignia, stuff it into my pocket, and slip out without anyone noticing. My heart raced as I stepped over the threshold, and for a second I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I had never willingly disobeyed an order before. But I brushed aside my doubts. I couldn't pass up a chance like this.
The door opened up to an empty hallway. Quickly I ran away from the door, not wanting to be seen near the cadets' hideout. As I did so, I noticed a slight twinge in my bladder. Nothing serious, of course. As in everything else, I was the best amongst the cadets when it came to resisting my bodily urges. Never once had I soiled myself during a training exercise, a surprisingly rare feat. With the intense training that we cadets go through, the weakest among us have regularly walked back to our quarters with dark stains running down their blue uniforms. But never I; after I first witnessed the humiliation the others went through, I swore that I would never wet my uniform, and I didn't plan to now. So I ignored the feeling and turned down another wood-paneled hallway. The hangar where the cadets' flyers were kept was close. If I could slip in there and take my craft, I'd be in the midst of the fight in no time.
At the end of this hallway was another one, filled with people running back and forth. I ducked into the crowd, forcing my way to the left. I couldn't help but smile to myself. My plan was working! Soon, glory would be mine!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a siren began to wail. Everyone halted, including me, my heart pounding. Oh, god. This was it. They'd found me. I was in big, big trouble. I looked around wildly for some way to escape, seeing my life flash before my eyes. What if I was court-martialed? What if I was kicked off the Merovich?
I shouldn't have done this. This was stupid. So stupid. Oh, god. What was I going to do. What was I going to do?
"Attention," spoke a voice, emanating from a pneumatic tube in the wall next to me. "The east wing has been partitioned. No one is to enter without express authorization."
I sighed in utmost relief, stopping to catch my breath. It wasn't me at all? Well, of course not. But then, if not me, what was it? What was going on in the east wing that was so important they had to close it off? There was hardly anything in the east wing; it was mainly used for supplies. That, and the brig.
The brig! That was right! Rumor had it that the Merovich was carrying the infamous pirate Kura Sabretooth on board right now. And if the east wing was closed off... He must have gotten out of his cell!
I couldn't believe it. Not only was there a battle, but also a prison break. And Heinz was going to have us stay in some room? Sneaking out was the greatest decision of my life. No way I was going to miss this! |
Every time Katrina Kaif appears in a short dress, she sets the screen ablaze. But it takes a lot of effort to maintain that hot figure and pretty face. We got into a candid chat with the actress who is busy promoting her upcoming film these days.
Your film releases soon. What’s next? What kind of films do you want to do now?
God willing, I am looking at signing many films this year. I know I haven’t done too many last year, but at different times, you focus on different things. Sometimes, on different areas of your life. But this year, I have these three releases and I am hoping that they deliver something for me as an actor. I am really hoping that I get something exciting like Mad Max: Fury Road. I would love to play what Charlize Theron did in that film if supported and mounted right like that. I would love to play an action film – go up there and save someone! I like that rugged feminity. I feel, that with my latest film, I am an actor giving an exam and it will show me whether I passed or failed and I want to see where it takes me. It’s been a wonderful, short and quick journey.
And your new movie about finding lost love?
Acting in that movie has been too much fun for me. That story is really new and exciting. There are too many surprises in it but the journey is a new take on a love story — something we haven’t seen before and I have enjoyed the process a lot. Working on it has been really liberating and I am really excited about it.
What’s your take on love?
My take on love is never going to change. I feel my views on love have grown and evolved. I have learned to deal with relationships, people, learnt to be less selfish, more giving, more supportive of a person’s dreams, more supportive of a person’s internal growth apart from your own and understanding the person better. That comes with maturity but your belief in love, your conviction in love, the passion that you feel when you are in love, the integrity that you believe and hope for out of love, hopefully, for me, will always be the same.
When will you get married?
Whenever God wills it. I think you have to leave these things, your destiny and what is meant for you in the hands of God. Keep your faith and your trust in God.
Your most embarrassing moment?
As anyone else, I have many but there was this one time I got really desperate for a pee on the way back home and I had to do it on the road-side!
Really?!
Yes, it was so embarrassing…
What happened exactly?
As usual I had been working that day, interviews, promotions and all. I was so busy I didn’t get to go to the bathroom all day and I had like…. so much coffee and water! (Laughs)
The last event I was at was a brand endorsement but unfortunately they didn’t have a loo there, so I just somehow quickly wrapped up my talk with the media there and went back stage and I stood talking with the team. One by one they all left until eventually there were only me and two others. We stood chatting and I had to pee so much by that point that I can’t even tell you. After 10 minutes , we all said our goodbyes and I left in my car.
It was only few minutes into the ride that I realized that I wasn’t going to make it home.
I have always believed that I have a strong bladder but that day, I almost died trying to hold it. The car seemed to hit every bump on the way which literally made my bladder want to explode!
It got to the point where I was about to tell my driver to stop so I could just do it on the side of the road. I just didn’t care but I told myself that it was not an option and I had to hold it.
But as they say, it’s easier said than done. I can’t even explain how swollen my bladder was. It felt so hard, like a rock.
And I was like sitting there, texting and stuff to take my mind off it, but it was getting really difficult.
I somehow managed a few more minutes but I reached my absolute limit when we were like twenty minutes away from my place and there were no loos in sight, so I just asked my driver to stop the car and I just popped a squat on the footpath!
At last the glorious feeling of relief, the best part!
I was thinking that if only I could pee faster. I was so exposed where I was, but it was like a river coming out of me. (Laughs)
I ignored the few cars speeding past, but when a group of lads appeared I just forced myself to stop, I adjusted my skirt and hurried back into the car before they could see me squatting there on the footpath!
I still hadn't finished my pee, but at least I had, you know 'let the pressure off' enough to be able to ride home.
Though all this certainly doesn’t mean I endorse relieving yourself on the side of the road!
It must have been really embarrassing
Yes, it was but I think it’s okay. I think everybody has been in that scenario where they have to pee so much and then it’s like, and then you’re like…Ahhhaa... what am I gonna do? (Laughs) It’s the call of nature; when you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go, and there was no public loo around that time so I had no choice.
Something that you realized after this incident?
We need more public loos! (Confused Smile)
ONE-LINERS-
Flirty or intense romance?
Intense romance
A quality that draws you to a man
Charm
A quality in a man that puts you off
Superiority
3 qualities of your ideal man…
Integrity, honesty and humour
Is there a Mr Perfect?
There's the right person and there's you. Together, it can be almost perfect!
Live-in relationships are…
A personal choice
One mantra you live by…
One day, this will all be a memory and it'll be just fine
Describe yourself in five words…
A slightly unusual, sincere person
One professional mistake that you will never make…
Not sure
Three things you would want to change about yourself…
Stressing. Stressing. Stressing!
Three things you wish you had…
The ability to play the piano, write music and read minds
Three people you rely on/trust completely and why…
Mom, mom, mom
Three moments you want to relive
With the past, I have nothing to do, nor with the future, I live in the now
Three times you felt let down…
Hmm, that I'll keep to myself
Three qualities you wish you had…
Many… but sometimes too much wishing is not good . You got to be happy with yourself
An average day in your life…
Is wonderful... hard... tiring… Work work work! |
THE EXTRA MILE
A fictional story about one womans life in a male dominated world
Alison was barely 25 years old yet she'd decided from an early age exactly what she wanted from life,and as she got older exactly how to get it.Already she drove an expensive car,lived in an appartment in one of the better parts of town and owned the type of clothes it would take most women a lifetime to aquire
She had taken a real gamble with her latest career move,the area she'd chosen was almost exclusively a male one,for some reason men seemed to doubt that a woman,any woman could do the job properly,Alison had gone into the world of procurement.
Any company needs to buy things,from pens for the office right up to components used to manufacture whatever it was that particular company produced.Most companies sought out their needs from a host of suppliers,the smarter ones used the services of a procurement firm.For a percentage fee, these firms would source everything you required,to your specifications,and very often cheaper than you could source them yourself.They paid the supplier and you paid them,one point of contact for everything from ordering,troubleshooting right through to payment.As you can see,for a large company this made perfect sense,one company instead of possibly hundreds meant no need to employ staff to keep track of everything,this way one or two staff were all that were needed.
She'd managed to get a job with one of the bigger firms in the area,apart from one or two secretaries the staff was all middle aged men and a lot of the business was done on the "old boy" network.Many of the men doubted that a woman could be capable of dealing with the technical details of some of the companies they dealt with,and it was for this reason that until now she'd been given only small accounts.Given that the staff were paid a percentage of the custom they brought in,she was not on a particularly good wage.
Armstrong Engineering was a client that the firm had been trying to win for a number of years but had never managed to sign up,and now once again the director had decreed that it was time for someone from the firm to make another pitch! None of the men wanted to waste time on what was seen as a dead lead and so they passed the job to Alison,the appointment had been made for her to meet George Armstrong at his factory at five pm that day,Alison was looking forward to the meeting but annoyed at it's lateness,she was supposed to be dining out that night with some friends.
Alison was an extremely attractive young woman,dressed in her smart grey skirt suit she always turned heads,although she only had small breasts, with her slim figure and glossy black hair that went halfway down her back she always drew a second look from the men,now put this together with a pair of high heels and long slender legs that seemed to go on forever and you can imagine the effect she had on most men.
It was a quiet day,Friday's always were,and mid afternoon she left the office and headed back to her appartment.It had ocurred to her over lunch that if she went home and changed into her evening clothes before she went to Armstrongs then she could go straight from there and meet her friends.She went straight into the bedroom and undressed,then into the shower,she dried herself off and sat naked in front of her dressing table as she dried her hair and carefully applied her make up.She opened her wardrobe and scanned the rails deciding what to wear,something suitable for the meeting but also suitable for the club afterwards.Her eyes settled on a black sheer blouse,it was semi transparent and she had a particular bra top that she wore beneath it,along with this she picked a pair of expensive wet look pants and finally her black patent leather boots,they had a 4 inch heel and came just above her knees,feeling rather naughty she decided to forego the skimpy black panties she normally wore with those pants!
At five to five she entered the offices of Armstrong engineering and announced herself to the elderly woman on reception,who spoke into a telephone and then asked Alison to take a seat.Dead on 5 pm the phone rang and the receptionist answered it,"Mr Armstrong will see you now" she said to Alison rather stuffily and pointed to a door marked "private". Alison knocked on the door and a voice from inside called out "enter", Behind the desk George Armstrong was reading a letter from one of his customers. he hated visits from companies trying to persuade him to let them become his sole supplier,in fact he hated visits from anyone he hadn't personally asked to see,by giving them a 5pm slot he hoped they'd be in nd out as quickly as possible,nobody wanted to hang around after 5.He glanced up from the letter as he heard an umfamiliar clicking noise,Alison had entered the office and was heading towards his desk.
He blinked in disbelief as his eyes settled on a pair of shiny high heeled boots,following the boots upwards he eventually came to a pair of very tight very shiny pants that glistened in the light almost as though they were wet,his eyes carried on upwards taking in the sheer black blouse and the bra top that was clearly visible beneath,Her glossy black her and pretty face completed the perfect look.
He leapt up from behind his desk and stretched out his hand,"please have a seat,I'm Mr Armstrong,but you can call me George",Alison shook his hand "in that case George,you must call me Alison", he smiled and nodded.He pressed a button on his phone and within minutes the door opened and in walked the secretary with a tray with 2 cups of coffee on it,she placed them on the desk and turned to leave. "you may go now Miss Haversham,just lock the door on your way out and I'll see you in the morning,we've quite a bit to discuss and there's no need for you to stay". She nodded and left the office.
As they sat drinking their coffee and chatting,Alison noticed how George seemed mesmerised by her boots,he'd lean forward over the desk or drop a pen and spend a few moments trying to find it under the desk.Eventually she swung one leg over the other and began to make little circular movements with the pointy toe of her boot,George let out a little cough as he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
He explained to her his reluctance to hand over the purchasing for his firm to a company like hers as he felt that they wouldn't go the extra mile,after all it wasn't their firm so why should they bother over what might seem trivial things?Alison assured him that she'd be more than happy to go the extra mile for him."would you Alison,would you really? it's one thing to say it but quite another to actually do it!" She nodded "oh yes George,every account matters to me and I'll do my utmost to see you are satisfied with the service I provide for you" He looked down at her long boots, "we'll see Alison,we'll see"
He picked up a small metal object from off his desk and handed it to her,she looked at it wondering what it was. "that small piece of metal in your hand only costs a couple of pounds,but without it the whole job stops" She nodded in acknowledgement "I see,so it's very important then". "very important indeed,although most people wouldn't think so" he headed towards the office door, "here let me show you".
He led Alison along a corridor and into a vast production area,there were machines everywhere,some she recognised and some she didn't,the whole place ran on an assembly line "run out of that one little piece and the whole line stops,dozens of men stand idle and I start to lose money" he said pointing to the small object in her hand,He headed off up the factory and the clip clop of Alison's heels echoed in the silence."George" asked Alison " I was wondering,is there a toilet I can use please?" he nodded "follow me" they carried on walking through the factory for around 5 minutes,she was becoming rather desperate now,suddenly he stopped outside a door, the sign read "male changing" he pushed the door open and pointed inside "in here,there's nobody in here now only us so you'll be okay,unless that is you'd prefer to wait 'till we get back to the main office,there's a ladies toilet there". She tapped her boot on the floor and clenched her thighs together, "no this will be fine,besides I don't think I could wait that long"
They entered the room and passed a row of lockers,the tiled floor gave way to a large shower area and beyond it there was a row of cubicles,relief was only feet away. He stopped and turned to Alison,he stepped forward and ran his hand over the shiny material on her leg."Amazing,totally dry yet they look so wet" he said with a smile, "well they won't be dry much longer" said Alison blushing. George gave a wicked smile "now that I'd love to see", she blushed again, "and you did say earlier that you'd do anything in your power to keep a client happy!" She smiled and nodded,she knew what he was asking,"true,I did say that didn't I " she giggled, "oh yes and I think keeping your word goes a long way in business" he smiled and nodded. She knew what she had to do and began to relax,suddenly there was a hissing sound as she began to pee in her pants,a small puddle formed beneath her feet but most of it ran down her legs and into the tall shiney leather boots. George smiled "well Alison,it would appear you are indeed a woman of your word"
They left the changing room and after a short walk,during which time the squelching noise from her boots was clearly audible,they arrived back at the office, George sat behind his desk and Alison stood in front of it,he asked her to hand him the contract to look at,she did this and,placing both hands on the desk she bent over to watch him read it,after several minutes he nodded and placed the papers on the desk. "it all seems very satisfactory to me", she smiled back and replied "so we have a deal then?" he rose from his desk and stood behind her "almost Alison,almost,there's just a couple of minor points I want to clear up" She nodded in acknowledgement and suddenly realised that he was rubbing his hand across the rear of her pants.
"Now,point one,I will deal only with you,nobody else" She nodded again "no problem George" "point two,I may require you to vist my factory at pretty short notice" Again she replied "no problem" he nodded "and finally point three,you must at all times be prepared to go the extra mile" again she nodded "naturally" she replied "I wouldn't have it any other way"
He smiled again,"good then we almost have a deal,don't we?" Alison made a startled sound as his hand began to explore the top of her leg around the boot,"almost?" His hand began to move slowly up her inner thigh and a finger probed the damp material between her legs."oh yes,it all depends on the next 5 minutes" he replied with a chuckle.She could feel his other hand on her behind and he seemed to be feeling for something,after a few minutes he spoke " must be a thong you're wearing,I can't feel any panties" Alison blushed "actually I,m not wearing anything" she giggled "nothing at all?"he exclaimed,rubbing his hands across her bottom once again, "absolutely nothing" she replied.
The next thing Alison felt was a finger tracing it's way down between her bum cheeks,she jumped slightly as it found what it was looking for and she could feel the silky material being pushed against her anus,she relaxed slightly and the next thing she felt was a finger sliding in and out of her bottom,she parted her legs instinctively to allow it to enter further,George murmered to her "yes you like that don't you?" she bit her lip gently and nodded,she hoped his free hand would remain on her behind,if it strayed to her crotch he'd discover that his fingering of her anus had caused her to cum,and her crotch was very damp indeed.
George continued to slide his finger in and out of Alison's rear,he found it quite a turn on,the fact that he had a young lady bent over his desk and was pushing the material of her expensive pants in and out of her tight little bottom,his cock strained within his pants and he had a difficult decision to make,she was obviously willing to do anything to gain the contract,the question was,should he try and lower her pants and take her up her shapely arse or was there something more he could do to humiliate her and make her earn the contract?
He pushed his finger deep inside her as far as he could,and she let out a little gasp! "how does that feel,young lady,are you enjoying it?" he asked,"yes,but there's a problem" she repled somewhat coyly, "you see it's making me want a poo!" He removed his finger and smelt it,oh yes she needed a poo alright,there was also a tell tale stain on the part of the pants that had been pushed inside her.
"what would you say if I asked you to have one right now?" he asked,Alison thought for a moment, "right now? she asked,"yes right now,right now whilst you are bent over my desk". "may I remove my pants? she asked,already knowing what the answer would be."well I'd much prefer it if you didn't,you see you look so sexy in them and well I just think that watching you add,shall we say a little something to them would be very sexy indeed,you could say it's something I,ve wanted to see for a while"
Alison pulled up her pants until they were taught across her shapely bottom, "ok you're the boss, give me a minute then". George quietly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock and began to wank slowly,a smile on his face.Alison tensed slightly and her bottom twitched,within seconds a firm load was causing the pants to bulge noticeably at the rear,a couple more pushes and there was a bulge about the size of a grapefruit straining in the back of her pants,George grunted once as he fired a load of hot sticky spunk onto the bulge,he then rubbed his cock against it.Alison stood up and pulled her sagging pants back up,George zipped up his pants and went around to the desk,he signed the contract and smiled, "for going the extra mile" and with that he led her to the door.
She headed back towards her car,her boots full of piss and a large bulge in the rear of her expensive pants,there was no way she could go out now,still the commision on the contract that she held in her hand made it very worth while,very worth while indeed.
THE END |
It was a hot summers day and Jane had been working at the stables for a few weeks now,the owner was a middle aged man who had an eye for the younger women,especially ones in riding gear,non of the girl's who he employed was over 25 and non had a boyfriend.
The day had started just like any other,the girls had arrived at the stables at 7.30,sat down to breakfast and by 8 am were getting on with the day to day running of the riding school,mucking out tacking up and generally doing what needed to be done.Jane was sent for and taken into a quiet room right at the back of the premises,it was in an area she,d never been to before and was deserted.She was led into a small shed and told to stay there,the owner wanted to see her about something and she was to wait there until he arrived.As the door closed she heard a lock snap and realised that she was locked in!
It was quite hot in the shed and after a couple of hours she was very thirsty,she opened a cupboard and found it was full of cans of pop and packets of biscuits,she opened a can and drank it in no time at all.By mid afternoon she was still locked in and despite shouting several times no one had arrived to release her,she sat down and looked around,there was nothing else in the room except for the chair and the cupboard,on top of which now stood 4 empty pop cans and several biscuit wrappers.It wasn't long before she felt a familiar feeling and realised that she needed to empty her bladder,she tried to put the thought out of her mind but eventually the urge got too strong and no matter how much she bounced up and down or clenched her thigh's the feeling wasn't going to go away,there was nothing else for it she needed to relieve herself and quickly,as if to highlight the urgency a small spurt of piss shot into her panties.
Frantically she banged on the door,nothing,she shouted,again nothing,by now she was sweating with panic,there would no doubt be something said if she relieved herself on the floor,a longer spurt shot into her panties,this time a small wet spot was visible on the crotch of her tight white jodhpurs!Jane quickly removed her long rubber riding boots and lowered her jodhpurs and panties,she crouched over one of her boots and began to piss into it,after what seemed like an age she stopped and pulled up her panties and jods,there was nothing else for it and she reluctantly stepped back into her boots.time marched on and just as she was begining to think how clever she'd been in finding a solution to her toilet problem (after all she'd not wet herself or the floor and her rubber boots could easily be washed out and would be dry by morning)When her stomach began to rumble,after several minutes she let out a loud fart,phew! only wind she thought to herself,unfortunately it wasn't only wind and shortly after the cramps were telling her that a bowel movement was imminent! She held on desperately,fighting the increasing pressure and urgency of her bowels to empty,eventually it came to the point where she didn't think she could hold it any longer,she stood up and began to pace up and down,again she banged and shouted but again no answer,she could feel a large log begin to force it's way out,and at the last minute she managed to regain control and by clenching her muscles get it to slide back inside.This happened several times and if she was honest she was begining to find the feeling rather arousing,she'd never had anal sex but the felling of the large firm log sliding in and out of her anus was strangely erotic!
Perhaps it was the feeling of arousal,perhaps it was her misplaced sense of control,or perhaps it was simply that as it slid in and out it alleviated the pressure on her bowels.She began to actively use her muscles to push it in and out,each time she'd push it that little bit further,she placed one hand on her shapely rear and she could feel it's firmness as it just made contact with the seat of her panties,then disappeared back inside her,by now she was really aroused,almost to the point of orgasm.Just one last push ,she thought,one nice long one,it was a push too far!
Almost at the very instant that Jane had a panty wetting orgasm the log she'd been sliding in and out of her bottom took on a life of it's own and forced it's way into her panties,she could feel the firm bulge through her jodhpurs but no matter how she tried it just kept coming out.After what seemed an age it stopped and running her hand across the rear of her jodhpurs she realised that where only minutes earlier the jodhpurs had hugged the crack of her shapely rear there was now a very firm and very obvious bulge,Jane had shit her panties!
