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[Chapter 2: Swell] "Wait, run that by me again?" "Yeah, seriously." "No shit? Don't mess with my frail heart, Tsuyu! I can't take it!" "What are you two going on about?" Faust's voice called as he took his seat at the 'Nerd Table,' Daichi looking shocked about something. "Look around you, Mr. Ronin." Daichi's voice called, gesturing to the crowd. "What do you see in this kingdom of social activity?" "...A lot of people not eating lunch?" Faust replied back, the boy shaking his head. "No, stupid!" Daichi snapped, gesturing up. "Look at what they're Doing!" It took a few minutes for Faust to catch on, but as he glanced table to table...He noticed it. "They're..." Faust started, raising an eyebrow. "Playing...Magic?" Cards littered tables, people pointed at one another, and numbers were being marked down. No doubt about it, everyone had suddenly gotten into the card game that had been dismissed as 'Childish' just the previous day...And now..... "I know, right?!" Daichi started, his face fighting every fiber of his being to not explode with excitement. "Everyone's totally gone Koo-koo for Magic! My time to reign over the masses as the king of Magic is Nigh! I...Will Finally be popular!" "Wouldn't you have to be the best at the game in order to become a king?" the raven haired girl mused, prompting the brown haired boy to deflate, and snap a glare at her. "Hush you." He snapped, glancing to Faust. "They've all just started playing, so they can't be THAT good. I just need to beat Faust here, and I'll be able to trounce em all." "Right." Faust remarked with a slight shrug, humoring him...But, giving a small smirk. "So, about a thousand years, and you can reign?" "Ha Ha ha, very funny." Daichi flatly called, pulling out his cards. "You won't be able to beat me this time, Ronin! For I, the Ruler of Undead, Shall..." "Ummm..." A familiar voice called, prompting the table to turn their heads. "Can...Yuno play against.." "Absolutely!" Daichi's voice quipped in record time, snapping his attention away from Faust and lightly rapping his hands on the spot of the table in front of him. "Sit right on down, Gasai, and I'll be happy to play you in a game of magic!" "Thank you, Shijima." Yuno replied softly, kneeling down as she pulled out a small red box. "Yuno just learned how to play from Faust last night...so, she apologizes if she's not that much of a challenge." "Whaa-Nooo~" Daichi assured, waving his hands slightly. "It's fiiine! I'll make sure to take it easy on you! An old pro like myself would feel awful bullying a fledgling mage like you. We'll have a nice, fun game, and it'll be great!" "Kick his ass, Yuno." Faust mused lightly, prompting yet another glare from the brown haired boy. "You, shut face." Daichi snapped back, as he started shuffling. "So, you know how to play, right Gasai? You shuffle and draw seven.." "Yuno remembers." the girl mused, shuffling her deck as well, and starting to draw her own hand. "Ah...very good." Daichi stated, drawing his own hand. "Now...It's usually a coin toss, or a dice roll, or somethin' to decide who goes first...But, as a gentleman, I'll let you have the first turn!" "Okay." Yuno remarked, looking over her cards, before starting off. "Yuno will play a mountain...and end her turn." "Ahhh..Red, huh?" Daichi called, drawing his card. "I run Black myself. which is manifested by...Swamps!" He set down a card with a black color, and a skull symbol. "And I'll tap it to play..Sanitarium Skeleton!" "Ah..?" Yuno noted, peering over to look at the card. "It's a...1/2 that can..return to your hand?" "Yep!" Daichi called, with a smile. "It lets me keep bringing it back again...and again..and agaaaaain. Oooooohhhhhhoooo..~" "Is it Yuno's turn?" "Ah...right, right." Daichi remarked lightly, gesturing. "Over to you, Gasai. Sorry, I like to get into it." "It's okay." Yuno assured, drawing her next card. "Yuno will put down another mountain...And cast, Mage-Ring Bully!" "You're gonna get bullied so hard." Faust mused, Daichi frowning. "Yuno's...turn is over." "Right, right." Daichi remarked, untapping his land, and drawing his card. "I'll put down my second swamp...And, since your Bully is a 2/2, I'd lose my creature by attacking. So....I'll just end my turn." "Alright, Yuno's turn." Yuno mused, untapping her lands drawing her card. "Yuno..puts down another mountain. And.." "Remember, Mage-Ring bully has to attack every turn." Daichi remarked, waving his hand. "But, since I can return my guy back to my hand after it's dead..It'll end up like a stalemate." "Ah..but Yuno has a card." Yuno remarked, pulling out another card. "Fire-Mantle mage. It says when Yuno plays this, her creatures gain 'Menace' until end of turn." "Ahh..so they can't be blocked by less than 2 creatures." Tsuyu mused, Daichi flinching a bit. "So, she can attack, and hit Daichi directly." "Yuno will do that!" Yuno mused, turning her Mage-ring Bully sideways, tapping it to attack. "18 life." Faust mused, as Yuno gestured for Daichi. "Shut." Daichi stated flatly, drawing his next card, and frowning a bit. "I'll put down a swamp...and, that'll end my turn." "Yuno's turn then.." She remarked, drawing her card. "Yuno puts down another mountain...And then, plays an Immobilizer Eldrazi!" "Ahhh..one of those, eh?" Daichi remarked. "2/1.....Though, can't activate it's ability.." "Yuno knows.." The girl stated, turning her other two creatures sideways. "Yuno will attack with these two!" "I'll block your Bully with my Skeleton." Daichi remarked. "So, I'll take two damage, and lose my skeleton. But fear not, for the cost of my 3 measly mana, I can return him to my hand from the graaaave!" "Still at 16 life now." Faust addressed, Daichi huffing. "Yeah, yeah, details." the boy called after putting the card back in his hand., untapping his lands and drawing. "I'll throw down another swamp..and play my undead Servant!" "Ahhh..A 3/2..." Yuno noted, the boy grinning. "A-Yup!" Daichi called, with a grin. "So, if your creature attacks, I can defeat it in mortal combat! And it'll all fall into my pla-" "Yuno's turn then?" The girl interrupted, the boy slumping over. "Yeah, I guess." Daichi remarked, as the girl untapped her cards, and drew. "Yuno is going to put down a mountain....and attack with everything!" "Then I'll block your Mage-Ring Bully with my Undead servant! Since I have 3 power..." "Instants can be played anytime, right?" Yuno suddenly asked, the boy pausing. "Umm..Yeah, but.." Daichi stated, as Yuno tapped two mountains. "Yuno will play these!" She called, laying down two cards. "Rush of Adrenaline! This gives him +2/+1 and trample for each." "And don't forget prowess." Faust mused, smiling. "Extra +1/+1 for each casting. So, with both of those, and trample...He's.." "2/2 base, Plus 2/1, plus 2/1, plus 1/1 twice.." Tsuyu counted, as Daichi's eyes went wide. "8/6 for the turn. And, since trample lets you do any extra damage you don't need to kill a creature to a player...Plus her two other 2 power creatures.." "Ten damage..... Which means...... I'm at six life now." Daichi answered on his own, slumping over a bit. "W..Well, this isn't the end of our battle! I can still turn this game around!" "Yuno will end her turn.." The girl called, watching Daichi draw. "Oh? Aha!" the boy called, tapping his lands. "First, I'm bringing back an old friend! My Sanitarium Skeleton! I toldja he'd never really leave! But wait, there's more..!" He threw down another card, this one without any color in the border. "Murderer's axe!" he called, moving his hands as if he was gripping the weapon himself. "This weapon, when equipped, will give a creature +2/+2! And the best part...I don't need to pay any mana to Equip it! I just have to discard a card from my hand." A swamp was placed in the graveyard, as he slid the card under his skeleton. "So, with this, he's a 3/4! More than a match for your creatures! And I have more dastardly things in store for you...On my next turn." "Yuno sees.." the girl remarked, untapping her cards, and drawing. "Umm..Yuno has a question." "Hm? Ah, shoot." Daichi asked, dropping his villainous expression for a moment. "What does that..diamond mean? <>?" she called, the group peering over. "Oh, that's colorless mana." Faust answered, lightly. "Meaning, something that generates mana that doesn't have a color." "So...Like this?" Yuno called, putting down one of the special lands she had. 'Foundry of the Consuls.' "Ah, yeah." Daichi stated, lightly. "That generates mana that doesn't have a color...So, that would work for the diamond. ...Wait, but that means.." "Yuno can activate her Eldrazi's ability!" the pinkette called, tapping down the foundry, and two mountains. "So, creatures with greater toughness than power can't block this turn!" "W-wait...but.." "So, Yuno attacks with all three of her creatures!" the girl called, with a triumphant grin. "And, since all three of them have 2 power.." "Yuno does 6 damage..." Faust remarked, smirking. "So...Yuno wins." "She...does." Daichi remarked, lightly slumping over. "Woo!" Yuno cheered, thrusting her hands up in the air. "Yuno is glad!" "And you didn't even do one damage to her." Faust taunted, chuckling. "Kind of sad." "I...got a bad hand." Daichi remarked, before shaking his head. "Ah..it's fine. I'm glad she could win." "Same." Faust mused, before a catch of blue caught his eye. "Ah..? Yuno, where did you get that bracelet?" "Hm..?" Yuno remarked, before holding up her wrist. "Ah...Yuno doesn't quite remember. She just...got this sometime after she left Faust's house last night. It's pretty though.." "It is..." Daichi remarked, before glancing around. "Huh..seems a lot of the girls are wearing braclets like that. It must be a trend." "I don't have one." Tsuyu remarked lightly, the boy snapping back. "Well, you've never been that fashionable." He remarked, the girl shrugging her shoulders. "Anyways..Faust's taught you how to play, and it's always nice to know more people that play. Have you picked up any packs yet?" "Packs..?" Yuno remarked, lightly tilting her head. "Ahhh..You're still so new to this." Daichi remarked, shaking his head lightly. "A 'Pack' Refers to a Booster pack. Lots of stores sell 'em for a decent enough price, and you get 15 random cards you can use in your decks." "Ahhh.." Yuno mused, nodding her head. "You get so many commons, and uncommons..." Daichi stated lightly, waving his hand a bit. "And, at least a rare in every pack. Buuuut..on rare occasions..You can get a Super-rare card." "A Mythic Rare." Tsuyu chimed in, the boy flinching. "Well, yeah." Daichi sounded, snapping a bit at the girl again. "They're usually really powerful. Like, amazing spells, strong creatures...Or even Planeswalkers." "Plane...what?" Yuno replied, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Ohmygod, you didn't tell her about Planeswalkers?!" Daichi snapped at Faust, looking as if Faust had let out some sort of obscenity. "I..don't have any of those." Faust remarked, lightly. "So..it didn't..seem relevant." "Okay, okay..let me put it simply.." Daichi remarked, leaning over. "Planeswalkers are powerful, magical beings that can traverse dimensions....And in the game, they have super-powerful things they can do! They're the face of Magic, and lead figures in the story!" "Magic has a story?" Yuno inquired lightly, the boy flinching. "Wh-Yes, Yes it does!" Daichi snapped again, sounding frazzled. "There's a lot of lore, and a big old story behind the cards! You have places like Zendikar, Innistrad, Mirrodin.." "Cliffnotes, Shijima." Faust remarked, the boy pausing again. "Ah...fine fine." he remarked, slumping back. "Well, the planeswalkers are really powerful cards, and pretty rare for the most part. They come in different colors and styles...And there are quite a few 'walkers....but, I'll just list some of the latest ones." "Yuno's fi-" "You have Jace, who was a mind mage." Daichi remarked, waving his hands. "The color of blue! He specializes in sculpting minds to his liking, and general blue things! He wears this blue cloak, and is really cool. Then there's Chandra, a pyromancer that's on fire! ...Literally! She awakened to her powers when she was younger, and has a lot of firepower! She hits really hard, and has nice red hair..when she's not on fire. She's a planeswalker for Red.... Then there's Nissa, who's an Elf that can speak with the land itself....And manipulate it to her advantage. She's the green one... Then, there's Kytheon..Er, Gideon..Who's a powerful Knight that can make himself a powerful creature to fight by your side! He covers white mana... And then.." "Yuno..sees.." The girl called, lightly backing up from the boy as his eyes fluttered close, and he started to hug himself. "Liliana Vess! A powerful Necromancer, who plays by her own rules, and is super powerful herself! She can animate legions of the undead, and made a deal with a bunch of demons for eternal beauty and Youth! She's a bona-fide, Grade Triple A Beauty! Oh, I'd kill to so much as kneel down and lick her boots, much less own an actual card of her!" "Daichi's a bit obsessed." Faust remarked flatly, the boy snapping out of his daze. "Shuttup." he snapped, shaking his head a bit. "A man can dream, can't he? I know I'll probably never pull her, but I can try." "Right, right." Faust remarked lightly, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "I guess we could stop by a store today, and pick up a few packs. If Yuno wants to, of course." "Yuno thinks that would be great." The pinkette called with a smile, before hearing the bell ringing. "Oh...It seems like it's time for class again!" "Awww..But i wanted to avenge my honoooor!" Daichi whined a bit, before picking up his cards. "Well, we'll deal with that after school. And packs, and such. "Yeah..totally." Faust remarked, glancing around at the others. A lot of the girls were wearing the same kind of bangle, topped with a blue gem. He wasn't entirely sure what about it bugged him...But, it made him uneasy.'I hope it's just a fad...' Faust thought, as he continued along. 'And not..something else.' ==================================================================================================================================== "A..Ahh.." a girl with orange hair whimpered, her hands dipping into her skirt. "C..Can you hold on for a bit? I...I really need to.." "You know how this goes." another girl stated, with blue hair. "You keep playing until one of the players life totals hits 0.." "B..but..every time you attack me.." the orange haired girl whimpered, the blue haired girl slamming her hands on the desk. "Yes, I know." she rebuttalled, glaring back. "You drink. And maybe if you didn't have a deck around wasting my time with life gain, you wouldn't be drinking so much.." "B..but.." The girl whimpered, squeezing herself lightly. "I..I don't think I can hold it much longer.. Please..let me go, before I.." "I attack you with this." the blue haired girl snapped, gesturing. "Which, with all of this, equals 30 damage! Enough to overcome your healing, and reduce you to Zero." "A..Ahhhnn.." the orange haired girl whimpered, starting to pull her cards together. "G..Good game, Eri...Mmmth?" A pitcher of water was suddenly forced to the girl's lips, two other girls gripping her wrists. "Now..Drink." The blue haired girl remarked with a cold glare, lifting up her skirt. "I wanna see it all in one way...and out the other." Her hands pervaded the orange haired girl's skirt, pressing above her white panties and mashing at the bladder-bulge forming. The orange haired girl whimpered, forced to chug along the water with tears welling in her eyes....Before eventually, a low hissing started to ring out. White material started to grey and saturate, a stream sputtering to life under her panties. Her whole body quivered, shook, and writhed in agony....As liquid warmth spread out between her legs, pooling between her thighs, and starting to splash off the sides of the chair. The blue haired girl licked her lips with a vulgar grin, pulling back enough to turn to one of the girls. "Got it?" The girl called, the other giving her a thumbs up. The orange haired girl gasped sharply, trying to cross her legs sharply in shame. "Th..this wasn't.." She choked out, as the blue haired girl mashed her palm against her skirt. The dark patch completely saturated the material in moments, liquid shame flooding down the girl's thighs, and staining her outfit. "I changed the deal." the blue haired girl mused, with a grin. "Now, we're going to let you go now....And if you tell anyone what we did... You'll have much worse to deal with than a pair of soaked panties. Understood?" The orange haired girl whimpered, her stream still gushing noisily as she quivered. "Now, get out of here." the blue haired girl gestured, pointing at the door. The girl didn't wait for her to change her mind, darting out the door in a snivelling mess. "She won't be trying out anytime soon." one of the other girls called, the blue haired one smirking. "Still, I didn't think you'd do something like that, Umiko." "They don't call me the queen of our sea for nothing." The blue haired girl mused, leaning back into her chair. "Now...get me a copy of our game. I wanna watch her writhe...Squirm...and break." The girls giggled at this, as one of them handed the blue haired girl her phone. "You're so bad, Eria." the girl stated, as she started out. "Now..who do we go for next?" "Hmm.." the blue haired girl stated, her own hands moving to explore. "You know...I think that Gasai would make a tasty target.." ======================================================================================================================================[Chapter 2: Swell, End.]