She heard footsteps approaching and instinctively backed toward the shed wall furthest from the door,it opened and in walked her boss,he noticed the empty packets and cans on the cupboard and smiled to himself,there was nothing out of the ordinary and the floor was cleaan and dry,he smiled again and gave a dity little laugh.
"Well Jane.it would appear I forgot about you,not only that but you were accidentally locked in" she nodded, "yes I shouted but nobody heard me",again he chuckled "yes it's a bit out of the way isn't it? Still it's perfect for special meetings".He opened the cupboard,took out a can and after opening it handed it to Jane,when she'd drunk it he placed it with the others, "well, well, well, six cans eh,normally after 4 I,d be busting for a piss,you must be cross legged" Jane stood with her back facing the wall and never moved,"only you're not are you?" she shook her head, "which means only one thing" he stared hard at Janes jodhpurs,she could feel his eyes burning into her,they wandered from her crotch to her feet and back up again. He sat in the chair and beckoned her over to him,she strode towards him and stopped just 2 feet from the chair, "turn around" she paused for a moment "TURN AROUND" she turned away from him and to her horror felt his hand on the rear of her jodhpurs,he patted the bulge then laughed "well it's not in there is it,but we'll come back to that in a moment" She turned back to face him and blushed,he reached forward and took hold of one of her legs,he removed her boot,shook it and placed it on the floor,she cringed slightly as he took hold of her other leg,there was a sloshing sound and after pulling the boot from her foot he tipped it upside down,almost 2 pints of urine spattered onto the floor,he dropped the boot into the puddle and laughed.
As Jane stood there he reached out and grabbed the waistband of her jodhpurs,he lowered the zip then just as he was about to unfasten the button he paused, "no,I think it would be better if you did the rest" Fearfull of what might happen she fumbled nervously before unfastening the tight jodhpurs,"very sexy" he said as,with the button now undone the front of the jodhpurs splayed open to reveal a pair of silky white panties,he took hold of the jodhpurs and carefully eased them down to her knees,being particularly careful not to lower her panties in the process,he spun her around and seeing the bulge in the rear let out a low whistle,"well what have we here then?" and with that he patted the bulge in her panties. He turned her to face him, "so we've pissed in our boots and shit our pants have we?" she nodded and felt her face redden "yes,I couldn't hold on any longer,I thought I'd get away with having a wee in my boot but then the other just slipped out" she replied in a murmur."how old are you Jane?" he asked "19" she replied,"I see,19 years old and you still use your pants as a toilet" he nodded "what do you think the others would say if they saw you like that?" before she could answer he stood up and headed for the door, "where are you going?" she asked nervously, "to fetch them.I think they'd find this highly amusing" he laughed, "please don't" she whimpered. he stepped back from the door "get dressed and come with me" she fastened her jodhpurs and pulled on her boots,he opened the door and headed towards the barn,Jane hurried to catch him up. they entered the barn and he sat down on a bale of hay,Jane stood in front of him not knowing what to do next,finally after several minutes he spoke, "right the deal is I punish you for what you've done and you help me tomorrow night at a private party,the matter is then closed" Jane nodded "ok I guess we'll have to do it your way,but what if anyone comes in during the punishment?" he looked at her for a moment, "they won't I've given everyone the afternoon off,it's just me and you"
Jane stood there and squirmed slightly,the large jug of iced water he'd made her drink now wanted to leave her body with some urgency. "need a piss?" he laughed as he watched her squirming,she nodded, "well don't let me stop you" he smirked . Jane made a move for the exit, "NO" he said in a harsh voice that stopped her in her tracks "do it here". She paused for a second before realising what he meant,she walked back to where he sat and slowly removed her boots before lowering her jodhpurs.She was just about to lower her panties when it dawned on her that if she did,she'd lose the firm load that was nestled within.She picked up one of her boots and held it between her legs and there was a load hissing noise as she pissed into it through her panties,when she had finished she replaced her jodhpurs and boots,the man smiled as her foot squelched into the piss filled rubber boot.
"That's better isn't it?" Jane nodded, "good now come here and sit down" he said patting his knee,he folded one leg in slightly leaving one knee for her to sit on,she straddled his leg and sat facing him,she could feel the load in her panty's squash against her rear. "now ride my leg,like you would a horse" she began to bounce up and down slightly on his knee,she could feel the mess in her pants getting more squashed with every bounce, "harder,faster,imagine you're galloping" he commanded, she bounced harder and harder,and soon the rear of her white jodhpurs was stained brown,despite the mess,the pounding of his knee against Jane's crotch was begining to turn her on.
"enough" he said and pushed her to the floor,she clambered hurriedly to her feet and one hand went instinctively to her behind,she could feel the soggy mess clingling to her jodhpurs. "bend over the bale" he said,producing a riding crop as if from nowhere,she complied and he laid six firm strokes of the crop into her rear,she winced slightly as the crop bit in for the first time and a squirt of urine escaped into her panties,by the time all six strokes had been received she'd wet herself fully and the front of her jods were almost transparent.
He took her to the wash area and told her to clean herself up,she removed her boots,jods and panties and began to wash herself with the cold water,he took hold of her and removed her top and bra,she shivered slightly with the cold and her nipples stuck out from her pert breasts,when she was clean he told her to stay the night in the caravan that was used by the staff to eat or change.
The following day the yard was closed as normal and it was mid morning when she awoke,she lay there in the sleeping bag,she'd no clothes and was wondering what to do next when the door opened,in walked the owner carrying a bag and a box which he placed on the table "get dressed and come up to the house"he said, and with that he was gone.
Jane slipped out of the sleeping bag and picked up the bag off the table,inside she found a white spandex leotard and some white jodhpurs,she pulled the leotard on,it was slightly too small and fitted like a second skin,her nipples poked through the taught fabric across her chest,the jodhpurs too were a size smaller than she usually wore and they too were incredibly tight,finally she opened the box and inside were a pair of long black leather ridingboots,they fortunately were the right size end encased her legs perfectly.
She looked at herself in the mirror,brushed her her and headed up to the house,once inside she was given a cooked breakfast and a glass of fruit juice.The two of them chatted pleasantly and then he asked her to help him set up the barn ready for the party later that afternoon.They laid several hay bales side by side to form a long table and several others just behind them to form a long bench,they laid various plates of food on top of the "table" and set up a barrel of beer alongside it.
It was hot thirsty work and over the afternoon Jane had drunk quite a lot of water and by teatime was in desperate need of the loo,she mentioned this to her boss and to her suprise he told her to pop over to the house and use the bathroom there,it was only when she arrived that she realised that to use the toilet meant she had to remove the suit from the top of her body as well as lowering her jodhpurs,this was to prove embarrasing later that evening.
By 7 pm the first of the guests had arrived and they were sat in the barn eating and drinking,by 8 pm they'd all arrived and there were now around 6 of his male friends not only eating but drinking quite happily,she had been invited to join in and was just begining to enjoy the evening when her boss stood up and made the announcement,that Jane was going to put on a show for them that evening,she wondered what he meant by a "show" the men cheered and one of them gave her behind a firm squeeze as she passed him,another groped her breasts as she handed him a drink.
She was just about to head off to the toilet when the boss stopped her and asked where she was going "to the loo"she replied,he shook his head, "oh no", he spoke to the group of men "lads,Jane here is about to perform one of her little tricks for you" and with that he made her step up onto the bales of hay,she stood there wondering what "trick" he expected her to perform,she didn't have to wait long to find out.
"The other day Jane was accidentally locked in the office for several hours,she had quite a bit to drink and yet despite needing a piss never wet the office floor,would you like to see how she did it?" Jane could feel herself blushing and realised that she was now very desperate to use the toilet, "YES,YES,YES" cheered the group of men,"show them Jane" her boss said with a smile. She stood there with her thighs clenched together and squirmed slightly,then slowly she removed her boots,the men whistled as she began to unfasten the tight jodhpurs and there was a loud cheer as she took them off,it was at this point that the horror of the situation hit Jane fully.The next part of the procedure meant her removing the leotard and being completely naked in front of a group of drunken leering strangers,she thought for a minute,then picked up one of the leather boots and squatted over it,there was a cheer from the men as she relieved herself into the boot through the crotch of the leotard,when she'd finished she quickly pulled the jodhpurs back on,there were several whistles as the damp crotch disappeared as she fastened the zip.
She pushed her foot back into the piss filled boot and as she reached for the other a man reached forward and grabbed it,he quickly unzipped his pants and began to relieve himself into her boot,when he'd finished several others did the same and by the time it was handed back to her it was half full of hot smelly urine,it splashed over the top as she slid her foot back in and the men laughed and cheered,she stepped down from the bales and sat back down,the man beside her thrust his hand into her crotch and made a lewd comment about what he'd like to do to her in her pissy pants.
The next hour or so passed fairly uneventfully,one of the men came over and without saying a word pulled of one of her boots,he took a long piss into it then calmly slid it back onto her foot,she grimaced slightly as she felt the hot wetness on her foot,the man laughed and returned to his seat.She got up once again and headed for the door,this time there was a pressing urge of a different kind that needed attending to,she'd not been to the toilet all day and considering what she had eaten,now seemed like a very good time indeed,unfortunately it wasnt to be.
Once again she was made to stand on the hay bales and once again there were cheers and crude comments from the men,there was no pleasure to be had this time,no sliding a firm log in and out 'till she climaxed,she just wanted to get it over with.She turned her back on the leering group of men and closed her eyes,she gave a gentle push and the firm load began its unstoppable descent into the rear of her tight white jodhpurs,it was a larger load than the previous day,larger and firmer.The first of it emerged like a solid rod and caused the jodhpurs to tent out massively, "bloody hell" shouted one of the men "she's taking a shit in her pants". She continued to push and when the material could stretch no further it began to coil up and settle in the seat of the jodhpurs,when she finally finished there was a very large bulge and they sagged down slightly,realising she had lost all of her dignity she turned to face the men and blushing slightly allowed the contents of her bladder to drain down her thighs,some splattered noisily onto the hay,but most ran into her boots!There was a clamour of groping hands as she stepped down,suddenly the owner shouted "nobody touch her" the hands dropped away.
She was just begining to think her ordeal was over when the man spoke again, "gentlemen I'd like you all to join in in the finale of our evening" he produced a chair and placed it on top of one of the bales and sat on it,extending one knee forward he motioned to Jane to "ride his leg,she did this for about a minute and felt the load squash into her jodhpurs,one by one he invited the other men to sit it the chair and to her embarassment Jane was made to "ride"each of them.When she'd finished the brown stain extended from the wasteband at the back all around her crotch and right up the front.As a final indignity,one of the men removed her boots and emptied them down the front of her jodhpurs before pulling them off completely.Laughing and jeering one of the other men replaced her boots before she was dragged to the wash bay and a cold hose was used to clean her down,the leotard was torn from her body and she stood shivering,naked except for the long wet leather boots.At this point Jane wished she'd just let him tell the other girl's what had happened when she'd been locked in the shed,still a deal was a deal she reminded herself as she squelched her way back to the caravan.
THE END |
Chapter 2 - I Hate Mondays
“W-w-w-what was that!?” Sara shrieked.
Klein walked up to Sara, calm as can be, and offered her a hand. He pulled her up. Sara unsuccessfully tried to hold back tears. “I-I was working, so, so, hard - sniff - to be good and - sniff - impress my mentor - sniff - and now THIS!” She sobbed.
She fell into Klein’s arms. Klein calmly led her into his apartment. “Hey, it’s okay.” He said. “You couldn’t help it. It’s my fault.” He showed her the showers. “Here, get yourself cleaned up and take a nice shower. You’ll feel better by the time you get out.” Sara nodded in response and went in.
Klein found a comfy spot on his couch and plopped down on it. He pulled out his cellphone, and called the school. He told them about how he might have sorta kinda broken his apartment and all the surrounding windows. He told them it was “a cost inferred through his actions as a mentor”, so they had to pay it. He also told the school about how well his student was doing and how much he looked forward to seeing her talent. There was nothing about her peeing, of course. Finally, he hung up.
“She’s probably ‘bout done,” Klein muttered. He tested the knob on the bathroom door. It was unlocked, so he walked in… and got slugged in the face. He heard the door slam shut.
* * *
Later, Sara - now fully clothed - sat on the couch with Klein.
“You don’t just walk in on a girl!” She cried.
“Hey, woah, the door was unlocked!” Klein replied. “And you hit me so fast I didn’t see anything anyway! That’s not following the cliche! You have to stare aghast for a moment, THEN slug me!”
“W-what?! Where do you get these crazy ideas?” Sara sighed. “Well, whatever. I guess it’s okay if you didn’t see anything. I did leave the door unlocked anyway.”
“Anyway,” Klein said, “We have business to do. You’re unpacked, right?”
“Yep!” Sara said.
“So, as your mentor, I’m going to train you in the ways of a true Magician. As such, I think we should review your latest battle.”
“My latest? YOU did that thing outside!”
“Nonsense. That was your fight. I was just assisting you, as your mentor.”
“I don’t get what you’re trying to do. Anyway, what was that magic? That incantation was totally bizarre!”
“That’s my special technique.”
“Special technique? Everyone knows that magic works by making contracts with spirits. You offer to please them, in some way, and they’ll give you their power. Usually there’s a ritual you do every morning. But you said something really weird, and, well, I’m just confused!”
“Ah, yes. You see, I… had donuts for breakfast!” Klein said.
“What. The. Heck.”
“Sorry.”
After a few more attempts to find out Klein’s secret technique, Sara gave up. Klein wouldn’t say anything, and the way he dodged questions was absurd.
After talking for a while, they both decided to get some sleep. Klein went off to his room, and Sara to hers. She once again rejoiced that she had her own room, and even more that it was locked. (Little did she know, it was actually a requirement of the mentor-student relationship.)
Sara lay in bed. Klein was clearly a weirdo. But… she liked him. As a mentor, of course! He was cool, a strong magician, and he didn’t make fun of her when she peed. She was going to like this year of highschool! Sara drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Sara awoke with a start and sat up in bed. Her pajamas were a bit messed up, so she adjusted her tank top a bit, and pulled her shorts into position. Then she realized she had to pee. Unfortunately, she was also terribly thirsty. Sara reached for her bedside glass of water and chugged it down. She slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
But…
The door was locked! Oh, of course it was. And it was locked by magic, too. She’d put the seal there herself. “Unlock,” she commanded the door. It stubbornly refused. “Unlock!” she said again. No luck.
By this point, she had to pee pretty badly. If she didn’t get to the bathroom soon, well… you know. She crossed her legs, and commanded the door to unlock once more. It didn’t budge. Whatever. She’d just get Klein up and he could probably open it. If he couldn’t, then the seal would wear off by the morning. But could she wait until the morning?
A jolt of electricity flowed through her body as the need to pee increased. She knocked on the door, hoping Klein would hear. She noticed a note under the door. It was from Klein.
It read, “I’ll be gone tonight. Hold down the fort, ‘kay!”
Great. No Klein. She’d have to make it until the morning. She check her watch, and saw that it was 4:00. The seal would wear off at about 6:00. Two hours. She could do it!
She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. She played a game on her phone, and before she knew it, half an hour had passed. The urge was huge now. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, struggling to stop the urge. Finally, she couldn’t concentrate on her game anymore. Sara stood up and bent over slightly. She moaned softly. She was doing a true potty dance now. Finally, she gave up on and dignity she had and gripped her area, crossed her legs and held it with all her might. She spasmed with effort.
Suddenly, Sara had an idea. She started to conjure a spell. It was hard with her need, but she managed. She shot the spell straight at her bladder. Her urge to pee subsided. She’d done it! She'd used a generic, weak stun spell to numb the nerves in her bladder, so she could no longer feel the need to pee!
With her massive urge gone, Sara lay back on her bed. She began to think about Klein. What was up with his magic? Everything about it was weird. Also, why did that golem attack them? Nothing made sense. Hopefully she could figure it out at school tomorrow.
She checked the clock. 5:46. Time was almost up, and she didn't even need to pee! But wait… The urge… It was coming back! The spell was wearing off! Now, she had to pee infinitely worse than before. Every ounce of pressure in her bladder pushed against her, and Sara desperately struggled to hold the floodgates back. She clenched her muscles, she crossed her legs, and she bounced uncontrollably. Just a few minutes more! She had to wait!
Finally, 6:00 arrived, and so did Klein. Sara burst out her door and dashed to the bathroom. Victory would be hers! Except for the fact that she bumped into Klein. Klein went skidding across the floor with Sara on top sof him. This was the end of the struggle. Sara’s bladder gave way, and the yellow trickle soaked both her and Klein.
Sara began to cry. So much for having an awesome first day, she thought. |
"Stop!" Sophie cried out, pulling back on Avel's reins. "You have to stop charging into the woods like that, you dumb horse!"
Not for the first time, Sophie's horse, Avel, had run off into a forest with her in the saddle. She had simply been riding the horse, doing a few practice runs with her lance and sword, when he began ignoring her completely and rushed off. It was shocking how often the horse would ignore her completely, or even blatantly disregard her commands. Though she hated to admit it, this would likely not be the last time, either. Finally, after plenty of commanding and cajoling, the horse stopped.
Now, he looked back at her, indignation flashing in his simple eyes. The mount certainly had a mind of its own, though Sophie would never consider using another. The horse had been a gift from her father, after all, and training him was just another step on the way to being a great knight! Of course, no path to greatness was without a few stumbles. Being deep in a forest she wasn't used to, with a horse who refused to listen to any of her commands? That was just a challenge, and it would only make her better to overcome it!
So, the young knight-in-progress dismounted. If Avel wouldn't listen to her, and wouldn't take her back to the training grounds, she would just drag him there herself! She took hold of the reins, and began leading him back in what she hoped was the direction they had come. Honestly, she was guessing; she had been so preoccupied with getting Avel to stop that she hadn't really kept track of where they had come from, or noticed any landmarks that might help her. But she had a hunch, and decided to act on it. That's what a great knight would do, after all!
~X~
Siegbert happened to be training as well, though he was practicing his dismounted combat. Though the young prince preferred fighting from horseback, his father often said it never hurt to be well rounded, and tried to ensure that Siegbert received a balanced education. Throughout his practice, any time Siegbert took a moment to rest, he found himself glancing over at Sophie. It astounded him how dedicated she seemed to be to her practice! Even with that willfull horse of hers, she ran through drill after drill, making the best of any problems the beast caused her.
Despite being Crown Prince Xander's son, Siegbert felt he had a lot of work to do before he could keep up with his father. Seeing Sophie's determination, and knowing that she too was striving to match her father, helped to inspire him. It also made him feel as though she might be some sort of kindred spirit, though the two hadn't had the chance to speak as much as he would have liked. He sighed to himself, wondering why he couldn't just approach her and ask to spar. Surely she would say yes, he was a prince of Nohr, after all.
Yet just as he began to steel himself up, Siegbert heard her cry out, and saw her horse charging off towards the woods with her still in the saddle. He stood in shock for a moment, surprised that the mount's unruly nature would lead it to such an extreme. Then he rushed into the woods himself. It would be hard to keep up with Sophie, as she was mounted, but if he could do something to help her, he wanted to.
~X~
It was slow going, navigating through an unfamiliar forest. And with a horse like Avel, indignantly defying Sophie at every chance, it was even slower. Sometimes, she wondered what caused the horse to be so willfull, so impossible to control. Silas had told her that the mount could sense any hesitation, and that if she would give him more firm commands, Avel might listen to her. But no matter how firmly she told him to move faster, to help her get out of here, he simply ambled along.
Antics like these always frustrated her, but as time went on, she began to feel a certain sense of urgency. She could feel pressure slowly building in her abdomen, as her bladder grew more and more full. The knight-in-training always tried to stay well hydrated while practicing, and had not taken the time to relieve herself. Sophie was determined to power through the feeling, however. Would she be able to stop for a break during a true battle? Of course not!
And for now, the feeling wasn't so bad. It was easy to push it aside as she dragged her stubborn horse through the forest. Even if it got to be too much for her to handle, she was alone out here, save for Avel. She could simply stop, and take a moment to piss, and no one would ever know!
"Alright, Avel," she said. "We need to pick up the pace! We can't be out here all day."
All she received in response was an irritated flick of his tail, and a stubborn neigh.
~X~
Siegbert had lost sight of Sophie and Avel long ago, but did not expect the horse to take many twists and turns as it rushed through the woods. Hopefully, it would have continued in the same direction, and he would come upon the two soon. Perhaps the two of them together would be able to get the horse under control, and make their way back to the training yard.
Sure enough, after a few moments, he heard Sophie commanding Avel, and heard him neigh in response. They were close enough that he could hear them, but it sounded like they were off to the side, and still somewhat far away. He suddenly feared that Sophie had regained control of Avel, but had lost her bearings during their flight. Siegbert realized he would have to try and catch up to them, and get them moving in the right direction.
~X~
Things weren't getting any easier for Sophie. Avel still harried her at every turn, pulling back on his reins and trying to change the direction they moved in. And, of course, her need to piss wasn't going to go away on its own. In fact, it was only getting worse, and had advanced to a dull ache rather than a sense of fullness. Usually, this would be when Sophie would take a break from her training and relieve herself, but she decided to tough it out. Wandering through the forest was a lot like a real combat mission, and it would be great practice if she tried to hold it in while they moved.
But as time went on, and they made no noticeable progress, Sophie wondered if that was such a good idea. As if in response, she felt a stab of pain in her bladder, as it cried out for relief. It wasn't very severe yet, but she knew that she'd be reaching her limit before long. What difference did it make if she went now, or then?
Sophie tied Avel's reins tightly around a tree, so that he couldn't take this chance to flee, and moved behind a tree, so that the horse couldn't see her. She knew he was just an animal, but still felt it would be strange with him watching her. Before she could unfasten her pants, however, she heard a voice ring out.
"Sophie?" Siegbert asked, approaching the tied horse. "Are you here?"
Sophie cursed to herself, then stepped out from behind the tree. "What are you doing here, Siegbert?" she asked, some frustration leaking into her voice. She had almost gotten to piss, when the Nohrian prince showed up! She couldn't tell him what she was doing, it'd be much too embarrassing. It was already bad enough, knowing he had seen Avel carry her out here.
"Well, I saw your horse ride off with you still in the saddle, and thought that I would offer my aid." Siegbert explained. "What were you doing behind that tree, with Avel tied off?"
"Uh," she stammered, trying to think of a good excuse. "I was...uh...trying to catch my bearings! Yeah, I wanted to make sure we're heading towards the training yard."
"Oh, well, it's this way," Siegbert said, pointing. "I kept track when I followed you out here."
Sophie's heart sank, he pointed nowhere near where she had been heading. If he was right, it would take even longer than she thought to make it back.
"You're sure it's that way?" she asked.
"Positive!" he answered, "Now let me help you get that stubborn horse back."
"No, I can do it on my own. You just...head back on your own!" Sophie demanded. She didn't want to be ride to Siegbert, but she couldn't admit her predicament, either. She knew there'd be no chance of her making it, not after finding out she'd been heading the wrong way.
"But," Siegbert said, puzzled. "There's only one direction to go in. I can't just head off on my own, I'd either have to leave you behind or let you go on ahead. We should just walk together."
"You're right," she said, knowing there was no way she could be alone again without admitting why. "I don't know what I was thinking. A knight would never leave a Prince to find his own way back to safety, I'll escort you!"
Siegbert was confused by the sudden change of heart, but glad. He'd be able to spend some time with her, and see what kept her so motivated.
"So you really want to be a great knight, huh?" he asked, as they set out.
"Yeah, of course. And I get better every day! I just need Avel here to get a better attitude, and I'd be well on my way to surpassing my father!" she answered, proudly. She grew more and more uncomfortable as time went on, but she refused to let Siegbert see that. If he became the king of Nohr, and she was one of his knights, she couldn't bear him knowing she was too weak to make it back to safety without a break.
If this were a real mission, she'd put everyone in danger. At least, that was what she told herself to maintain her resolve. But each twinge of pain, each time her desperation threatened to overwhelm her, it became that much harder. She and Siegbert continued talking for a while, but eventually it took too much focus for her to suppress her need for relief, and the conversation slowed, then stopped.
Sophie knew there was a lot she could do to ease her aching bladder, but none of them were very inconspicuous. Siegbert likely already wondered why she had grown so quiet, any attempt to lessen the pain would be too obvious. Sure enough, Siegbert eventually asked; "Is anything wrong, Sophie? You grew awfully quiet, and seem very distracted."
"It's nothing," she lied, "I just want to get back to my training." hoping Siegbert wouldn't see through the obvious deceit. She couldn't afford to think of anything more believable, however, as she felt yet another wave of desperation wash over her. Though she tried her hardest, this one was simply too much for her. She gasped, as she felt a spurt of hot piss escape her, before she clamped her legs together and willed herself to stop wetting, focusing every ounce of strength she had into resisting the urge to simply let go. She felt heat spread over her face. She was sure Siegbert would see the damp spot on her pants, and it was so embarrassing she couldn't stand it. She heard Avel snicker, and shot a warning look at the beast. Surely he wasn't that intelligent, was he?
Despite Avel's snickering, Siegbert did not notice. He only saw that Sophie had stopped short, and turned toward her. "Are you alright?" he asked. "If you want to take a break, I'm actually quite winded mysel-"
"No! We have to keep going, or I don't think I'll..." Sophie started, but caught herself before she admitted her desire to rush. She knew that even if they could sprint, there was no way she'd make it in time. But, even so, she was determined to try. She took a few agonizing steps, before her abdomen twisted with pain once more. Her hand shot between her legs instinctively, and she doubled over as she tried to hold it in. But it was simply too much for her strained bladder to bear.
"No!" she cried out, as she felt herself give out, and felt the hot piss rush out of her in a flood. She whimpered in shock, and quickly pulled her hand away. Her piss soaked through her panties, then her pants, before rushing down her legs, some of it splashing to the ground and some of it streaming down and into her boots. The stream went on for what felt like eternity, until Sophie felt it was nearly over. She moaned with relief as the torrent finally stopped. Though she was immensely embarrassed, the relief was simply too great for her to ignore completely. But when she glanced at Siegbert, and saw him watching, slack-jawed from shock, any comfort from her relief vanished.
"I...I'm sorry," she muttered, keeping her eyes on the ground. "I just...I wanted to be like a great knight, and a great knight would fight through something so simple."
"Sophie," Siegbert said, putting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't think any other knight in our army would push themselves as hard as you just did. As far as I'm concerned, you're the best knight in all of Nohr. Your determination is astounding! After all, how many knights would go this far simply out of obligation? All would have broken, but you refused."
"You really mean that?" she asked.
"Of course!" he answered, and he pulled her into a hug. For a moment, Sophie tried to stay back, and keep her wetness from touching him. But try as she might, Siegbert grabbed her so tightly that she still pressed against him. The young prince didn't seem to mind in the slightest, however.
"And don't worry," he continued, "We'll make sure you get cleaned up, and this will remain just between us."
Author's Note: Third commission for Blooper, once again, I hope you enjoy it! |
Hey guys, this is my first piece of fiction..So please bear that in mind :D Also just a small warning that there is some swearing sooooo if you're put off by that sort of thing just bear it in mind :)
It was two in the afternoon by the time Sam finally took her lunch break. For whatever reason this particular Tuesday had been manic all day, it seemed to her that everyone and their dog had decided that this day was the best to go out and waste money on cheap and nasty clothing. She would never say this aloud of course; her boss probably wouldn’t appreciate it. But her boss hated her anyway, yet she never quite knew why. Sam always put it down as just one of those things.
Maybe it was jealously she thought? Sam was a very attractive young woman. Standing at five feet and ten inches tall and weighing no more than 8 stone, she was a tall, slender lady. Her curly blonde hair was her start attraction, but on this day it was tied in a bun; but when released her curls were wild yet tame. When untied her hair flowed down to her slender waist in cascades of shimmering blonde loveliness.
On this day Sam wished she had untied her hair, as after seeing herself in a mirror at work she feared her bun and outfit did not match. Sam had got dressed in a hurry this morning and didn’t spend much time planning her outfit, so as a consequence she felt underdressed and a little untidy. But even in a plain black top and dark blue jeans with bright pink knickers and matching bra underneath, she still looked radiant. The dark top made her big blue eyes shine even brighter than normal and her soft white skin seemed to almost glow.
As Sam retreated from the shop floor to the staff room she picked up her phone from the office safe. What a palaver that always was; some of the stuff in that safe would make you blush. As she checked her phone she noticed she had four missed calls off her husband Gary. Sam ignored it. Sam and Gary were having troubles and arguing a lot, in fact she had kicked him out of their home. So Sam simply cleared her notifications and poured herself a cup of coffee. Sam always hated the coffee provided at work, so she had brought her own and made use of it on every occasion. On this occasion she needed caffeine more than normal; she was tired, fed up and generally just a bit down in the beak. So she drank her coffee and tucked into her fruit salad.
After finishing her lunch Sam cleared up, locked her phone in the safe again and went for a wee before returning to the shop floor. As she entered the restroom it hit her that she was actually really quite desperate for a wee and it shocked her as she hadn’t even felt a twinge. Sam didn’t think much of it, instead she dropped her jeans and knickers and emptied her bladder. As she began peeing she looked down to her feet and got a little surprise. There was a small but noticeable wet spot in her knickers. “Oh my god” she said out loud to herself. Sam hadn’t even felt it, she never felt a leak and certainly didn’t feel wet at any point through the day. This shocked her and scared her a little bit. She was 23 years old and at no point since a regrettable incident involving copious amounts of tequila had she ever wet herself, but here she was looking at a wet spot in her knickers.
She finished peeing, wiped herself and pulled her knickers and jeans back up. The wetness she felt against her skin made her feel uncomfortable, but she figured she would adjust to it over time. So she washed her hands, double checked her jeans to make sure she had no wet spot visible and left the restroom.
Five was approaching and for Sam that meant one thing, home sweet home. In the end the day had kind of tapered out a bit, it started manic but ended in a typical quiet fashion. So she cashed out and went to grab her things from the safe and staff room.
It took Sam the best part of ten minutes to find her phone in the safe and when she did retrieve it she found she had more missed calls off Gary. Bugger him she thought and carried on collecting her things. Sam said goodbye to her colleagues and left the store to make her way home. Her journey home wasn’t a particularly long one, but it could be troublesome at times.
Sam jumped in her car, fastened her seat belt and selected some suitable music for her short trip home. Sam drove a bright red Fiat 500 with matching leather interior and trim. As she checked her mirrors and began plotting he route of the car park she felt a sharp twinge in her bladder. “Wow okay, no messing around today” she thought to herself. For the second time in one day Sam had been very suddenly gripped by a strong need to pee. She slotted he car into gear and made for home.
As Sam joined the motorway she felt her bladder start to swell and throb and very quickly her need was growing at an alarming rate. Sam began fidgeting and rocking back and forth. She pushed her left hand into her crotch and her left thigh into her right one. She was genuinely beginning to panic a bit. Her desperation had grown so fast and so sharply, she was simply not prepared for this.
She then began thinking of the wet spot in her knickers earlier. And very quickly she had another one to think about. A small spurt of pee had escaped her pee hole and soaked into her pink cotton knickers. Sam frantically pushed her hand even harder into her crotch.
“No, no, no. This cannot happen to me, I’m 23 years old I shouldn’t be wetting myself. Oh god… Hurry the fuck up… Come on, I’m going to piss myself. Oh god, oh god. Yes!! move, get out the way. Come on… Not far, it’s not far, you can do this. Come on.”
Sam left the motorway and joined the small A road that took her to her front door. Whenever she moved her left hand to change gear she leaked a little bit more into her knickers. By this point her knickers were pretty sodden, and her jeans were wet too, but not much, it was noticeable but only if you looked very hard.
3 minutes from home.
Sam had got the spurting under control by now. Her knickers were wet and her jeans too, but she was determined to stay dry from now on.
She pulled out the roundabout. Turned left. Carried on straight.
Home was so close; her toilet was calling her. She could feel the relief… Literally.
“Noooooo, oh my god, no, no, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
A large torrent of pee had escaped her pee hole, flooded her knickers, soaked her jeans and pooled on her red leather seat. Sam was crying now. But she regained control. Her left hand was now lodged in her crotch. But the wetness on her bum, hand and vagina made her want too pee sooo badly. But she couldn’t.
“I’m 23. this shouldn’t be happening to me. I shouldn’t be doing this… I shouldn’t be wetting myself… Oh god”
She turned left at the last junction before home. The warm wetness that had pooled under her bum was driving her crazy. So many parts of her wanted to let go, flood her knickers, jeans and seat and just be done with it, then enjoy the blissful relief… But she was home.
Sam pulled onto her drive, turned the ignition off and jumped out quicker than she knew was possible.
She fumbled for her key in her handbag.
She fumbled getting the key into the door.
She squeezed her legs together.
She danced on the spot.
She pissed herself.
Her warm pee streamed from her pee hole, through her once bright pink knickers, flooded through her jeans and streamed down her slim legs and pooled at her feet. Sam stood still, unable and unwilling to stop the torrent. She was transported to a different place. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the warm, wet relief that was flowing down her legs and spreading round her bum as well.
She finally finished peeing. She was soaked. She opened her eyes and examined her own accident and began to cry.
She squatted down and forced out the very last drops of pee. Sam then unzipped her once light blue jeans and examined her knickers….
“What the fuck?”
“GARY!!!!”
“Have you pissed yourself?”
“No… Yes… Please…. No…. I didn’t mean too”
“You’ve actually pissed yourself. Just like a little girl”
“Please... Don’t tell anyone, it was an accident…. I didn’t mean to wet myself”
Gary stood silent examining his wife’s accident. Gary had been trying to call Sam to tell her that he was waiting for her at their home, he had returned to apologize.
What happens next?? I’ll let you decide. |
Hi all! My name is Grace, and I'm pretty new here. I thought I'd upload one of my first/recent omorashi stories, constructive criticism is welcome. If there's enough interest, I have some other stories to share in the future (including some non-fiction), so let me know! Hope you enjoy!
(Just a warning that this has some humiliation themes, so if that's not your cup of tea, sorry!)
Coffee
There were only two more hours at work, Jessie had to remind herself that. But as the only one left on staff after her boss had called in sick that morning, she didn’t even have an opportunity to take a break. At noon, she had finished her third latté, and by two she had had two more espresso shots. Staying awake at work was always hard on a Monday morning, but today was particularly hard. She had spent the entire night up studying and rushed to class at 8 am only to find the test had been postponed ‘til next week.
Jessie squeezed her thighs together tighter, “Next order please?” she squeaked.
A tall man stood in front of her, Jessie might have thought him attractive if she weren’t otherwise preoccupied. “Medium, dark roast.” He grunted, and she shuffled off to get him his drink, trying to move as little as possible. She could feel the nearly 2 liters of liquid sloshing around inside of her, and wished there was more than a thin layer of Victoria Secret underwear and a pair of nylons between the air and the flood waiting to be unleashed.
Returning to the front counter, she handed the man his coffee and took his money. In the second between him leaving and the next customer approaching the counter, she glanced down and saw something that made her heart skip a beat—an ultra-absorbent cleaning towel, fresh and waiting to be used at closing time, was neatly folded beneath the register. She thought about it for a moment, could she find a way to surreptitiously slip it into her nylons and against her quivering pelvis? Might it function like a diaper, maybe even better? She dashed the thoughts from her mind, she knew if she focused she would be able to get through the day without wetting herself or resorting to use a diaper like someone who couldn’t control their bladder.
“What would you like, ma’am?”, She managed a pained smile, the woman requested a chai latte and she went to make the drink. Feeling the warm cup against her palm made her bladder clench, and a shiver went through her body. Without warning she felt herself release slightly, and a thin spout of urine sprung from her panties, spattering a few drops onto the floor. She could feel a tiny stream of piss running down her inner thigh, but she was able to clench her bladder shut. She involuntarily grabbed her crotch, feeling her damp underwear between her fingers. Her cheeks were growing red, but she knew that from behind the counter the customers could not see what was going on. She knew she needed to keep serving them or they would find out, so she waddled back to the counter and handed the lady her drink, trying to keep calm.
As the woman took it, she looked concerned, “Everything alright, hun?”
“Yes just—“ Jessie clenched her thighs together again, “Give me a second…”
She ducked beneath the counter and grabbed the towel, shoving it against herself tight inside her panties and nylons. Her crotch bulged with the thick fabric, but it made her feel safer, just a little security, she thought.
She came back up and gave the woman her change, the woman looked confused but didn’t say anything as she walked into the seating area of the café.
A girl with dark clothes, a half-shaved head and snakebite piercings through her bottom lip came up to the counter, “I need a half-pound of Columbian Light Roast, fine grind.” She snapped, and Jessie’s face went pale. The coffee the girl wanted was at the top of the back shelf, up a tall ladder right in front of the customers. She could feel her spasming bladder and sensitive opening against the towel, and she knew she wouldn’t make it up and down before her body released its flood.
“Well? Make it quick!” Barked the girl, glaring at Jessie.
Jessie turned towards the ladder and looked up at the tin of coffee the girl had requested. She sighed, this make-shift diaper better work, she thought, and she took her first step upward.
Immediately she was forced to stop her climb and clench her bladder shut. A shock went through her entire body as the pressure inside her increased. She could feel the opening wet with piss, but none had come out yet to soak the cloth, it was still dry against her pussy.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and took another step upwards. The girl with the shaved head jeered at her, “What’s wrong, can’t climb a stupid ladder?”
Jessie’s brows furrowed, focusing as hard as she could, she climbed the next three steps quickly, and she was almost at the top. Suddenly she heard laughter, the girl below her was looking up at her legs below the edge of her skirt.
“Wow, did you fucking piss yourself? I knew you were dumb, but I didn’t think you were a BABY.” She slapped her leg, cracking up at the joke and Jessie’s misfortune. Jessie’s face turned dark red and she felt humiliated. With her last bit of courage, tears threatening to burst forth like the gallon of liquid inside her, she rushed up the last two steps, hoping as hard as she could that she could keep her piss from pouring out and into the towel. At the top rung, the laughter below her became louder, and she heard the cackles of two other customers join in.
“Are you wearing a DIAPER?” the girl cried, almost unable to contain herself, “I knew you were a baby, I bet you wet yourself all the time! I bet you can’t even control it so you have to wear that to stop yourself from soaking your panties all the time. I bet you even like it.”
Jessie listened to the taunting, tears sliding down her face. Suddenly, her heart sank even further, her bladder squirmed and she grabbed hard at herself to press the cloth over her opening, nearly losing her balance on the ladder. It was no use, the floodgates opened and she felt herself releasing a stream of hot piss into the thick towel. At first it absorbed the warm liquid, holding it close against her quaking pussy. After a moment the cloth became heavy, filled with her pee—then it began to feel wet in her hand. She could feel the yellow liquid soaking through her underwear. The crowd below her was now silent, staring up at her stained underwear.
Finally, it began to drip, the stream running down her legs and spattering on the floor below. She couldn’t stop, the harder she clenched the harder the pressure of the stream. The contents of the morning’s coffees emptied itself onto the floor below her in a gushing waterfall between her legs. It was the most relief and also the most embarrassment she had ever felt at the same time.
The stream took nearly a minute to pour to the ground and out of Jessie’s trembling bladder and as it fell the girl with snakebites started laughing again. By the end of the stream she was cracking up, holding her stomach, doubled over with laughter. Then suddenly she stopped. After only a moment, Jessie knew why. A wide dark stain appeared across the girl’s pants, then steadily began to pour to the floor, creating a puddle nearly the size of Jessie’s.
The girl’s friend beside her nudged her and said, “Knew you shouldn’t have had those 3 beers before lunch…”
The entire café erupted in laughter, the girl spun on her heel and stormed out the front door, her friend cackling in tow. Jessie came slowly down the ladder and stood at the bottom, utterly bewildered, with her panties and nylons soaked all the way down to her shoes. She grabbed a “Wet Floor” sign from the cabinet next to the register and placed it over the spill then sighed and called out, “Alright guys, I think we’re going to close early today."
Edited May 13, 2016 by GraceWets
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This is my first actual story, so sorry if it's a bit terrible.
Siobhan arrived home from school and walked over to her room to put her stuff away and get changed into something more comfortable. She changed out of her school uniform and put on a oversize light blue shirt, deciding not to bother putting on any pants, and released her ember-red hair out of its tie. Six hours of school had made her tired and thirsty so she guzzled the rest of her bottle of water and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Stirring the coffee made her bladder twinge slightly, and Siobhan leaned her right leg into her left. She hadn't used the bathroom since seven that morning, but she wanted to have her coffee while it was still warm. Besides, Siobhan quite liked the feeling of fullness below her abdomen. She went back to her room, coffee in hand, and started to do some homework. The first thing she reached for was her maths homework. She was only in Year 9, so it was quite easy for her. By 4:30, however, her bladder was proving increasingly distracting, and she had to cross her legs and swing them about to keep the feeling at bay, and she looked over at her now empty coffee cup, and smiled to herself. Siobhan managed to finish her maths soon after, though, and she rewarded herself with a cookie and a glass of cola. She now had to properly cross her legs as she poured her cola, and as she walked back to her room, the pee inside her made its presence very obvious. Siobhan now started her French homework, which wasn't quite so easy as maths, and after 20 minutes, she hadn't made as much progress as she had hoped. She looked at her clock and saw it was now a little past 5:00, so she decided to go to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. She heard the shower going, causing her to firmly cross her legs, and realised that her older brother was in there. This gave her a naughty thought. Holding her pee felt rather nice, so she decided to hold it until 7:00, which would make it twelve hours since she peed. So Siobhan went back to her room and continued her French, sipping at her cola and occasionally squirming to the messages of her bladder. As she finished her cola, she had another naughty idea. She stood up, gravity pulling her bladder closer to her nether regions, grabbed her empty water bottle and cup, and walked back to the kitchen. After putting the cup into the sink, she then turned the tap on, triggering a bladder spasm, and her left hand rushed to her crotch. Enjoying the torture of her bladder, Siobhan started filling her water bottle, the sound of the running tap making her legs pivot around her left hand, and when it filled up, what else was there to do but drink it? In her mind, however, the sight of herself guzzling water while desperate was too good to pass up, so she strolled over to her living room mirror and watched herself drink all 750ml of her water, her other hand firmly in her crotch, her legs wriggling around it. Oh how she absolutely loved the sight of it. As she finished her water, Siobhan heard the garage door open, and her mum drove into the house.
"Hello, Siobhan."
"Hi, mum."
"How was today?"
"Today was pretty good."