A weird story thing I did a while ago. There are 3 parts in all, and It'll take some time to dig up the others wherever they are.  "Oh man, not again..." Beast Boy muttered as he woke up from yet another water dream in a soaked bed. It was the fourth time this week he had done so, and it wasn't getting any easier. At his last doctor visit, the physician said that as he got older he might start to see unusual things happening to his mutant body, but he never thought it would be anything like this.In the span of a few weeks, his bladder control was almost totally gone.  He got up and started his now regular morning ritual of stripping off his cold, drenched clothes, and changing his wet sheets. As he did this, he couldn't help but remember when this all started not too long ago. It was movie night, and he and the rest of the titans were enjoying the film that was picked. As the movie went on, Beast Boy sat and enjoyed his snack choice for the film, a huge bottle of soda, "Stupid, stupid, stupid." he muttered to himself as he now abandoned his wet underwear on the floor, and stepped into the shower. It didn't make matters any better that it was a long movie. About halfway through the movie Beast Boy realized how full his bladder was. He didn't think it was any problem though, he'd held it in through plenty of movies in the past, and he didn't see why this was going to be any different. However, only five minutes later he was really struggling to hold it in, hands between his legs, and squirming. Even after all this, he thought he could handle it a little while longer anyway. He was annoyed he was going to have to get up in the middle of the movie, something he hadn't needed to do in a long time.  As he was about to get up to go, a loud explosion flashed across the screen. Beast Boy winced, and squealed involuntarily. "Scared you huh?" he heard Robin's voice in the darkness of the room. "Heh, no I was not...." His voice trailed off as he felt the warm wet feeling seeping through his hands. His heart started pounding, and his face turned bright red in the dark room as he realized he was wetting his pants. All he could do was sit, frozen in fear as his urine soaked through his underwear, pants, and pooled on the floor under him. He was really glad he picked to sit on the floor this time. With the help of his hands he held down as hard as he could, and managed to stop the flow, but the damage was already done. As quietly as he could, he snuck out, and ran to his bathroom. He winced as his now cold, and soggy clothes clung to him. He hopped in the shower to quickly clean up. As he got out he noticed that the wet pants and briefs he left behind had almost made their own puddle on the floor. It made him try and imagine that happening in full light in front of all his friends, and the thought gave him a terrified shudder. After he changed into dry clothes, he came back to see the movie was over. Robin then asked him what that wet spot was on the floor. Beast Boy thought he was going to panic, until Robin then scolded him for spilling his soda all over the place.Taking the free excuse, Beast boy then explained that he tipped it over, and spilled it all over himself, and that was also why he had to leave as well, to clean it off himself. Another lucky streak was Robin then making him clean it up, making sure no one would find out he was lying as well. He hoped the accident was a one time only thing, but as time went on it got more and more frequent. He wouldn't even nee to go really bad, only to get to the bathroom and discover large wet spots on his briefs. Other times, he'd be on his way to the bathroom, having more and more frequent and sudden urges, and as he tried to get his pants down soaking through his underwear and pants, leaving a large, and highly visible wet spot, he then needed to take more time to change out of his wet clothes. So far no one noticed, at least to his knowledge, anything suspicious to his increase in laundry. It only got worse for him when one night, he woke up from a bad dream, and noticed how soggy, and cold he felt. He wanted to be in denial as he layed there, hoping it was just a leaky pipe in the ceiling or anything else than what he thought it was. He built up his courage enough, and threw off his covers only to see he was laying in what was almost a puddle.   As he stood in the shower, now thinking of the present, he planned his usual attempt at hiding his problem by washing his wet sheets in the middle of the night. He thought of how dangerous that was. One of his friends up for a midnight snack could expose him, and his problem for the other titans to laugh at. He decided that enough was enough. He didn't want to have to do this, but the risk of being caught was too much, he decided to swallow his pride, and start wearing absorbent underwear both to sleep, and during the day. Just the thought of wearing what were basically diapers made him cringe, but there really was just no other way in his mind. That should keep his secret a secret he thought. He hoped so anyway.   Edited May 19, 2016 by gargoyleguy (see edit history)
Hello world, first of all I'm not really a writer. I am however massively hyped for overwatch, which is this really cool game with these amazing characters. Now overwatch needs more love on this site, and for awhile I was thinking of making some requests. But hey why not give it a shot, what do I have to lose? Please let me know what you think of my writing, I kinda want to keep this thread for future stories with the different characters. So requests of characters and styles; I'm all ears. I also might change my writing style so expect alot of variety. Anyway with that out of the way. ---------------------------------------- Tracer aka Lena Oxton Age 23 (26 in game but this is a prequel story) Height 5'4 2/24/2070 Dear New Diary, Hello! I am nervous, and excited, a little nervous, and excited! Okay, my last diary ran out of paper so you are gonna be my adventure novel. And boy what a time love, you wouldn't believe it! So where do I start, working at the royal air force I always felt like I was some kind of hero ya know. Well not a hero persay, but come on I used to pretend to be right. Growing up as a kid you would turn on the news and BAM, "overwatch saves (Blah blah blah) from the evil robotics". I never thought I could be one of them but every day I train my hardest to be some sort of hero. I dropped out of school when I saw the commercial. "Royal Air Force, saving the world in style", and what could I say that's a cheese filled custard of a slogan. But flying, flying sounded like something I would love to do. Kind of be like Mercy ya know, flying through the air and making real change. So I train at 17, and by 23 here I am with all the metals they could throw at me. Which isn't fun *whispers* they are heavy you know. So what happens tomorrow; well they choose me, yeah that me! Overwatch has this crazy new aircraft called the "slipstream" which is supposed to be like the fastest plane ever made. Some call it a teleporter and it's half right... who am I kidding I'm gonna fly faster then superman! While I wouldn't say I officially overwatch I am like in the same ballpark. It's literally a dream come true, and I'm super nervous diary. I've brushed my teeth 3 times, I've fixed my hair longer then a prom queen, I have become so prepared I'm unpreapred to come up with reasons I'm not prepared. HAHA! Oh Diary what's that? You wanna come too? Well I'll bring you along, I gotta draw pictures of the heroes oh my god! I could scream! ?/?/2071-2073 Well that didn't quite work out as expected. Where do I start, ah I know the place. So the slipstream might not have worked.... entirely well. But hey mistakes happen, we've all been there right. Well right now I'm in some room in the overwatch lab, I can see Winston studying me through the glass. I don't get how they got me here, from what I've seen in the footage (while I am stabled down and all) is that I might.... sorta.... kinda.... maybe be between 2 realities. Or stuck in the space time or something, I don't know for sure. Every second that passes feels so fast, I think like a minute is like a day or something. But I still see that adorable scientist ape friend of mine, everyone else seems to have given up on me but not that guy. That guys a real friend. He also seems to have found a way to get me some clothes on, I've been wearing my pajamas from home ever since I woke up here. So that's progress, I'm not too blue about things right! I do have a little, tiny problem though. I kinda, maybe, well..... I gotta pee really badly as I write this. There's a toilet in here sure but I don't know if he could see me, and even then I couldn't really go in this state anyway. But it's been building, my bladder has really been growing quite slowly. But I... I feel as though I could, maybe wee a little. I'm in a bad place do I use this toilet, or do I wait for the cure. You know what I'm gonna hold it, no matter how hard it gets I believe in Winston. He wouldn't let me down! 8/15/2073 Winston is a lifesaver! He gave me this iron man looking that that allowed me to ground my self in time. He looked right at me and said "You're Home Tracer".... tracer was my nickname at the Royal Air Force, but winston saying that put a tear in my eye. I gave the monkey a giant massive hug and he filled me in. Short version I was stuck in time, and I'm back; YAY! But more then that he wanted me, yes that me to join overwatch. OMG!!!!! I didn't think I was worthy, he told me my heart and my willingness to do what is right is why I should be on the team. I hugged him even tighter (although I'll admit I did kinda have to pee really really badly). But then there it was, he made a suit just for me. The suit controls that time do whats its and lets me zip faster then any plane could ever do. I was given these cool orange leggings with straps to keep them tight, 2 arm thingys for my pistols (oh yeah pistols!), and my old jacket from back in the day. I wish the story ended there but we kinda gotta talk about the elephant in the room. He wanted me to try it on, and I changed... there wasn't a toilet in the change room. The very first thing I did when I tried on the coolest suit in the world.... well you have to understand somethings love. First I had to go, bad. I had to go like when I was a second grader in class, I could feel my squirt in my panties every step I took out of the changing room. I kept trying to fight it, I even tried hiding it by oh so subtlety pushing against my bladder while we talked. But my first attempt warping I feel to the floor and peed full force. I could feel the warmth spreading everywhere, down into my panties and into my leggings. And having ruined this moment, of being let in the overwatch and all this stuff he did for me I felt so bad I just started crying. It was literally second grade all over again, and I'd never been so embarrassed. Winston smiled and handed me goggles. "let no one see you cry again Lena, you're overwatch, and that means you are a hero" After that elephant the day was awesome! We tried out the suit, I met more of the heroes. Some of them were a little.... ya a charming but I would warp through the room and hug each and every single one of them. I ended up hugging Pharah the hardest because OH MY GOD she's just so cool! We did some training exercises and I beat the time record for the main course. Overall, pretty cool day I would say. Dreams literally came true, speaking of dreams I'm off to bed. I've been told there might be some side effects coming back from the stream and all that but I shouldn't worry. 8/16/2073            Bedroom Camera Transcript Analysis Our hero is sleeping in her pink fuzzy pajamas and her blue tee-shirt. At 1 33Am we hear talking in her sleep. "Winston I'm sorry, I don't think I can..... sorry heroes I..... I'm about to...." Our hero begins to toss and turn the blankets off herself in her sleep and rub..... (what would you call that corporeal) her "special place". "No..... please don't laugh, don't laugh at me, I'm sorry I.... oh no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Our hero begins to wet herself on the bed, slowly at first medically filled up the bed. (off record it's amazing how much such a little girl can hold, look at all that. And she's sleeping right though it) Our hero wakes up once again with tears in her eyes, she puts on the goggle. The side effects of time travel appear to be nightmares and a small badder. She'll fit right in.  Transcript filed Edited May 21, 2016 by Metal Gear (see edit history)
So I've been browsing this site for a long time, and it's probably my favorite website, save for YouTube. Anyways, I've never posted anything, but I thought that it was probably time I contributed something and, given recent happenings, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. I filed it under fiction because, while some details are true, I did fabricate some details to make it a tiny bit more exciting. Having said that, here's the story thing. This was not shaping up to be the best day of my life. It had been dull and boring, the stuffiness I had woken up with had yet to subside going into the second half of the day, and certain people were in rare form for irritating me. I had decided I probably would've been better off just staying home and doing a little pee holding (or maybe a lot). The two periods following lunch were pretty standard. Mister... Let's call him... Mister Liberal, our History teacher rambled for a bit, and Misses... Español taught us some new Spanish words that I was nowhere near ready for. Then came Mister E's class. I decided on that name because he taught English, but also because E's were his favorite grade to hand out. He was an ornery, old fashioned sort of teacher who didn't understand all this new-fangled technology. Today, however, he had a substitute in his place (Aha! The name seems clever now, doesn't it?). Some people were thrilled. Actually, most people were thrilled, but I didn't really care. I didn't realize when I found out Mr. E was gone that this sub would become my favorite person. Ever. We went in and sat down like every other day, got our books out and prepared to read for the first half of class, give or take. Once class started, the sub left her desk and introduced herself as Ms. B (Fake name. The B is for bathroom, I've decided.). Right as she was reading out of the sub notes for us to start our reading, in came... Anna. Let's call her Anna. Anna was a very attractive girl. Not too tall, but very slender, with straight blonde hair and a bum that would harden up the softest... Um... You get the idea. Well it didn't harden up Ms. B. I could tell something was up as soon as she came in because of the way she was standing, and she went straight to Ms. B to confirm my suspicions. My desk is pretty close to the teacher's desk, so I could hear her panicked whispers. She asked if she could go to the bathroom, but the sub (not bothering to keep her voice down) told Anna that that was what the time in between the periods was for, and since she had been late, she definitely should've had time. Anna huffed loudly and stomped to her seat as angrilly as she could while still keeping her legs pressed together. I took a second to assess her posture and dress. She wore a pair of grey leggings that highlighted the aforementioned bum beautifully and a white sweatshirt. She had her legs pressed tightly together and one hand clenched by her side, while the other rested on her stomach right above her bladder. Her seat was the one right beside mine in the next row over and I was thrilled with the display that I might be rewarded with, but I had no idea how good it would get. She sat down slowly and carefully, taking her time to make sure no unnecessary strain was put on her bladder. I could feel my excitement growing as I watched her hands move toward her crotch before stopping as she seemed to reconsider. This was going to be fun. We read our books silently. Or, at least, most of us did. I couldn't keep my eyes off of Anna, who couldn't keep her eyes on her book. She was completely distracted by her growing desperation, as was I. It didn't take long for the squirming to start. Very shortly into the class, she began to shift restlessly as her need overtook her dignity. She shifted every minute or so, but that soon became seconds. As the silent reading ended, she gave up her pride completely and stuffed her hands down into her crotch, struggling to hold back the flow. You had better believe I was excited. After that, she began the dance. Her legs crossed and uncrossed, her face began to redden and sweat, and her hands remained planted on her womanhood. Finally, her hand shot up, but, knowing what the request would be, the substitute simply shook her head. I was thrilled at this teachers stubborn nature, but confused as well. Had she taken a disliking to Anna simply because she entered the class late? I decided I didn't care. The show was too distracting to form thoughts about the teacher. Anna had graduated to standing, the skintight waistband putting too much pressure on her bladder, I assumed. We had been given an assignment that most everyone was working on, but I could only stare at the misery of another person that was supplying me with so much pleasure. She continued the dance, now with her back pressed up against the wall. Crossing and uncrossing, grabbing and sweating. I convinced myself to take a look around the room, and noticed a few other people looking, some whispering, some laughing, some disgusted. I was blown away by how someone could find this to be anything besides arousing. The last person I looked at was the sub, who I was surprised to find had taken an interest in Anna's predicament. She motioned for Anna to sit, but when Anna didn't notice, looked at me and motioned again, signifying that I should tell her. I did, and the look of misery on her pretty face almost made me feel ashamed for my excitement. Almost. After a few more minutes of squirming and dancing, Anna decided to go to the teacher and ask again. I heard her absolutely frantic whispers as she infromed the teacher that she was about to "totally piss her pants." The substitute teacher raised an eyebrow, but, after several tantalizing seconds, finally allowed Anna to go. I was slightly disappointed but decided I could at least see a few more seconds of desperation if I followed her out of the classroom. I went to the teacher doing a shameless fake pee dance (mostly to hide my erection) and was allowed to go with not a second's delay. I hurried out of the classroom after Anna and, after closing the door behind me, was greeted by the most amazing sight I've ever seen. Anna was pushing fruitlessly on the door to the bathroom (located directly across from Mr. E's room) with one hand, while the other was still jammed between her legs. The door was locked. I could barely contain myself as I walked over to ask her what was wrong. She was practically sobbing as she reported the situation. I looked at the clock above the bathroom door. There were still fifteen minutes left until the end of school, so I came up with an excuse for her to wait on the spot. "If you can wait fifteen minutes," I said "then I'm sure we could get one of the teachers to unlock it for you." She looked at me in horror. She couldn't wait fifteen minutes and we both new it, but she didn't say a word. So we waited. Why the substitute teacher didn't come out and check on us, I have no idea since it took the better part of the 15 minutes for nature to take its course, but the buildup was pretty great too. Gasps and whimpers were all the sound she could make save for the "nothing" she replied with when I asked about the gasps, although one only needed look at her pants to see the cause. There was a penny sized spot on her crotch after less than a minute, and all it could do was grow. Her pee dance grew more and more still as she relied less on her hands and more on her muscles, the squirming only making it worse. Finally, just as I was becoming convinced she might make it after all, a particularly loud gasp followed by several oh no's and shit's and fuck's got my attention. She was peeing and now she couldn't stop. The flow grew from a stream to a river to an ocean, then slowly, slowly back again. She had tried to stop it with her hands, but now the sleeves were simply covered in the poor girl's urine. Her face read misery, but I could see the relief in it as well. As the pitter patter of her urine slowed, I broke free of my trance in time to register that she had asked me a question. "What?" I asked stupidly. "Please don't tell anyone." She begged. I thought about it, then agreed. As the excitement of the moment passed, I remembered my promise to find someone to unlock the door and headed for the office. I don't know whether Anna realized I could've gone there the whole time, but she didn't seem angry if she did. The Secretary followed me back, and, already having been briefed on the situation, was very sympathetic, letting Anna know that there were extra clothes in the lost and found. Anna declined the offer, opting instead to hide in the bathroom until everyone had left so she could retrieve her gym clothes. I, on the other hand, was left to clean up the girl's urine out in front of everyone, but I was fine with it. My only issue with the way things played out was having to wait till I got home to *ahem* relieve myself of certain fluids of my own. It was a fantastic experience for me and I'm glad I got to have it. So that's my story guys. Please let me know what you thought (honest opinions please) and ignore any typos. I didn't have access to a computer at time of writing and my autocorrect was behaving strangely. Edited May 21, 2016 by Nineteen (see edit history)
I have no idea why I wrote this.  I suppose this is what happens when I have too much free time on my hands.  Thank my college for scheduling my only final in the last possible time slot. Anyway, I decided to have some fun with this one.  So now, because no one asked for it, please enjoy the story of Ciel Soliel's desperate adventure: ____________________________                 The grounds surrounding Beacon Academy were bustling with people from all over the world as the Vytal Festival was underway.  Eager young hunters and huntresses mixed with excited citizens as the crowd swirled around the many stands of the festival grounds.  Vendors waving all manner of wares from cultural foods to souvenirs were barely audible over the ambient noises of the crowd.                 The mixing of cultures at this festival was truly a sight to behold.  However, one girl- the Atlas trainee, Ciel Soliel- was far more engrossed in the sight of her watch.                 “We have precisely twenty-eight minutes and fifty-two seconds before we need to report to the arena.  Allowing for the five minutes it should take us to walk there and the additional ten minutes we must allow for preparations, we have thirteen minutes and… forty-three seconds.”  She reported to her partner, the eccentric young Penny Polendina.                 “Oh.  So what are we supposed to do with that time?”  The orange-haired girl asked.                 “As of now, we have nothing officially required of us, so I suppose we may use this time to explore the festival grounds.”                 “Really?”  Penny responded excitedly, “Then I think I shall try to find my friends.”  She said, already turning down the path and beginning to walk away.                 “Excuse me, ma’am.”  Ciel interrupted, placing a hand on Penny’s shoulder to stop her, “You will recall General Ironwood’s orders.  I am not to leave your side for today.  I also believe it would be best not to get too engaged in anything, given our short time frame.”                 “Fine,” Penny answered, all of the enthusiasm suddenly leaving her voice, “Then what do you suggest we do with our remaining time?”                 Ciel thought for only a moment before remembering something important.                 “Perhaps now would be the optimal time for a restroom break?”  She said, her voice wavering just slightly. The trainee let down her free hand, rubbing her thigh to try and distract from the pressure in her crotch.  She had felt this need for the better part of the last five hours, but the combination of festival activities and her responsibility to look out for Penny meant she had few opportunities to address it.  Now, though, did seem to be an optimal time.  Even in many of the worst case scenarios, the two of them should only take about three and a half minutes to use the bathroom.  Even accounting for lines, they should be able to address their bodily needs and get to the stadium in plenty of time. “Oh, no, I am fine.  I do not need to use the bathroom.”  Penny answered, much to Ciel’s dismay. This was problematic.  Ciel needed to go quite badly, but she was ordered not to leave Penny alone.  How was it she did not need to go?  Ciel had been with Penny all day, and she never went to the bathroom.  In fact, she could not recall ever seeing Penny excuse herself to use the restroom.  The girl must have a bladder of steel. “If you really need a break, I would be happy to wait here for you to return.”  Penny said.  She then let out a hiccup. This statement was rather concerning.  Was Ciel really being that obvious? “N-no, no, I was ordered not to leave you alone.  Besides, I am sure I can hold it.”  Ciel responded.  She placed a hand over her stomach, rubbing her bladder in an attempt to counteract the strong forces pushing outward.  Ciel was thankful she did not have an obvious tell like Penny did, since she was not totally sure that was the truth. “Alright, then.  Perhaps we could take some time to explore the local stands from Vale?” “Th-that sounds acceptable.” The two girls set off to explore more of the booths.  Ciel checked her watch again.  Twelve minutes, fourteen seconds until they needed to set off toward the stadium.  She quivered at the mere thought.  Surely she could wait that long, right? The military-style training of Atlas Academy certainly left her familiar with putting off her bodily needs.  However, it also taught her that she had her limits.  Right now, it felt like she may be rapidly approaching those limits. Ciel had not used the bathroom since before she woke up that morning- eight hours, forty-one minutes, and fifty-one seconds ago.  This would normally be a challenge, but not nearly as herculean a task as it was now.  Unfortunately, an occurrence from earlier that day left the dark-haired trainee in far more dire straits. The Atlas team arrived early in the day to the grounds of the Vytal Festival.  Many of the stands were just beginning to open for the day.  There were far fewer people at this early hour, though there was still a good mix of ecstatic training Huntsmen and civilians clamoring to get an early look at the stadium. Ciel checked her watch, “Our match is not for another seven hours, fifty-six minutes, and thirty-four seconds.  We are matched against members of Team CRDL of Beacon Academy.  They appear to be a basic ground-and-pound team.  Our typical combat strategy should prove effective against them.” “Then why are we here so early?”  Penny questioned. “We are here to scout out the festival grounds, perhaps gain some information on some of our lesser-known potential adversaries.  There are also other events throughout the day.  Though, I would say our most important task right now would be to time ourselves and see how long it takes us to get to the coliseum from the festival grounds so that we know how much time to allow.” As the girls wandered the festival grounds, trying to find the most efficient route to the arena, Penny became distracted and stopped, pointing toward a booth. “Oh, that looks good.” Ciel stopped and followed her finger to see a sign next to a booth which read “Free Lemonade to Tournament Participants.” She looked between the booth, Penny, and her watch before commenting, “I suppose we could stop there for a moment.  It is a good idea to keep ourselves hydrated before a fight.” After three minutes and twenty-two seconds waiting in the short line, the Atlas trainees walked away, each with a large cup of lemonade in hand. Ciel tried her drink.  It was very sweet, much more than she expected.  Sweet foods were not a normal part of her diet, and she knew that lemonade was somewhat less efficient for hydrating than plain water.  Even still, she had to admit she did like it. Penny took only a small sip before pulling her head back, a dissatisfied look on her face. “I do not like this,” She said with a hiccup, “I do not think I can finish this- *hic*- would you like to take the rest of it?”  She offered the cup to her partner. Ciel looked over at Penny quizzically, “Are you sure, ma’am?  You should try to drink something to keep yourself in optimal performance condition for the tournament.” “I am sure.  I will just drink something else later.  *hic*” Ciel paused for a moment, unsure of what to do about this.  The lemonade was quite good and it would be unfortunate to waste it.  She reached out and accepted the drink from her partner. The two cups of lemonade had quickly disappeared, and now, six hours, four minutes, and twenty-eight seconds later, all that liquid was looking for a way out, and fast. Ciel bent her knees together, flexing her thigh muscles in order to apply more pressure between her legs to assist in holding her need at bay.  They were stopped as Penny looked over a stand selling hats that they claimed were special fashion from Vale.  That claim seemed rather questionable, as Ciel was certain she had seen people wearing similar apparel in Atlas. Her eyes continued darting around.  Just down the path, past a few more booths, was a set of port-a-potties.  Hardly the most ideal facilities, but right now, this was the most tantalizing thing Ciel had ever seen in her life.  Still, she had orders from the General.  She could not just leave Penny alone. She checked her watch.  They had three minutes and forty-seven seconds until they had to leave for the arena.  That would be enough time as long as she managed to find an open location to relieve herself, but a line may interfere with that.  If she decided not to go, she was sure to find a restroom in the stadium, or at least the locker rooms.  However, that would require her to wait until they got there- a minimum five minute walk from the festival grounds.  Ciel could feel her face growing warmer.  Why was Penny so resilient? “Excuse me, are you alright?”  The familiar voice of her partner broke her train of thought.  Since she had not been paying much attention, this caused Ciel to jump slightly. This jump was all it took to tip the balance of the dark-haired girl’s delicate equilibrium.  She felt a very small spurt of pee soak into her panties.  This was bad.  Ciel knew from training days that, once she started leaking, she only had moments before the dam burst completely. “I’m sorry, Penny, but I must use the bathroom.  Please wait here!”  She pleaded frantically. Without waiting for a response, Ciel took off toward the port-a-potties.  She grasped the edges of her skirt, trying to do all she could to maintain her image as a disciplined Atlesian huntress-in-training as she made a mad dash to avoid peeing herself. As she approached, Ciel saw the line of toilets, most baring the signs of being occupied, except the one on the end.  The door of that one was slightly ajar, meaning it would be available.  Ciel brushed her blue-highlighted hair away from her eyes, almost beginning to break into tears of joy as her relief was just a few feet away. She was so singularly focused on her objective that she did not notice the frantic, slightly familiar, voice quickly approaching behind her.  “Really need to pee, really need to pee…”  It repeated. As Ciel neared the door, her right hand was already sliding up her thigh, readying to remover her underwear as quickly as possible.  Right as she was about to reach out to open the door, a rainbow-colored streak rushed by her, practically causing Ciel to spin around with the sheer force. Before she could even process what just happened, the door slammed and locked. Ciel looked around in a panic.  She did not have much time left, but there were no other bathrooms immediately in sight.  Her legs quivered as her floodgates strained with all their might not to release all of her bladder’s contents.  This was a losing battle, and something had to be done fast. Immediately, Ciel decided her best course of action would be to retrieve Penny and start heading toward the arena.  If she saw an open restroom along the way, they could stop there.  Otherwise, she could go when they arrived at the stadium.  It was a perfect plan. Unfortunately, Ciel’s body had other plans.  Before she had taken two steps to walk away, she felt a small stream begin to trickle into her underwear. Her face grew warmer as she quickly tried to assess her surroundings.  Within ten seconds, she could feel a light trickle winding down her leg and soaking into her stockings. She watched for one of the port-a-potties to open.  After only three seconds of waiting, though, the steam grew even stronger with no signs of stopping.  It was time to use her resourcefulness as an Atlas-trained Huntress to find a new solution to this problem. With one more look around, Ciel saw that there was a gap behind the row of toilets, leading to a small opening between the stands.  This would likely provide enough cover for Ciel to relieve herself while avoiding wandering eyes. In a split second, she made her decision.  Ciel leaped behind the stalls, knelt down in the grass, and checked around her one final time to make sure she was out of sight. Finally in place, Ciel spread her knees and lifted her skirt.  Her right hand hovered under her skirt for a moment.  She was completely mortified that she was about to do this in public, but the growing damp patch in her underwear reminded her that now was not the time for hesitation. Ciel carefully grabbed the crotch of her panties, trying to keep her gloves as free from the steam as possible, and pulled it to the side.  From there, she let out a small, shaking breath, and relaxed, trying to let go. A soft patter sounded as her pee began to trickle onto the ground, through some of it still stuck to her thigh and bottom, soaking into her stockings.  She was unable to be concerned with that at the moment, however.  She had to concentrate on minimizing the damage both to her clothing and her reputation.  Admittedly, it also felt good to finally let this all go. Eight hours, fifty-two minutes, and twenty-four seconds, two large cups of lemonade, and a day with Penny worth of urine was being released at this moment.  Ciel shuddered as goose bumps formed on her skin.  It had been quite a long time since the Atlas student had felt relief like this. Over the course of the next minute and nineteen seconds, her stream varied in power before finally dying down.  The pattering sound turned into a soft drip, though a few more stubborn drops were still sticking to Ciel’s butt and legs. She took five seconds to breathe and compose herself before carefully sliding her panties back into place.  The Atlas trainee grimaced as the thoroughly moistened fabric came into contact with her sensitive privates. As she stood, Ciel looked herself over to assess the damages.  Her strategy seemed to have managed to keep her skirt safe from harm, but her stockings did not fare nearly as well.  The thigh of her left stocking was soaked almost all the way down to her knee, and both knees of her white stockings had turned much darker after being in contact with the wet ground.  It seemed she would have to work “getting changed” into the schedule now. Smoothing her skirt back into place and putting on her bravest face, Ciel went to go find Penny.  Hopefully the girl had not managed to get into too much trouble in the two minutes and thirty-one seconds she had been gone. Thankfully, Ciel found the orange-haired girl not far from where she had been left, though she appeared to have gained a large sun hat in the meantime. “Are you sure you’re okay?”  Penny asked, looking her partner over as she approached. “Yes, ma’am, I just… really needed that break…”  Ciel answered, trying her best to maintain her composure. “I can see that.  You appear to have wet yourself.” Ciel blushed again, frantically trying to shush Penny, “Please do not say that so loud!  I am sorry, I know I should have communicated my need to you earlier.” “Oh, it is fine, I know that accidents happen.  My friend Ruby told me all about that.”  Penny answered with a dismissive wave. As questionable as this made her relationship with Ruby sound, for once Ciel was happy about her partner’s quirks.  She was impressed how accepting Penny was willing to be with this lapse of discipline.  She always was such a together girl. Ciel then cleared her throat and tried to return to a more dignified stance, “Thank you, Penny.  Now, given the time, and in light of the given circumstances, shall we head toward the coliseum?” “Sure.  It would probably be good for you to get changed before you get a rash, anyway.”  Penny responded happily. “Yes… well… I appreciate the concern… let us… go then…” This was certainly turning out to be a rough day.  Ciel hoped this would be the end of her team’s turmoil during this festival.