Siobhan now couldn't hold as obviously as before, so she resorted to pacing around a bit, and then decided to fill her water bottle again, and this time put it in the fridge for tomorrow. She then walked back to her French homework, being careful not to disturb her full bladder. It was now 6:00, eleven hours since she last peed. Now she could wiggle around with crossed legs and hold herself as she worked on the haute mess that is French grammar.
It was almost 7:00, and Siobhan finally finished her French, but then her mum called her down for dinner. She would now have to hold her bladder in front of her family without being obvious. She gingerly got up from her bed and slowly walked to the dining room, removing her hand from her crotch as she neared the dining table. She saw her dad, who had got home while she was doing homework, at the table, and her mum and brother, the latter for some reason wearing a hammer-and-sickle shirt and cotton trousers, putting plates of carbonara on the table, which made her happy. She liked pasta, especially how her family cooked it, and she didn't need both hands to eat it so she could still hold herself discretely under the table. She sat down, crossed her legs, and reached over for the jug of cola and ice on the table. The resulting pressure on Siobhan's bladder forced her to cross her legs tighter, and she could feel pee draining into her urethra, one step closer to her panties. The feeling was worrying, but also gave her an unusual pleasure. After she poured herself her cola, she put one hand into her crotch and re-crossed her legs around it. As she ate dinner, however, she noticed pee escaping her bladder, one drop at a time, and then she felt a small leak escape, meaning she now felt a small patch on her underwear, causing her to tighten her legs and straighten her posture. Her family, however, didn't seem to notice, giving her a slight sense of relief. She felt another small leak as she finished dinner and was now quite nervous about standing up with over twelve hours of pee pushing at her urethra. She felt yet another leak as she stood up and a drop fell as she put her plate and cup into the sink.
Siobhan now finally had the chance to go to the bathroom, but she couldn't hold herself with her family around, so as she walked to the bathroom, her thighs staying as close together as possible, her bladder was now dripping into her panties. She could finally hold herself as she approached the bathroom as she was now out of sight, and now feeling extra naughty, she decided she would pee while having a shower instead of in the toilet, but when she walked in she found there was no towel, and her bladder spasmed in reaction. Oh come on, she initially thought, now being forced to walk to the laundry room to get a towel, but her mood changed as she hobbled to the laundry room, as she quite liked leaking into her panties, and she even decided not to hold herself on the way. Siobhan grabbed a towel from the laundry closet, and decided to put her shirt and panties in the washing machine, pee dancing as she stripped off and inspected the coaster sized wet spot on her panties. She now wrapped the towel around herself and hobbled back to the bathroom, this time holding herself as there was now nothing between her urethra and the floor. When she walked in, she unwrapped the towel from herself and placed it on the towel rack, and turned the shower on, the flow of water seemingly turning her bladder on, as yet another squirt of pee came out, this time only her hand stopping it from reaching ground. She stepped into the shower, rinsing her hand off as well, and tried to make some effort to wash herself without peeing, but alas, her bladder was too full, and the warm water proved the final trigger for release.
Siobhan stepped out of the shower stream as the flow of urine started to run down her legs. The pee gave her legs a pleasurable warmth as they flowed down them, but this pleasure was small compared to that of the bladder itself. The cascade of pee gave waves of pleasure to her nether regions, and Siobhan's breathing grew heavy in bliss as her bladder emptied itself of thirteen hours of pee. So this is what sex must feel like, thought Siobhan. Her pee finally finished after well over a minute, and she washed herself, all the while thinking I wanna do that again. |
Sorry for bad English and it is my first story so please give a comment.
It happened during the training camp the week before the finals. The regulars had to start the training around 9.30 am and had a thirthy minutes break when it was 1 pm, during that break they ate lunch and had time to go to the toilet and than training till 5 pm. That were the rules Ryuzaki-sensei and Tezuka came up with and all the regulars received those rules.
The third day of training camp started and it was normal that the first one to get up in the morning was Tezuka but not today his alarm didn't work. It was already 9 am and he was still sleeping. In the meantime Kikumaru, Oishi, Echizen, Momo, Fuji, Kaido, Kawamura, Inui and Ryuzaki-sensei were already eating breakfast, that's when Ryuzaki-sensei saw that Tezuka wasn't there so she asked Echizen to get Tezuka because he was done eating. When Echizen knocked on the door he didn't get a response so he walked inside and saw Tezuka sleeping. He woke him up and told him that everyone was already eating breakfast then Echizen got back to the others and told them that he was there in ten minutes.
In the meantime Tezuka saw that it was 9.05 am so his alarm didn't work, he knew the training started in 25 minutes so he took a quick shower and put on his clothes then he went downstairs for breakfast when he was done they started the training. It wasn't a normal training but a training that Inui made and everyone knew that Inui's training was always more complicated but this time he luckily didn't bring any special juice. They were already practising for two and half hours so it was 12 pm.
That is when Tezuka felt a little twinge in his abdomen and he realised that he hadn't had his morning pee. There was still one hour left of training and he knew that he could hold his pee, on schooldays he held his pee all day because of his shy bladder. When he crossed and uncrossed his legs he looked around and saw that everyone was to busy to notice. But he didn't knew that Echizen had noticed it, there were still thirthy minutes before lunch break. When Tezuka was focusing on holding his need to pee Echizen went to Inui and Fuji and told them that Tezuka needed the toilet. Together they were plotting that they didn't want that Tezuka could go to the toilet because he never showed any emotion and they wanted him to wet himself.
Finally it was lunch break, they always ate at 1.10 pm till 1.25 pm. Because some regulars went to the toilet before or after they ate and some trained longer or started training earlier but the rule was that they always ate together at 1.10 pm till 1.25 pm. They knew that Tezuka always went to the toilet before lunch like Fuji and Inui ,and Echizen always went after lunch so in order not to stand out they did it like always but they waited until Tezuka made his move so they could go before him to the toilet.
There were ten minutes before lunch and they saw Tezuka walking towards the toilet so as planned Fuji and Inui walked a bit faster than Tezuka and they reached the bathroom first. Tezuka was third in line for the only toilet in the building so he needed to wait his turn. Fuji went inside and walked slowly to the toilet he pulled out his dick and started peeing for two minutes and then he washed his hands, he came out and greeted Tezuka than Fuji went towards the rest and waited for lunch. It was now Inui's turn and he did the same routine as Fuji but only he peed for 3 minutes, he came out and went to lunch. There were five minutes left and it was his turn to the toilet when he wanted to go inside Kikumaru came towards him running with a hand on his dick and he begged Tezuka to let him go first. Tezuka agreed and let him go first, he heard Kikumaru peeing and it made him even more desperate. When Kikumaru came outside he dragged Tezuka with him because it was lunchtime and Tezuka sat between Echizen and Fuji. When they were eating Echizen saw Tezuka fidgeting and he smiled with the situation. After lunch Tezuka went to the toilet but Echizen was already there waiting outside with his hands between his legs. Tezuka had no luck, Echizen went inside and started peeing. Outside Tezuka knew training started in a minute so he went back,
Training started again and everyone started practising again but Tezuka had to endure three and half hours training with a full bladder. After three hours he couldn't focus enough luckily his training was done ,he only needed to wait 30 minutes. Echizen Fuji and Inui were also done so they watched Tezuka and saw him crossing and uncrossing his legs. Fuji went to Tezuka and gave him a waterbottle Tezuka didn't want to be suspicious so he drank it. Training was over and Tezuka walked towards the toilet but because he needed the toilet so badly he walked slowly and now there was a line in front of him. Oishi just came outside and Kawamura went inside but before him were stil two people Kaido and Momo se he had to wait after half a hour it was Momo's turn and then his but Momo needed the toilet because he had to shit. When Momo was inside Tezuka felt that a spurt left his dick so he knew that he was past his limit and went outside to pee even though it was against his principles.
Echizen Fuji and Inui saw Tezuka walking towards a tree and bushes. They knew what he was planning so one of them threw a tennisball towards him. Tezuka was shocked and left a few spurts in his pants. When the tree of them came walking towards Tezuka to pick up the ball Echizen fell over his feet and hit Tezuka in his bladder that is when the contents of his bladder released and he stood there peeing his pants for five minutes. When Tezuka was done peeing Echizen Fuji and Inui were shocked with what they saw and Tezuka told them if they told someone they were thrown out of the team. |
Wow. I can’t believe I haven’t posted anything here in over 3 years. This is kind of nerve-wracking. Anyway, I recently re-discovered my love of omorashi, so I wrote this little story. I am a little rusty since I haven’t written omo in ages, but I hope you guys like it. Enjoy!
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Maya hated grocery shopping. She would have much rather preferred to spend her Saturday afternoon at home reading a book or watching a movie, but her mom had once again given her the responsibility of getting the groceries while she and her husband went out for the day. She insisted it was to push Maya out of her comfort zone, but Maya suspected her mom really made her do it to get another tedious chore off her back. In any case, she was right about the comfort zone thing. Maya, sixteen years old and a sophomore in high school, had struggled with confidence and self-esteem issues ever since she was a kid, thanks to her anxiety. She was quite lonely and would usually stay home most weekends, while her older sister partied all week long. She always dreaded having to get the groceries; she hated being in the crowded supermarket, having to make small talk with the cashier, and always being paranoid that someone she knew would see her there. She had been putting it off all afternoon, but the sun was starting to go down, so she knew she couldn’t stall it any longer. She looked over the shopping list one last time, grabbed the money her mom had left for her, took a deep breath, and left the house, locking the door behind her.
The supermarket was only a few blocks from her house, and it was a nice day—sunny and warm with just a light breeze—so at least she could enjoy the walk. She was dressed for the weather—red shirt, jean capris, and white keds. Although she was on the skinny side, she usually wore loose tops to hide her bosom, since she felt uncomfortable when guys stared at her breasts. Overall she was quite an attractive girl, with long honey blond hair and big green eyes, and she looked even more beautiful glowing under the sunlight.
She crossed the street, rounded the corner, and felt her heart pounding as she saw the supermarket ahead, in all its intimidating glory. Feeling short of breath, she immediately turned around and started walking back. She stopped and shook her head. No. She was not backing out now. Not this time. She wiped the sweat off her brow, bit her lip, and headed back towards the supermarket.
Suddenly, she felt a twinge from her bladder. She had to pee. Either because she was nervous, or because she’d drank too much water that day, she wasn’t sure. Either way, though, she didn’t want to have another layer of discomfort to deal with, so she decided she would relieve herself in the bathroom once she got inside the store. She shut her eyes, inhaled deeply, and walked through the supermarket doors.
The store was big and noisy and chaotic, boasting bright, bold, explosive colours and blaring loud, annoying music over the speakers, the same songs and jingles you would hear on the radio a thousand times. People were bustling in and out, pushing carts in all directions. There didn’t seem to be a single area that wasn’t crowded. It was an air-conditioned madness. Maya could already feel the anxiety swirling in her stomach. She didn’t know how she was going to get through this.
Well, first things first, she thought. I need to find a bathroom.
She walked to the far end of the supermarket where the washrooms were, trying to look at the ground so as not to draw attention to herself. Her urge to pee was now slightly more intrusive, and she walked in short, quick steps, her legs brushing against each other. She made it to the washrooms, but realized in dismay that there was a handwritten sign posted on the door of the ladies room:
BATHROOM OUT OF ORDER. SORRY :(
Shit. Maya felt sweat trailing down her neck. She tried to think of what to do. She could go back home, use the bathroom and then come back, but she didn’t want to make two trips from the supermarket to her house and then back to the supermarket; that would be a lot of walking. Besides, she was worried that if she went back home, she wouldn’t have the courage to return to the store again. In the end, she decided she would just hold it. She would only be here for about an hour, at the most. That’s how long it usually took anyway. Determined to get this over with so she could go home and relax, Maya grabbed a basket and looked over the grocery list that her mom had given her. Maya didn’t really need the list; she had done this so many times that she practically knew the list by heart, but it was still useful to have everything organized conveniently for her. She looked at the first item on the list: 4L jug of skim milk.
Maya began her trek to the dairy section. As she was walking, she suddenly came across a food stand, where a young woman was offering lemonade samples.
“Hi there! Would you like to try a free sample?” the lady asked.
Maya flinched, immediately reminded of her need for the restroom. The last thing she wanted to do right now was add more liquids to her bladder.
“Um… n-no thank you,” Maya replied, fidgeting.
“Come on! It’s lemonade! All natural. No sugar added. And it’s free!” The lady grinned, gesturing to the cups.
Maya gulped. “O-okay.” It was too difficult for her to not give in when she felt pressured.
Maya grabbed a cup and took a small sip of the lemonade. “D-delicious,” she murmured. The lady smiled. Maya drank a bit more out of politeness, then when the lady wasn’t looking, threw the plastic cup into the garbage.
She continued towards the dairy section. She could already feel the pressure building in her bladder, the lemonade only having made her need to pee worse. Maya grimaced. She tried to ignore the mild pain in her bladder as she shuffled along, finally approaching the milk area. She realized that there was only one milk left on the shelf, at least the kind that she wanted. She reached for the milk jug, but no sooner had she done so than she felt another hand gripping the handle.
“Sorry honey, that’s mine.”
Maya turned to see a middle-aged woman standing right beside her, her eyebrows pressed into a tight frown as she viciously clutched the jug.
“I said that’s mine. You’re going to have to let go, sweetie,” the woman spat.
Maya couldn’t speak. Her throat felt like ice.
The woman scowled. “Are you deaf, young lady? Did you not hear what I said? I said LET GO!”
Maya was shaking and sweating. She didn’t know what to do. Suddenly she heard a voice.
“Uh, excuse me, lady. She was here first.”
Both women turned to see a boy standing beside them, his arms folded over his chest. He had mussed dark hair, light freckles, and hazel eyes.
“Excuse me?” the woman hissed.
“You heard me,” the boy replied. “This girl was clearly grabbing the milk before you did. I saw her. So I think you’re the one that’s gonna have to let go.”
The woman looked horrified. “What?! But… but this milk is for my family!”
The boy shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. That doesn’t give you the right to take it from somebody else.”
Maya felt a warm flutter in her heart. She smiled.
The woman stood there, flustered for a few seconds, before she finally gave in. “Fine!” She let go of the milk, shoving it into Maya’s chest and temporarily knocking her off balance. She glared at the dazed girl. “Now my kids won’t have anything to put on their cereal thanks to you. I hope you’re happy!” She stormed off, pushing several confused people out of the way.
“Just ignore her,” the boy said. “She’s probably menopausal.”
Maya blinked several times, then looked at him. “T-thanks,” she finally murmured, feeling a light blush on her cheeks.
The boy grinned. “Anytime.” He walked away.
Now in a more calm state of mind, Maya looked back at her list. Luckily, Maya was able to pick up the next few items without any issues. Now with the dairies out of the way, she decided to move on to the produce, specifically, the vegetables. Maya sighed. She admitted her mom did make some great salads, but finding the ingredients for them was a bit of a hassle. Especially having to carefully weigh all the items so it would be just the amount her mother wanted.
As Maya wandered through the produce section collecting all the vegetables, the pain in her bladder became stronger and more distracting. Now her need to pee was starting to become urgent. She frequently had to stop and press her legs together (while trying to remain inconspicuous, of course) and every once in a while, when no one was looking, slip her hand between them. Now she really regretted not using the bathroom before she left her house. And she wasn’t even halfway through the list. She tried to speed up the process as much as possible. Finally, she got to the last vegetable: eggplant.
Damn it. She could never remember where the eggplants were. They always kept them in a weird location. She saw a man standing by the cauliflowers, scribbling something on a clipboard. He wore an apron and a button shirt, clearly a store employee. Maya bit her lip. She knew she had to ask him where the eggplants were if she ever wanted to find them, yet she was always so shy about asking people for help. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she worked up the courage to walk up to the man. She felt her hands get sweaty, and she struggled to keep her fingers from slipping off the handle of her basket.
“E-excuse me,” Maya said. It came out so quietly she could barely hear it herself.
The man looked up from his clipboard and stared at Maya. “Yes?”
The man’s eyes were making her feel nervous. She looked down at her feet. “Umm…” Maya suddenly felt a sharp spasm in her bladder, and she winced, trying to keep her composure. “D-do you know where the eggplants are?”
“Yeah, they’re right down there next to the mushrooms,” the man said, pointing with his pen. “Um, are you okay, Miss? You seem a little … tense.”
Maya stiffened. “Y-yes, I’m fine, t-thank you.” She turned and walked awkwardly away. Her face was burning. Was it really so obvious that she had to pee? She felt so self-conscious.
After grabbing the fruits she needed, she decided to start looking for the dry foods. She entered the bakery section to pick up bread. As she was browsing the display rack, she heard girls’ laughter. The voices sounded familiar. She looked up.
Oh no. It was Tatiana, Chrissy, and Amy. They were walking on the other side of the display rack, just a mere few feet away from Maya. The quiet girl ducked slightly so they wouldn’t notice her, sucking in air through her teeth. She watched as they walked away, slipping into one of the aisles. Maya sighed in relief. She didn’t need another unwelcome encounter, especially after what had happened earlier.
After finding the bread, she went to the pasta section, bracing herself for the usual ordeal of finding plain old spaghetti among the ocean of different types of pasta. Linguine, angel hair, penne, corkscrew, shell, bow-tie. Why did there have to be so many different varieties? They all tasted pretty much the same anyway. Those Italians were really something.
She was browsing through the oodles of noodles when she heard a little kid’s voice: “Mommy, pleeeeease!”
Maya rolled her eyes. Probably whining because she wanted candy or something.
“No honey, we’re not done shopping yet.”
“But I have to peeee!”
Maya froze. She turned and looked at the child. She really did look desperate for the toilet. The little girl was dancing frantically on the spot and grabbing her crotch.
“Sorry Olivia, but I told you we have to finish getting the groceries first,” the mother said. “Then we’ll catch our bus and go home and you’ll get to pee.”
“But I can’t wait! I reeeeeeally have to peeeee!”
The girl sounded near tears. Maya bit her lip and turned back to the shelf, anxiously searching for the spaghetti. She had once again been reminded of her need for the toilet. She pressed her legs together, her swelling bladder pressing into the waistband of her jeans.
“That’s not my problem,” the mother said sternly. “I told you to go before we left, but you didn’t listen. Now you’re going to have to hold it until we get home.”
“I can’t!” The little girl was now crying. Maya was sweating, desperately racking the shelf. Where the hell was it?! She didn’t want to listen to this, especially since she was desperate to pee herself. Finally she found the spaghetti, and she hurried out of the aisle before the situation escalated any further. No sooner had she entered the snack aisle next door than she heard an announcement over the PA.
Wet cleanup on Aisle 6.
Maya cringed. Poor Olivia. She walked through the aisle, searching for the beef jerky her dad loved so much. Suddenly she heard a taunting voice.
“Hey look! It’s Little Miss Friendless!”
Oh God.
Maya turned to see Tatiana and her two minions smirking at her from the other side of the aisle.
“Aw, did your mommy send you to get the groceries all by yourself?” the girl mocked, putting on a babyish voice. “Figures that an uncool loser like you would be in a dorky place like a grocery store on a Saturday.” Chrissy and Amy laughed.
Maya’s cheeks were burning. She wanted to die. She stared at Tatiana, hating how pretty she was, with her crystal blue eyes and platinum blonde hair and pouty lips— not to mention her perfect figure. It wasn’t fair. How could such awful people be blessed with such good looks? Maya thought about the girl’s cruel mocking, the way she had always tried to make her life hell. Suddenly, she was filled with anger, and she managed to work up just enough courage to fire something back at the girl.
“Well… what are you doing here then?”
Tatiana stopped laughing, and for a second she looked flustered. Maya smirked.
But Tatiana soon recovered. “Uh, stocking up on chips and soda for my party tonight, duh,” she replied coldly.
“And beer!” Chrissy added.
“Right.” Tatiana smirked. “Bye, loser!” She blew Maya a kiss, and the three girls walked off, laughing.
Maya clenched her fists and quietly growled, tears in her eyes. She wanted to cry but she wouldn’t, not here.
“God, I hate those bitches.”
Startled, she turned around to see the boy from earlier standing right beside her, scowling. She wiped her tears.
“You know them?” she asked, surprised.
The boy sighed. “Unfortunately. They’re in my home ec class.”
“Oh. You go to Maryland Secondary?”
The boy smiled. “Yeah. You go there too, don’t you?”
Maya nodded.
“I thought so. I’ve seen you around. You’re always reading or sitting by yourself. That’s cool. I’m kind of a loner too. Who needs people anyway? Especially stupid cunts like them.”
Maya felt a smile creeping on her lips.
“I’m Kyle. What’s your name?” he asked.
“Maya,” she said shyly.
“That’s a pretty name.”
Maya blushed. Kyle smiled when he saw her red cheeks. “You’re cute. See you later, Maya.” He waved and walked off. Maya waved back, staring dreamily as he disappeared. She felt as light as feathers.
Thanks to that confidence boost, she was able to plow through the rest of her grocery shopping in just a manner of minutes, her bursting bladder be damned. Now she was standing at the register, ready to pay for her purchases.
This was her least favourite part of going to the supermarket, because she actually had to interact with people. She had wanted to go through Express, but she was clearly over the limit, and she didn’t want to be one of “those” people, so she had to go through a regular checkout lane. She had chosen the lane with the shortest line-up (being careful to avoid the one with the crazy menopausal lady), but there were still quite a few customers, and Maya waited impatiently for her turn, tapping her fingers on her arms which were folded over her chest, and doing her best to avoid showing signs of her desperation. One leg was crossed over the other, and she squeezed her knees together, slightly bent over. Now she had to pee so badly she could hardly stand still. She wanted desperately to bend over more, cross her legs much more tightly, and grab her crotch with both hands, but there were too many people around. She saw the customer in front of her drinking from a water bottle, and she moaned softly, feeling her bladder writhing in agony. Quickly turning away, she looked to her other side and saw a woman feeding her baby; he was drinking orange juice from a sippy cup, and some of the juice spilled, trickling down his chin, creating little puddles on the tray table of his stroller. Maya felt a few warm drops of pee dribble into her panties, and she gave a soft yelp, instinctively reaching for her crotch and crossing her legs tightly. She blushed as soon as she realized what she was doing; fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed. But as soon as removed her hands from her crotch and uncrossed her legs, she felt an overpowering spasm attack her whole body. Her walls were crumbling. She shut her eyes and used her willpower to clench her bladder muscles together, her legs trembling. She had finally begun to reach a state where she almost felt like she was in control again, when suddenly a voice snapped her out of her concentration.
“Hi there!”
The shock made Maya jump, and she leaked again, this time a stream. Contracting her entire body in order to stop any more from leaking out, she blinked a couple of times and managed to be aware of her surroundings. She had reached the front of the line. The cashier, a teenage boy who seemed like the chatty type, was staring at her and smiling. Maya forced a weak smile and a “Hi”, feeling her voice shake.
She pulled out her phone and looked down at the screen, pretending to text. She knew it was rude to be on her phone while standing at the register, but she didn’t care. She had no intentions of chatting with anyone at the moment; right now she had to save her energy for holding in her pee.
“How are you today?” the cashier asked as he began scanning her groceries, in spite of the fact that she clearly wasn’t interested in conversation.
“F-fine,” she mumbled, still looking at her phone.
“Find everything okay?”
Maya frowned, getting annoyed that he was still talking to her. “Yeah.” The boy seemed to get the hint, going by her one-word replies, so he stopped talking.
Maya rocked back and forth, feeling her forehead beaded with sweat. She could barely think straight. She was aching for relief, and she just wanted to get out of here. Her tight jeans were pushing hard on her stomach, practically squeezing the urine out of her. She cursed herself for wearing those jeans, wishing she had opted for sweats instead. She twitched her feet, pressing the tips of her shoes against each other.
“Would you like your milk in a bag?”
The cashier’s voice once again distracted Maya from her restless fidgeting and forced her attention back to another human being.
“Huh? Uh, yeah, whatever,” she muttered. The cashier nodded and bagged the milk. He then picked up one of the tomatoes from the conveyor belt, and sighed.
“Aw, crap. I can never remember the code for these.” He turned to his checkstand and glanced at a roll of paper filled with countless numbers, scrolling through them painstakingly.
Maya bit her lip, feeling her heart pounding, her mind focused on nothing but her overwhelming desire for relief.
“Let’s see, let’s see…” the cashier mumbled.
Oh God. Hurry up. Please.
“Aha. Found it!” Smiling proudly, the cashier typed in the code. He then picked up a broccoli, paused, and frowned. “Shit. I’m really not good with these.”
Maya shut her eyes and let out a soft groan, exasperated. The cashier ended up having to look up the codes for nearly all of the produce items, which took about five minutes. By then, Maya was practically about to scream. She had always been quite a patient person, but now all she wanted was to get out of here, now. She looked at the line-up and saw that the rest of the customers were sharing her impatience, some of them looking at their watches while others quietly grumbled to themselves. Of course she had to get stuck with the slowest and most inefficient cashier in the world.
As if to add insult to injury, when the cashier was finally done with the produce items and was scanning the beef jerky, the machine beeped loudly, signalling an error.
“Hmm. Looks like this isn’t in the system,” the cashier said. “I’ll call for a price check.”
“No!” Maya cried, with sudden urgency. The cashier stared at her, surprised. Lowering her voice to nearly a whisper, Maya said, “I-it’s fine, I don’t want it.”
The cashier frowned. “Are you sure? I can go run and do it myself. It’ll only take two seconds.”
Maya shook her head. She knew her dad wouldn’t be too happy about not getting his favourite snack, but at this point she couldn’t waste any more time.
“It’s fine, just leave it,” she ordered. Her bladder was about to burst, and she didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if she had an accident here in front of all these people.
The cashier shrugged. “Okay.”
He scanned the rest of her groceries, putting them all in plastic bags. It seemed to take forever, and Maya was almost about to run out of the store from sheer desperation, but at last the cashier announced the total. “$44.65.”
Maya handed the cashier a $50 bill. She prayed his till wouldn’t suddenly get frozen, or that the cash register wouldn’t open, or anything else that would delay her from getting out of this godforsaken place. Luckily, the cash register opened fine, but when the cashier was searching for change, she saw that frown on his face and knew something was wrong.
“Aw man, I’m out of five’s.” He turned around and shouted at the cashier in the checkout lane behind him, an Asian guy who looked to be the same age as him. “Yo, Tyler! Can I borrow some fives, man?”
“Dude, you have to fill out the loan slips!” the boy said. “You know Sheila gets mad when we don’t do that.”
“No way, man! That takes forever! Besides, I just need a couple. I’ll give you a ten, and you can give me two fives.”
Maya felt herself sweating. This was taking way too long. She had to leave, now. Her bladder was giving her warning signals, that if she didn’t get a move on, it wasn’t going to wait around any longer. She crossed her legs together as much as possible and slipped a hand into her crotch, no longer caring about people seeing her.
“I-it’s fine, I don’t need the change,” she meekly tried to object, but to no avail. Tyler came over to the cashier’s checkstand, handing him two five dollar bills in exchange for a twenty, as Maya’s cashier had proposed. The cashier handed Maya her change, and she grunted out a miserable “Thank you.” Not bothering to take her receipt, she was out the doors before the cashier could even say, “Have a nice day.”
Maya hobbled down the street, so desperate she could barely breathe. With six full grocery bags and a cripplingly full bladder, Maya felt like she was a hundred pounds heavier.
She turned the corner, went through the park, and entered a tree-lined pathway. The trees were soaked in the late afternoon sunshine, with gold-specked canopies and shimmering leaves. Maya liked taking this shortcut, since the scenery was beautiful and there usually weren’t many people around (unlike the busy streets and intersections surrounding the supermarket) which made for a peaceful, serene walk, but today she had only picked this route for the sake of time. She was only ten minutes from home, but in her current state of desperation, she felt like her house was light years away, and she had no desire to walk whatsoever. She wished she had a driver’s license like her sister, but she had given up after failing the road test for the fourth time. Being in front of the steering wheel made her anxiety levels go off the rails, and it didn’t help that her instructor was always a balding, impatient man who would penalize her for every little thing she did wrong, including forgetting to address him as “Sir”.
As she walked further into the pathway, having to stop a few times to cross her legs in a vain attempt to soothe the roaring rapids present in her quivering bladder, she realized she had two problems at hand. First, because she had two armfuls of grocery bags, she would not be able to grab her crotch until she got home, which really made her worried as that was the only way she imagined she would have a chance of making it home dry. Second, her painfully tight jeans were making it nearly impossible for her to hold on, pushing so hard against her bladder she felt as if it might literally pop. There wasn’t really anything she could do about the first problem, but the second one was remediable. All she had to do was loosen her jeans. Carefully laying some of her bags on the ground, Maya used her free hand to unbutton her jeans, and when that didn’t help, she pulled down the zipper. Maya was aware that her light pink panties were now partly exposed, but she didn’t care. Protecting her jeans from getting soaked was more important. Sure enough, the pressure on her bladder softened a bit, and she was able to relax a little. But that moment of relief only lasted about a second, and soon a tremendous cramp attacked Maya, making her gasp and double over. Closing her eyes, Maya whimpered, trembling and sweating. I can’t do it. I can’t hold it.
For a second, she wondered if it was even worth it to try and keep holding on, and if she should just give in and pee her pants; then at least she wouldn’t have to suffer this pain any longer. And since walking all the way to her house in this condition felt like a death wish, not to mention practically impossible, she was so tempted to just let go, let the waterfall ooze out. But then she realized, this wasn’t the right attitude at all. If she allowed herself to feel even a sliver of hopelessness, she was done for. She would just have to grit her teeth and hold on for just a little longer, even if her body was screaming at her to let go, even if the pain was so unbearable that tears were streaming from her eyes.
Picking up her bags, Maya continued walking, determined to win the race against her bladder.
* * *
She didn’t know how she’d done it, but Maya had made it home without having a full-blown accident. She’d leaked a bit more into her underwear, but that was unavoidable. The important thing was, she was standing on the doorstep of her house, only a few feet away from the toilet, finally being able to get her much-needed relief. She felt a strange feeling of pride, but quickly pushed it aside. She knew she didn’t have a second to lose. Her bladder was gaining on her fast, and she couldn’t let it get ahead.
The thought of finally getting to relieve herself sent another warm rush of pee into her panties, which were now uncomfortably damp, but she managed to stop it just in time.
Reaching into her pocket for her keys, she felt her hands tremble from the agony and sheer exhaustion of holding back a violent flood, and she was trembling and sweating so much that she accidentally dropped them.
“FUCK!” Normally Maya never swore, but this was a particular situation, and moderating her vocabulary wasn’t exactly her top priority.
Maya looked down at the keys resting just in front of her feet, taunting her. She was afraid that if she bent over to grab the keys, she would wet herself. But since she had no other choice, Maya took a big breath, and very very slowly crouched down, biting her lip and barely managing to stop herself from crying out loud from the pain that tormented her body. She made it just far enough to be able to reach the keys, and very carefully she extended her arm, keeping her legs clenched together. She grabbed hold of the keys, but her hand started trembling and sweating again, and she accidentally dropped them once more. The shock and light clink of the keys as they hit the ground made Maya jump, and she gasped as a stream of pee soaked through the crotch of her jeans and ran down her leg. Maya stayed absolutely still, her breath shaky, and for a second she was certain she was gonna lose it. But through some miracle of nature, she was able to hold back the flood. Letting out a long exhale, Maya picked up the keys again, being extra careful not to drop them, then very slowly rose to her feet and unlocked the door to her house.
Practically throwing herself inside, Maya immediately dumped the grocery bags on the floor and pressed both hands against her crotch, sweating profusely as she raced towards the bathroom feeling like she could rival the speed of light. Her eyes glimmered as she caught sight of it at the end of the hallway. She was almost there, almost there…
She stopped.
The door was closed. There was light coming from underneath. Maya felt her entire body go cold, praying this wasn’t what she thought it was. She brought one of her hands to the doorknob, tried to twist it. The door didn’t open.
No. No no no no. NO!
This couldn’t be happening. She pounded hard on the door, not realizing that her entire body was pressed against it, squirming, like she was somehow trying to get through the door.
“What?” came an annoyed voice from inside the bathroom. It was her sister.
“Nikki?” Maya cried. “What… you … I … what are you … I need…” She could barely speak. Her voice was labored and soft, like she was struggling for air. She was about to explode, she had to pee now!
“Uh, is this really important? I’m trying to shit, not that it’s any of your business,” her sister spat.
Maya paled. Her sister was notorious for her lengthy bowel movements. She could be in there for another half hour. There was no way Maya could wait that long.
“Well, can you hurry up? I really have to-” Maya stopped. She could not tell Nikki that she was desperate to pee. “T-take a shower,” she finished lamely.
She heard a scoff from the other side of the door. “Whatever.”
Maya dug her fists into her crotch, her legs trembling from the agony of trying to stop the dam from bursting. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be in the bathroom right now, not her damn sister. Why did there only have to be one bathroom in her house? Why did Nikki have to be using it now? Why did she have to drink so much today? Why couldn’t she have gone to the bathroom earlier? Why did bladders have to exist at all? Why did-
Before she could think of any more rhetorical questions, she suddenly felt the worst cramp of her life.
“F-fuck!” she gasped, doubling over and digging her fists into her crotch. It was like a punch to the gut, and it was then that Maya’s bladder finally let go.
She felt warm urine flooding her panties, soaking through the fabric and spilling into her jeans. It happened so fast that by the time she realized she was wetting herself, it was too late to stop it. She instead released her hands from her crotch and leaned against the bathroom door, closing her eyes and savouring the relief as the liquid continued pouring out of her exhausted bladder. She could hear steady dripping as the flow gained force, now a full torrent that cascaded down her jeans, soaking her shoes and splashing onto the floor. It was like a waterfall, gushing out of her bladder and soaking her legs in warm pee.
“Oh God,” Maya moaned with overwhelming relief as she continued to release her bladder’s contents. It felt so good. It was just as nice, if not even nicer, than peeing into a toilet.
Finally, the flow subsided, and Maya opened her eyes again. She had lost track of time as she’d let her bladder go, and now that it was completely empty, she felt a bit disoriented. It was like those first few seconds after waking up from a dream, not really sure if you’re still dreaming or not. She looked down and saw that her dripping jeans were soaked from the crotch down to the cuffs, and there was an ocean surrounding her feet. It was then that she absorbed the fact that she had just peed herself at sixteen years old. She blushed bright red, horrified that she’d wet herself at this age. Sure, she’d had her share of accidents in elementary school, and even once in middle school (she’d always been too shy to ask for the bathroom) but she was a teenager now. Much too old to be embarrassing herself like this.
Then she heard a grunt come from inside the bathroom, and she remembered that she wasn’t alone. Nikki. Maya gasped. There was no time to be embarrassed now! She had to clean this up fast, before her sister saw it! Not only would it be incredibly humiliating if Nikki found out about this, but Maya was sure that she would find some way to blackmail her, and she definitely couldn’t let that happen.
Scrambling into the kitchen, Maya grabbed a mop and hastily wiped up her mess. Fortunately, the floor was hardwood and not a carpet so it was easier to hide the evidence. Still, Maya felt disgusted having to clean up her own piss, and frequently found herself grimacing as she mopped up every last drop of her little accident, making sure to add some vinegar to get rid of the smell. After she was satisfied that it looked okay, Maya went to the laundry room and got rid of her clothes. She stripped off her thoroughly-soaked jeans and panties, tossing them into the washing machine and turning on the rinse cycle. Then she wandered into her bedroom and wrapped a towel around her naked body. She was going to need to have a shower now that she’d pissed all over herself.
Maya returned to the bathroom and patiently waited for her sister to come out. Finally, the toilet flushed, and Nikki exited the bathroom.
“Took you long enough,” Maya said with a smirk. “Constipated again?”
Nikki scowled. “Shut up.”
Maya eyed Nikki’s get-up. She was dolled up. Her pin straight, jet-black hair flowed elegantly down her back, and she wore a short sleeveless purple dress with stilettos. A silver handbag was slung over her shoulder. “Going out tonight?” Maya asked.
“Duh,” Nikki replied. “Me and the girls are going clubbing.”
Maya rolled her eyes. “Have fun.”
Nikki scoffed. “Yeah, and you have fun staying holed up in here by yourself reading one of your stupid little books. God, you are such a nerd.”
Maya gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Hahaha. Too funny, sis.”
Nikki was heading for the front door, when she suddenly noticed the grocery bags haphazardly tossed on the ground. “Oh, you went shopping.”
Her eyes widened and she picked up an item from one of the bags. “Hey, you got those low-calorie granola bars! You’re awesome,” she said, tucking one of the granola bars into her purse.
Maya beamed. “I am awesome!”
Nikki looked at Maya, narrowing her eyes. “What’s with you? You seem much more … bubbly today. You’re hiding something.”
Maya flinched and bit her lip, playing with her hands. “N-no,” she stammered.
Nikki kept staring at her, her unnerving gaze making Maya paranoid that she would find out about the accident. Then a mischievous smile curved on Nikki’s lips. “Ohhhh. It’s a boy, isn’t it?” she said.
Maya’s eyes widened. “What? No!” She felt herself blush for no apparent reason.
Nikki laughed. “I knew it! You’re totally in love! I can’t believe it.”
Maya felt her cheeks heat up even more. “Shut up!” she snapped.
“You’re blushing!” Nikki teased.
“Nikki!” Maya growled.
“Maya’s in love, Maya’s in love,” Nikki sang like a small child as she turned the doorknob.
“AGHH!”
Nikki stepped out the door, but not before ruffling her sister’s feathers some more. “Make sure to introduce me to your boyfriend sometime. Love you, bye!” She slammed the door before Maya could throw any retorts at her.
Maya groaned and shook her head. God, Nikki could be so annoying sometimes. And yet… during all that taunting Maya couldn’t help but think of Kyle. The boy she’d seen at the grocery store today. Maya smiled. Yeah, he was cute and sweet and okay, maybe she was a little attracted to him. But Nikki had to be out of her mind if she thought Maya was in love with him. At least not now. Maybe once she got to know him a little more.
Well, we do go to the same school, Maya thought. Maybe next time she ran into him at school she could go and talk to him. Have a little conversation. Maybe then she could finally have a friend. Maybe even something more. Maybe the two of them could go grocery shopping together. Maybe then going grocery shopping wouldn’t be so bad.
Maya laughed and let out a dreamy sigh. So many maybes. Right now, all she wanted was to forget about her day and take a nice, long shower. She only hoped Nikki hadn’t stunk up the bathroom too badly.
Smiling, Maya slipped off her towel and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. For once, she couldn’t wait until her mom sent her grocery shopping again.
Edited May 15, 2016 by specialflakes
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Sonic sighed, Knuckles had been pulling on his restraints for the past hour, and the constant sound of chains clinking onto the floor, only to be tugged on again, is started to give him a headache. "Will you STOP?" Sonic growled. "I.... refuse.... to be.... defeated....... by..... Eggman...!" Knuckles growled through tugging at the chains.
Sonic was stuck to the floor by several chains with latches on them, the chains wrapped around his ankles and legs tightly, restricting him from standing. Tails had several chains wrapped around his namesakes, and Knuckles had large clamps that covered his hands and lower arms attached to the floor by chains.
Tails whimpered quietly and shifted where he sat. Knuckles sighed and finally gave up on tugging at his chains, sitting on the floor and closing his eyes. 'This is embarrassing, we are supposed to be heroes, not prisoners, I refuse to believe this... what's wrong with Tails?' Knuckles looked up to see Tails fidgeting constantly, "Tails.... are you.... okay?" he asked awkwardly, having a feeling he already knew.
"Huh...? Oh! Yeah, I'm.... uhh... I'm okay..." Tails replied. "You don't sound okay," Sonic piped up. "O-okay, m-maybe I have to pee a little bit, but I can hold it." Knuckles smirked and chuckled, receiving two glares. "I'm sorry, just the overall thought of that makes me laugh," Knuckles admitted.
"Why not just ask him if you can go?" Sonic asked, "I would, but that's too embarrassing, it's bad enough that we've been trapped, now he expects me to admit that I need to pee?" Tails replied. "It's unhealthy to hold it for so long," Sonic warned, "You think I don't know that?" Tails exclaimed.
"He's coming," Knuckles warned.
Indeed, Eggman was walking down the long hallway to check up on the three again. "Hello, I hope you are enjoying your stay," Eggman said, Knuckles and Sonic refused to speak, but Tails couldn't bring himself to ask. "Tails," Sonic persisted. "I'm not gonna ask."
"Tails needs the bathroom," Sonic claimed. "No! Sonic!" Tails blushed, "Then why can't he ask for himself?" Eggman asked. "I... uh...." Tails muttered. "It isn't hard, just ask a simple question," Eggman said. "C-can I use the b-bathroom?" Tails stuttered. "Can you?"
Tails sighed, "May I p-p-please use the bathroom?" Tails repeated. "Yes you may," Eggman replied, walking into Tails's cell, then unlocked his restraints, then kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't escape. After a few minutes, Sonic and Knuckles heard the toilet flush, and saw Tails walk out, relieved.
"That wasn't too hard, now was it?" Eggman asked, Tails blushed, then allowed himself back into the restraints. Knuckles fought off laughter until Eggman left, then fell on his back and laughed hard. "Knuckles!" Sonic berated. "I told you, this is funny to me!"
"It won't be funny when it's your turn," Sonic muttered, which Knuckles fortunately didn't hear through his laughing.
.....
"Lunch time," Eggman said, carrying three trays. "Then can I take these off?" Knuckles asked, lifting his large cuffs. "Fine, but just to eat," Eggman said, unlocking that cuffs, Knuckles smirked and stood up, only to be stopped by a chain attached to the floor by two smaller cuffs that left his hands free to do stuff.
Knuckles growled, sitting down again. Eggman placed his tray on the floor, which was just simple bread, soup and water. Sonic and Tails got the same thing. Tails avoided his glass of water to get away from the discomfort and embarrassment from earlier. Knuckles, however, downed his quickly, as well as stuffed his face with the bread and soup, receiving two stares, "What? I'm hungry."
Sonic just shrugged and continued his eating, Tails pushed his half empty tray away and attempted to sleep. Knuckles smirked and pushed his tray away as well, standing up. 'This has got to be easier now that those cuffs can't hold me down, and now that I've regained some strength from eating.' Knuckles thought before pulling at the chains again.
Knuckles smiled once his chains broke, he quickly broke the bars to his cage, then broke the bars to Tails's cage and attempted to break the restraints on his tails. "Hmm, I need the keys for this, I'll be back in a bit," Knuckles said, then snuck off to where he assumed Eggman's room was.
.....
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" Sonic and Tails heard Knuckles growl a half an hour later. They saw him being carried to a stronger room, with similar cuffs they tightly locked over his arms. "This is your punishment for escaping, you are to stay this way for the rest of today, and no food or water," Eggman said, walking off. "What about 30 minute breaks?" Knuckles asked, "You don't get that privilege either, I don't want to risk another escape."