It was a hot day in the middle of summer and kinjou's club had to take extra lessons because they had missed some days of school during the training camp. imaizumi and kinjou both regretted that they drank to much water during lunch. There were still ten minutes left of the last lesson and then they had 5 minutes free time before training started. Today during training they had stamina training so they were going to run a lot. imaizumi and kinjou were crossing and uncrossing there legs during the last 5 minutes of class but what they didn't know was that makishima was watching them. Class was over and makishima left first he sprinted to the bathroom and hung a out of order note on the door than he hid himself behind a corner and waited. He saw kinjou walking to the bathroom. Kinjou saw the note and bit on his lip than he walked to the clubroom to get ready for practise. A minute later he saw imaizumi doing the same and when he was gone he took the note away and threw it away just in time. He heard footsteps and saw naruko, onoda and Tadokoro going inside, he also went inside to relieve himself and when they were done peeing they were walking towards the clubroom and they changed. Everyone was paired up in a pair of 2 naruko and tadokoro (pair 1), onoda and makishima (pair 2) and kinjou and imaizumi  (pair 3). Pair 1 started. After 5 minutes pair 2 started and kinjou and imaizumi were waiting alone with their thights together. Five minutes later they started. Imaizumi's thoughtsI need the toilet, i need to pee, i hope the running course isn't to long because only the third years know it. I have to hold on and try to run a bit faster so that i am not suspicious, Kinjou's thoughts Damn i need the toilet. The running course is not so long, i can hold it, i have to hold it. I have to hold on and try to run a bit faster so that i am not suspicious, After 25 minutes running Imaizumi's thoughts Fuck i think i can't hold it anymore. I need to pee so badly. I hope kinjou doesn't notice wait he seems slow. Does he has the same problem? Oh no i want to hold my dick but i can't. Maybe if i can let a spurt esape i can relieve some pressure and can hold it through the end. Here goes nothing 1...2...3 relax ah no it only made it worse, Maybe i have to tell kinjou. Kinjou's thoughts Damn i am alnost at my limit i don't think i can hold it much longer. I hope imaizumi doesn't notice wait he is acting strange. Does he has the same problem? I know we have to run for another 20 minutes but i can't hold on so long anymore. My bladder hurts so much i never held it so long, fuck a spurt escaped. I think i need to tell imaizumi. Kinjou says; Imaizu wait a bit Imaizumi says;Ok why? Kinjou says; I kinda need to pee. Imaizumi says; M...me t..to Kinjou says; The course is another 20 minutes can you hold it ? Imaizumi says; No i am almost at my limit. Kinjou says; I am at my limit to but if you can wait five minutes than we enter the woods and we can pee there. I normally don't do that but i don't want to wet myself. Imaizumi says; Ok i will try to hold. Both of them were now running towards the woods with a hand inside their pants that was holding their dick. They were now in the woods. Kinjou says; You go behind that tree and i go behind this tree. Imaizumi says; ok Imaizumi's zipper was stuck he couldn't get it undone. He tried and tried but it didn't work, He heard that kinjou has started to pee and just when he wanted to give up. Kinjou says; Are you okay i don't hear you peeing. Imaizumi says; No my zipper is stuck. Kinjou says; Can you wait till i am done i just started peeing. Imaizumi says; I.....don't think i can. Kinjou says; Try to walk to me i shall help you with my free hand. Imaizumi says; ok  Kinjou says; You can do it, come on you are almost here. Imaizumi says; H....hurry please it is almost coming out. Kinjou says; I can't do it with one hand and i am still not done with peeing. Can you remove one hand and hold my dick for me so i can try to unzip your pants. Imaizumi says; O...ok  Kinjou says; I know it is weird but we don't have a choice. I will try to unzip you pants. Imaizumi says; H...h.urry it can come out any minute. Kinjou says; Ok by the way i am done peeing you can let go of my dick. Try to hold on a bit longer you can use both your hands now. So hold yourself then i can put my dick back in my pants, Imaizumi says; Ok but hurry please. Kinjou says; I will try now so hold on. Imaizumi says; Hurry it started to come out. Kinjou says; Your zipper is open. Imaizumi says; Please pull my dick out i don't have any strengt left from all the holding. Kinjou says; okay here we go. Imaizumi says; thanks... aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh Kinjou says; It seems you had to go quite urgent.  Imaizumi says; Yeah i already had to go before practise started but the toilets were out of order. Kinjou says; I saw it to, you are done so put your dick back. Imaizumi says; Ok is there a visible patch on my pants? Kinjou says; No why? Imaizumi says; Because my underwear is a bit soaked. Kinjou says; Lets get back. Maybe i shall make rule that everyone need to go to the toilet together so this  doesn't have to happen again.  Imaizumi says; Maybe but this is our secret. When they were back they never spoke of it again.
It feels like ages since I wrote anything. I have a bunch of ideas, but this semester was more draining than I anticipated. Maybe I'll get back to being excited about writing over the summer :) Anyway, here's my contribution to christening the new site layout! ******************                       “Preston? Group is going to start soon. It’s time to make your way to Room C.”             Preston Fletcher slowly stared up at the woman standing next to him, best slightly at the waist so her deliberately soft voice would be heard.             “OK?” she encouraged, still smiling gently. “Room C is down the hall on the left.”             Blinking, Preston got to his feet and started shuffling toward the required room. His face didn’t break from the expressionless mask he wore more and more often these days.             “Mr. Fletcher,” Dr. Ward greeted Preston as the teen shuffled into the room. “I’m glad you could join us. Please take a seat,” Dr. Ward gestured toward an empty folding chair on his left.             Preston was oddly glad for the instruction. He couldn’t seem to do anything right these days, so following directions seemed to be the safest plan. He lowered himself into the uncomfortable seat, staring blankly at some unspecific spot to the left of his knees.             The remaining group attendees gradually made their way into the room and filled in the rough circle of chairs. Most seemed to be around Preston’s age – 18 – though a few could have been as young as 14 or 15. Most were fairly quiet, though a few who had apparently been there awhile chatted with each other. Preston didn’t say a word; he just kept his eyes fixed yet unfocused toward the ground.             “Welcome, everyone,” Dr. Ward greeted the group. “We have a few new members I’d like to introduce: Courtney,” he gestured toward a pale girl on the right, “and Preston.”             Preston twitched slightly, but didn’t raise his head. He could feel everyone looking at him.             They know.             Preston cringed and squeezed his eyes shut.             Stop, he thought.             They know you’re just stupid. You’re only here because you failed at going to college. Something millions of fucking people do with no problem all the damn time, and you couldn’t do it.             Preston bit the inside of his lower lip. He wanted to make the voice stop, but arguing with it was getting harder and harder.             “Let’s get started,” Dr. Ward was saying. “Who wants to talk about their week?”             Kira, a tall girl sitting toward the back of the circle, raised her hand. “Well, most of you know that I had to give my statement against the guy that assaulted me this week…”             See? Actual problems. Unlike yours.             It’s not about problems…Preston tried to think.             Is that the bullshit they feed you hear? You’re so fucking special that you don’t actually have to have anything remotely bad happen to you to have a complete meltdown?             “Preston?” Dr. Ward interrupted the bitter voice in Preston’s head. “Do you want to share anything?”             Preston’s mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out.             Go ahead. Tell them how your parents were paying for you to go to a private college and your classes were easy and your roommate was nice and you’ve literally never had to deal with anything stressful in your entire life. I’m sure they’ll love it.             Preston wrapped his arms around his torso and shook his head slightly. Dr. Ward just nodded. “That’s OK. You can contribute whenever you’re comfortable.”             Sinking into his chair, Preston half-listened as another boy with an accent started describing escaping a war-torn country as a child. The voice was right; these other people had actual problems; he just hadn’t been able to bring himself to go to class.             Really, the whole move to campus had been harder than Preston had anticipated. The freedom and responsibility of it all – having to choose his own food and whether or not to go to classes and who to talk to – had overwhelmed him. Little struggles had started piling up, and he became fearful. He’d managed to survive the whole first semester, but going home for winter break had only made things worse. Everyone kept asking him about college and how amazing it was, and with everyone new person that asked, he felt more like a failure for not loving every second.             By the time he returned for spring semester, everything was making Preston nervous. The very idea of going to class became terrifying; he began to build his entire schedule around having as little human interaction as possible. By the second month of the semester, he was barely leaving his room.             Preston’s roommate, Drew, had been both perceptive and understanding, and had called in emergency services from the mental health clinic after Preston didn’t leave the dorm for a week, only exiting his room to use the bathroom. Preston’s parents, wealthy and educated, had quickly secured him a spot at a nearby inpatient facility for psychiatric services. Hence, Preston’s current state, sitting on a metal folding chair with a dozen other teenagers with various psychopathological diagnoses, barely listening to a discussion facilitated by Dr. Ward, watched over by a couple of nurses placed around the room.             The session was meant to last an hour, if Preston remembered correctly. He’d been inundated with information when he checked in – rules, schedules, locations, staff names – and it was hard for him to remember it all. It was as if everything about him was glitching and shutting down. His brain, his body, his ability to learn and speak. The simplest things were difficult and exhausting, even though he wasn’t in physical pain. He could think about something, like getting out of bed or eating meals, but his body no longer automatically followed through on such plans and desires.             You’re so useless, the voice intruded on Preston’s haze. You’re doing this all to yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just lazy.             Preston inhaled and tried to focus on his breathing, like the initial doctor had told him. But in paying attention to his own body instead of the people around him, he noticed something worse: his bladder was filling.             He still didn’t move, but Preston started to try to remember what he’d done that day. It was after 3 in the afternoon, and he couldn’t remember having visited the bathroom since his morning shower before breakfast. He hadn’t drunk that much at breakfast or lunch, but it was enough to make him need the restroom now.             Oh my god. Just go, the voice demanded obnoxiously.             But Preston didn’t move. People could see him. He…he couldn’t just get up and walk to the bathroom. What if that wasn’t allowed? What if they asked where he was going? He’d have to say he wanted to go to the bathroom. The other kids might laugh at him. And what if Dr. Ward thought he was lying? Just making an excuse to get out of group? Then he’d never be allowed to leave again.             For fuck’s sake. This is not the end of the world. Just go.             I can’t, Preston answered mentally, honestly. He couldn’t. He couldn’t move. Even if he tried to convince himself to just stand - which he did, briefly – his body wouldn’t obey. He was stuck.             As the conversation continued around him, Preston felt a tiny surge in his bladder, and his sphincter reflexively tightened. The muscles of his thighs, however, didn’t budge. He wanted to look up at the clock to see how much time was left in group, but his head wouldn’t turn. His eyes didn’t even stray from the spot he’d been looking at the whole time.             Are you fucking kidding me? The voice snarked. Fine. Just sit there and be miserable until the end of the session.             Preston exhaled what would have been a whine if his vocal cords weren’t as unresponsive as the rest of his body. Logically, he knew his bladder wasn’t at its limit, but waiting until the end of group would mean putting in some extra effort to hold, and that just…wasn’t happening.             Just sit there. It sounded simple enough, but when the bladder was full, it would empty eventually. It was practically instinct to either position your muscles to increase the hold or to get up and find a toilet. It was so ingrained that no one really knew how long between urge and voiding with no outside help. But the way things were going, Preston was about to find out.             This has to be a joke. Do you want to piss yourself in front of everyone your first week?             No, Preston insisted silently. No, no.             Do I have to walk you through this? Are you that stupid?             No…I know…             You’re not acting like you know! Christ, just hold it! Push your legs together, squeeze your dick, something!             Preston’s heart rate had increased, but his body wouldn’t respond to his mind’s frantic begging. I can’t, he repeated, pleading with the voice to understand.             What do you mean you can’t? Literally every single semi-intelligent human being knows how to handle this situation.             I know, Preston insisted. He wasn’t crying, but his mental conversation with the voice made it sound like he was. I’m trying…             You’re not fucking trying! You’re not doing a damn thing! This is the most basic of all human functions, and you can’t even do that.             Preston couldn’t answer, not even mentally. He was positively paralyzed. No matter how desperately he wanted to move, to do anything, he just couldn’t.             Is this just what you’re going to do now? Wetting the bed wasn’t enough, you have to piss yourself in broad daylight now, to completely verify what a fucking waste of space you are?             I’m not…Preston started, but he couldn’t argue. The voice was right.             In the first few weeks after winter break, Preston had ended up wetting his sheets twice. The first time was…normal, almost? He’d had a nightmare and was still halfway asleep when he’d started to pee. Luckily, his roommate was already gone, so Preston had been able to drag himself out of bed and get cleaned up without anyone knowing.             The second time had been much more disheartening. He’d woken up really full, but his roommate was there with his girlfriend. They were being graciously quiet, especially considering it was almost 11 in the morning, but there were there. And Preston had to pee, bad enough that he had almost instantly started holding himself. He couldn’t just get up and walk past his roommate, hand between his legs like a kindergartener.             So he’d waited and hoped that they’d just leave, but they didn’t. They didn’t leave, and Preston just laid there, squeezing himself tightly and pretending to be asleep. He made no noise, not even when his bladder gave out and urine started seeping past his grip soaking his pajama bottoms. It had been another 20 minutes before his roommate left, and another 15 minutes after that before Preston had been able to work up the energy to climb out of bed and take care of his mess. It was soon after that accident that the he’d started hearing the voice in his head.             And now, just a few weeks after that episode, he sat in a white-walled room, not nearly as physically desperate as he’d been that morning, but he was mentally flipping out. He felt a leak escape before his sphincter automatically clenched slightly, cutting off the flow for at least a few more seconds.             I can’t believe you’re going to be this stupid. You have to want to piss yourself. No person is so fucking lazy they can’t even MOVE THEIR FUCKING LEGS TOGETHER.             Preston’s breath started to pick up, the only visible sign of his struggle. He wanted nothing more than to move, but he couldn’t; he was a statue. He felt trapped in his own traitorous body.             He wasn’t that desperate. This was a manageable situation, of only he could just clench his thighs, move his hand to hold on, something…             But his body wouldn’t listen, and his bladder quickly overcame the slightest of barriers provided by the unconscious holding mechanism.             Preston’s breath hitched momentarily as urine started trickling between his legs.             ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? the voice roared. YOU ARE UTTERLY TERRIBLE!! YOU’RE ACTUAL wetting YOUR PANTS FOR NO FUCKING REASON!!! Blinking robotically, Preston tried yet again to do something to stem the flow, but yet again, not a single muscle in his body responded voluntarily. The cheap, standard material of his issued pants didn’t soak up much, and warm liquid started to pool on the metal seat. Preston could do nothing but breathe, horrified, as his accident started dripping onto the floor. Instantly, one of the nurses was by his side, and Preston was fuzzily aware of rising din in the room. “Preston?” the nurse, a young-ish man asked gently as the voice screamed in Preston’s head. YOU’RE STILL FUCKING PEEING!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY IS WRONG WITH YOU??? Preston gaped, but couldn’t answer. He couldn’t even move his head to look at the nurse. The only things he was currently capable of, apparently, were breathing and peeing onto his chair. Voices swirled around the room. “Oh, wow, is he wetting his pants?” “Hey, Margo, looks like you’ve got competition for biggest spaz!” “Does this mean we’re done?” This is all they’re ever going to remember about you. You’re the freak that pissed himself in his very first group session. I bet no one has ever been that worthless before.  “Preston?” Now Dr. Ward was trying to get his attention. “Preston, can you hear me?” “Do you think he’s catatonic?” the nurse asked. “A reaction to his meds?” They think you’re literally fucking braindead. They think there’s no other possible explanation for an 18-year-old sitting in his own piss. It’s like you’re lobotomized or something. No…Preston tried, but his own thoughts were drowned out by the chatter of his peers, the concerned questions of the attendants, and, of course, the angry berating of the voice. “Damien, can you take him to get cleaned up? We’ll get an evaluation set up,” Dr. Ward murmured. The nurse – Damien, apparently – nodded and carefully took Preston by the arm, guiding him to his feet. Preston was mildly surprised to find out that his legs still worked. Oh, so you CAN move, as long as someone’s holding you like a damn invalid. The thin material of his pants clung to Preston’s legs as Damien walked him down the hall to the showers. He stood Preston past the first curtain of a stall, then stood back expectantly. When Preston made no move to undress himself, Damien sighed quietly. “Preston? Do you need some help?” Nothing. “OK. I’m going to help take your clothes off and clean up now, Preston, alright?” With clinically practiced hands, Damien started to pull off Preston’s cheap, gray clinic gear, delicately navigating Preston’s floppy, unresponsive limbs. Can you get any lower than this? the voice snapped. It’s bad enough that you can’t hold it for 20 damn minutes, but now you’re making this poor, underpaid staffer clean up your mess. “There you go,” Damien said, lifting Preston’s foot out of the wet pants. “Let’s get you in the shower now, OK?” The chilly water made Preston gasp audibly. “OK there, bud?” Damien smiled hesitantly. “Sorry about the temperature, I should have let it…” Damien’s voice trailed off as Preston continued to sniffle. Now you’re crying? Like this all isn’t entirely your fault? You don’t get any sympathy for not making the tiniest effort t- “What does it sound like?” Stunned that Damien’s voice was somehow able to interrupt the ranting voice in his head, Preston finally looked up, meeting the nurse’s eyes. “The voice in your head,” Damien elaborated as he continued to run a washcloth over Preston’s body. “What does it sound like?” “I-“ Preston croaked, his voice harsh from crying and general lack of use. “It’s…” “My sister said that the voice in her head sounded like our grandma,” Damien shared casually when Preston was unable to share. “She was a judgmental old bitch, but she was way harder on Fannie than she was on me. So,” he continued, seemingly oblivious to Preston’s wondrous stare, “when her depression got real bad, the voice that she heard, the one telling her how awful and useless and stupid she was, that voice sounded like Granny Jean.” Damien grabbed the handheld showerhead to rinse the soap off Preston. “I don’t know, man. I didn’t mean to babble. You just looked like someone was tryin’ to tell you something that wasn’t true, so I thought I’d ask.” Preston’s mind was reeling as Damien toweled him off. He wanted to ask more, but his voice still wasn’t working. Damien didn’t seem to mind Preston’s silence, though; he just tucked the towel around the teen’s waist and walked him back down the hallway. In his room, Preston was finally able to move on his own. Well, at least he was able to clutch the towel while Damien reached to pull out a new set of clothes. He was even able to move his arms and legs a little bit, so Damien wouldn’t have to do all the work in getting him dressed. “OK, kid,” Damien said, kneeling to slide slippers onto Preston’s feet. “I think you can stay in here for a bit, if you want, but then Dr. Ward is going to want to have a chat and maybe have Dr. Moon take some blood to see if your meds are causing some problems.” Damien stared at Preston, but Preston’s gaze was locked on the corner of his cot. Damien nodded knowingly and turned to leave. “N-nothing,” Preston rasped. Damien turned around. “What was that, Preston?” Slowly, as if in pain, Preston lifted his head to look at the nurse. “It…the voice…it doesn’t sound like anything. I don’t know. It’s just there.” His lower lip trembled; he’d never told anyone about the voice. The corner of Damien’s mouth twitched up, and he sat next to Preston on the bed. “You know it’s lying, right?” Preston glanced sideways, unsure. “Huh?” “The voice,” Damien explained. “It’s lying to you. All that shit it tells you about how you’re dumb and worthless. It’s not true.” Preston’s eyes filled with tears again. “But I…I w-wet…” Damien clapped a hand on Preston’s shoulder. “Kid, you know what the most powerful organ in the body is?” Preston shook his head. After just demonstrating the weakness of his own bladder, he really didn’t know where the nurse was going with this. “The brain,” Damien said simply. “You can’t do a damn thing if your brain isn’t on board. And just like hepatitis makes your liver not work, depression, schizophrenia, all that, makes your brain not work. So if you’re brain’s not doin’ what it’s supposed to do, then it can’t make your body do anything, even the things that are pretty easy the rest of the time.” A tear slipped from Preston’s eye. He didn’t know if he believed Damien, but he wanted to. And since Damien had started talking, the voice had stopped. Damien patted Preston’s shoulders. “I’m no therapist, kid, just speaking from what I’ve seen, from patients here and my sister.” He rose from the bed. “I’ve gotta go start preparing dinner meds. Dr. Ward should be by soon, OK?” Nodding, Preston wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. His movements still felt slow, as if he was dragging his arm through sand, but at least he was moving. And, if Damien was right, then moving meant that his brain wasn’t completely broken. And if he wasn’t completely broken, then maybe he wasn’t completely worthless after all…
A/N: This is the first part of a three part series focusing on Jasper, shipping her with Lapis Lazuli. Ignore the fact that this makes no sense, I'm living in a world where Jasper is just a good guy now and everyone is having fun together. Unfortunately, this turned out longer than I'd planned and the omorashi doesn't start until like 1,600 words in, and even then, it's a slow burn until it hits all at once, and I'm sorry for that. This story almost just turned into "Jasper has a good day because she fucking deserves it". I'm so sorry for all the needless fluff and stuff. Part I: funland “I'm going to become familiar with absolutely everything about this human planet,” declared Jasper one day. Reform had been a slow and difficult process for her, and there were times when it was harder for her to keep from slipping into her old mindset, but overall, she had made a lot of progress. Everyone was impressed, at the very least, by her enthusiasm. “That's...probably going to take some work,” said Steven. “And a lot of traveling. I dunno if we can get through all of that right now.” Jasper looked down at him impatiently and said, “Well, there has to be some sort of starting point for me.” “Hmm...” The boy pondered this before brightening. “I know! Why don't you just explore the boardwalk? There's lots of stuff for you to learn about humans there!” “Excellent!” Despite all other changes, Jasper's grin was just as fearsome as it had always been. “Take me to this 'boardwalk', so that I can see what sort of human experiences it has!” “Alright, let's get ready to...” He trailed off before sighing. “Wait, I forgot. I've got something to do with Connie today. Do you think we could save the human experiences for tomorrow?” Narrowing her eyes, she said, “I wanted to get a start on that today, but if you really don't have the time...” “No, no, hold on, I'll think of something,” he promised, before an idea came to him and he said, “Yeah, I got it! I'll be right back!” Running out of the room, he went to find someone who could do almost as good of a job as he had. He and Lapis had had a lot of fun on the boardwalk together, and she now knew it like the back of her hand. If anyone could show Jasper around it, it was her, and the tension between the two of them had never quite faded. Steven hoped that if he had them spend the day together, they would begin to get along a little better. “Can you do me a favor, Lapis?” he asked. “Uh...sure? What is it?” “Come with me,” he replied, taking her hand. “I'll show you!” He took off running again and she giggled as she tried to keep up, but her face fell as soon as she saw Jasper. “Oh. Steven, what is it you want me to do?” she asked with a sigh. “Welllll...” He explained what had happened thus far before finishing with, “And since you love going so much, I thought you could show her around!” “I don't know about that,” she said, looking uncertain. “Probably not a good idea,” Jasper added, looking just as uncertain. It was still so hard for the two of them to be in a room together that he knew they doubted they could handle a whole day alone. But Steven had faith in them, and he wanted so much for them to be able to get along. “Please,” he said, and he gave them that look that he was sure no gem alive could resist. “Pleeeeaaaase?” ~X~ Both of them would have liked to say that it didn't work, that they didn't fall victim to the child's charms, but they did, and they found themselves at the boardwalk together, having not said a word on the entire trip over. It wasn't until they reached the boardwalk that Jasper finally broke the silence, and it was only to say, “So, this is all it is?” “There's an amusement park at the end,” replied Lapis, but Jasper just gave her a blank stare. “But you have no idea what that is.” Turning her attention to the ocean that completely surrendered them, Jasper gave a little shudder. “I'm beginning to regret this.” Lapis followed her gaze and, as realization dawned on her, she groaned. “I'm not gonna try anything!” she protested. “Forgive me,” snapped the other woman, “for still being just a little bit nervous where oceans are concerned.” “Oh, gimme a break,” she muttered to herself, wondering how she was going to survive an entire day of this. “We live right by the ocean now.” But Jasper ignored her, looking around at other things now, fascinated and completely oblivious to how terrifying passersby seemed to find her. Soon enough, her own curiosity won out over her wariness, and she asked questions about nearly everything they passed, and Lapis did what she could to answer. Things were easier, at least, when they had something else to focus on, and before they knew it, they'd arrived at Funland. “What is...this place?” asked Jasper. “It's the amusement park I mentioned. Come on, I'll show you what kind of stuff it has,” said Lapis, guiding her in. Steven had given her some money for the day, and they purchased tickets. Almost immediately, Jasper's attention was stolen by a roller coaster, and she stared up at in awe. “What sort of machine is that?” “It's a roller coaster. You ride on it.” Lapis pointed to the cars going up and down hills as the riders screamed and shrieked and squealed. “Willingly? Or is it some sort of torture device?” She raised a brow in confusion. “It's for fun,” she replied. “What? Does it scare you or something?” “What?” Now Jasper looked angry, and a little embarrassed. “Of course not, nothing these humans have could possibly scare me!” “Then do you want to go on it?” “Excuse me?” “I asked if you wanted to go on it,” said Lapis with a smirk. “We can, you know. Since you're not scared and all.” Jasper looked hesitant, staring back up at the roller coaster in deep thought before she steeled herself and nodded. “Alright,” she said. “Let's