"B-but, what will I do when I need.... you know...." Knuckles stuttered, "You should have thought of that before you tried to escape."
"Knuckles, are you okay?" Sonic asked after Eggman left, "I feel like a child being punished after getting caught stealing the cookie jar, but I refuse to cry," Knuckles replied. "So, what do we do now?" Sonic asked. "I feel like we'll never escape," Tails whimpered, "We will! That last attempt was just a fluke!" Knuckles exclaimed. "Knuckles, we'll never get out of here by just breaking out and hoping for the best, we don't know where we are, and where the exit is," Sonic explained.
"Fine...." Knuckles muttered, and with that, the three began to think.
.....
"Think of anything yet?" Sonic asked, "No...." Tails and Knuckles replied. Sonic glanced over and saw Knuckles slightly twitching his leg. "Knuckles, are you okay?" he asked. "Huh? Oh... yeah.... I'm fine," Knuckles replied, a pink tint slightly dusting his muzzle. "You don't sound-" "I'M FINE!" Knuckles exclaimed.
Eggman walked up again with trays of food, Knuckles's stomach grumbled and he looked up expectantly, only to sigh in disappointment when Eggman only brought two trays ,one for Sonic and one for Tails. "Where's Knuckles's?" Sonic asked, "I already told him, since he tried to run off, he gets no food nor water."
Knuckles sighed again, "You guys also get those 30 minute breaks, I'm stuck here." "Does he get bathroom breaks?" Sonic asked. Knuckles blushed again, "No, if he doesn't like the punishment, he shouldn't have escaped."
Knuckles crossed his legs where he sat. "Knuckles, I know you aren't feeling well, what's the matter?" Sonic asked. "I kinda.... sorta..... gotta..... ya know..... go...." Knuckles muttered. "Go where?" Sonic asked, "Bad," Knuckles blushed. "Then just ask," Sonic replied.
"You heard what he said, I'm not allowed to leave for anything!" Knuckles exclaimed. "And I have to pee so bad!" Sonic didn't know how to reply.
Eggman showed up again soon enough, checking up on the three of them. "Knuckles!" Sonic said, "Ask him while you have the chance." Knuckles blushed. "Ask me what?"
Knuckles growled, "Can I go to the bathroom?" "Can you what?" Eggman asked. Knuckles sighed and tried to raise his voice, "M-may I p-please go to t-the bathroom?" "Knuckles, you know the rules-" "Please! I have to go so bad! I can't hold it much longer! Please! I promise I won't escape again, just please, let me go!" Knuckles begged. Eggman sighed, he didn't want to give in so easily, but seeing Knuckles squirm so much, and even hearing him beg tugged on a few heartstrings.
"Fine, but just this once," Eggman said, walking into Knuckles's cell and undoing his restraints. Everyone expected Knuckles to jump up and a ttack, but instead he just grabbed himself between the legs. Eggman led the echidna to the bathroom, in which Knuckles rushed in, slamming the door behind him.
The three heard the toilet flush, and saw Knuckles, obviously more relieved, walk out. Once he was put back into his restraints, Sonic and Tails smirked at him.
Knuckles growled, "Not. A. Word."
(Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles belong to Sega.)
Edited May 16, 2016 by XxSpyroFanxX
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Chalk one up for another fanfic! RWBY themed yet again and based loosely on a request I got a while ago - though not entirely. The goal here was to make it so every character had to pee at some point, so I'm going to do omo for each of them. Starting with Blake and Ruby mainly.
Without further ado, enjoy!
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"Movie?" The energetic crimson girl suggested to her team, a beaming smile upon her face as she seemed to have thought that through a great deal. There was a moment of hesitation as the two remaining members of team RWBY looked between each other, Blake and Weiss.
"You DO know we have some important classes to revise for today, right?" Weiss questioned with a look of slight distaste upon her face, her elegant voice showing clear opposition to the idea.
"Awh, come on Weiss! It'll be fun~" Yang spoke up, intervening between the two. "Just think about it - a nice girl's night out where we don't have to worry about dumb papers. Wouldn't that be great for once~?" She attempted to persuade Weiss with her massive charisma, though it didn't seem to be working.
"......Some time off from the work could help us a lot, honestly." The black and white cat faunus spoke up, shrugging very slightly. "Too much work is never good."
"See? Even Blakey agrees, c'mon! What's the worst that could happen?" Yang inquired with a smirk.
Weiss grumbled and reluctantly accepted the offer, maybe some time off could help. Regardless it didn't seem like she was going to be able to give 'no' as an answer anyway. They sure were persistent team members... Though she simply rolled her eyes.
Ruby smirked to herself at the display from Weiss. She was going to help her teammates have a great night! What WAS the worst that could happen, right?
...
...
...
That was a good four or five hours ago. Ruby anxiously looked around the interior of the theatre, biting her lip. The film was still on and she hadn't had a single chance to take care of a rather urgent need which was only growing. Normally she'd have dashed to the bathroom long ago but for some reason she felt like it'd be... silly. She knew she was the youngest but... not being able to wait until the end of the film to relieve herself? That would be... embarrassing. She instead crossed her leg over the top of the other, gently pressing her hand into her combat skirt and applying pressure to her private area, attempting to ease the pressure with the natural instincts that people for some reason had... "......Man...." She quietly mumbles to herself, wishing she never drank a single drop. How come no one else in her team was having any trouble with this? They shared the biggest soda she'd ever seen, and she was sure everyone drank as much as her at least! 2 years age gap didn't mean THAT much, surely?!
Little did the young huntress in training know, she wasn't the only one in distress.
Drumming her fingers against the armrest of the chair, the heiress of Schnee Dust bobbed her knees slightly up and down. She glanced to Ruby who returned her gaze, causing her to stop her movements at once.
("This is just a nuisance... ugh, I have to pee...") Weiss thought to herself with a groan of discomfort. The movie was fairly loud anyway. She was somewhat enjoying watching it until her body decided to alert her about such an annoying need. ("...Still... I'll hold it.") She thought, ("I'm not a little girl.") She instead folded her arms, glancing at the crimson girl again. She couldn't help but notice that she was... moving about a lot. Almost as if she was in the same positio-
...Oh.
Blake meanwhile was doing better than the other two, having held back a lot on drinking - out of both courtesy - and caution. She had a relatively difficult time holding a lot of pee and she was making sure to not have to worry about that problem. Especially so with the fact that her... scent, was a lot stronger than a non-faunus'. Washing it out was almost impossible. So Blake simply watched the film - engrossed in it. Her deep yellow eyes lingering...
Yang at least had nothing to worry about. She was completely asleep having drifted away in likely boredom during the course of the showing. Lucky.
...
A good hour passed... the movie at long last drawing to a halt...
Ruby whined quietly to herself, absolutely desperate. She felt her bladder making a prominent bulge against the waistband of her combat skirt which felt far too tight against her skin, straining and squirming around. She immediately got up to her feet, "B-Be right back!" She quickly blurted, making a livid dash out, leaving a trail of petals before anyone else even thought about starting to leave.
Weiss on the other hand was quivering slightly, thighs clenching to put ease on herself. "W-well that took far longer than I expected..."
"Wh-Wha? Movie's done?" Yang snapped awake, glancing around. She blinked, before shrugging. "Aw well, guess it must've been lame." She yawned with a stretch.
"...." Blake was entirely quiet remaining seated.
"Enough about the movie, let's just get going. Ruby already ran off." Weiss said, her face flushed red from both her own desperation - and slight turn on. The idea she had to run that fast put images into Weiss'-what was she doing?!
Filth...
"Really? Wow, guess she was in a hurry. Lemme guess, had to pee?" Yang smirked. "She has a habit of never going when out with people until it's really bad or until she's got a good excuse~"
Weiss blushed at the idea of several experiences like that, but shook her head. "We should probably hurry and catch up anyway. Let's go."
"Yeah, sure." Yang said, before noticing Blake still seated. "Uh... Blake, you oka-" She trailed off when she noticed that Blake's hands were very firmly between her legs.
"......" She had tears in her eyes, clinging on for dear life.
"A-are you-uh..." Yang froze a little bit. "Blake, can you stand?" She asked, first trying to clarify that much at least, her own face turning scarlet.
Blake simply shook her head. For some reason her urge had spiked mercilessly towards the end and now - she felt she was at her limit. Truth was, her urethra was already slowly but surely giving in, her panties slowly starting to get damp with her urine as she desperately pressed her finger straight against the source, essentially trying to plug it.
Yang seemed to slightly panic, "W-what do we do, then?! We can't just let her-"
Weiss suddenly shushed Yang, "Don't draw attention!" She spoke up, ignoring her own need in favor of Blake. "Listen, this'll sound like a crazy idea, but the lights are very dim and since you can't stand it's your only option." She said, before handing the totally bone dry, quite large cup of what WAS deluxe soda to Blake. "Use this."
Blake's eyes widened. "I-I can't do that!"
"People are already mostly cleared out anyway - it's just us that'll know you did anything! What, would you prefer wetting your pants?" Weiss asked, almost aggressive.
Yang felt herself almost nose bleeding at the sheer idea of Blake using the large soda cup as her toilet, but nodded. "Y-yeah, we can... we can go meet up with Ruby. Just leave the cup in the holde-"
"...I-I'll need someone to stand guard..." Blake grimaced, wrestling with her pants.
Yang felt her face turn hot. "U-uh, Weiss, you do it. I should check on my sister and all." She said, before quickly making a dash out.
Weiss pouted in protest. "Wait you can't just-! Ugh...! Fine..." She folded her arms, bending her knees inwards.
Blake felt absolutely ashamed but she was going to pee whether she liked it or not if she stood up - she knew that much - and she'd much rather it be somewhere that wasn't her clothes. She squirmed and writhed about as she barely managed to pull her bottom clothing items down to her knees, sweating lightly as she shuffled to the edge of the seat, a finger pressed directly into her exposed, dribbling folds as she used her other hand to quickly pick up the soda cup.
Weiss remained on guard, looking around carefully. She felt herself getting a lot more desperate in anticipation of Blake's own release, annoyingly enough. "C-could you hurry it up?!" Weiss practically begged.
"I'm... going as fast as I can!" Blake said, before she gave a quiet gasp as she relaxed herself, the cup held right at her flower. The sound of the credits music mostly overshadowed the sound - but up as close as Weiss and Blake, there was a distinct splattering of liquid violently clashing against plastic - before it turned into against other liquid, filling rapidly as Blake's release became completely unrestrained.
Despite the fact that she was in such a state of bliss, she was focused entirely on catching it all and was surprisingly quiet - only the sound of her exhaling through her nostrils in desperate breaths coming directly from her.
Weiss meanwhile was practically melting, doing her best to keep watch but her focus was so amiss as a result of her hand needing to be desperately clutching her own crotch, shifting left and right on the spot. She wasn't going to be rude to Blake as she was... well, taking care of business. But she was darn right tempted to scream at her to hurry up. It took a solid minute or so before Blake was done. She managed to fill the cup about halfway - considering the size, that was impressive. The aroma of Blake's musk was very strong - especially so close - and it made her absolutely furiously blush as she put the cup to the side. Whoever came in to clean would have to deal with that... at least she didn't wet herself...?
"....Don't speak of this ever again." Blake said, quickly fumbling to get her pants up, feeling the cold, wet touch of her panties against her satisfied girlhood.
"Whatever, let's just go already!" Weiss said quickly leading the way with no hesitation, having been pushed very far herself by that point.
((Whew, additional stuff will probably come soon! Sorry for going so dark lately.))
Edited May 16, 2016 by Moki
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As all of the desperation was unfolding with Blake and Weiss... there was still a problem going on for a certain 15 year old. Ruby had dashed out of the cinema faster than she thought her legs would be able to carry her, a massive burst of petals behind her as she stormed through the area to reach the bathroom before anyone else possibly could. She had to be fast, she had to be quick. She couldn't wait much longer!
The female skidded to a sudden, screeching halt however when she noticed a sign on the door to the bathroom - the place she'd be so well off at right about now.
Her eyes widened. "Wh-Wh, no, no that's not fair!" She whined, loudly, not caring about who was around her at that moment. She looked around, the corridors were still at least empty, so she had the luxury of furiously cramming her fingers against her crotch to aid in her efforts of holding back the reservoir she was containing within herself. There was a massive pressure towards her urethra, she felt every last drop trying to squeeze it's way out as she tightly clenched her eyes shut for a moment, struggling to keep control of herself.
She looked around. Where could she even... how could she even...? She felt her face burning hot, her body shaking and convulsing with the extreme effort she had to put in, sweat forming all over her skin as the heat only built. She couldn't focus very well.
Suddenly, however, there was a voice,
"Ruby?"
Ruby jumped in horror, spinning around slightly to look at who had spoken to her, feeling herself suddenly lose a quick spurt of hot urine which dampened her panties immediately, warming up her fingertips which she had firmly pressed into her crotch at that point. She couldn't release her grip if she wanted to. "It's not what it-"
It was Yang. And boy, did she look concerned all of a sudden. "Don't tell me. The bathroom's closed?" She asked, wincing slightly at her sister's predicament. Rather than wait for an answer, she simply continued, "Great... look, there's another bathroom further down the corridor, you can-"
And before Yang could even finish her sentence, Ruby had practically broken the soundbarrier and went down the corridor.
As the blistering wind blew past her from the force in going forward, she felt her bladder give a massive nudge - screaming to STOP what she was doing immediately!
And she had no choice but to obey, painfully falling to her knees right in front of the bathroom door, using both hands to stop herself. She felt her delicate area leaking pee now, the warmth consistent and wet as a dribble came through her panties and straight to her fingers. She pushed her fingers as hard as she could against her peehole, to the point where her skin turned even more white than what it already was, doing her absolute best to not explode there and then.
She tightly clenched her teeth, tears in her eyes, panting hard. "H-Haaahh, nhh...!" She groaned to herself, trying to muster up the strength to get to her feet. She slightly elevated herself, only to take a few more steps before she had to fall back down. Why did her body have to protest so much?! Stupid bladder...!
She writhed around on the spot, feeling another spurt come out. At that point her panties were soaked enough at the very crotch area, urine seeping through and dripping onto the floor. Little did the young huntress know, but she had left a very small dribble trail across the ground unwillingly, too.
Yang had caught up a while ago, but she remained at a distance, hoping Ruby would be able to get through, but seeing her struggling so much made her heart sink slightly. She didn't know how to help - at all. Should she have swept Ruby off the ground and quickly covered the rest of the distance? No, because she'd probably get a shock and piss as a result of that. Should she encourage her to go further? Maybe, but... the last thing the huntress needed was an audience.
...Speaking of audience...
There was an audience for the movie they just watched. The movie in which had just finished moments before. Yang's eyes slightly widened in realization - they would likely be coming this way RIGHT NOW! She looked back to Ruby. She had no choice. Either it was a little bit of embarrassment from her sister or the lifetime grief of the entire cinema audience.
Suddenly, she had covered the distance really quick and in one very fast swoop... "Come on!" She picked Ruby off the ground, quickly booting down the bathroom door.
Ruby's eyes widened in horror at that, and she tightly jammed her thighs together, her cape flailing in the movements like crazy. She coiled up in Yang's arms, and despite her best efforts, she was losing control fast, and after a few more moments, she literally couldn't hold it anymore after that sudden shock.
Yang came to a halt at the realization her arm under Ruby's legs was getting wet, gasping slightly.
Ruby shamefully closed her eyes tightly as she felt her bladder completely give in, a violent spray of pee gushing straight out of her folds and completely ignoring the barrier that was her panties, splashing right through it in an arc which wet Yang. Her skirt got wet pretty quickly as did her tights, the urine relentlessly covering her lower body. Yang at that point didn't really care about getting wet - her sister was going through one of the most mortifying things possible.
After a solid minute of non-stop gushing, Ruby finally stopped whizzing all over the place. Below her and Yang was a sizeable puddle... and the huntress was in total shock and disbelief. "........"
Yang very slowly put Ruby onto her feet, before putting her hands on her shoulders. "H-Hey, Ruby, it's alright..." She spoke, softly.
The crimson girl felt herself cringe at that, tears rolling down her face unwillingly. There was a build up of emotion inside of her, and she suddenly felt herself snap.
"L-Leave me alone, Yang!" She shouted, full of hurt, quickly retreating into a stall and locking it, leaning against the door.
The older sister was rather surprised - it wasn't often she got so upset she actually shouted at her, but she couldn't blame her younger sister too much. "....." Rather than say anything else to make things worse, Yang simply obliged, walking out of the bathroom.
The moment she heard the bathroom's main door close, Ruby simply broke down into tears. It was way too much to take in all at once. She felt cold, wet, her legs absolutely drenched... all she could do was just sob to herself.
...
Meanwhile, outside of the bathroom, Yang slipped on a fake "out of order" sign to make sure that no-one else would walk in, the mass crowd walking past with looks of discomfort. Most of the females complained about how 'all the bathrooms' were out of order, and likely went to find somewhere else...
It wasn't long before Weiss and Blake had made their way along - quite late after the large crowd.
Blake's face was still scarlet as she rubbed her upper arm.
Weiss was also blushing to herself, absolutely restraining herself from putting her hand onto her crotch. The rigid and almost aggressive movements of her thighs was enough to show just how bad she had to go. "A-Are you kidding me?! Out of order, too?!" She complained, fuming.
Yang shook her head, "It's a fake sign. Ruby uh... didn't make it in time." She explained, scratching the back of her head.
Blake frowned slightly at that, immediately feeling a great deal of sympathy. She was close to having not made it before - the only reason she did was luck, essentially... the leader of the team not making it sounded cruel.
Weiss felt herself shrink back a little bit. "...O-Oh..." Her own need practically vanished at that. While she was definitely fighting a little to hold it, she wasn't very close to actually full on urinating all over herself. "...Is she in there?"
"She's locked herself in a stall. I've tried talking to her but she won't listen to me. ...Maybe you could try...?" Yang asked, looking at Weiss.
"..." Weiss looked a little embarrassed, but she nodded. "...A-Alright... I'll give it my best shot..." She said, quietly. It wouldn't be proper to just go pee first in this situation, would it? That would surely make Ruby's situation worse... so Weiss simply mentally prepared herself. She was going to likely see Ruby soaked. She was going to have to hold her pee as well, for who knew how long. Both of those things terrified her, yet at the same time, mildly excited her... but she had to keep focused.
She opened the door to the bathroom... |
WARNING : CONTAINS SCAT
The shadows of the afternoon were growing long as the entourage made its way south along the highway, wending past fields and streams and wooded hillsides, led by a pride of bannermen and knights, of sworn swords and free riders over three hundred strong. Over their heads a dozen golden banners whipped back and forth in the western wind, emblazoned with the rampant griffin of Seymour.
In the middle of the column groaned a carriage, a huge wagon of oiled oak and gilded metal pulled by six heavy draft horses and defended by mounted spearmen and archers, front and rear. Curtains of dark blue velvet concealed the carriage's occupant from the world.
Inside, Queen Charlotte sighed and shifted uneasily in her seat. Sitting was getting very uncomfortable.
Four weeks of bad roads had taken them half the realm away to Knavesmire, where Lord Corbet had staged a great tourney to celebrate his son’s wedding to Lord Harner’s daughter, Sisley.
Lord Corbet himself had travelled to Godswick to invite Queen Charlotte for the celebration and request her to be his guest of honor, to which she had agreed.
The tourney had run for a fortnight and Queen Charlotte had stayed there till the end, gracing the event with her august presence and watching the finest knights and noblest lords of the kingdom contend with lance and sword in the fields beneath the towering walls of Knavesmire.
On the final day of the tourney, Charlotte herself had handed fifty thousand golden coins to the champion, thirty thousand to the man who came second, twenty to the winner of the melee, and ten thousand to the victor of the archery competition, and praised all the participants for their valiant efforts on the field.
Though Lord Corbet had prayed her to stay a little longer, the Queen had set back for the capital the very next morning, along with her retinue.
Now, just a day’s ride away from home, Charlotte was thoroughly exhausted, though not of travelling.
She had woken up in her pavilion that morning desperate to empty her bowels, but not wanting to relieve herself anywhere than a privy, she had decided to wait until they reached the King’s Fort.
Now, after hours of holding and waiting, the Queen’s discomfort was beginning to show. Her need had grown much worse than what it was in the morning and restlessness now crawled under her skin.
All that shit had been ramming at her hole for weeks now, telling her to open the gates so it could come out, but the Queen had clenched her ass tight shut every time the urge came to her. She had been holding it from the day they left the capital ten weeks ago, unwilling to go anywhere than her own privy, though she used the chamber pot to make waters whenever she felt the need.
She had been like this for as long as she could remember. Being a proper lady, she had trained her body to resist voiding her bowels while travelling, but she had never held this long ever before.
During her stay at Knavesmire, she did not find it all that difficult to keep her shit from coming out. The urge only came upon her once every half-hour or so, and most of the time she could make it go.
After a week into the tourney, her stomach was packed with so much shit that the string of her linen underpants was making her feel uncomfortable and her waist had become too big to allow her to fasten her drawers.
The pressure had grown considerably by the time they had set back for the capital, and each day it had been harder and harder to resist letting it out.
As the carriage crawled ahead on the stony track, the Queen stared critically at her abdomen. It was huge, bloated as it was with ten weeks’ worth of meals. She felt so heavy. And not at all well.
Sweat broke out on her brow, as she fought desperately to keep her anus closed. Just a few more hours and then she'd be home, she couldn't wait. Though by now, the anal contractions had become so frequent and so intense, it felt like it would soon be coming out, whether she was prepared for it or not.
She gasped looking out of the slightly pulled curtains, struggling to hold her shit in, wincing as the pressure in her bowels became almost unbearably painful.
She tried her best to distract herself but her efforts turned futile. A wave of urgency took her and Charlotte clenched her eyes as tightly shut as her anus. She held her breath as she battled to contain the massive load in her ass. For a moment she thought she was going to have to give up, it became so painful, but then the pressure eased slightly, and she released her breath abruptly. Sitting up straight, she continued to look out of the window, shivering with the effort it was taking to keep her ass closed. She was determined to fight it till the last.
I cannot give up, I cannot, she told herself firmly, even though her body was on the edge of collapsing. She had reached the point where she wanted to ask the carriage driver to stop so she could go relieve herself in the woods, once and for all. But she knew that was not a choice.
A proper lady would never disgrace herself by doing such a thing, I would just have to hold it.
These thoughts swirled around in her mind as another wave of desperation hit her. She almost lost control, and her knuckles whitened as her hands gripped the edge of her seat, pulling her bottom down against it, in an attempt to prevent the mammoth load inside her from getting out. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow, and her body began to tremble with the effort of clenching her anus as it threatened to open without her permission. She gritted her teeth, despair threatening to overcome her as she felt her asshole opening up despite her efforts. The tip of her turd started to emerge but she somehow managed to push it back in.
The Queen was on the verge of losing control and they were not even near the city yet. She was fighting against wave after wave of urgency as hard as she could but she didn’t know how long she could keep it up.
A proper lady always knows to suppress her needs, no matter how bad they get, she reminded herself but her body was failing. There was a thousand pounds of pressure inside her ass and no amount of will power was going to help her contain it much longer.
Ten minutes later, another strong wave of urgency took over her. This time it was harder to resist, and she had to grit her teeth and hold her breath while she forced her bowels into submission. She managed it, but it was quite a battle, and afterwards she let out a deep exhalation, “I don’t think I can hold much longer.”
In the next hour, Queen Charlotte had to fight a couple more times to avoid an accident as the pressure increased to an unbelievable degree. Her entire body was trembling with the effort it took her to contain herself.
She held on as long as she could, but just about an hour’s ride away from the city, her anus began opening up again. It took all her concentration, and her eyes crossed slightly as she gripped the edge of her seat and clenched with all of her strength, wiggling her bottom against the seat in an attempt to keep her shit inside.
She gasped in pain – she could bear it no longer. “I can’t hold it!” she wailed. It hurt too much to keep clenching, so she eased off a bit, and straight away the rounded tip of a thick, hard turd began to poke its way out of her anus. Worried, she quickly squeezed her buttocks together and forced her anus, little by little, to close up again. The turd slowly retreated, and she began to breathe again. She wiped some perspiration from her brow. The urge grew worse and she writhed in her seat, clenching her anus tightly shut against the enormous pressure threatening to force it open from within.
Desperately looking out of the window, Charlotte grimaced in discomfort as a new pain began to build inside her bottom. She clamped her buttocks together, and her sphincter tightly shut, as her shit pushed hard against the inside of her anus, but by now her body had weakened by the battle it had been fighting for so long. She was exhausted but she reminded herself that she didn’t have a choice.
If she soiled her clothes, everyone would know the moment she stepped out her carriage. She was the Queen, she couldn’t let that happen. Her dignity was at stake, she’d just have to hold it. No matter what.
But they were still far away from Godswick and she wasn’t sure she could hold it till they got there. They were moving at a snail's pace and the heat inside the carriage was only making things worse.
Queen Charlotte sat mortified as a sudden tinge of pressure from her anus spread to her stomach, there was something about the way it felt that told her 'this is it, it's coming out!'
She tried to clench harder but she felt her asshole pulsating with pressure, just seconds away from giving out completely. She knew she had to act before it was too late.
“Stop! Stop the damn thing!,” Charlotte shouted to the coachman, squeezing her buttocks together and jumping to her feet as she made towards the door.
From the knights and retainers in the front, to the baggage train in the end, the entire entourage came to a halt on the Queen’s command.
Her hands trembled as she opened the door – she could feel her anus opening up, and knew she would not be able to close it again until she had emptied herself once and for all.
Somehow containing herself, the Queen stepped out of the carriage, the beating of her heart telling her to hurry.
“Wait!” she commanded the handmaiden who was beginning to follow her into the woods. Nobody could know what she was going to do.
The Queen hurried into the forest with her hands squeezing her butt close, trying to get as far away from the entourage as possible. With every step feeling like her ass was going to burst, every swing of each leg feeling like that would be the end of it.
The forest was somewhat dark and primal, untouched for ten thousand years as the highway pierced through its chest. It smelled of moist earth and decay. This was a place of peaceful silence and only the sound of Charlotte’s labored gasps tore through it.
As she walked further into the woods, she could not contain the pressure any more. Her walk became a run, and she gasped as her shit started to push through, forcing her anus wider and wider. She no longer had any strength to resist.
With each step she felt the turd emerge more, it was thick and hard, and then, she could take it no longer.
In the dense cover of bushes, she lifted her gown and tore down her drawers and smallclothes. She could not even wait until she was squatting, but the instant her clothes were down and her legs just starting to bend, the thick log inched its way out until the tip was level with her knees before breaking off. As the foot long turd fell to the ground with a thud, Charlotte let out a heartfelt moan of relief with her face thrown up and her eyes shut. The feeling of release after all the holding and resisting was bliss.
Still partly squatted, she released a stream of piss while thick but soft logs of shit continued to drop out of her. She didn’t even have to push, it just kept sliding out, one after the other, the chirping of birds only muffled by the loud sound of her piss hitting the dry leaves. She was tired.
Just twenty minutes ago, she was sitting in her carriage, praying to the Mother to give her strength to endure the journey home, now she had turned into a lethal canon, her ass shooting turds almost thick as cucumbers.
Her face covered in sweat, she just stared ahead into the sea of leaves and branches, just letting it happen on its own. It was shameful, but she needed to do it. How long could she have battled, how long could she have endured.
A slight grunt escaped her throat as turds continued to slide out of her beautiful asshole, one of them growing over three feet long. It felt so good to finally release it. Let it all come out. How she had managed to hold it this long she would never know. She was just thankful that it was finally over.
Slowly but steadily the weight in her bowels decreased and her breathing evened out. She had held it for so long, the relief made her light headed. All that pressure she had been fighting for weeks was finally out, she was free.
When she was done, the Queen wiped her butthole with leaves, before pulling up her underclothes and adjusting her gown of sea-green silk, almost stepping into her dung while doing so. The forest was quiet and serene again and she could hear the birds sing.
Flies hovered around her enormous pile of wet shit as it sat on the forest floor, plants and grass squashed away by the weight of her heavy dropping.
She wondered what some unaware hunter would think if he saw this heap of dung. She was sure he would not imagine a lady to have done it. A lady could never hold this much.
She’d been defecating big her whole life, but this was undoubtedly the biggest dump she had ever taken. Walking around carrying all that weight in her ass had been really difficult and only gods knew how relieved she was now that it had all come out.
In her entire life, this was the first time she had taken a shit elsewhere than a privy. It was beyond humiliating, but other than that, if anybody ever found out what she was doing in these woods, she’d be forced to flee the kingdom out of pure shame.
The thought of fleeing terrified her. She wanted to rule. She was born to rule. It was a life of wealth, finery and power that suited her, not that of work. Only she deserved to be on the throne and no one else.
Then suddenly, the realization if how long she’d been dawned upon the Queen. She had taken too long and she had to get back before they came looking for her. She quickly plucked a bunch of wildflowers and turned towards the road, walking with a hand on her now empty stomach.
She felt so light now, as if she could jump and fly, but the worry of being found out anchored her relief down.
Queen Charlotte stepped out of the woods a free woman, feeling light as a feather. Now she didn’t care how long it took to reach the capital.
“I went to pick these flowers, they’re beautiful aren’t they?” she said to the guard who stood waiting for her near her carriage, “Now let us go, my son must be waiting for me.” |
Sherry took a long sip of her ice cold coca-cola. She felt the condensation in her right hand that was grasping the chilled glass. In her left hand held her phone. She was mindlessly shifting through all of her social media sites to catch up on all the gossip and make sure all of her selfies didn't make her look bad. Sherry was a 16 year old blond year old girl who was slightly smaller than her peers, however he had a wonderfully proportioned waist and large bottom to make up for it, along with average breast. She had beautiful crystal blue eyes. She was considered to be very popular at her school, but she was by no means a bully, she was happy to hang out with any one from any social group if they were nice. She finished up her browsing, and stood up from her lawn chair and enjoyed the sunset summer breeze. After un-tucking her striped pink shirt from her black yoga pants, she walked back to her house and entered through the backdoor into her kitchen. Her mother, Mary, looked like a 45-year old version of Sherry. Mary was busy cleaning dishes as Sherry said hello and contributed her now empty soda glass to her mothers work. "Thanks" Mary sarcastically accepted. "Absolutely" Sherry chimed back with a joking smile. Sherry then went through her own mental to-do list. Taking care of her teeth was the top priority, as she had to keep them nice and white for the boys, not that she had ever had a boyfriend. Shyness can be cruel sometimes.
She went upstairs, and passed through her room into her private bathroom. She noticed her soda from earlier had actually made her more thirsty, so she decided to drink some water from her bathroom sink before she started the careful procedure that was brushing her teeth. She hated eating or drinking after brushing her teeth because the mint always screwed up the flavors. Her bathroom cup was pretty small, so she had two cup fulls of water. With her thirst quenched, she brushed, rinsed, and flossed her teeth. By the time Sherry had finished, the sun had gone down in favor of the full moon. She decided since she had a few hours left she would play some NES Castlevania. Yeah she was a bit of a nerd. But first she changed into her flannel pajama pants and long, black, soft pajama shirt. She set up her game and set off. Halfway through her play through she heard her sister use a bathroom down the hall. Her name was Kayla and was three years younger than Sherry. The bathroom visit reminded Sherry that Kayla was getting a lot better at not wetting the bed which she had never truly outgrew, as she had not had an accident in a month. Meanwhile Sherry had not wet her bed since she was ten years old. Kayla looked very similar to Sherry, except she had brunette hair inherited from her father and green eyes, and she was a little smaller of course. Another hour and a half later, Sherry became too tired to finish the game and decided to call it a night. She strutted to her bed and brought the covers over her. She had pink sheets with white blankets and a blue pillow. She went through another to-do list to make sure she didn't forget anything. She didn't know why, that's a habit she had for school not for summer. Eh, so that must mean there is nothing for her to do. With that comforting thought, she drifted into sleep.
Se stirred and fidgeted throughout the night. Eventually she drifted into a dream. In her dream, she was standing in her room, talking to her mom. More like her mom was talking to her. She apparently had some chores she wanted Sherry to do while she went to work. Sherry nodded to the instructions, but she wasn't really paying attention, she was just absorbing the information. She sensed something would happen. She was right on the money, a moment later the fire alarm went off, and the ceiling sprinkler ( which she didn't really have in real life ) released their contents. But something was unusual about their pattern. The water all seemed focused on her legs. During the whole situation her mom kept talking louder. Not only that, her voice became more clear,... and ... more real..."Hm?" Sherry woke and sat straight up. She heard her mother walking towards her door asking her god knows what. OH. MY. GOD. Sherry felt her panties, pajama pants, sheets, and blankets were warm and wet. She lowered herself to get a smell. Yep. Urine alright. She had peed her bed. She just...froze. Her face got all red with embarrassment and she could just not move. Her mom barged in asking what she wanted for breakfast. But Mary stopped mid sentence when she saw the look on Sherry's face. What was wrong? Was she bullied? Mary went to go ask what was wrong, and as she approached Sherry's bed her face got filled with more red embarrassment. As Mary began to investigate, she put her right hand on Shelly's shoulder and her left hand on the bed. It took her a second, but she recognized the unmistakable feel of a peed on bed. She just wasn't used to feeling it in Sherry's mattress. "It's fine Sherry, it was just an accident, it doesn't mean your a bad person" Mary told Sherry with a sympathetic face. " Here, get out of bed and get out of your clothes. We'll put all of them in the wash. It's fine, Kayla had an accident too so its not to much extra work to do". Sherry didn't respond, she just complied and got out of bed. As Mary took off the sheets, Sherry pondered what had just happened. She was absolutely mortified.
*Fun fact, this was my very first story! As such, any and all feedback as well as suggestions or request are welcome. Being a lurker for as long as i have, i could have never guessed how hard writing these could be! |
Faust apologizes for the delays in Another Note....Though, Faust has had an inspiration to write a small scene, which he thanks Omocommando for. getting the inspiration for. Faust is still very much working on Another Note, but he wanted to add another little set of stories.
Faust hopes that you all can enjoy it...even though it might be a bit wordy. Faust wanted to make sure you could appreciate the story, even if you haven't played Magic before....And might have gone a tiny bit overboard. ^^;
Faust hopes you enjoy, regardless.
Faust's Magic Adventures:
[Chapter 1: Beginnings]
"Aha..! I've got you now!"
A resounding thud would ring out in the cafeteria.....If the person across from him wasn't throwing down something barely thicker than a piece of paper. Instead, the card landed with a soft 'Fwip', as the brown haired boy across from him grinned a devil's smile. Several cards painted with black ink littered the table in front of him, as he leaned back.
"Tremble in fear of my Nightmare!" he called, throwing his hands up. "Listen to it's Neigh! The Thunder of it's hooves will beat your dreams into despaaaaaair! For with my Nine swamps, I can..."
"Hubris." Faust replied almost effortlessly, two blue-etched cards on his side turned sideways, as he laid down a card. The brunette flinched, and then groaned
"I...you...! Faust..! Aghhhh!!!" the boy snapped, slumping over on the table. "If you didn't have that, I'd...I'd.....Blahhh."
"Ahaha..Sorry Shijima." Faust called, waving his head. "But..you know I can't let you beat me."
"Yeah, but still." The boy retorted, leaning back up. "You should show some respect for the head nerd at the nerd table."
"Can you really be called that if you keep losing, Daichi?" another voice called, belonging to a homely girl with dark green hair that swirled down to her hips. "At this rate, Faust'll take over your title."
"Ah, can it, Tsuyu." Daichi moaned back, leaning in his chair. "He's not a real nerd. He's just a passing visitor in our Empire of Nerdom. Like a wandering Samurai, without a home."
"Hey, I'm plenty nerd, Shijima." Faust protested, chuckling. "Though, I'm hardly a 'Wandering Samurai'
"You mean, like a Ronin?" Tsuyu added, putting a hand on her chin. "A Samurai without a Lord, or Master."
"Oh, but he already has one of those." Daichi's voice mused, grinning. "And she's the reason that he's not a full blown nerd. Miss popular, prettiest girl in the school, eyes for none other than our lord Bushido here."
"C'mon..Yuno's nice." Faust remarked, waving his hands.
"She isss." Daichi remarked, shaking his head. "But, she's way too popular to come by our table, and play our games."
"Uh...Daichi?" Tsuyu remarked, seeing someone approaching.
"I mean, yeah...It's a trading card game." Daichi called, never noticing the pink hair. "Where, it's mostly random chance, and we pretend to be wizards and Sorcerors and such..But it's not THAT nerdy! Hell, We could be in full cosplay, calling out our cards to the heavens, and explaining what pot of freaking greed does twenty episodes..."
"What are you talking about, Shijima?" an all too familiar voice called, a head of pink peering over his shoulder at the table.
"A..Ahhh! Gasai!" he stammered, nearly falling back out of his seat. "W-w-w-we...were just like, totally playing our....magic game."
"I just kicked his butt." Faust added, earning a snapped glare from the brunette.
"How was I supposed to know you had a counter to my Nightmare?" he snapped with a frown.
"Because he has a counter for everything." Tsuyu interjected, prompting a nudge from the brunette.
"Shut it.." he snapped, starting to scoop up his cards. "Sorry Gasai. I know that this kind of thing is too dorky for....You?"
Yuno had leaned over the table at this, lifting up the card that Daichi had in front of him. Magenta eyes wandered over the card, scanning over it.
"Nightmare...eh?" she called, quietly. "So...it's a Horse....but..."
"Yeah, it's a bad pun." Faust addresed, with a small chuckle. "It's Daichi's strongest card. Though, it's still easily countered.."
"Ah, shove it." Daichi called, holding his hand out lightly. "It's just a thing we game sometimes. It's not like we're actually wizards, fighting for superiority."
"Well, not all the time." Faust snickered under his breath, catching a cold glare from the boy across from him as Yuno handed him back his card.
"Yuno...would be interested in learning how to play this game."
"Yeah yeah, so we're dor...wait what?" Daichi remarked, his eyes going wide. "You.....wanna learn how to play magic?"
"Sure." the pinkette called, smiling. "It seems like fun...And if Faust is playing it with others, then it might be fun to play as well."
"Ohhh..pinch me.." Daichi swooned, his eyes sparkling. "I must be dreaming....Magic, making it to the popular crowd..."
"You should totally get Faust to teach you, Gasai." Tsuyu called, with an easy, loose grin. "He's the best one at the table at it."
"H..hey! I was going to offer to teach.." Daichi started, as the pinkette turned.
"Yuno would love it if Faust would teach her!" the girl mused back, cuddling up to Faust as he smiled lightly.
"Ah..? Oh, sure.." He remarked easily, waving a hand. "I'll need to get some cards together, but I could teach you no problem. After school, of course."
"Of course!" Yuno mused back, giving him a light peck on the cheek as she started off again. "Yuno's looking forward to it!"
The girl started off with a skip in her step...as a quiet pause went over the group. Faust looked across the table at Daichi, who was still holding his card.
"You..uh...gonna be okay, Shijima?"
"I'll treasure this card forever.." The boy blindly mused. "The card Yuno touched with her perfect hands......"
"Shijima..?"
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Several hours later, Faust slid down in his chair, looking up at the pinkette that followed him home, slinging his bag onto the couch.
"So...Faust was going to teach Yuno?" she addressed, striding over to the counter. "How to play this...Magic Game?"
"Ah..Yeah, sure." Faust started, pulling out another seat. "Well, I suppose we should start from the top..."
It was a lengthy discussion, but no matter how much he droned on, the boy could see the girl was paying attention in her eyes, intruged by what he spoke.
There were five colors in magic to work with. White,which was generally defensive, healing, and several smaller minions teaming up. Blue, which was centered around strategy, and thinking two steps ahead of your opponent. Black, the color of death, and ruthlessness. It was a high risk, high reward color, that fixated on an advantage, at a price. Red, the color of passion, power, and chaos. It was about hitting hard, and fast...Taking a short turn game over the long run, and ending things quickly. And Green, the color of life, and nature...specializing in summoning big monsters, and overwhelming through raw strength. There were cards that lacked colors too, usually tools or ancient artifacts....
In some cases, even creatures made out of machinery.
"Since you're just starting out, I'd reccomend you use gre-" Faust started, as the pinkette leaned up into him.
"Yuno wants to use Red!" the girl quickly selected, putting her hands together. "The color of Passion, and power..! Yuno thinks that sounds like fun!"
"...Ah.. what the hell?" Faust remarked, shrugging his shoulders a bit as he started around. "Sure, you can try Red. Let's see...where did I put those cards...."
A quick rummage through his things, and Faust eventually returned with a sizable box. Setting it on the table, he opened it up, and started to thumb through a myraid of cards...
"Let's see...I haven't really gotten into it.." Faust started lightly, thumbing out. "But...I think I have enough cards for form up a deck for you."
There were a multitude of card types in the game. Lands, which typically generated Mana to play the many cards, and made up a significant portion of a deck. Creatures, which were beings, and monsters you summoned forth to fight with....Sorceries, which were one-time spells you could cast for a benefit...
Instants, which were like sorceries, but could be played at any time...Enchantments, that were sort of magic spells, but they remained after being cast......and Artifacts, which were various knick-knacks, tools, or machinations that could be summoned forth for various purposes.
"Yuno...thinks she gets it..?" The girl called, looking mildly puzzled. "Creatures..lands...Sorcer..."
"You know, maybe it'll be better if we play a game." Faust offered, the pinkette nodding a bit.
"Sure. Just..be patient with Yuno, okay Faust?"
"Of course, Yuno. Always." Faust assured, as he started to go through the cards he had, thumbing through for Red cards the girl could use. After a few minutes of pacing through them, he eventually held out the small stack of cards to the girl.
"Here you go." He called, lightly. "Shuffle these up really good...And I'll grab my deck. Then, we can play your first game."
Faust cleared off the table of cards, shuffling his cards in his hands, and looking up at Yuno. She watched the way his hands moved....and mimicked the gesture perfectly. Faust gave a small smile, before setting his deck on the table, and gesturing for Yuno to do the same. As she did, he then reach for his deck.
"Now...draw Seven cards." he explained, picking up the cards in his hand, and looking over them. Yuno paused, and did the same, magenta eyes glancing over the cards in her hand. "Now..do you have at least two 'lands'?"
"Yes.." Yuno started lightly, looking over. "Yuno has..lands, and a creature, and..."
"That'll do." Faust remarked lightly, waving his hand. "I'll go first, just to show you how it's done...okay?"
"Okay." Yuno called, giving him an easy smile. "Yuno'll try her best."