ride it, then.” They got in line together, Jasper doing what she could to hide the fact that she was very unsure about the strange contraption. If the humans could do it without any trouble, than so could she, and when they reached the front of the line, she had herself convinced that it would be no problem at all. The attendant glanced between her and a “you must be this tall to ride sign”, looking torn between laughing at the fact that she towered over it or screaming in terror because she towered over him. “Uh, right this way, ma'am,” he said, settling somewhere between the two and giving her a wide grin with a nervous laugh. She stared down at him, unamused, before following his directions and climbing into the cart. It was a tight squeeze and somewhat uncomfortable, but she wasn't planning on backing out now, even when Lapis squeezed in beside her, barely managing to fit and much too close. She did what she could to ignore how odd the contact made her feel. Fortunately- but really, unfortunately- she didn't have to think about that for long before the cart took off, and suddenly she was overcome with anticipation. She didn't know why, because there was no way something like this could possibly bring someone like her harm, but still, she clenched her fists and held her breath. They started off at a slow pace, crawling up the first hill, and at first, she thought that it really wasn't so bad at all. From up here, she could survey the entire boardwalk, but then the cart tipped over the hill and she screamed. They reached such a great speed as they descended that she couldn't stop her screams, continuing as they reached the bottom of the hill and made a sharp turn, and her throat hurt by the time they hit the bottom of the final hill and came in for a stop. The cart slowly rolled in and she was suddenly composed, doing what she could to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. She could hear Lapis snickering beside her, and she scowled. The nervous man from before came to let them out of their cart, though judging from the grin on his face, he had heard Jasper just as well as anyone else, and she gave him a terrifying glare for good measure. He was quick to wipe the grin off of his face, and the two of them walked away without further incident, though she found that her legs were just a little bit shaky. “Stop laughing,” she muttered, and Lapis giggled, looking off to the side. “I wasn't,” she lied, and Jasper glared at her. “Okay, okay, seriously, I'm stopping.” She paused, before saying, “Well, since we got that out of the way, do you want to do something a little more...calm? Maybe get something to eat?” “Why would I? We don't have any need for that.” “Well, yeah, but it's still fun,” she replied. “It's definitely part of the experience here, at least.” Jasper contemplated this. “I do want to experience everything I can. Alright, then we'll get something.” It took her mind off of her roller coaster experience, at the very least, and Lapis lead her to a stall selling snacks and drinks. Jasper examined the products closely, leaning in further and further as the salesman inched back nervously, not sure what to make of her. Finally, she pointed to a bottle of orange soda and said, “I want that one. Whatever it is.” “Are you sure you just want a drink?” asked Lapis, as she handed the man some money. “Don't you want to try a snack or something?” “This is enough for now,” she replied, practically ripping the top off the bottle and downing the soda at a surprising rate. Lapis had expected her to hesitate at least a little bit, but she had dived right into it, and when the bottle was empty, she tossed it to the ground carelessly. A grin broke out across her face, and she snatched up another bottle without warning and did the same, without worrying about the fact that Lapis would have to pay for it. Handing more money to the man, she turned to Jasper and said, “You might want to slow down on that.” Jasper reached for a third bottle and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Pausing, Lapis wondered how best to explain it to her, and then she wondered if it would be more worth it not to. Grinning to herself, she decided to let Jasper figure out that one for herself, and said, “I just thought it might be too much for you to take in all at once.” Rather than responding to that challenge verbally, she responded by grabbing a third bottle, and Lapis did not mind that they were running low on money because she was curious about what Jasper would think about this experience. She took a fourth for the road and insisted that they continue exploring the park. Lapis kept a close eye on her, waiting for her to start to show signs that the beverages were affecting her. Before that happened, however, she caught sight of something else that captured her interest, pointing and asking, “What is that human doing?” It was a strength test game, and Jasper watched in fascination as a man lifted a hammer and brought it down, the indicator deeming him to be “weak”. Lapis tried to explain the gist of the game, and of course Jasper's eyes lit up in delight at the prospect of a challenge she was sure to win. “I want to do this one,” she said, charging off, and Lapis sighed as she followed, but she couldn't help but grin a bit, just to see Jasper getting so enthusiastic about something so small. She paid the fee to play, and the man running the game, who looked just as terrified as the one at the snack booth and the one at the roller coaster, handed her the hammer. Jasper studied the hammer for a moment before tossing it to the side and smirking. She summoned her helmet suddenly, saying something about not needing human tools to accomplish this, and the man watched in a mix of awe and horror as she leaned down and headbutted the target. Standing back up, she watched proudly as the indicator zoomed to the very top, deeming her the “strongest of them all.” She let out a loud, almost obnoxious laugh as she said, “And I was holding back!” Lapis wondered just how destroyed the game would have been had she put her whole strength into it, and she was relieved that Jasper hadn't done such a thing. She was sure that the man felt the same way as he gestured to a row of large stuffed animals, just about as tall as Lapis. “Alright, since you hit the very top, you can pick any one of our biggest prizes!” he declared. Jasper studied the row of animals, contemplating, before turning to Lapis and saying, “Which one?” Stunned, Lapis asked, “Wh-what do you mean?” “For Steven,” she replied. “I have no need for these human prizes, but he might find some use for it. Pick out the one that he would like best.” “But...Jasper, these are huge!” she protested. “There's no way we could carry one of them around all day.” She wondered, but only briefly, why she had been just a little bit touched when she believed that Jasper was planning on giving it to her. “But I won the biggest one,” said Jasper, as if it should be self-explanatory. However, Lapis didn't look ready to back down, and she had been feeling a little strange for the past few minutes, not up to an argument. “Fine, if you really want me to forfeit my prize.” “Uh, if you'd like to take one of our smaller ones, that would be fine too,” the man offered. Jasper nodded, looking satisfied. “Alright. Lapis, choose one that Steven will like and that you will be able to carry.” A look of discomfort crossed her face as she finished her sentence; her lower stomach felt weird, and a light pressure that had settled there was slowly growing. She wasn't sure what to make of this, but she ignored it for now, certain that, whatever it was, she could endure it. Lapis studied the animals for a moment before selecting a small dolphin, making sure to thank the man before the two of them started off once more. Jasper seemed interested in the other games, but they didn't have the money to play anymore, and upon hearing that, she replied that Lapis would just have to bring her back another time so that she could win at everything else. For now, they would just have to try out the rest of the rides, and Jasper kept an eye out for ones a bit lower to the ground. She didn't want to repeat her roller coaster experience, especially not now that she was feeling so strangely. The feeling in her lower abdomen was only growing worse over time, and she still couldn't figure out what it was. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she considered asking Lapis, but thought better of it. Once again, she told herself that she could endure whatever it was, and if that was the case, she didn't need to seek advice from anyone about it. But the pressure grew and grew, and she was overcome with the urge to fidget and squirm in place, and she hissed to herself. She wondered if it were about time to cut her little adventure short, but there was still another ride she wanted to try and so she steeled herself. This was nothing she couldn't handle, nothing she couldn't endure, and whatever it was, it could wait. “Are you sure you want to ride this one?” asked Lapis, looking a bit incredulous. “Of course. I want to ride them all, but after this one, I think I'll be ready to go back to the temple for now.” She didn't admit that this was because she wasn't feeling well, and they got in line for her final ride of the day. This one was an even more tight squeeze than the roller coaster had been. The two of them were meant to sit in little cups that spun around, and though she got to sit across from Lapis, instead of next to her, their knees were constantly rubbing together, and that strange feeling from before returned. Between that and the pressure in her stomach, Jasper wasn't sure what to make of all these new sensations. Today had turned into even more of an experience that she had been expecting. Lapis, meanwhile, had noticed the shift in her behavior, and wasn't surprised that she wanted to head back soon. She had been a little surprised that, if Jasper were really feeling the effect of the soda, she would want to prolong their trip just for a little ride like this, but she was even more surprised to find that she didn't mind that they were staying a little bit longer. In fact, though she felt the same discomfort as before at being in such close quarters with Jasper, she began to feel as though that weren't such a bad thing, and hugged the stuffed dolphin a little closer to her. As the ride began to spin, she once again noticed just how uncomfortable Jasper looked, seeing her wince a bit and squeeze her legs together. She wouldn't understand what these feelings or reactions meant until they were explained to her, but for the first time since her plan had formed, Lapis wondered if maybe she should warn her anyway. It would certainly be funny to watch her learn for herself, and after everything they had been through together, she couldn't help but think that Jasper deserved it, but a part of her was suddenly hesitating. Shaking her head, she tried to ignore those impulses. She had been nice enough to Jasper today, much nicer than she had been probably the entire time she had known her, and she spent the rest of their time in the teacup trying to move so that every time Jasper shifted her weight, they didn't rub knees. Because Jasper was shifting her weight more and more frequently, and every bit of contact they shared only made Lapis feel even more strange about their day together. She couldn't wait for the ride to be over so that she could go back to the temple and try to forget everything. Finally, the teacups slowed to a stop and Jasper climbed out. She hesitated for a moment, and just as Lapis was about to ask her what she was doing, she extended a hand, glancing off to the side and not making eye contact as she helped Lapis out of the teacup. As soon as she was steady, Jasper dropped her hand and began walking without a word, her steps irregular as it became incredibly obvious just how desperate she was becoming. Lapis knew that she had to be absolutely bursting by now, knew that her bladder had to be throbbing painfully and that she had to be incredibly close to leaking, if not losing control completely. She felt a stab of guilt, remembering just how painful it could be, especially when you didn't even know what you were dealing with, but she shook her head and followed along, not letting herself give in to that. “Ready to go?” asked Jasper, and her voice sounded incredibly strained. Lapis nodded and the two made their way toward the exit before walking back up the boardwalk together. It had honestly been a rather fun day, but there had been so many weird things that Lapis didn't really know what to make of it. She bit her lip as she glanced over at Jasper, staggering beside her and looking absolutely miserable. It wasn't until they were on the beach that she actually spoke up about it, though. “What is this?” she asked, pointing to her stomach. “What is what?” she replied, a little too quickly, but Jasper was too distracted to notice how guilty she was sure she looked. “I feel...strange, and I don't understand it.” Jasper groaned, squeezing her thighs together. Without even knowing what she was fighting against, she still fought against it, and had managed to hold on for an incredible amount of time. She was holding without realizing it, but she had her limits, and it appeared that she was almost at them. “How...exactly...do you feel strange?” Lapis felt quite strange herself now, but in a very different way than what Jasper was experiencing, in a way that she didn't understand anymore than Jasper understood her own struggle. “I can't...I don't...what is...” Jasper trailed off, groaning, and that was the end for her. Lapis watched as her face screwed up in concentration before relaxing, and there was a slight hissing sound as the warm liquid ran down her legs, splashing against the sand faster than it could be absorbed. She couldn't look away for even a moment, so very fascinated to watch Jasper wet herself, stunned by just how much she'd managed to hold back for so long. She'd had so much to drink, and she'd managed to contain it all for this amount of time, and something about that made Lapis feel very weird indeed. It took almost a full minute for Jasper to finish emptying, and when she did, she slumped over, panting and confused. When she looked back up, Lapis was quick to look away. “That wasn't supposed to happen, was it?” she asked. “I...no, not really.” Nodding, Jasper said, “So, that's how humans expel what they consume. I can't believe I didn't figure out that was what was happening sooner.” She looked a little bit ashamed of herself, and looked to be hiding just how ashamed she really was, and the stab of guilt Lapis had felt before returned. “Even so...I'm not sure why it's socially unacceptable when it feels good,” she continued, and Lapis froze. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly. “Well, it was painful, but it also felt good, somehow. I kind of enjoyed it.” Jasper shrugged. “Is that how it's supposed to feel?” “I...I'm not so sure about that,” said Lapis, looking down. Now things were getting downright freaky. “I think maybe that's a little more abnormal. You should probably keep that part to yourself, and maybe try not to do anything like this again. Especially not around others.” Sighing, Jasper said, “There's so much I still don't understand. Very well, I'll keep any...explorations of this private. I trust you won't tell anyone about this part of our day?” Without pausing to think, Lapis agreed, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that she hadn't had any intention of telling anyone the entire time. Humiliating Jasper had lost all of its appeal somewhere along the line, and she had more important things to worry about. Namely, figuring out what all of her feelings throughout the day meant. “Thank you. And thank you for showing me around today.” Now Jasper was the one looking down, mumbling, “I appreciate it. And...” She paused, taking a deep breath before saying, “You can keep that prize, if you want to. It seems like you really like it. I can win another for Steven next time.” The rest of their walk to the temple was done in silence, and Lapis hugged the dolphin to her chest again, wondering just what was happening between the two of them. A/N: IM SO FUCKING SORRY IT ENDED UP BEING SO LONG AND STUPID ARGH
Part II: the beach Things were different after their day out together, but Lapis figured she should have expected that. And she had at least expected the weird feelings she got around Jasper, the ones that she still couldn't explain, and she had expected to suddenly remember their experiences without meaning to and suddenly be overcome with...something. But she hadn't stopped to consider the fact that they really would start to get along better, and that if they were in a room together, Jasper wouldn't make her excuses and leave as quickly as possible anymore. It was odd, but not entirely unpleasant, and Steven seemed overjoyed that they were getting along, at the very least. He ended up taking Jasper on several outings after that, and though he invited Lapis, she would turn them down. She wasn't sure what it would be like, just the three of them, and she wasn't sure how much time she wanted to spend with Jasper until she had worked out exactly what she was feeling. So she spent a lot of time by herself, trying to run through the events of that day and figure out what had changed, and when. Setting off with Jasper, all she could think about was how much she didn't want to spend the day with the other woman, and how any time alone with her just reminded her of their time in the ocean, and how awful that had been. And that alone usually caused her to pause, because that alone made the entire thing make no sense. She didn't like to be alone with Jasper, she didn't like Jasper at all, and she wasn't sure if they could trust her after everything. When Steven had been convinced they could reform her, Lapis had been reluctant and a bit scared, and though the fear had subsided, she still didn't like being around Jasper. Scary or not, she wasn't a very likable person. Jasper had been just as perplexed by everything as Lapis had been the first time she'd seen it, and the two had quickly found things that she wanted to try out. She'd been amused, watching Jasper's face as she looked around, but things had really started to get weird on the roller coaster, when they were forced to sit so close together. If Lapis hadn't been so small, they might not have even fit in the same cart, but as things were, they were just crammed in together in such a way that they were always touching. It was a bit too close for her liking, close enough to drag up more memories, but it was very different from being fused. They were in close quarters again, but this time, there wasn't anything to worry about and there wasn't any struggle. It only reminded her of being completely stuck with Jasper, but the differences stood out to her more than the similarities. That was when she began to realize that being alone with Jasper didn't always have to be a bad thing, something she never thought she would have caught herself thinking, and the day only got weirder from there. Her immediate attraction to orange soda was almost as hilarious as how terrified the roller coaster had had her. Lapis couldn't describe exactly how she found those things, but the word 'endearing' came to mind more than once. Jasper had forgotten about the fact that everything consumed had to come out when they were in those forms, and Lapis had convinced herself that she didn't tell her because it would be funny. Now, knowing how she'd reacted to it actually occurring, she wasn't so sure. Whatever the case, she'd let Jasper go ahead and down four sodas without warning her, and then Jasper had seen the strength contest. Once again, she'd done something that was almost endearing, and Lapis couldn't but laugh as she'd won the contest her own way. If Lapis had thought the roller coaster had made things weird, that was nothing compared to what had happened with the stuffed animal that Jasper had won. When she'd asked Lapis to pick one out, it had seemed like she was giving it to Lapis off the bat, and she wasn't sure why she'd wanted that so much, and when she did choose one, she still chose the one she wanted the most, rather than what Steven would have wanted. The rest of the day, she had spent more than enough time thinking about already. The way Jasper had fidgeted and squirmed, how absolutely miserable she'd looked and how Lapis had both enjoyed it and felt sorry for her, and she hadn't even enjoyed it for the reasons she knew she was supposed to. She hadn't enjoyed it out and spite, and she'd pitied Jasper a bit as well, yet another thing that she knew wasn't supposed to happen between them. So what exactly was between them? Were she and Jasper becoming friends? Were they becoming something else? What did it mean that she didn't mind being close to Jasper now? What did it mean that enjoyed it when Jasper wet herself? She was still no closer to uncovering the truth, and that made it increasingly more difficult to be around Jasper, but she knew Steven would be so disappointed if she started acting distant again. And then Jasper came to her alone one day, taking her completely off guard. Lapis was briefly overcome with the urge to try to get away, but she knew that there she couldn't exactly get away with that, and what was more, there was that stupid part of her that had been wanting to spend time with Jasper again. “Is there something I can help you with?” she asked. “Yes,” said Jasper, then hesitated, looking a bit nervous. “That is...I think there might be something you could help me out with.” She glanced off to the side, and she actually blushed. Lapis found that she was blushing herself. “And...what, exactly is that?” “Well...” Jasper took a deep breath before she said, “I know you told that I shouldn't do that...thing in front of anyone else, and I haven't been. I've only pursued my interest in it on my own, but I've noticed that it isn't as...effective, when I'm by myself.” Now Lapis was really blushing and she stammered, “Wh-what are you saying?” Clearing her throat, she looked off to the side and muttered, “I think it would be more enjoyable if I had your assistance.” Taken aback, Lapis' eyes widened. “Are you asking me to...you know... watch you or something?” “I- I- you don't have to or anything like that.” For the first time, she noticed the way Jasper was fidgeting and wondered if she was already prepared for something like that. And there was the weird sensation that she still hadn't figured out, coming back like always. “I just thought that, since you were there before, I might need you to be there again for it to work. But if that's too much to ask...” Her blush deepened, and Lapis had really never seen Jasper behave like this before. She was struck by just how much the other woman was changing, but just like everything else going on in her life, she didn't know what to make of it. “I don't really understand why you're so fascinated by that,” she mumbled, not able to look at Jasper. “If you don't want to do anything, you don't have to,” Jasper snapped, but she couldn't hide the fact that she was disappointed. “I'll just...keep trying to figure out how to make it work by myself.” She winced, and it became a bit more obvious that she was holding right then and there. The temptation of getting to see Jasper do that again was too much for her, and she only hesitated for a moment before she spoke up. “No, no, you don't have to...I can help you,” she said. “I mean, I guess I can, if you think it'll work.” “It's...at least worse a try,” Jasper mumbled, but now she looked like she was trying to contain her excitement. “We shouldn't have to wait too long. I've already been preparing, in case you said yes.” “Do you want to go out on the beach again?” Jasper nodded. “Yes, I've got a place that's pretty out of the way. I haven't run into anyone else while I've practiced with this yet.” She said it all so professionally, considering the subject matter, that Lapis stifled a giggle while she followed her out to a secluded place on the beach. They stood in silence for a moment before she broke it by asking, “So...what do you usually do now?” “I just wait,” replied Jasper, shrugging. “There isn't much else I can do. If I consume the right amount of liquid, it usually doesn't take all that long.” She made a show of squirming around. “See? There's already so much pressure.” Lapis wasn't sure if she was imagining it or not, but it really looked like Jasper's smile was finally starting to soften up a bit. She returned the smile, finding that it came a bit more naturally than it once would have. Who would have thought that this was what it would take to get them to finally starting bonding, the real way? She didn't know everything about human functions, but Lapis did know that this wasn't common, and wasn't really something that was supposed to be shared. It certainly wasn't something that an entire friendship between two people who had previously hated each other was supposed to be built on. “Uh...so, do you want me to just watch you, or do you want to...tell me how it feels, or what?” Lapis felt herself blush once more as she asked this, but she found herself hoping that it was the latter. “Maybe I can talk about it,” she replied. “I'm still not really sure how to describe all of this. Can you believe humans have to do this all the time?” She paused, looking contemplative. “I wonder if there are any humans who get pleasure out of it, or if it's too normal for them.” It never failed to surprise Lapis just how interested Jasper was becoming in human affairs. She couldn't have cared less once, but somehow Steven had managed to get through even to her. “I don't know,” replied Lapis. “I think there are a lot of things about humans we'll never be able to understand.” Jasper looked ready to reply, but then she winced, nearly doubling over. “The pressure is really bad now,” she said, her voice strained. “I feel really...full? I think that's the most accurate way to describe it. I feel like I'm too full and that I can't contain this for much longer.” “You're starting to sound kinda technical,” said Lapis with a giggle. “Have you been taking lessons from Peridot?” Jasper scowled at her before wincing again and shaking her head. “You asked me to tell you what it felt like, you know. If you have a better suggestion, go ahead and give it to me.” “No, no, go on ahead,” she said, waving her hand and trying to stop her giggling. Jasper was looking really uncomfortable by now, growing closer to what she now knew was her limit, and it would only be a matter of time. She crossed her legs, saying, “I've found that this helps a lot.” Bouncing on her knees, she looked so strange. She was always so large and intimidating, but this made her seem so vulnerable that it was a stark contrast. In fact, there was almost nothing scary about her when she was like this, and maybe that was why Lapis found her so much easier to be around. But the more she thought about it, she realized that, even if that were a part of it, there was definitely more to it than that. Jasper went on about how it got worse as time passed, saying that even when she thought she couldn't possibly feel any fuller, she would, and that she couldn't keep still at all anymore. Her face was a strange one to try to read, between her looks of discomfort and her looks of an almost innocent happiness, as if this was all it took to take her cares away. Of all the things she would find to enjoy on earth, this had to be the most unusual. She jammed a hand between her legs, panting. “This helps even more,” she said, “but it never helps for very long. Once it gets to this point, I know that I don't have much time left.” She groaned, her knees buckling, and Lapis struggled to catch her breath. This was really starting to have an effect on her, but what that effect was, she doubted she would ever be able to explain. She wondered if Jasper could tell what this was doing to her, and she wondered if that was why Jasper needed her there in the first place. What was more, were they feeling the same sort of enjoyment? They were doing completely different things, but she had to wonder if the pleasure Jasper got from doing this was the same pleasure- and Lapis could at least admit that it was pleasure- that she got from watching. She felt herself growing tense in anticipation, waiting for that moment when Jasper finally did lose control, not able to look away for even a second, lest she miss it. And then the moment was there, and Jasper's face relaxed, and she groaned, “And here's the final part,” and then she was wetting herself, but this time, there was a small hint of a smile on her face as she did so. Her clothes darkened a bit, and the sound of liquid spraying the sand was almost loud, even against the background noise of the ocean, the puddle in the sand growing rapidly. Lapis stared in fascination at the stream that never seemed to end, and she was sure that it lasted for a bit longer than a full minute this time. The puddle left behind, when it was finally over, was absolutely huge, and it really was stunning that she was able to hold that much. Jasper seemed pretty proud of herself for it as well, but then an awkward silence descended over them. Now that it was over, neither of them really knew what to say about it. Lapis was just starting to think she should break the silence when Jasper did, mumbling, “That did...make things better.” “Having me here?” “Yeah. I...enjoyed your company more than I enjoyed being alone.” Her cheeks darkened. “If you'd like to...do this again...” Lapis knew that she would and that there was no point in pretending that she didn't want to. “Yeah,” she said. “I'm...happy to help. I don't really mind...I mean...I kind of enjoyed it too...” She didn't know if she would ever be able to sort out these feelings, and she didn't know if spending more time with Jasper would make it harder or easier, but she did know that it wasn't worth avoiding her if there was a chance it wouldn't even help. Jasper nodded, glancing off to the side. “Alright, so...next time, then?” “Yeah, just...let me know when you want to.” Lapis offered her a small, nervous smile before they went their separate ways. So maybe she still didn't know where this was going or what this meant, but she was happy about whatever it was, and that wasn't something she'd ever expected to feel about Jasper. It had to be for the best that they pursued this, if it could really make the two of the get along so well.
A/N: Because Civil War turned me into IronSpider trash, I present to you, some garbage I wrote a week or so ago. Maybe they were hanging out a little too often but, at the same time, maybe Tony didn't really care. With the way things had been lately, it was nice to have someone around who actually made him feel kinda good about himself, and just good in general, and Peter Parker really fit that bill. It was hard not to cheer up around him, and so Tony didn't mind taking whatever excuse he could to be with the kid, because he needed his help anyway. And the way Peter's eyes lit up whenever they were in the labs, the way he ran around doing what he knew how to do, offering suggestions to Tony and always seeming so impressed by whatever Tony came up with was too goddamn endearing. Practically everything he did was too goddamn endearing, and that alone should have been enough to send warning bells, but Tony must have been a glutton for punishment, because he needed this too much to really care. So the time they spent together was nice, and it was becoming more frequent, and it was during one of these times that Tony began to notice something off about the young man. It started out gradually, subtly, flashes of discomfort on his face that were gone almost as soon as they appeared, and then things began to get more obvious. He just seemed nervous at first, a bit more fidgety than usual, and that was a good enough reason that Tony bought it, even though he wasn't sure what Peter would have to be nervous about now that they were used to spending this time together. But what other reason for it could there be? Early on, it really was hard to decipher why the kid couldn't seem to stand still for long, why, if Tony caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, he would see Peter grimacing, shifting in place. But as time went by, things began to really fall into place, and before long, he wondered why it hadn't been clear from the beginning that Peter's problem was that he needed to piss. It really was the most likely explanation, just judging by the nature of his movements and his discomfort, and it wasn't too hard to believe. They'd been at this for a really long time without any breaks, but Tony didn't know why Peter didn't just excuse himself, like he would have done, had been to the point that he couldn't even comfortably hold still. But, then, it made a little more sense for him to be nervous under those conditions; not everyone had boundless confidence, and if Peter were too shy to admit he needed to stop and go to the bathroom, it really wouldn't come as a surprise, especially given his young age. And Tony knew that he should probably do something that wouldn't cause the kid any embarrassment but would give him a way out; perhaps pretend he was the one who needed it, suggesting that they both take a break. He knew that that was exactly what he should do and he didn't, and for what reason, he couldn't say. Instead, he kept things going, subtly watching Peter with interest, wanting to see what he would do when things started to get really bad for him. It didn't take much longer for things to get to that point, until his squirming was so painfully obvious that Tony really wondered how he could possibly think he was managing to keep this a secret. He had fallen silent, a rare occurrence, and he looked so pained that Tony was really starting to feel bad for him, yet he still couldn't bring himself to do anything about it. Finally, Peter spoke up about it, looking humiliated to even be opening his mouth. “Say, uh, do you have a...I mean, of course you do, but where's...where's the bathroom?” His legs were shaking, and he barely looked like he was going to make it. Why Tony was disappointed that the fun was over would have to be another thing added to the list of mysteries that day. None of his reactions were making sense, and even as he began to get a sinking suspicion of what was going on, he managed to ignore it as he gave Peter directions. Whatever it was, it couldn't be that. For one thing, that was just plain weird, and for another, this was Peter. A fucking kid, that he should not be looking at in that way, in any situation. “Thanks,” the young man said, looking close to tears, and each slow, slow step looked like it was going to be the end of him. Until, suddenly, one of them was, and he froze in his tracks, and before he even saw it, Tony knew what was happening. Peter groaned in what sounded like a perfect blend of relief and horror and humiliation, and then a dark patch was spreading across his jeans as the poor kid actually began to piss himself. And Tony was getting so damn hard from watching it that he couldn't actually keep denying the effect it was having on him. He couldn't look away as Peter soaked himself completely, a puddle growing on the floor beneath him and his face going completely red, tears spilling out of his eyes. Shifting, Tony was so, so glad that the pants he wore didn't give much about his own situation away, but that didn't change the fact that the situation was still there, and now he had both a crying, wet teenager and the weirdest boner he'd ever had to deal with. Of course, Peter was humiliated beyond his belief, trying to blink back his tears and mumbling, “Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't...I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry, I don't even...” And then his shoulders were shaking and he was crying in earnest, because he really couldn't think of a way to apologize for this. Comforting was not one of Tony's strong suits, and all he could offer was a weak, “Hey, it's alright.” Maybe if he weren't so distracted by the fact that this turned him on a hell of a lot more than he would ever admit to anyone, he might have been able to offer something a little better. “But I just...it's not alright!” Peter shook his head. “I'm sorry, now you must really think I'm a kid and you probably don't want me around anymore cos...cos...” “Hey, now that's not true at all,” he said, and at least he could say that with sincerity, even if he was distracted both by how fucking aroused he was, and he how terrible it made him feel that he was. If he had not been going to hell before, his newfound interest had to be the final nail in the coffin. “It happens to everyone, you know?” “I bet it doesn't happen to you,” said Peter, looking down at his mess in shame. “And I bet you'd be surprised. Get me drunk enough someday and maybe I'll tell you a story or two,” he replied, already knowing that he would never trust himself enough to reach that level of intoxication around the kid he was- apparently- attracted to. And more so if said kid were piss-soaked and humiliated, and he really wasn't sure what that said about him. “Anyway,” he went on, “don't beat yourself up over it. Really. It's not big deal, and I promise I'm not gonna lord this over you, like I might have if it were somewhere else.” He smirked, hoping his joking would cover up any signs of discomfort he might be showing now. Things were so out of hand now, and more than anything, he wanted to be alone before they got any worse. “I can get something for you to change into,” said Tony at last. “Just...go on and start getting cleaned up, alright?” He hoped that Peter wouldn't notice that he kept him waiting just a bit as he took care of things.
The morning sun gleamed bright as the Queen’s entourage reached the Wedgemore meadow, where a hundred pavilions had risen on the grassy field.  Some were small, some large; some square, some round; some of sailcloth, some of linen, some of silk; but all were brightly colored, with long banners streaming from their center poles, painting the meadow brighter than a field of flowers. Lord Abbot was staging a great tourney to celebrate his daughter’s sixteenth nameday and every lordly house in the realm had sent a knight or three to Wedgemore, to see the fair maid and brave the lists in her honor. Queen Charlotte too was eager to see the noblest lords and finest knights from the realm compete against each other.  With half her court, she had set from the capital at dawn to reach Wedgemore on time.  They had traveled past woods and orchards, stout holdfasts and neatly tended fields as the sun rose from its slumber and climbed up the sky.  All the way, Queen Charlotte’s lips barely parted with the water skin, although she had plenty of water before leaving the King’s Fort. Owing to her belief that drinking a lot of water would grant her eternal youth, the Queen made it a point to drink no less than ten liters each day, however engaged in her duties she may be.  By when they met the honor guard Lord Abbot had sent to meet them on the road and escort them back to his keep, Queen Charlotte already had four liters of water streaming through her body, most of it already begging to be let out, but she paid it no heed.  A blare of trumpets went off from the walls as the Queen’s knights and mounted archers poured through Lord Abbot’s castle gates, riding some of the most splendid horses in the country.  The Queensguard knights rode in with the royal banners and a gust of wind lifted the golden silk pennons atop the tall staffs, and the rampant griffin of House Seymour drawn upon it seemed to take wing.  Lord Abbot and his sons came hurrying out the doors of the keep and kneeled as Queen Charlotte stepped out of her carriage. She was wearing a white gown slashed with cloth-of-gold, lacy but demure. It had been several years since the last time she had donned it, and she found it a bit tight about the middle.  “Your Highness” Lord Abbot kissed her hand and she responded with a curt smile.   She rode to the tourney in a litter with curtains of yellow silk so fine she could see right through them. They turned the whole world gold. The meadow was filled with people, all trying to wriggle their way closer for a better view. The viewing stand was filled up with highborn lords and ladies, a few rich townfolk, and a score of knights who had decided not to compete that day. All clutching their cloaks tight about them against the morning chill. Everyone who was seated, stood up when Charlotte came to take her seat in the viewing box, and sat only when the she signaled with a nod.  As she waited for the joust to begin, a minor twinge from her bladder reminded the Queen of her filling organ, but she chose to ignore it and asked a servant to fill her water skin now that she had emptied it for the fifth time. The horns blew to summon the challengers, and a murmur of excitement went through the crowd as five knights appeared one by one at the south end of the lists. Heralds shouted out the name of each knight in turn. They paused before the viewing stand to dip their lances in salute to the Queen, Lord Abbot and his daughter, then circled to the north end of the field to select their opponents.  When done, the challengers trotted back to the south end of the lists to await their foes and stood with their twelve-foot lances pointed upward. Brightly barded horses were held by squires on the north end of the field for the champions to mount. They donned their helms and took up lance and shield, in grandeur the equal to their rivals. And then, the Wedgemore meadow grew almost still as the champions trotted into position. A horn sounded, and stillness turned into commotion in the blink of an eye. A thousand voices began to scream and shout as the knights charged from both sides, forty iron-shod hooves beat and tore the ground, ten lances ready to pierce through their rivals’ hearts. The field seemed almost to shake, and champions and challengers came together in a shredding collision of wood and steel, pummeling two riders into the dust. Their rivals dismounted to meet them afoot with swords and axes, while the ones still ahorse turned around for another pass.  Charlotte saw the point of Sir Tybalt’s black lance hit Sir Fendrel’s  shield and slide off to slam into his chest, even as the latter’s own lance burst into splinters against Tybalt’s breastplate.  Sir Fendrel’s horse reared with the force of the impact, and he was lifted from his stirrups and flung brutally to the ground, inciting a great roar of approval from the crowd. Sir Fendrel’s squire ran out, loosened his helm, and called for help, and two serving men lifted the fainted knight by the arms to help him back to his pavilion. Lord Brinon was down as well, unhorsed by Sir Rowan Braund, but he jumped up at once and drew his longsword, and Sir Rowan Braund cast aside his lance and dismounted to continue their fight afoot.   Elsewhere on the field, the two knights who had remained ahorse were riding their fifth course. More lances shattered, and this time Lord Norman Grey aimed his point so expertly he ripped Lord Joseph Rowntree’s helm cleanly off his head.  Barefaced, Lord Joseph raised his hand in salute and got down his horse, yielding the match. By then Sir Rowan had beaten Lord Brinon into submission, showing himself as skilled with a sword as he was with a lance. For the rest of the morning and well into afternoon, it was more of the same, as knights took the field in twos and threes, and sometimes five together. Trumpets blew, the heralds called out names, warhorses charged, the crowd cheered, lances broke like twigs, and swords rang against helms and mail. It was, smallfolk and high lord alike agreed, a splendid day of jousting. By this time, sharp twinges from her bladder were making Queen Charlotte a bit uncomfortable. She had drunk no less than six liters of water since morning and now a distinct bulge was beginning to show over her gown. She could feel all the water streaming through her body, getting collected in her bladder but she wasn’t even close to desperate. Sir Thomas Darell fought in a black fury and defeated all his challengers. He shattered Sir Donald’s collarbone and elbow, but the worst injuries he meted out were to the Queen’s favorite, the handsome knight Sir Cedric Garin , who was borne from the field senseless and bloody. Lord Crewe and Sir Edmund Cartwright rode against each other thrice more before Sir Edmund finally fell off his horse so hard, he lost all consciousness. Sir Francis Bennett, broke no less than nine lances against Lord Abbot’s son, Jeffery. They both lost their saddles on their tenth course, only to rise together to fight on, sword against mace. Finally an injured Sir Bennett admitted defeat. A splendid sight, Charlotte thought as she watched victor and vanquished embrace and walk together from the field.  The Queen’s bladder was positively swollen by this point, her gown straining to contain the bulge. Though her need wasn’t pressing, she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her bladder expanding to outrageous proportions to contain all the liquid she had consumed.   With the ungodly amount of water getting collected in her cavernous bladder, a serious pressure was building up inside her, but Charlotte let it slide to the back of her mind. Having the biggest bladder in the realm was surely a blessing. She could hold as much as she wanted, as long as she wanted. She knew there was absolutely nothing to worry. With her capacity, needing to wee was never a problem. A fanfare of trumpets announced that three new challengers had entered the lists. The heralds shouted their names. "Lord Baron of House Calvert, from the Cheviot Hills. Lord Ulric of House Bretel, from Gillygate. Sir Gawen of House Corbet, Lord of Knavesmire."  The three challengers took their places as the three champions mounted up. Men were making bets all around them and calling out encouragement to their choices.  On the first pass, Lord Crewe struck Sir Gawen's shield a partial blow, the blunted point of his lance sliding aside into empty air.  Sir Gawen's own lance broke clean against the Lord Crewe’s chest, and the latter seemed about to fall for an instant before he recovered his seat.  The second time through the lists, Lord Crewe swung his lance left, aiming for his foe's breast, but struck his shoulder instead. Even so, the blow was enough to make the older knight lose his lance. One arm flailed for balance and Sir Gawen fell. The Lord swung from the saddle and drew his sword, but the fallen knight waved him off and raised his visor. "I yield, my Lord" he called.  "Well fought." The lords in the viewing stand echoed him, shouting, "Well fought! Well fought!" as Lord Crewe knelt to help the knight to his feet.  Farther away, Sir Rowan was being carried off the field unconscious, while Lord Ulric and Lord Norman were going at each other lustily with axes, to the delight of the roaring crowd.  "Get him!" someone shouted merrily, "Get him! Hit him!  “Yes! He's right there, he's right there!" The crowd seemed almost equally divided between them, hence cheers and curses mingled freely in the air.  Lord Abbot’s son, Jeffery, also fought several notable matches, knocking his foes from their stirrups one after the other, which made him a great favorite of the commons. Though, Queen Charlotte thought the day's honors should go to Lord Ulric Bretel who humbled fourteen knights, each one of them formidable.  A dozen times, the crowds gasped as riders crashed together, lances exploding into splinters while the commons screamed for their favorites.  Women covered their eyes whenever a man fell, but the Queen never reacted. A great lady knew how to behave at tournaments. The jousting went all day and into the dusk, the hooves of the great warhorses pounding down the lists until the field was a ragged wasteland of torn earth. By this point, Queen Charlotte was beginning to feel a bit desperate and for the first time in the entire day, she sat with her thighs pressed together, a water melon sized bladder jutting out of her gut. All the water was really catching up and she knew a flood was building up inside her bladder, but she wasn’t going to let that flood break free before the jousting was done. The most splendid warriors from the realm were competing before her and she didn’t want to miss any of it while she went off to use the castle privy.   Lord Crewe rode brilliantly. He overthrew Sir Warren Bauldry and Lord William Conteville as easily as if he were riding against dummies made of straw. Sir Peter Toustain, seemed unstoppable as well, violently riding down one foe after the other. The most frightening moment of the day came during his tenth joust, when his lance rode up and struck a Sir Warren from Wirksworth under the gorget with such force that it exploded out of the back of his neck in a gout of bright blood, killing him right then and there. Screaming, Sir Warren’s horse had crashed sideways, knocking the wooden barrier to pieces as it fell. The youth fell not ten feet from where Charlotte was seated. The point of Sir Peter’s lance had snapped off in his neck, and blood flowed out of him to cover the sand in red.  All of Wedgemore meadow was shouting. Sir Peter, having raced casually around the carnage to the end of the lists, wheeled his horse and came galloping back. He was shouting too, though Charlotte could not make out the words over the screams of people.  After they carried off the body, a boy with a spade ran onto the field and shoveled dirt over the spot where he had fallen, to cover up the blood. Then the jousts recommenced. As the time crawled ahead, the thoughts of her filling mammoth bladder suddenly came rushing back to the Queen.  She had totally forgotten about it, but now, with the pressure having reached a fevered level , she was finding it difficult to keep her composure. She crossed her legs and placed a hand on her bulging stomach. The strain of her full bladder was making her restless now. She tried hard to sit normally, but she could not keep her legs still. Sir William of Orange also fell to Peter Toustain and Lord Oliver Cromwell to Ulric Bretel. Lord Oliver was unhorsed so violently that he broke his arm upon the fall. Though the crowd cheered madly when he found his feet, for his beautiful face made him a great favorite. The Queen had consumed a whooping ten liters of water by this point, all of it getting pumped into her cast-iron bladder. She needed to wee a lot by now but she just didn’t want to leave to use the privy and miss any of the fights. So she kept sitting with her thighs pressed together to endure her bladder pain. Her composure was slowly whittling away. She just crossed her legs when a sudden bladder spasm took her and slightly rubbed her thighs as she continued to enjoy the games. Lord Jarin of Wintwater jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for a second pass as his opponenet, Lord Thomas Darell tossed down his broken lance and snatched up a fresh one, cursing his squire. Lord Jarin spurred forward at a hard gallop and Lord Darell rode to confront him.  Both their lances exploded, and Lord Jarin fell off his horse so violently that his head hit the ground with an audible crack. In an instant, Lord Thomas jumped off his mount and walked to Lord Jarin, who was still struggling to find his feet. Thomas pulled a long dirk free and flicked open his rival’s visor. The roar of the crowd was too loud for Queen Charlotte to hear what Jarin said, but she saw the word form on his split, bloody lips, ‘Yield’ as he raised his arms in surrender.  Squires dashed onto the field and carried the vanquished night back to his pavilion.  The Queen had to piss so badly by now that she was finding it difficult to sit still. She normally would have immediately stopped whatever she was doing to go relieve herself, even if that meant leaving a council meeting midway or excusing herself from bible study. But here it was jousting, and she was enjoying every bit of it, so she decided to postpone her need. Shrieks of horror rose from the crowd when Sir Lionel’s lance speared through Lord Robert Dalton’s open visor, piercing through his eye and brain. With an alarming scream he flew off his horse and crashed to the ground, his blood soaking into the sand around him, a splinter still protruding from his left eye. All the thoughts of her expanding bladder were forgotten as Charlotte watched Lord Robert withering in agony as he slowly drifted towards his death. He breathed his last before his squires carried him back to the pavilion. By then, the moon was well up and the crowd was tired, so Lord Abbot decreed that the remaining matches would be fought the next morning, before the melee. While tired commons began their walk home, talking of the day's jousts and the matches to come on the morrow, the highborns moved to the castle’s great hall to begin the feast, along with the winners and losers from the tournament.   The Queen walked back to the castle with a very protruding bladder bulge, carrying all the water she had drunk. Her first priority now was to take a piss, but the feast was about to begin and her absence would be taken as a slight. She was the guest of honor and keeping others waiting would have been disrespectful. So, unwillingly she decided to wait until the feast was done. A sound of curiosity went through the hall when Lord Abbot came in, escorting the queen. He helped her up the steps to the dais and led her to her seat, but the queen never so much as looked at him. Half an hour had passed by when the second course was laid out, leaving Charlotte worried. She had never dreamed that the service would be so slow, and she was crossing and uncrossing her legs as she tried to stop fidgeting. I don’t want to piss, she told herself that it was only imagination, seeing other people drinking a lot and knowing what effect that usually had. She tried very hard to ignore that she had drunk an ungodly amount of water, and was probably the only one brave enough not to have been to the privy before the feast. Tables were piled high with sweetgrass and strawberries and fresh-baked bread, yet none of it caught Charlotte’s attention. She sat with her thighs pressed, wiggling her butt in discomfort, her bladder aching for relief. She was beginning to think of leaving the hall to look for a privy but her thoughts were intruded by Lord Abbot, "At the nameday feast, I hope you will not refuse to dance with my sons," he said. "It would please an old man's heart." A dance was the last thing she needed, the way her bladder was throbbing but she couldn’t very well refuse her host. “Might I have this dance, my lady?" Lord Abbot’s son Jeffery stood waiting for her answer.  A slight nod with a curt smile was her response as she stood up half-heartedly from her seat, before the young lord escorted her to the dance floor. Nursing her aching bladder, she danced with him, keeping her thighs pressed all the while. “You dance very well, my Queen” Jeffery told her as they whirled to the music, and she gave him a smile in return that was probably weaker than she intended, but with her bladder in such a painful and bulging state, it was the best she could do.   By the time Lord Abbot’s second son, Roderick came up to her to ask for a dance, her desperate state had turned her legs into wood and she barely moved if danced at all. “Is there something wrong my lady?” Roderick asked, noting her discomfort.  “N- nothing, I’m fine..” Charlotte replied with a broken smile that betrayed how much her bladder was busrting. The young lord must have thought her a very clumsy dancer but she was far from caring about what he thought. She even danced with Lord Atwell for a while and then she was back with Jeffery once more, dancing while somehow holding her river of wee.  And soon, blessedly, the dance was over. Her relief was short-lived. No sooner had the music died than Lord Durandal came up to her and started talking. He inquired politely after the health of her father, brother, and son. Though she acted as if she was listening, the Queen’s mind was absorbed by the thought of her painful need.   I cannot act differently due to the state of my bladder, be graceful, she told herself and responded to Lord Durandal’s every question with utmost humility.  She was determined not to give them any indication that she was dying for a piss. A proper lady never makes the need to relief herself known, she reminded herself. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, her lower belly protruding ominously in front of her as she tightly held her day’s long worth of water.  