Faust then looked at his hand..Judging it, and then turned.
"Alright..so, you start your turns at untapping..." He started, before lightly pausing. "Um...more on that in a bit. Then, you hit a phase called..'Upkeep'...Which..is relavent if your cards say something on it."
"O..kay.." Yuno stated, lightly.
"Ah.." Faust stammered, before reaching. "Then, you draw a card from your Library. That's your deck here. Though...If you go first, you don't draw on your first turn."
"Yuno..comprehends."
"Now..you enter a main phase." He added, feeling a bit flustered...but then taking a small breath. "On your main phase, you can do a buncha things. Play a land, a creature, that kind of thing.."
He thumbed for a card in his hand, and laid it down.
"For example, I'm playing this..an Island." he called, lightly. "Now..if I have a card in my hand that costs one...Or, one blue..then, I can tap it.."
He turned the island sideways, as if to show the girl.
"And, use this blue to play that card." he stated, scanning his cards. "Though, I don't have anything. So, I skip my Combat Phase...and then, skip my second main phase....and end my turn."
"Yuno sees.." she called, before looking at her cards, and her deck. "So...Untap...Upkeep...and..Yuno draws, Yes?"
"Yes."
"Okay.." The girl called, picking a card off the top of her deck. "Yuno then..enters a main phase..And plays..This."
She pulled out a card of her own, and set it down. A red-colored card..
"A mountain." she started, scanning her other cards. "Can Yuno play more mountains?"
"Yeah, but only one per turn." Faust remarked lightly, looking a bit nervous he forgot that.
"Yuno sees.." She called, scanning over her cards once more. "Yuno has some cards that say 'Target Creature'.....Can she play those, without a creature?"
"Ah..No." Faust remarked, lightly. "You need to have a target for those, or they don't really work."
"Yuno sees, Yuno sees.." She mused, before lowering her hand a bit. "Yuno's done then! Faust's turn again."
"Alright.." Faust remarked, turning his island back right way up. "This is what 'untapping' is. Tapping a card is like..'exhausting' it...Or..using it..or...Yeah."
"Then upkeep, and draw..Yes?" Yuno chimed in, the boy relaxing a bit and nodding.
"Right." He called, picking up a card off the top of the deck. "Then...if I have one, I can play another land.."
He set another island down, and looked over his cards. Seeing one, he then raised his hands over them.
"And, since I have a card that only needs two land.." he called, turning them sideways. "I tap my two islands...and I play...Jeskai Sage."
He pulled a creature card from his hand, and set it on the table, for Yuno to look over. The card had a picture of a monk doing a handstand..with two fingers. An impressive feat....
"He's a 1/1...Which..Right." he started, before gesturing. "The numbers on the bottom represent a creature's power, and toughness. Power is how much damage the creature can do...and Toughness is how much damage they can take, before dying."
"So..he can only take one damage?" Yuno interjected, the boy nodding.
"Right." Faust stated, lightly. "He's..very frail. Any amount of damage will kill him. Though, he has an ability that will let me draw a card if he dies."
"Yuno sees.." She mused, looking over. "And...'Prowess?"
"Ah..That's another thing.." he remarked. "Basically, if i play something that isn't a creature, he gets stronger...But only for the turn."
"Must be the mystical monk-y powers." Yuno remarked, providing a loud snrk from the boy.
"D.dammit." he quipped between laughs, as he looked over his cards. "Yeah...That..That'll be the end of my turn."
"Hehehe.." the pinkette giggled, drawing her card. "Yuno puts down another Mountain....And then.."
She turned her two mountains sideways, tapping them, before putting down her own creature.
"Yuno will play...Reckless Cohort!" she called, confidently. "He..has to attack every turn, if able. And..is a 2/2."
"Oooh, nice." Faust remarked, lightly. "Oh...I forgot to mention, but...Creatures can't attack, or tap the same turn you put them down. They have 'Summoning Sickness', which wears off at the start of your turn."
"Ah..Yuno sees." The pinkette called, looking over. "Though, Yuno's creature is stronger! So, when Yuno attacks..Her monster would beat Faust's."
"Ah, yeah." Faust responded, nodding. "Though, blue usually has a trick or two up their sleeve..To make things trickier. Like 'Prowess' on this guy.."
"Mmm.." Yuno mused, grinning a lightly devious grin. "Yuno hopes you're prepared.."
Faust couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but untapped his lands all the same, and drew his next card.
"I'll play an Island....." he stated, before turning his sage sideways. "And..I'll attack with my sage!!"
"Are you attacking my creature..?" Yuno asked, quietly.
"Ah..no.." he started, lightly. "You see...attacking with a creature only goes after players. You can block with your own creatures if you want...and they'd do combat. Both sides do damage at the same time, based on their attack, to the other's toughness. So, if you blocked my creature, it'd do one to yours...and you'd do two to mine. Which...would kill mine."
"But, blue has lots of tricks up it's sleeve." Yuno mused, with a grin. "What if..Yuno doesn't block?"
"Ah.." Faust called, smiling a bit as the girl was picking up on things easily. "Then, it'll hit Yuno directly. And, she'll take damage to her life total, equal to the creature's attack power."
"And how much life does Yuno have?"
"Twenty." Faust remarked, lightly. "You start at twenty...and if you go to Zero or less, you lose."
"Yuno sees." The girl addressed, nodding. "Yuno will....not block your sage."
"Alright.." Faust remarked, tapping his cards sideways. "then, I'll pay two blue..and play this spell. 'Anticipate.'"
"Ah..an instant?" Yuno called, looking over it. "So..you can play that at any time...right?"
"More or less." Faust remarked lightly, waving his hand. "I look at the top three cards of my Library, and put one in my hand. The other two go to the bottom of it."
"Yuno sees." she said again, nodding. "And..since it's not a creature spell.."
"Yep.." Faust remarked, as he picked up the cards to select. "He goes up to a 2/2 for the turn...and Yuno will take two damage."
Yuno nodded, tapping the table with a finger.
"So..Yuno is at..18 life." She called, the boy nodding.
"Right." He stated, lightly. "If you'd have blocked, you would have lost your creature instead to that. Since I attacked though, my creature can't block yours because it's tapped, and a tapped creature can't block. So...with that out of the way....that'll be the end of my turn."
"Alrighty then.." Yuno mused, untapping her mountains, and drawing her card. "Yuno plays another Mountain....and then plays this card! Dragon Mantle!"
She put down an enchantment, looking the card over. The mantle had to be put on one of her creatures...Which, in this case, would be her Reckless Cohort. "It says Yuno gets to draw a card, so she does that.....And.."
"As a small note.." Faust interrupted, holding up a finger. "With that, you can use your red mana to make your Cohort stronger for the turn."
"Ahhh..so that's what that symbol means." she called, tapping a land card. "A mountain, and Yuno powers him up to a 3/2.....Then.."
She tapped her creature, grinning confidently.
"Yuno will attack you, Faust!"
"Ah...and you can use that ability at any time, like an instant." Faust added, as he lightly thumbed his cards.
"Yuno knows.." She called, before tapping her last mountain. "But..Yuno wants to play...This! Rush of Adrenaline!"
"Ahh...that buffs your creature up by +2/+1." Faust remarked, starting to tap his island. "So, it's a 5/3, until the end of the turn."
"And Faust takes 5 damage...right?"
"Right..that would be the case.." Faust remarked, before dropping down a card. "But, I think your creature's looking...Thirsty."
He dropped down another instant, grinning.
"Hydrosurge..?" Yuno remarked, looking it over. "Ah...! It makes Yuno's creature lose 5 power for the turn..! So..Faust..doesn't take any damage."
"Right." Faust mused, with a small grin. "I'd imagine it soaks your creature in water, so it's too waterlogged to fight."
"Like when Yuno drinks too much, and is too desperate to make a move?"
The sudden left-field comment made Faust flinch and blush, lightly averting his gaze.
"U..Um..Y..yeah.." he stammered, as the girl stood up for a bit, striding to the kitchen...and then returning to the table, with a glass of water.
"Yuno has an idea..." she mused, lightly tilting the glass to her lips with a small sip. "As a 'Thank you' For teaching her...Yuno will...make you a small deal."
"A..ah...?"
The girl tilted back the glass, downing her beverage with a quick few gulps.
"Every time Faust stops Yuno, or out-plays Yuno......Yuno will drink." she mused, grinning widely. "And if Faust wins..Yuno will..pee herself... For Faust's enjoyment."
Faust blushed ear to ear, still embarrassed at how his secret had gotten out, and Yuno continually teased him with it....before he gave a small nod.
"Y..Yeah." he responded, with a flush. "I..understand. Sou..sounds like a plan."
Yuno gave the turn over to Faust, and he drew his card with a slightly trembling hand, still flustered from her offer.
"Alright..I'll untap...and draw..." Faust started, looking over his hand. "I..don't have another land....so, I'll just end my turn."
"Okies." Yuno mused, drawing her next card. "Yuno plays another land...and then...She'll play this card for one red."
She tapped a mountain, and then held out a card. "Spark jolt! Which..lets me do a damage to a creature, or player. Like you, Faust! Then...'Scry 1?'"
Scrying was an effect that let you look at the top card of your deck..and put it back on the top, or bottom of it. Rather than asking, she read the card on it...and then started to reach for her card....but Faust held up a finger.
"One second.." Faust remarked, eying his cards.. and tapping two islands.
"I'll respond by playing...Psychic rebuttal." He added, showing the card to the girl to see. "It lets me counter..Er, stop your card from doing anything, if it targets me specifically."
"Oh, shoot." The girl called, starting to stand up. "Yuno was tricked again. Yuno has to dri.."
"Oh..and since i have two or more instants or sorceries in my graveyard.." he called, lightly. "The second effect lets me...Copy and play that card for my own uses..and target something of yours."
"Oh...! Goodness!" Yuno called, as he directed towards her creature. "Yuno needs to get...two drinks now."
"Mmm.." Faust mused, lightly. "Damage that doesn't kill a creature will last on it until the end of the turn...At which it'll recover.."
"Ah...Yuno sees.." She mused, lightly as she tilted back her first glass. "So..My creature has 1 toughness until the end of the turn..Right?"
"Kinda, yeah." Faust remarked, looking at his top card thanks to the scry ability, and putting it back. He watched Yuno down the second glass of water, and then come back to the table.
"My reckless cohort attacks!" she continued, starting to tap her cards sideways, and gesturing. "And..I'll give him this to make him stronger! Titan's strength!"
"Ah...+3/+1." Faust remarked, lightly. "And...you get to scry 1."
"Right." Yuno mused, looking at the top card..and placing it on the bottom of her deck. "Though, now Yuno's creature is a 5/3!...Or, 5/2, with Faust's jolt."
"Uh huh." Faust remarked, sliding his creature up. "So, since my Sage got powered up by my rebuttal...It's strong enough to kill your creature, Even if you kill mine."
Yuno lightly snapped her fingers, shaking her head a bit.
"Oh well." she mused, lightly. "So..both of our creatures are dead.."
"Which..lets me draw a card." Faust remarked, gesturing towards his sage as he drew a card.
"Uh huh..But Yuno has this..!" she called, setting down another creature as she tapped two more mountains. "An..Immobilizer Eldrazi..!"
"Ah..a 2/1." Faust remarked, as the girl gestured to him. "So..my turn now.."
He untapped his islands, and drew his card. "Then...I'll pay 2 blue to put another Jeskai sage on the field. And...that'll be my turn."
"Oooh..the 1/1 that lets Faust draw a card when it dies..and gets stronger with non-creature spells."
"Right..." he replied, as he watched the girl untap her lands, and drawing her card. "Um..What does..'Haste' mean?"
"Oh..that lets a creature attack the same turn it's played." Faust addressed, thinking of the cards. "Circumventing summoning sickness..."
"Ahhh..Yuno sees." The girl mused, before tapping two mountains. "Yuno plays another Immobilizer..." Another mountain... "and then, plays this!"
Another fwip could beard as the card hit the table, and she grinned.
"Ah..Expedite." Faust remarked, lightly. "So..it gains haste..and you'll get to draw a card too."
"Right!" Yuno mused, before leaning forward again. "So..Yuno will attack with Both of her creatures now!"
"Alright..I'll block one with my sage.." Faust started, before tapping his two islands. "And...I'll play Hubris. This lets me return one of your creatures to your hand."
"Ohhh..Foiled again." Yuno lightly protested, getting up from her seat again, and filling another glass. "Yuno has to drink...again."
Faust could see the girl starting to lightly tense up as she downed her glass, returning with a small..tensed smile.
"So, these two die..and that one goes to your hand." He called, putting his card in his graveyard. "And...I draw a card from sage."
"R..right." Yuno called, crossing her legs lightly. "Yuno..will end her turn now."
"Okay.." Faust remarked, untapping his lands, and drawing again. "I'll..play another island, and that'll be my turn."
"O..okay." Yuno remarked, lightly trembling in her seat as she untapped her lands, and drew again. She idly looked over her cards, before tapping down two lands. "Yuno plays another Reckless cohort.... And, the immobilizer Eldrazi again."
Faust eyed up the cards again, nodding slightly as he looked over his own cards once again. As he did though, the girl seemed to pause...as if suddenly wary of what he had to play. He lightly shook his head, the girl gesturing her hand at him again.
"Yuno's turn is over.."
"Alright.." Faust started, lightly. "Another Island..and that's my turn."
Yuno trembled a bit, rocking her hips slightly as she untapped her cards...and drew her next card. She bit her lip slightly...and then tapped down a mountain.
"Yuno plays..this." she called, setting down another card. "Another..Spark jolt."
Faust paused, and nodded, waving his hand.
"It goes through." Faust mused, lightly. "I go to 19 life."
He could almost see the girl lightly sag in relief, before she looked at her top card..and then put it on the bottom of her deck.
"And..Yuno will attack..!" she called, rocking forward slightly as Faust held up his hand.
"I play.." he started, tapping four of his six lands. "This...A Nivix barrier. He's a 0/4 that i can play at any time....."
"O..okay.." Yuno stated hesitantly, as Faust pointed at one of her creatures.
"And, when he enters, one of your creatures loses 4 power for the turn."
"O..Ohhh.." Yuno groaned softly, placing a hand on her belly as she stood up to get another drink, downing it quickly and returning to the table.
"So..I can block one of them...And the other won't do any damage to me." Faust remarked as she returned, the girl's legs starting to shake in need.
"Y..Yuno ends her turn." she called shakily, her free hand lowering to her lap to hold herself.
"Alrighty.." Faust started, untapping his islands, and drawing a card. "I'll play another Island...and..."
He turned all seven of his islands sideways, before setting down a card of a sphinx with brilliant wings.
"Alhammerret, High Arbiter. He's a 5/5 creature that flies...and lets me look at your hand...Then, forbid you from playing one non-land card."
Yuno winced, turning her two cards to the boy...and whimpering softly.
"Does that count as 'stopping' or 'Out-playing?'" Faust asked with a coy smile, the girl flinching.
"Y..Yuno supposes.." she called, crossing her legs over one another as she stood up once again...and filled up the glass with a shaky hand. She sipped at the drink carefully, no longer chugging the beverage haphazardly, but quietly nursing it. Faust could see the girl rocking her hips in need, grinning as she eventually returned to her seat.
Faust took one of the two cards in her hand, and set it on the table to show what she couldn't play...before gesturing with his own hands.
"That'll end my turn." Faust remarked, as the girl nodded quietly...and untapped her lands. She bit her lips softly as she drew her card, looking it over..and then setting her cards down. slightly.
"Y..Yuno has to attack with her cohort.." she remarked with a tight expression, biting her lips. "W..which..Faust can block...if he wants.."
Faust paused, looking at his creature, before shaking his head.
"Go ahead. I'm at 17 now." Faust remarked with a small smile, watching the girl breath a small sigh of relief...Her other hand practically buried in her skirt.
"Y..Yuno will end her turn.." she uttered softly, her legs bouncing in place as Faust started his own turn.
"I'll put down a land.." he remarked, bemoaning his amount of land. "And...attack with my Flying creature. He can't be blocked by things on the ground...So, you can't block him."
"Y.Yuno sees.." she called, rocking her hips a bit more as she bit her lips. "Down to...To 13.....I..is it Yuno's turn?"
"Yes." Faust mused, waving his hands slightly as the girl untapped her cards.
"Yuno draws.." She called, flinching as she looked over the field. "And..Yuno will..tap this to play..Goblin Glory Chaser."
"Ah..a 1/1." Faust mused lightly, watching the girl writhe in agony. "He gets stronger if he hits a player for damage. Though..."
"Y..Yuno has to attack.." she interjected, turning the Cohort sideways as she whimpered.
"I'll block with my 0/4." Faust remarked, lightly. "So..nothing happens."
"O.okay.." Yuno stammered back, crossing her legs over one another as she whined. "I..Is the game almost over..? Yuno's...really got to pee..."
"Soon enough.." Faust remarked with a naughty grin, gesturing. "Is it my turn now?"
"Y..Yes."
"Alright." Faust remarked, untapping his creature and looking over his cards. "I'll pay two blue..and play...Tightening Coils on your Goblin. It squeezes, and constricts him..So he loses 6 power, and as such, can no longer do any damage to me. If he can't damage me, he won't be able to get stronger."
Yuno looked near tears at this, standing from her seat and trembling as she waddled towards the sink. Faust could practically feel the desperation, and anguish in her expression as the glass was first filled up....And then shakily downed, the liquid forming quickly in her belly, and feeling as if it was poured directly into her bladder. She took her seat with a shaky, trembling expression on her face, whimpering softly.
"My Flying creature attacks....and you're down to 8 now." Faust called, before gesturing back at her "Your turn."
"O..O..O..okay.." Yuno stammered, untapping her lands with a shaky hand and drawing her card. "Yuno..Yuno will play a Mountain...A...and...At..attack with her.."
"I'll block it.."
"R..rig..Right...." she called, whimpering and rocking her hips more. "Y..Yuno's turn is over..."
"Alllright." Faust mused, drawing his card..and grinning slightly. "So..I'll play an Island, and attack with my sphinx."
"Y..Yuno's at 3..."
"Mm.. And that'll be my turn." Faust called, leaning back in his chair as the girl groaned, shakily drawing her card. Her eyes shakily went over it, as she set it down.
"Y..Yuno drew a land, but.." she called, setting it down. "It's..not a mountain....'Foundry..of the Consul'. It..just makes..a 1 for mana...but...Yuno wants to use the second effect."
"Oh..?" Faust remarked, looking it over. "Oh yes...For Five mana, you can sacrifice that land to get two 1/1 flying token creatures."
"R..right.." Yuno softly whimpered, turning all of her mountains sideways. "S..So now..Yuno can block Faust's Flying S..Sphin.."
"Hold it." Faust remarked, watching the girl visibly flinch, and squeeze herself at those two words. "I tap two islands, and play...Send to sleep. This lets me tap down two of your creatures. And, since a tapped creature can't block.."
Faust watched the girl start to stand up from her seat, utter agony in her expression at being sent to get another drink.......Before freezing in place.
"Oh no..." she uttered, her eyes going wide.
"Ah..?" Faust sounded out quietly, before the girl visibly shuddered.
"Yuno..Yuno.." She stammered, setting her cards on the table. "Yuno can't hold it anymore...!"
Faust watched the girl's face blush ear to ear, as a quiet hissing could be heard......And the girl sniffled a bit. He leaned around the table to peer at the girl's skirt, watching as the dark blue material started to quickly become saturated in her spilling waters. Yuno leaned back in her chair, before letting out a wail of Anguish, the small hissing becoming a rushing torrent.
Liquid gushed out from under her skirt, quickly pooling around her rump and splashing off of her chair's seat, the girl softly whimpering as her control finally left her. Faust could only watch as the myriad of waters she'd downed finally escaped her....And blush in turn as she sagged a bit against the back of her chair.
"S..sorry.." she stammered out softly, gasping. "Sorry Faust...Yuno..Yuno couldn't....she just...Yuno.."
"I..It's fine." Faust stuttered himself, blushing deeply. "I..I shouldn't have pushed you to...I mean.."
"But..Yuno....had fun.." She softly mused, stepping up from her wet chair, and striding over to the boy. "Yuno wants to play games with Faust..much...Much more."
"A..Ah...We..Well.." Faust blushed, setting his own cards onto the table, and the girl planted her wet waist into his lap.
"Though..Yuno intends to win this time...."
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Elsewhere, Youmu slumped over in her chair, groaning lightly.
"Sis, you're too rough on me.." Youmu remarked, looking over the field. "I'm still new...you don't have to floor me in this game.."
"Oh, but none of the other kids will show you any mercy." Penelope mused to her sister. "So, I'm showing you no less. If you wanna stand up to any of the others, or try to win that boy's attention..You'll need to be trained properly in the art of Gathering of Magics!"
Youmu sighed, straightening her back again as she looked at her white-colored cards, picking them up and shuffling them again.
"A..Alright.." she stated reluctantly, lightly shifting her hips. "Though...can I at least use the bathroom before we play our next game?"
The other girl gave a devious grin, wagging her finger.
"Ohhh, no no no." Penny mused, shuffling her cards. "Holding it in will help you play better. Move Faster..And motivate you to do your best. We're playing until you beat me! No piddle breaks until then!"
Youmu softly whimpered, crossing her legs over one another as she shuffled.
"A..Alright..Fine.." She called, softly biting her lower lip, and cupping her own waist slightly. "I'll..win this time for sure."
[Faust's Magic Adventures, Chapter 1: End] |
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