No one in the hall knew how full her bladder was, how much it was aching. While singers sang and jugglers juggled, they began with pears poached in wine, and went on to tiny savory fish rolled in salt and cooked crisp, and roosters stuffed with onions, and mushrooms. There were great loaves of brown bread, mounds of turnips, apples, figs, grapes, oranges, lemons,  sweet corn, pease and beans. Mutton stewed with onions, garlic and herbs, roasted swans, geese and quail, and trenchers dripping full of venison stewed with beer and barley. Pastries, filled with a mixture of meat, dates, ginger, vinegar, eggs, and herbs.  And for the sweet, Lord Abbot's servants brought down trays of pies from his castle kitchens, sugar paste, marzipan and jelly painted and molded into shapes of castles and ships, spiced honey biscuits and blackberry tarts, apple crisps and wheels of buttery cheese. The rich foods made mouths water but the Queen sat indifferent. Her mind wrapped up in her dire need to piss.  As she sat with her legs crossed, the wave of pressure in her bladder seemed to intensify into a more severe state of need with every minute, and she felt even more swollen and close to the point of honestly bursting than she had even moments before. This sensation of urgency terrified her. The feeling of needing to pass her water and not being immediately able to do so, it was a feeling that scared her so much. To be caught in such a dire and private need was not something she considered becoming to a proper lady. The Queen played with the food but barely bought any of it to her mouth. She was having trouble controlling her need. It was clear that she was nearing her limit. Even a simple thing as talking to Lord Abbot was almost too much for Charlotte, who needed to concentrate every second to keep her bladder under control, and for a dreadful moment she thought she was going to lose control, instinctively jamming her hand between her legs, blocking off her piss, about a hair’s breadth away from her smallclothes, or so it felt. Once she had started to hold herself, it felt so good she did not want to let go, so she resorted to the trick of resting her other arm across her lap to hide what she was doing.  She wanted to run, find a privy and piss to her heart's content, but she couldn't just leave the feast, It would be rude, she reminded herself again and again, hoping it would give her the strength to hang on.  Standing up to cut the cake was an extra strain on her overfilled bladder, but even more difficult was moving her legs while desperately trying not to wet herself. Her bladder was so full she couldn’t even stand straight, let alone walk.  When she was back on her seat, she immediately crossed her legs and held her crutch to ease the strain on her bladder.  The servants kept the cups filled all night, yet the Queen didn’t even taste it. Her bladder was already bursting with water and the last thing she wanted was more liquid flowing into it. It was almost an hour past midnight, and the Queen had been holding her waters for over twenty hours, since she left the capital.  Only her exceptional bladder capacity had enabled her to do so, but now she was near to breaking down and wetting herself. Her need to piss had become so great that she was finding it difficult to think about anything else. It was beginning to overtake all good sense. She was pushed to the point where she was beginning to think of leaving the feast, however rude she may come across, she didn't care.  I really need to use the privy, but I don’t know where they are, she thought. No, I cannot ask them, a proper lady never makes the need to relieve herself known, she told herself firmly.  She sat with her legs crossed, hands pressing on her thighs in desperation. It was now taking her a lot of force to hold her waters.  Suddenly, without any warning, a thick stream burst into her smallclothes, spreading dampness  around her crotch. Shocked, Charlotte crossed her legs tighter to clamp the stream off before she completely lost control, her muscles tightening as she tried to prevent any further leakage. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she looked around to see others laughing and drinking. Nobody knew that she'd just leaked into her clothes, but soon they would. She was just moments away from having a humiliating accident, her sphincters quivering with pressure.  No, I absolutely cannot leave the feast, I’ll have to wait, she told herself but her bladder was about to explode.  Then, another spurt of hot pee rushed out of her for just a fraction of a second before she summed every ounce of her will to hold back the massive flood that she contained. The leaks however had dampened her smallclothes and she felt another small trickle escape to add to its wetness. She was losing control of her bladder, and she knew she had to find a privy NOW or else she would disgrace herself in front of all these people. She stood up from her seat, a hand placed on her thigh, inches away from her crotch, "P- pardon me my lord, I feel the need of some air.”  “As you please, my Queen” Lord Abbot was quick to respond. "Your Highness, give me but a moment to don my mail. You should not be without protection"  Sir Preston of the Queensguard rose from his seat. Determined not break her composure, Queen Charlotte said, "If I am not safe in the heart of Lord Abbot’s castle, with so many to protect me, one sword will make no matter . . . please sit and eat, my good sir. If I have need of you, I'll send for you."  "As you will, Your Highness." Sir Preston replied. Stopping her piss at the gates, she turned around and left the hall with her thighs pressed together, past a slouching guardsman who straightened so hurriedly that he near dropped his spear.  As she walked through a low door into a stair tower, Queen Charlotte squeezed her crotch as tightly as she could, steeling herself to climb the stairs. Lifting her legs wreaked havoc on her exhausted sphincters but she somehow managed to contain herself. Charlotte could hear faint music drifting from the great hall, seeping out into the night.  Had she known finding relief would be so difficult, she never would have drank so much water.  Once upstairs, she examined every last room in the massively grandiose hallway but none of them was a privy. She turned; her face visibly distressed as she tried to decide on her next course of action. She thought going back to the hall to ask if anyone knew where the privy was, but immediately erased the thought off her mind. Considering the signals her bladder was sending, she feared she might not be able to hold out that long. She had to piss so bad that she was almost afraid to walk. She did, however, as quickly as she dared. Though her mind was focused with every second on the throbbing, consistently surging muscle that felt, with every step, that they were seconds away from throbbing too strongly for her to bear. She realized her breath was shallow and quick as she made her way down the dim hallway, her steps small but quick. The doors of all the rooms she'd checked stood on either side, some still partway open. She glanced at one or two of them anxiously, seeing only furniture and tapestries, and could not help but halt in her steps. The pressure was incredible. She could feel the muscles around her pisshole practically vibrating with the effort it took to impede the inevitable flood of urine that wanted so desperately to escape. She made a small, whimpering sound in spite of her valiant effort to hold onto her modesty, and crossed her legs together.  She forced herself to keep walking. It wasn't easy. Her thighs were clenched, her ankles stiff, and she found herself slowing her hesitant walk to a full stop several times. Her hand, buried deep inside her crotch, she stuck her knees tight together. Oh God, the pressure. Her bladder was so swollen, jutting out of her gut like a boulder, hard as a rock, filled with so much water. It was driving her insane. At length she straightened her posture, allowing the particularly strong spasm to subside as best she could, and was ultimately able to take a few more steps. She had to hold it. She had to. She had literally no choice, at least until she was able to get further upstairs, maybe there was a privy there. It was all she could do to keep from bursting right where she was, merely trying to hurry through the hall. "Ohh..." she groaned quietly in her misery. The walls of her bladder stretched still further and pinched at her mercilessly in protest. She shushed it. She told herself that she could hold it. After all, she was the Queen of twelve countries. She could surely hold it however long she had to, no matter how... pressing the need. She tried to take a deep breath, and prepared herself to move further upstairs to search more rooms, that might possibly have a privy. She bent at the waist, her hand trembling on the wall, in a cold sweat. "Ohhhh, God please..." she moaned, and closed her eyes for a moment, her body seconds away from giving out. Her bladder sent her a particularly hot, sharp twinge; so strong and so urgent she was unable to stop a small leak from bursting into her clothes. Oh, dear God, where are all the privies in this bloody castle? "Ohhhh..." she moaned softly. Oh, my god, help me, she thought.  Oh, just please make it stop... She didn't dare move for several seconds. She stood, her bladder ready to explode, her knees almost numb from being held so tense. Finally, regaining some semblance of control she was again able to stand more or less upright. Just hold it a little longer, she told herself. Just try and make it...  She decided then to try and venture up the stairs, although there was no promise of finding a privy. She crossed the short hallway, her great need weighing her down with every careful step.  I don't know how much longer I can take this; I really don't, she thought, her agony reaching a panicking stage. I have to piss… oh god how I have to piss… her thoughts trailed off as she reached the first step on the landing. Her bladder trembled, threatening her. It was the worst state of desperation she could remember in all her years as the Queen. "I'm not going to make it!" she said out loud suddenly. She turned back to the hall behind her. Her bladder bursting. It was more than what the Queen could stand. She took only a few more mincing, contorted steps, as far as the first door, one of the few she'd thought to close, when suddenly her bladder quivered with sick violence, and to her horror and humiliation, she felt a long, hot stream of urine escape and soak, warm, into the fabric of her smallclothes. She let out a cry and quickly lifted her gown, her hands darting towards the string of her drawers.  It was too late. She couldn't help it. She was wetting her clothes.  She struggled, still fighting madly to untie the strings, she fought to stop herself, and with a good deal of painful clenching and contorting, was just able to stem the ferocious oncoming flood, issuing only threatening threads and dribbles into her clothes. Immediately she ducked into the first room opposite, its door still open from before. She scuffled into the dark, both hands still wrestling with the strings. Her bladder throbbed, and before she was even fully into the shadows, she began to void even more strongly. "Oh, god, please no, not here, not here...!" She cried out, her voice pleading, feeling herself on the very verge of breaking utterly and completely. She just had to get the strings of her drawers open; already she could feel an alarming amount of wetness and warmth between her legs, trickling down the insides of her thighs. She was wetting, most certainly, but only in long spurts. She fought to control the complete spill, dying from shame, and by the time she was finally able to undo the string of her drawers, she was in tears. It took a great deal of pressure off her bladder and she tried to catch her breath. She was trembling all over, crying from how badly she needed to urinate. She bent forward in an agonized curtsey, her legs crossed in a desperate attempt to hold on. She looked with frantic, tear-stained eyes around the strange room for anything she could possibly use as a chamber pot. "Ahhh...!" she cried softly, alone in the room, her thighs tightly pressed together. She crossed her legs tighter, biting her lip, her beautiful face desperate and squeezed her crotch tighter, her gown lifted and drawers open by the string. There were only a few drops on the floor beneath her, not at all the massive puddle she wanted so desperately to avoid. "Oh, dear GOD!" she whined. She fought another strong , overwhelming surge and kept her grip between her legs tight as ever. She saw nothing in the room but tables, chairs, and books. Obviously it was a library. She took a few hunched tiptoed steps over toward the other side of the room, peering into the corners, hoping against hope for the sight of a wastebasket or anything she could piss into. Nothing. She bobbed up and down, made cringing, little sobbing noises. She had never in all her life as a lady been so embarrassed. I don't know what I'm going to do, she thought. "I'm going to wet myself!"  another strong spasm swept through her bladder and her muscles quite forgot their task, and despite all her efforts, all her contortions and squeezing, a thick jet of piss managed to escape, spreading more wetness around her crotch. Oh, god, I can't hold it! Another leak began to travel down her thighs. The Queen wrenched herself tightly, but it was simply no use. She was bursting, completely. She dashed into the closest corner and in one lightening movement, tore down her drawers and smallclothes to her knees.  She could not even wait until she was squatting, but the instant her small clothe was down and her legs just starting to bend her piss came blasting out. The Queen had never pissed like that before, a jet of pee that seemed at least an inch across erupted with such force that she expected to see it make a hole in the path. She was finally wetting so thunderously and furiously she was almost unable to keep her balance on the squat. She could not stop. The urine came in hard, pouring waves, fast, pounding, making an embarrassingly loud, un-ignorable hiss. She gasped aloud, her eyes fluttering, faint with relief. Oh the pressure! She felt it come, so heavy and so complete, all that fullness and all that water, so heavy... Moaning as she watched the river pour out of her, she realized with terrible shame that she had truly and finally lost her most private battle but it felt better than the loudest orgasm she had ever had.  It was all she could do to keep  herself sane, her thighs twitching with the amazing relief in her crotch, and watch helplessly as hours of waiting and suffering and torture came at last to a gorgeous end. The puddle grew quickly, pooling hot around on the hard wooden edges of the floor before finally seeping into the large carpet. The red nap of the fabric turned dark and glistened. She loathed spoiling it, but there was nothing to be done. Soaking the floor had turned out to be an inevitability.  "Ohhh, dear God forgive me, I just couldn't wait," she whispered in all valiant modest sincerity as she felt her bladder finally beginning to deflate.  All the panic and worry she had been carrying around for hours fading away at last. Oh, the relief! She just watched as her stream went on and on and on. “I had so much water” she breathed. That feeling of the thick long torrent of water running out of her body was pure ecstasy, “Oh, god forgive me . . .” she breathed. After several minutes, she felt the cascade begin to subside. The floor was covered with it, the carpet was drenched. It was still coming. Wary, suddenly, of possible discovery, she cast a quick, anguished glance over her shoulder to the direction of the door, and realized then that she had neglected in her haste to close it behind her. She hurried to finish up. After another long minute, the flow suddenly died away, then after a couple more short blasts, Charlotte was finished. She finally felt empty, and so much better though quite exhausted from having to hold so much for so long. This was undoubtedly, the most important piss of her life. She quickly stood back up, pulled up her undergarments, and adjusted her gown before wiping the tears from her beautiful face as she made towards the door.  She inspected the front of her gown in the light of the hallway. It showed no damage but the wetness around her crotch would be a problem for the rest of the night. They would leave for the capital come day break and until then she’d have to play like nothing happened. Charlotte then stepped into the hallway, closed the door behind her, inspected her gown for the one last time, and headed for the stairs. Maybe some wine would help. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! My other Queen Charlotte stories-  1. A Song of Swords.pdf 2. To Godswick.pdf (Warning : Contains Scat)
A/N: Another commission for vexer. Sabrina didn't even realize that she had messed the spell up so badly. At the time, when she was practicing a simple movement spell, she had simply thought it hadn't worked. When the door failed to close, she thought that she had gotten something wrong, and though she practiced it a few more times, still, nothing happened. Eventually, she had given up, because she needed to go somewhere, and it wouldn't be until later that she had figured out just how badly the spell had gone wrong. She went throughout her day, going to her classes and seeing her friends, and then that evening, she, Roxie, and Morgan had plans to study together. Everything felt normal when she closed the door behind them, and they settled in for the evening, sipping at sodas while they went over their work together. It wasn't until much later that they began to experience anything odd, and before that, things were going to get bad for them in another way. They weren't really paying much mind to how much they had to drink, not seeing any need to be concerned when they were home and could go to the bathroom whenever they wanted to. The slight urge to pee began to crop up in each one of them at some point, but it was so light that they all managed to ignore it in favor of continuing to study. Of course, things weren't completely serious, and they would often get sidetracked in conversation, and it was during one of those conversations that they all burst into laughter. This caused a sharp pang for Morgan that reminded her of her need, and she realized that it had gotten pretty bad in the time since she had first noticed it. Fidgeting, she decided that she could still wait a little bit longer. It wasn't that bad yet, and she wanted to at least wait for a break in the conversation. But the conversation just kept going, and she caught herself getting sidetracked again and again and again. Soon enough, she really had to pee, but she still couldn't convince herself to get up, lest she miss out on anything important. It never seemed like a good time to excuse herself, and whenever she thought she had the chance, she would think of something that she wanted to say and then she would be forget her need again until she was sidetracked once more. It wasn't until she was squirming where she sat that Morgan realized that she had pushed herself just a little too far, and that she couldn't afford to wait much longer. Finally, she spoke up and excused herself, and when she stood up, it hit her hard. She had to go even worse than she thought, and she was glad that she hadn't let herself get distracted again, heading for the door. But when she turned the knob, the door didn't open and she looked at the knob in curiosity. It didn't appear to be locked, but she turned the lock instead, just in case something about it was backwards. She turned it again, but it still didn't work, and she turned the lock back the other way, only to find that it didn't matter how the lock was turned. The knob didn't work, and the door would not open. “Sabrina?” she asked. “Is something messed up with your door?” “Huh? What do you mean?” Sabrina stood up and came over, trying the door herself. “What's wrong with this thing?” She fiddled with the lock as well, not sure what was going on with it. Just like with Morgan, it didn't matter what she did with it, the door would not budge. Roxie came over to try to help, but she had no more luck than either of them did. Sabrina wracked her brain, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, and then it hit her and she froze. Could it be her spell that was responsible for this? She'd thought it just hadn't worked, but what if it had worked too well, and now her door was stuck closed because of it? If that were the case, this was all her fault, but how was she going to fix it? Casting another spell was out of the question, because she had the girls with her, and she couldn't let them see her doing something like that, but what else was there for her to try? They obviously couldn't get the door to open on it's own, and they couldn't do anything to damage it. Busting it out of the frame would get them into a lot of trouble, so if she didn't use magic, they really would be stuck in here, and she knew that Morgan seriously had to pee. Not to mention the fact that she knew she would have to go pretty soon herself, but without a way out of the room, that wasn't in the cards for either of them. “What are we going to do?” Morgan wailed. “I really, really can't last that much longer! I don't think I can hold it.” And she squirmed to make her point, biting her lip and whimpering. “I don't know,” said Sabrina with a sigh, trying to ignore her own need as it grew. She needed to focus, to try and think of something she could do to get the door open. “I can't...I don't understand why it doesn't work. I've never seen a door do something like this before.” “Well, I don't want to make a mess on your floor, but I don't think I'm going to have much of an option soon,” Morgan replied, whining. Her bladder ached for relief, and she knew that she wouldn't last long enough for them to figure out a solution, but still she tried to fight. If there was even a slight chance that she could make it, she wasn't going to give up, even if it seemed completely hopeless. Crossing her legs and wiggling around, she listened and Sabrina and Roxie discussed different possibilities. Roxie brought up breaking down the door, but Morgan knew they couldn't do that and Sabrina said as much. The windows were too small for a person to fit out of, so that ruled them out as well. Their only hope was calling someone for help, and finally, they settled on calling a lock smith, hoping that it wouldn't be long before one could be sent out to help them. But Morgan couldn't even afford to wait a few minutes for anyone to let them out; she had to pee now, and she knew that she had reached the very end of her rope. Her friends fell silent when they heard her moan in distress, and looked at her just in time to see her lose control. Morgan's knees buckled as her bladder gave out, the contents spilling over, flooding her panties. As soon as Sabrina and Roxie saw the dark patch beginning to spread, they were quick to look away, giving their friend some privacy as she began to wet herself. Tears stung her eyes, and she sighed, giving into her own needs and soaking herself completely as she emptied her aching bladder. She whimpered quietly, pathetically, as she looked down and watched the carpet grow soaked beneath her, a puddle forming that was quickly absorbed by the fabric. She'd done what she could to avoid this, but there was no way she could have predicted that the door would get stuck like that. Maybe if she'd gotten up sooner, she might have been able to wait until the locksmith arrived, but there was just no way to tell and she couldn't have known this would happen. Still, she was humiliated beyond belief, and couldn't believe that she had actually wet herself in front of her friends like that. “I'm sorry,” she mumbled, when it was over. “I didn't mean to make a mess like that, I thought I could...” “Don't worry about it,” Sabrina said quickly. “It wasn't your fault.” And it wasn't, and she felt more guilty than she could possibly say- because, of course, she couldn't admit to her guilt in the matter. No one could know why she felt so guilty, and so she couldn't let them know that she felt guilty in the first place. “Yeah,” added Roxie, a look of discomfort crossing her face, “it could have happened to any of us.” From the way she winced, it became pretty clear to the other two that it was actually possible that it could happen to another of them, and soon. Sabrina had known that she had to pee, but she hadn't been able to tell that Roxie was in the same boat until now. Growing even more guilty, she hoped that the locksmith would be able to do something, or that the spell would soon wear off. Until then, she and Roxie would just have to keep holding it. But their lock smith wouldn't be there for another hour, or at least that was what they were told when they made the call, and Roxie had only barely managed to mask the fact that she'd had to pee for a very long time. Now that she had seen Morgan wet herself like that, it only made her need all the more apparent, and she bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't last forever, and that if she could manage to last the next hour, it would have to be some sort of miracle. She sat down on her bed, crossing her legs at the ankle and trying to sit still, trying to convince herself that it wasn't as bad as she thought it was. However, it was just as bad, and she really did have to go so badly that sitting still wasn't much of an option. Soon, she was bouncing slightly on her bed, trying to do whatever she could to make this easier on her. Her breath was coming labored now, and she bit down hard on her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, willing to do anything to distract herself from the throbbing in her bladder. Sabrina watched her with concern, praying that her friend could last long enough. But she had her own bladder to worry about, and she had to worry about the fact that she knew they couldn't really get out without a spell. The more she tried to pretend that they could just wait, that it would wear off or the lock smith would figure things out, the less she actually convinced herself, and she knew that she would have to try a reversal spell when the others were distracted. The fact that Roxie was desperate was enough of a distraction, but the fact that she was desperate meant that it was hard to focus on remembering the reversal spell, and she didn't want to risk casting the wrong thing and making the situation worse for them. It wouldn't be until she didn't have to worry about her own full bladder that she would be able to focus, but that didn't really help her much at all. If she was going to wet herself either way, what was the point? But, then, there was Roxie, still holding out, and even if none of them made it, they still couldn't afford to be trapped in here. Sabrina couldn't just give up on fixing this because the situation seemed a little bit hopeless. Whatever happened, she had to get them out of here, and she had to keep them from noticing that she did it. Roxie's face was so screwed up in concentration, and Morgan was off in her own world, probably trying to recover from her humiliation. If any time was good for it, it would be now, but then Sabrina was distracted as she heard Roxie yelp and saw her leap up from the bed to avoid soaking it. She had lost her own battle, hands jammed between her legs and face red with humiliation. She'd been struggling for quite some time, and while the other two girls had been thinking about their own problems, Roxie had felt herself growing closer and closer to defeat, and though she'd done all she could, she had begun to leak again and again. It was only when she knew that the leaks wouldn't stop, that one of them would turn into something more, that she gave up and stood, soaking another spot on the carpet rather than her own bedspread. Sighing, she apologized weakly, but was met with only support from her friends as Morgan indicated her own mess and Sabrina replied that she would be there any minute now. And it was true; seeing both of her friends wet themselves had only made it harder for her to hold on, and now she was struggling to keep her cool when her bladder was throbbing, and she felt as though she could burst at any second. In the back of her mind, she ran through spells she knew, coming up with what should work as a reversal spell for her door closing. Once she had that in mind, she looked over to her friends to see if they were properly distracted, but they were focused intently on her, as if waiting to see when she would join them in their humiliation. Squirming, she realized that there was no longer any hope of them getting that distracted again, not until something more interesting than her growing desperation came along. The only thing she could think of for that was the lock smith, but he wouldn't be there for another half hour! Of course, it would also work out perfectly because they would think he had been the one to get the door open, but that definitely meant she would end up wetting herself. No longer was it a matter of seeing if she could focus on the spell and her bladder at the same time; now, it was certain that she would be just as soaked as her friends. Groaning to herself, she crossed her legs. She knew that, since it really was hopeless, she might as well just give up and let go now, but there was still a part of her that wanted to keep fighting until the very end, just in case there was a chance that she made it. Her breath was heavy and she clenched her fists, crossing her legs and putting all of her focus temporarily on holding back. For a moment, however, her resistance faltered, and a small spurt broke free, soaking into her panties. She let out a little gasp and her friends gave her concerned looks, but she waved a hand to let them know that she was okay for now. Even so, she knew this was a sign that she would not be okay for much longer and she redoubled her efforts, crossing her legs a bit tighter and bouncing up and down in place. She hissed, jiggling her knees and clenching her muscles as tight as possible, but even with that much resistance built up, she felt herself fall victim to a second leak, dampening her panties even more. Sabrina grit her teeth, jamming her hands between her legs to try and stop the flow, but a third and a fourth leak only confirmed that this was the end of the line for her as well. She had fought hard, like her friends, and she had managed to last a bit longer than the other two, but she couldn't last any longer, and so she gave in to the demands of her overfull bladder, dropping her hands before she began to empty herself, her friends making sympathetic noises as they noticed her own puddle forming in the carpet beneath her. They were quick to offer her sympathy, but more than anything, Sabrina was really just relieved at this point. It had been so painful that she almost wished she had just given up a long time ago and purposefully wet herself, rather than forcing herself to wait to this point. But now that it was over, all they had left to do was wait for the lock smith, and they decided to change clothes, Morgan borrowing from them, so that they could try to look presentable when he arrived. They used the dry areas on their wet clothes to help them dry off everywhere else, but they would have to clean up a bit more thoroughly when they were free. Not long after that, they heard a knock at the door and the lock smith asked if he was at the right room. Roxie quickly replied that he was, and he got to work, just as perplexed by the door as they had been. The girls stood by the door, talking with him about it and trying to help him figure out what was wrong, and that gave Sabrina just the distraction she needed. Stepping back a bit, and making sure that they really weren't paying a bit of attention to her, she quietly said what needed to be said, hand directed at the door. For a moment, there was nothing, but suddenly, the door began to jiggle. It was still locked from all the fiddling they had done earlier, but the lock smith had that part figured out in no time, and as he swung the door open, he was met with cheers from the three girls. Sabrina gave a sigh of relief; though she had gotten them into the mess, she had also gotten them out of it, and even if she hadn't gotten them out of it in time to spare them a bit of humiliation, it could have been a lot worse. And with their clothes changed, the lock smith at least did not know of it and did not seem to notice the damp spots in the carpet as they thanked him profusely and paid him. It had been a wild night, but she was glad to know that it had all turned out okay.
What's up, ladies and gents of Omo.org?  It's your boy, K.O., Kid_Omo. Here's another story with a few elements I've been wanting to use for a while.  I decided to take a break from the RWBY fiction for a moment (no worries, chances are I'll return to that sooner rather than later).  So, here's this story involving a prank I've heard about, taken to a terrible (or terrific, depending on what side you're on) extreme. _______________________________________                 Jessie shook the huge cup which the move theater humbly called “medium” as she stood up.  Where she expected to hear the sound of ice clashing against the sides, she only got silence.  At the very least, this explained the sheer intensity of the dull pain in her waist.  She wasn’t totally sure how two and a half hours of staring at a screen had caused her to drink the entire bucket of soda she had ordered.  Of course, that was not what she was concerned over at the moment.                 Jessie leaned over slightly, placing a hand over her stomach.  She let out a sharp exhale as gravity dealt an unexpected blow to her bladder.  In the dim light and crowd of the theater, she would normally have used this opportunity to hold herself, but right now she was hanging out with Matt.  It would be rather embarrassing if he saw her like that.  He’d get a lot of mileage out of that sight.                 “You good?”  Matt asked as he bounced up from his seat next to her.                 “Yeah, just… got up a little fast.”  Jessie tried to cover.                 By the time they were at the end of their row, there was already a herd of people heading down the steps.  This was one of the things Jessie hated about after-credits scenes.                 Jessie quickly found the first break in the crowd and cautiously followed the flow of people down the stairs.  She tossed her empty cup in the trash can on her way out.  Jessie crossed her arms, rubbing her upper arms anxiously as the people in front of her continued to move far too slowly, unaware of her urgency.                 Once she had room to breathe outside the theater doors, she checked to make sure Matt was still with her.                 “I should use the bathroom before we take off.”  She said, trying to appear as calm as possible.                 Matt nodded and acknowledged her with an absent-minded “Ok.”                 Between trying to keep up her cool and composed exterior around Matt and the sheer volume of liquid contained in her body, Jessie was only able to muster a brisk walk as she moved down the hall toward the girls’ bathroom.                 About a minute later, Jessie walked back out of the bathroom to see Matt sitting on a bench checking his phone.                 “Well, that was fast.”  He said, surprised.                 Jessie shook, arms still crossed over her stomach.  “There was a really long line in there.  I think it might be faster to just wait until we get home.”                 “Oh… alright.”  Matt responded.  He hit a few more buttons on his phone before putting it away, “Let’s go, then.”                 A chill ran through her as the cool night air made contact with Jessie’s skin.  It felt like her bladder had swollen to the size of a volleyball- and nearly as solid.  She really questioned her decision to leave the theater without peeing.                 Unfortunately, she remembered seeing the long line of girls in various states of apparent need.  More importantly, she recalled hearing the loud, echoing sounds of liquid hitting liquid, which only made her own need worse.  As much as walking hurt, she was sure to be back at Matt’s apartment in about five minutes.  She could not say with certainty that the line would take any less time.                 Jessie let out another sharp exhale as she sat down in the passenger’s seat of Matt’s car.  The sitting position compressed her bladder and forced it against the waistband of her jeans.  Her face grew warmer as she thought for a second it might literally burst.  She could feel some of the liquid start to squeeze its way out toward her opening.  Jessie knew she couldn’t take this kind of pressure for long.                 As she buckled her seatbelt, Jessie subtly reached down and unbuttoned her jeans.  She slid the zipper down with her right hand while buckling the seatbelt with her left, trying to cover the noise of the zipper with the click.                 Giving her bladder more room to expand did provide a little temporary relief, but she knew it wasn’t going to last much longer.  They had to hurry and get back to Matt’s apartment, or there might be a mess.                 As they pulled out of the parking lot, Jessie braced herself for the ride home.  She spread her feet, giving her more leverage to press her knees and thighs together.  Never before had she been so glad not to have bought into the whole “thigh gap” craze.                 Apparently, all the pop she drank wasn’t quite done working its way through Jessie’s system, though.  The desperation continued building faster than she realized.  It seemed her bladder was eagerly trying to fill all the extra space she had given it.                By the time they made the turn onto the highway, Jessie was looking for another method to help contain the flood.  The internal pressure was mounting and she wasn’t too sure how much longer it would stay internal.                 Carefully, subtly, Jessie placed her hands on her lap.  She tried to use her left hand to cover up as she slid her right hand between her thighs to apply pressure to her crotch.                 “Hey, are you alright?  You’re being awfully quiet.”  Matt suddenly broke the silence.                 Jessie could feel herself blushing.  “Yeah, sorry, just a little distracted.  I really need to use the bathroom.”  She admitted.                 “Do you need me to pull over?”  Matt asked.  Jessie really hoped he was joking- not that she wouldn’t consider it at this moment.                 “No, it’s fine.  Just… try to hurry up…”                 Jessie heard the car start to speed up a little more.  Again, she felt herself grow more embarrassed.  She didn’t mean to sound so desperate- not that she didn’t appreciate the help.  She was thankful that this was one of the very few stretches of road in all of Illinois that wasn’t either bumpy as hell or under construction.                 It wasn’t long before they turned off the highway and onto the road toward Matt’s apartment.  Unfortunately, the forces of the universe seemed to be conspiring against Jessie’s relief.  On the road, the ended up stuck behind a bus and hitting several red lights.                 Even still, this only cost them a few extra minutes, hardly the worst part of the trip.  No, the worst part was still yet to come.                 As they turned into the driveway to Matt’s apartment complex, Jessie remembered a truly horrifying fact:  this driveway was infamous for its extremely rough speed bumps.  It seemed like the owners not only wanted to prevent people from speeding down the driveway, they wanted to keep all but the most dedicated drivers from entering at all.                 Jessie braced herself as the car slowed to a crawl and the front end raised over the asphalt hill.  As they went over it and the car touched down, Jessie let out an involuntary groan.  The hand between her legs gripped down even tighter to try and keep anything from spilling out.                 “Just hold together, one more.”  Matt said.  Again, Jessie severely hoped he was joking.  She really didn’t want him thinking of her like a little girl who couldn’t hold her pee.  Even though, right now, she kind of felt like it.                 Jessie barely mustered out a feigned chuckle to try and make light of the situation.                 The second they passed over the second speed bump, though, that laugh turned into a sharp inhale.  Jessie was not nearly as prepared for that one.                 She gripped down hard between her thighs, but even that could not prevent a small spurt from escaping, moistening her panties just slightly.                 After that, Jessie didn’t dare loosen her grip or try to move her hands.  Only another couple minutes and she would be able to get the sweet relief she so desperately needed.                 As they parked, Jessie unbuckled her seatbelt before the car had even stopped moving.  She had thrown open her door and started to bolt out of the vehicle before Matt had even shut off the engine.                 Upon standing, Jessie had to bend over again, throwing her butt out prominently as she wiggled her thighs.  She again crossed her arms over her abdomen, as if minimizing her surface area would somehow help.                 She realized with equal parts amazement and horror that her jeans stayed in place.  Even with them unbuttoned and unzipped, her abdomen had expanded enough to keep them held up without much assistance.  Jessie realized right away that this was a good thing, as she wasn’t sure she could handle the added pressure of redoing the button.                 Now, there was just one obstacle left between her and the bathroom:  stairs.  This would be challenging, but she had made it this far, she couldn’t fail now, not when she was so close.                 Clenching her legs and steeling her resolve, Jessie took to the arduous task of climbing the stairs to the third floor of the apartment complex.  She was forced to take one step at a time, stopping to bend over and rub her thighs every couple of steps.                 Thankfully, this gave Matt enough time to catch up, since he had the keys and was moving with far less urgency than Jessie.                 Miraculously, Jessie soon found herself at the door of Matt’s apartment with the same amount of pee inside her as when she was at the bottom- a thing she never before thought she would be thankful for.                 Jessie continued to tremble, her thighs restlessly crossing over top of one another, as Matt tried his key card.  She groaned as the door refused to open the first time.  The second attempt fared no better.  Jessie could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, what would she do if they couldn’t get into the apartment?  Just then, after a third attempt, the lock clicked.                 Matt opened the door and Jessie pushed her way past him, moving as quickly as she could in her urgent state toward the bathroom on Matt’s side of the apartment.                 She completely ignored the fact that Matt’s roommates were sitting in the living room.  She did not return their greetings, and she had no idea what they were saying as they started talking excitedly.                 Right as Jessie burst through the bathroom door, so, too, did her bladder.  As she stopped to flip on the lights and shut the door, she felt a long, sustained leak begin to come out.                 As quickly as she could, Jessie reached her hand down inside her pants and grabbed down on her outer lips through her panties, trying hard to stem the flow.  She cringed as she felt the wetness rub against her palm.  Still, she managed to stop the leak before any noticeable damage was done to her jeans.                 Quivering all over, Jessie shuffled the few steps from the door to the toilet and swiftly yanked down her pants and her panties.                 She heard liquid splatter against the tile floor as she frantically turned and sat down, the pee already flowing out of her.                 She flopped down onto the toilet seat and started to relax her body.                 Jessie sighed in relief, leaning back to enjoy her victory, but she was quickly cut off.  Something was very wrong here.  She couldn’t hear the sound of liquid splashing.  In fact, now that she had a second to process it, something felt wrong about the toilet seat.  The moment this realization hit her, Jessie felt a wetness start to spread over her butt.                 The shock of this managed to give her the strength to cut off her steam for a moment as she jumped up and looked down at the toilet.                 What she saw was a small yellowish puddle resting on top of the toilet seat, floating over the bowl.  Upon closer inspection, she realized there was plastic warp over the bowl!                 The cold sweat returned.  This was an emergency.  Jessie gripped down on her bare pussy so hard her knuckles turned white.  She had cut off the flow for now, but that wouldn’t last for long.  Her urethra started to burn from being cut off mid-evacuation.  It was clear her body was about to strongly protest being stopped in the middle of relief.                 Jessie frantically looked around.  There was another bathroom in the apartment, but, even if she could get her pants back up without wetting herself, there was no way she’d make it that far.  The sink was too high up and far back for her to properly position herself without making a mess all over the counter.  The shower was… That’s it, the shower!                 The shower would provide the prefect location for her to get her long-overdue release.  The only problem was that Jessie didn’t exactly have the best aim with this type of stuff.  If she tried to go in the shower with all her clothes on, there was no way she wouldn’t soak her pants, panties, and socks.  No way was she facing Matt and his roommates like that.                 That meant there was only one solution she could think of:  Jessie would have to undress.                 First, she used her writhing legs to her advantage.  Jessie struggled and managed to slide her socks off with her feet.  Thank goodness she was only wearing ankle socks.                 Jessie stepped out of her socks.  Now was the hard part.  She groaned as she started to lean over and grab her pants.  As soon as she did, she felt another small spurt come out into her hand, causing her to stop and grip down with both hands until that wave of pressure passed.                 Slowly, with only one free hand, Jessie slid her jeans the rest of the way down her legs, followed by her now wet panties.                 In preparation for the next step, Jessie threw the shower curtain open before grabbing the waistband of her pants and underwear.  As she leaned over, she felt a few more spurts coming out.  The urine was now leaking between her fingers and getting onto her thighs.                 As fast as she could, Jessie stepped out of her clothes and hurried to the shower, using both her hands to brace herself as she climbed over the rim of the tub.                 The second her hands left her crotch, the dam finally burst.  The stream resumed, completely unencumbered by anything.  She heard more pee splash on the tile floor.  There was nothing she could do to stop it.  It was just damage control now.                 A few large steps had Jessie standing in the tub, pee flowing down her legs.  Once she was sure of her footing, she squatted down and let go completely, trying to aim as close to the drain as possible.                 A powerful stream shot out of Jessie’s privates, arcing forward and colliding with the bottom of the tub before swirling down the drain.  She could feel liquid still coating her bare legs and feet, both from drops straying from the stream and splashing back from the tub.  Still, she had already gotten wet from earlier, what was a little more?                 As the sounds of her relief echoed off the bathroom walls, Jessie couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh.                 It kind of hurt to feel her overworked bladder begin to contract back to its normal size, but the relief coming from her nether regions far outweighed that pain.                 Jessie relaxed and titled her head back, giving another hearty sigh.  When she opened her eyes to look at the ceiling, her vision was blurry.  Her eyes were actually watering from this feeling of pleasure.                 Gradually, her stream began to die down, the arc of urine beginning to fall closer and closer to her body.  She pressed her bladder to force a few more spurts out before it dripped to a halt.  The feeling of pleasure, however, had not subsided.                 Once Jessie was sure she had emptied herself, she looked around.  There was still a small yellow puddle working its way down the drain.  The insides of her legs and feet were shimmering from the layer of liquid covering them.  There were a few pools of varying sizes reflecting the light on the bathroom floor, and the plastic wrap on the toilet was still covered in pee.  Someone was going to have to clean that up, but it wasn’t going to be Jessie.  This wasn’t her fault.                 First, Jessie knew she would have to clean herself up a little before facing anyone.                 She took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, carefully hanging them on the bar for the shower curtain.  She didn’t want to risk throwing them on the floor or tracking even more pee around the bathroom floor.                 Then, she turned on the shower.  First, Jessie pointed the stream of the shower toward the drain to wash away the standing liquid that was refusing to go down.  Then she turned it on herself, trying her best to clean off her lower body.                 Still, something was weird.  Jessie was pretty sure she got everything out of her system, but there was still a tingling feeling between her legs.  The feeling was sort of familiar, but she hadn’t experienced it quite like this before.  This was… confusing, to say the least.                 After her brief shower, Jessie dried herself off as much as she could and put her clothes back on.  She left her panties aside, folding them up and placing them in a drawer she knew Matt didn’t use.  She would have to retrieve those later.  As she picked up her jeans, Jessie noticed there were a few odd wet spots all over them.  Apparently she hadn’t managed to get them completely free of her stream.                 As she was getting her pants back on, there was a knock on the bathroom door.                 “Jessie, are you alright?  I heard the shower.”  The voice was Matt.                 Quickly throwing her shirt on and zipping up her pants, Jessie cracked the door.                 “Yeah, I’m fine.  One of your roommates needs to have their ass kicked, though.”                 She heard Jason laughing hysterically from the living room.                 “And he’s cleaning up the mess.”  She added a little louder, hoping Jason could hear her.                 Matt looked at her curiously, but Jessie shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.”                 “Yeah, he knows it was a mistake.”  Matt explained.                 Then, the shout came from the living room, “Better than I could have expected!”                 Jessie opened the door and stormed into the living room.  Jason still refused to stop laughing as he met her eyes.                 A loud slap echoed as Jason was knocked out of his chair.                 “Worth it!”  He shouted, rubbing the hand print on his face.                 With that business out of the way, Jessie quickly grabbed Matt by the arm and dragged him along as she walked toward the boy’s bedroom.                 “Now, you come with me, there’s something else we need to take care of right away.”                 “Wait, what?”  He asked, confused.                 “No questions.  Bedroom, now.”
Okay guys, this is only my second fiction piece... please enjoy :)  I wish this class would end. Why does she feel the need to ramble on and on about fucking algebra? I mean come on; who actually uses algebra in real life? Nobody, that’s who. So why is it fair for me to have to sit here and suffer this when there are much better things I could be doing; like going out with friends, watching movies, playing video games… I hate school. I hate these stupid desks, I hate that stupid whiteboard, I hate theses uncomfortable chairs, I hate the restrooms. I just hate everything about this place. “Sam!!?? Would you perhaps like to join us today? Or is whatever is going on in your head more important?” Is she talking to me? Fuck, she actually is. “Sorry, I am listening, I’m just taking it all in” I think that’s pacified her. Why does she always have to pick on me? Why am I always singled out? Bitch. Her eyes are scary. Why won’t she stop staring at me? “Sam, you do realize you will be sitting a test tomorrow? So if you’re not paying attention, I suggest you do so from now on”   HOLY FUCK!! I forgot about that test!! Shit…. Claire, I’ll talk to Claire, she’ll have taken notes, I’ll ask if I can borrow them to study at home tonight. It’s not as if she needs them, she seems to know everything. Yeah. I’ll talk to Claire after class. Hallelujah!!! I’m glad that’s over, what a complete waste of my time. Where is Claire? I need them notes…. “Hey Sam” “Oh hey Billy, how’re you?” “I’m okay, how was class?” “Same old shit, have you seen Claire?”. “Emmm no sorry. Actually, I only came over to tell you that I think you look really cute in that dress” OH MY GOD!!! He thinks I look cute!!! I LOVE HIM!!! “Ohh thanks…. I’m sorry, I really need to find Claire, if you see her can you tell her I’m looking for her?” “Yeah, no problem” Okay. Walk away, don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back…. Oh god, he is so cute. Seriously where is Claire? Fuck it, I need to get to class. Arghh, I hate geography. I’d better go for a pee before though… Meh, it can wait. “Come on everybody, hurry up and sit down” There he is again… Billy is soooo cute. Should i sit with him? No i can't, i don't want to look... Fuck you Sarah…. I’m sitting next to Billy. If he thinks I look cute, that must mean he likes me? I really hope he asks me out, we could go and see that new Marvel movie at the cinema…. That would be so nice. Forget Billy. Concentrate. Yeah, concentrate. God these knickers keep pinching my bum. Why did I buy these again? I don’t even like the color blue. That’s the last time I buy underwear from that store again. I need to pee. I should have gone before class; I’ll just have to ask to be excused. I can’t do that. Then everybody will know I need to pee…. I can hold it, it’s only another 40 minutes, I’ll be fine.  God Billy is so cute!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! Okay, 20 minutes…. I can do this. I need to pee soooo badly, maybe if I asked to be excused…. No I can’t do that; everybody will look at me…. I can hold it. But maybe if I let a little bit out… yeah, that’s a good plan. Okay, relax……. NO NOT THAT MUCH!!! Fuck, my knickers!!!!Oh god did it wet my dress?? No, thank god. That didn’t help. I need to use the restroom…. I can’t. I need to pee. Clock, hurry the fuck up…. Seriously I’m going to piss myself. I’m not asking, I’m just not. If I keep moving, I’ll feel better…… I’ll keep tapping my legs. Maybe if I put my hand on my pee hole too… Yeah that helps. Oh god, I wish I had never let that pee leave my bladder, the wetness in my knickers is driving me crazy. I don’t want to ask to be excused!!!!! It’ll be too embarrassing. I’m only a little bit wet, nobody will notice. I think I need to release a tiny bit more. My bladder is aching so much now, it’s becoming unbearable. No I can’t, if I release more I’m going to want to pee more. Just stay calm…. FUCK!!!! No please…. Stop… Stop dripping…. Please…. OH GOD!!!! Did anybody notice??? FUCK, it’s on my chair…. My dress is soaked. My knickers are soaked…. I still need to pee. I need to be excused, I’m going to ask. I have too, otherwise I am going to fully wet myself... “Miss, can I be excused for the bathroom please?” “No, there is just ten minutes left. I’m sure you can hold on ten minutes.” “I can’t…. Please let me go” “Sam, just grow up. You don’t have bladder issues, so there is no reason you can’t hold on. Its ten minutes Sam, it’s not a long time. Now anyway...” NOOOO!!!! Its going to happen… and its her fault. She wouldn’t let me go. OHHHHH!!!!! I’m actually wetting myself. OH my god…. That feels amazing!!!!! WOW!!!! I never knew wetting myself would be so enjoyable!!!! That feeling as my pee streams through my knickers and pools at my ass is incredible. OH wow!!!! Wait… what the…. I’m wetting the bed!!!! NOOOO… stop… got to get to the restroom…. oh god I’m soaked; the bed is soaked…. Just get on the toilet. Why??!! Why me??!! Why didn’t I take my knickers down…? I’m so stupid. How the hell am I going to tell Gary…? Once again, you decide for yourselves how this pans out.  Thanks for reading guys. I hope you enjoyed <3
It's a tax on the stupid. Casino games are a sucker bet, but at least there are flashing lights and free drinks. Horse racing has drama. Betting on a game gives you a team to root for. But the lottery? A bored cashier prints out a ticket and a few days later you find out that you did, in fact, lose two dollars.  Lottery tickets aren't bought for the drawing, they're bought for those few days of daydreaming. Maybe it's a sports car, or a mansion, or just the satisfaction of telling a boss you quit. It's not about the thrill and the sweat of gambling, it's about the distraction. Theresa Snyder needed a distraction. It was one of Those Days at the office, only Those Days had been happening much more frequently. Her branch's sales had been declining steadily, and the empty cubicles spoke volumes. Some were laid off, others saw the writing on the wall and bolted. There were rumors about more layoffs coming, and where did that leave her? What use was there for a secretary if so few employees remained? Lunch was still two hours away. 120 minutes spent contemplating a bleak future was a poor prospect, so she decided to take a walk. The calendar turned to spring weeks before, but like most trends, it was late getting to Ohio. The cold air dug its claws in as soon as she stepped outside. The sky reflected her mood, the sort of gray that only existed in the midwest. It wasn't supposed to rain. It's just how things were. She strolled by the dreary office buildings and started into the park. A city worker was fighting a losing battle, picking up one piece of trash as two more flew by in a gust. Even outside the office, the gloom remained. Theresa thought about her daughters, Sarah and Shannon. Sarah was finishing up middle school, while her sister was just starting there. After that came high school, and then, who knows? Finalizing her divorce a few years ago made her dip into her savings, and a broken bone not long after required the rest. Shannon was getting fitted for braces next month and that was going to be hard enough to pay for even if she kept her job. Paying for college? Might as well plan on buying them a spaceship, she thought. The opportunity that she never got seemed like it would elude her daughters, too.  Her legs delivered her to the opposite side of the park before her mind had noticed. She cursed under her breath. She had only planned on a quick walk but she must've been walking for ten minutes, which meant another ten to get back. She started to turn around but a line across the street caught her eye. They were snaked out the door and around the corner of a deli. "Get your lucky ticket here!" a chalkboard in front boasted. In the window, the neon sign read $1,999,999,999. The current jackpot was not only breaking records, but automated signs too. There had been twenty drawings in a row without a winner, and a winning ticket for the 21st drawing was going to be worth $2.5 billion.  Theresa looked at her watch. She really should get back to the office, she thought. A twenty minute break was already pushing it, but it still didn't feel like enough. She joined the line, if only to kill more time. As she moved toward the counter, she silently wished someone would cut her off. That's the story every winner has, right? Some jerk jumped in front of them in line, grabbed their ticket, and then the next one was the big winner? No such luck. "One for tonight's drawing," she said. The clerk printed the ticket. "Feels like a lucky one!" he said with mock enthusiasm. It really was time to get back to the office now. She retraced her steps through the park, wondering what she'd buy first. Definitely a new house, she thought. In California. On the beach. With a swimming pool and a tennis court and deck to relax on. In the driveway, a shiny new convertible, you know, for when you want to give the chauffeur a day off. Oh, and there would be a big chandelier right inside the house, and giant windows that overlooked the water and-- "Where have you been?" her boss demanded as she arrived back at work. It was back to reality. The distraction was over. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *  This is my school. If you go here, your parents are either millionaires, or your parents work for millionaires. Neptune, California, a town without a middle class. That's how Veronica Mars opens. It's the entire premise of the show. Class mattered, a lot, and Veronica was caught between the rich and the poor. It works really well, as long as you ignore the obvious plot hole: Wouldn't the rich parents just send their kids to a private school?  If they did, the Hagan-Archer School is what it would look like. Four classic brick buildings surrounded a lush, expansive quad. The campus sprawled out from there with the sleek and the modern: a science center, a new theater, a football stadium that made colleges jealous. All paid for by one wealthy graduate or another. Athletes, executives, actors, even a Supreme Court justice all got their start at Hagan-Archer. Sarah Snyder wasn't thinking about any of that. She just wanted to know where she was supposed to be. She flashed back to her first day of middle school and remembered how crazy having three wings in one school seemed. Now there were a dozen buildings. She continued around the quad, feeling like Harry Potter at King's Crossing, looking around for other students disappearing into a wall. She snapped out of her wizarding daydream when another girl approached her. "Hey!" she said, slightly out of breath. "Do you have any idea where Zack Ramsey is?" Sarah didn't even know where she was, let alone this mystery man. "Umm, no?"  "Damn," the redheaded girl replied. "The coaches said he'd be out here after film study but he's not and he needs to be at the freshman orientation in Brecker in five minutes." Sarah looked around, confused. Who's this girl, who's Zack Ramsey, and most importantly, what's this freshman orientation? Was she supposed to be there? What's Brecker? The other girl started to get impatient. "Ugh, forget it, you're new here?" Sarah nodded. "You're supposed to be over in Brecker Hall... it's the big glass building right next to this one." With that, she took off to resume her search. Sarah lingered for a moment, then started off toward the building to which the other girl had pointed. She couldn't believe this was part of the school, it looked more like some futuristic office.  She wiped beads of sweat off her brow as she was met with a cool blast of air conditioning, a welcome difference from the heat. A high-pitched woman seated behind a table greeted her. "Hi, you're a new face!" she said. "Come on over, I can get you checked in. What's your name?" "Sarah." "Ah, yes, Miss Snyder! So glad to meet you, my name is Kate Resnick, I'm the director of admissions here. I was the one who reviewed your application, we're very excited to have you here at Hagan-Archer!" What kind of school was this, Sarah thought to herself, where the teacher was giving her first name and calling her Miss Snyder? Mrs. Resnick handed Sarah a folder. "You can head on into the theater, the freshman Dean will be getting started any minute!" The theater. At every other school it's an auditorium, but here it's a "theater". Sarah wondered when she would get used to stuff like that. She walked in and took a seat a few rows up. Even "theater" seemed to undersell it. This was Broadway. No, it was bigger than Broadway. The plush seats, the ornate curtain, the overhanging balconies... it wasn't like any school she had ever seen. That sort of revelation was becoming more routine. Sarah had no idea how much could change in four months, but it was easier to count the things that hadn't. Ohio rain turned to California sun. Her bedroom, all to herself now, was bigger than the one she used to share with Shannon. And Hagan-Archer was a bit different than an underfunded public school. "You're in my spot." "Huh?" Sarah looked up to see a blonde girl staring at her. "I said, you're in my spot. See, my bag is right there." The girl pointed to a purse on a seat down the row. "Um, sorry, I guess I'll move." "Oh, there's no need for that," she said with mock sincerity. "I just didn't think I could squeeze past you." Her friends behind her snickered as Sarah blushed. Apparently weighing a little more than average in Ohio translated to something worthy of ridicule here. "No, really, it's no problem at all," the blonde continued sarcastically, to her friends' delight.  "Look, just let me out of the aisle and I'll sit somewhere else." Sarah could feel the knots in her stomach tightening. Why did her very first experience at a new school have to be this? "But we haven't even gotten to know each other! I don't remember seeing you at all in middle school. Here, I'll start, I'm Gabby, what's your name?" "Sarah," she said. "I moved here from Ohio." "Okay, Sarah from Ohio, what's your deal?" "My deal?" "Did you stumble into the wrong school? I mean, you were in Ohio, now you're here. So? Parents get a new job?" "Uh, no, we... won the lottery." For some reason the group of girls found this to be uproarious. She felt her cheeks turn red again. "Oh, Sarah, that explains a lot," Gabby said. "Well, this isn't Ohio. This is Hagan-Archer, and I've got one piece of advice for you: You can pay all the money in the world to come here, but you can't buy class. Now let me get my bag." Sarah stood up let Gabby go by. Avoiding eye contact with the rest of the group, she walked up another few rows and sat back down. Her heart was racing and her stomach still churned. She felt like she had to pee, but that's because her nerves had every part of her body on edge. She hoped everybody at this school wasn't going to be that bitchy.  The speakers crackled and Sarah turned her head toward the stage where an older man was standing at the podium. "Welcome, Hagan-Archer class of 2021! My name is Joseph Stewart, and I'm the Dean of Freshman here at the upper school. Now, the first thing you should know about me is that I hate big speeches like this, probably as much as you hate listening to them. I like to get to know everybody, one-on-one, so I'll be meeting you each individually later on this week. For right now, though, there's a tradition we have for all the freshman..." "Inside your folder is a little booklet, that's your Hagan-Archer passport. Page one shows who your teammates are, and the rest of the pages are what you need to get stamped. Go around campus, explore, get to know your team, get to know the faculty. They'll be the ones stamping it, and once you've filled your passport up, come back here for a more formal orientation. Good luck!" Sarah looked at her booklet. The teams looked to have been sorted alphabetically. Zack Ramsey, the mystery man from earlier, was on there. So was Gabrielle Tisdale. Sarah had a bad feeling about that second one. Her pulse quickened again and the urge to pee returned. Maybe they just got off to a bad start, she hoped as she stood up. She walked down and trailed Gabby, since she had no idea what anyone else on her team looked like. But Gabby stopped to talk with one of her friends that Sarah recognized from earlier. She kept scanning the room, stopping on a brown-haired boy. She wondered if he was really a freshman. He was almost a head taller than anyone else in the room, with a slender build but one that conveyed wiry strength. She subconsciously kept her eyes trained on him, admiring the way his shirt fit over his chest and arms. "Why not take a picture, it'll last longer," she heard a familiar voice say. Sarah turned and saw Gabby grinning at her own joke. "What?" was the only reply she could muster. "You were totally checking him out, don't even try to lie!" Sarah felt her ears burning. She wasn't sure what to say -- she had been checking him out. A little too blatantly, evidently. "Don't have 'em like that in Ohio, do they? He's pretty hot, right?" "Um, yeah, he's cute," Sarah said. "Cute... right. You stop and stare at every cute boy you see?" Sarah silently wished Gabby would just leave. "Well, I'm glad he decided to come here and it looks like you are too," Gabby said. Sarah still couldn't think of anything to say. "Instead of De La Salle? There was a whole big thing?" Gabby looked at Sarah expectantly. It wasn't clicking. "It's Zack Ramsey! He's like the top quarterback in the country. He was supposed to go to De La Salle but wanted to play here instead. Looks like we're all on the same team for this passport thing, maybe you can tell him how hot you think he is." Of all the last names in all the world, Sarah wondered, why did ours have to be one letter apart? Gabby walked off again to gossip with a friend and Sarah hoped they weren't talking about her. She still felt the signals from her bladder and she was pretty sure it wasn't just nerves anymore. Above one of the exits was a restroom sign, so she started off toward it. "Hey, Sarah!" She stopped upon hearing Gabby's voice. "Come on, we're going to the library first, it's this way." Sarah reversed course and tried to put her need out of her mind. It turned out that the rest of her team was another football player, Brandon, and Olivia, who was yet another of Gabby's friends. That left Sarah trailing awkwardly behind the two pairs, each locked in deep in conversation. They got to the library and introduced themselves to Mrs. Cartwright, the librarian. She guided them around the endless maze of shelves, pointing out the fiction, the nonfiction, and the reference sections. It went from uninteresting to flat-out boring when Mrs. Cartwright started talking to Olivia about how her older brother was doing college. Sarah kept stealing glances at Zack, then at Gabby to make sure she hadn't noticed. Finally they finished up and the librarian stamped and signed each of their passports. Sarah hoped they all wouldn't take this long, or at least that they'd be a little bit more exciting. The group exited the library and entered into the math and science building. They checked their booklets and stopped at room A8, home to a Mr. Carver. The teacher, whose salt-and-pepper hair clashed with his boyish facial features, stood beside three easels with big placards resting on them at the front of his classroom. "A-ha!" he exlaimed! "My first victi... er, visitors! Come on down, you're the first contestants." He gestured toward the front row of chairs, so Sarah walked forward with her team and took a seat. "Picture yourself on a game show, grand prize is a brand new car. The other two prizes are Thanks For Playing t-shirts. They've got holes in them, they're not even 100% cotton, you don't want those. So let's win a car, eh? The grand prize is behind one of these three cards." He pointed at Brandon. "How about you introduce yourself and pick a card for us?" "Uh, door number 3... and I'm Brandon Talbot." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Talbot. Now, what are the odds that he's picked out the car?" "One in three?" Gabby offered, hesitantly. "Right, one car, three cards, it wasn't a trick question. Your name?" "Gabby Tisdale." "Okay, Ms. Tisdale, how about this?" The teacher flipped over card number one, revealing a picture of a holey t-shirt. "Obviously that's a Zonk, so the car is behind either number two or number three. I'll give you a chance to change Brandon's choice. Do you want to take it?" Gabby paused for a second. "No... because now either way it's one in two." "Okay, yeah, that makes sense, right? Who agrees with that?" Brandon, Olivia, and Zack raised their hands. Sarah kept hers down. "Brandon, you picked it originally, so I'm sure you're attached to it. How about you two? Names?" Zack spoke first. "I'm Zack Ramsey. It's like she said, there's an equal chance of it being behind either one, so it's 50/50." Olivia nodded along in agreement. "My name is Olivia Proefrock, and yeah I agree with that they both said... not sure what else there is."  "What about our one dissenter? First your name, then why you disagree." "Sarah Snyder," she said, tensing up in her seat. The subtle ache in her bladder amped up as she thought through her explanation. "So I was thinking that because it was only one in three when he first picked, it meant he was less likely to be right about it. So it's still a one in three chance he's right, but sinice you flipped over the other one, that leaves a two in three chance that it's the one you haven't flipped." "Hm, interesting," the teacher replied. "Is anyone swayed by Ms. Snyder's argument?" The others exchanged glances, but nobody spoke. "Well you may need to work on your persuasion, Sarah, but you're absolutely right," Mr. Carver said as he flipped the second card over, revealing the car. "Maybe you all could ask her for a ride?" Sarah beamed. She liked this teacher. She looked over at Gabby and was met with a sneer. "Anyway, as I'm sure you know my name is Mr. Carver and I'm one of the freshman math teachers here. If you're lucky enough to have me we'll do plenty more like this, because math isn't about rattling off figures. It's about using numbers to solve problems, and to make the best decisions we can. Math is scary to a lot of people, but that's because we as humans are just really bad at understanding numbers. For example, if people knew how astronomically unlikely they were to win the lottery, they'd never play." Gabby let out a loud laugh. "What?" Mr. Carver asked. "Go on, tell him," Gabby said to Sarah. "Oh yeah, umm... my family did win the lottery," Sarah said sheepishly. "I see," he said, then took a long pause. "Well, another one of my lessons is about how you should never assume anything to be true without checking it out yourself, so I guess even I need a refresher from time to time. Anyway, I can get your passports signed and have you on your way." The five of them lined up. Standing up put even more of an emphasis on her situation. She shifted her weight back and forth, but that did little to alleviate her need to pee. One by one the teacher signed the booklets, ending with Sarah. "Nice work on that little riddle," he said. "Are you new to Hagan-Archer?" "Yeah, I am." "I thought so, otherwise I bet they'd have recruited you for the Mathletes in the lower school. Is that something you'd be interested in at all? "Maybe, I guess, what is it?" "It's a team competition, we face off with all the other schools in the area. I'm the advisor and we're always looking for new members. I can put you in touch with the captain and she can give you a harder sell than I, but I really think you'd be a good fit." They talked for a few moments more until Mr. Carver looked to the door and saw Zack and Brandon waiting. "Ah, you'd better get going and join up with your team." Out in the hallway, 40% of her team was missing. She looked around for Gabby and Olivia but didn't see any signs of them. She did see a bathroom, though, and this seemed like the perfect time to take care of her need. She could feel her body relaxing already as she started off toward the door, only to be met by her teammates. "Way to show off in there," Gabby said sarcastically. "What?" Gabby put on a fake, nerdy-sounding voice. "Well, actually, because there was a one-third chance before, if you inverse the percentile and the fraction I calculate there's exactly a 66.8734 percent chance." What was she even talking about? "Don't worry, though, I bet you really impressed Zack. I heard he really goes for the math nerds!" Sarah stood silent as they laughed. She considered fighting back but it didn't seem worth it, and besides, she didn't even know what she could say. Apparently not knowing something was a badge honor for Gabby, so what good would calling her stupid do? "Come on, we have to go to the next building and get this thing signed." "Hold on, I just have to --" Sarah started but stopped as she looked back to see Zack and Brandon already walking away, with Gabby and Olivia turning to join them. Sarah's bladder was starting to send some real cries for relief but she didn't want to hold them up and have Gabby say something else. She tensed her thighs back up and quickly slipped her hand between them to apply the full clench.  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Gabby looking back at her. Sarah let her hand fall back beside her body but it was too late. Gabby leaned over and whispered something to Olivia causing them both to giggle. Sarah tried to hide her embarrassment, not to mention her need to pee, as she caught up with the group. To her great relief, Gabby said nothing and the five of them continued on their way. Sarah could feel her stride shortening as her bladder continued to put pressure on her urethra. They passed by another bathroom on their way out of the building, which Sarah stared at longingly.  Gabby suggested they go to the gym next, which was all the way on the other side of the campus. Sarah tried to keep her mind occupied, but with nobody talk to and no idea what any of the buildings she passed by were, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to how bad she needed to go to the bathroom. They finally got to the gym, where they needed the signature of a teacher who also happened to be one of the football coaches. He didnt' have any problems for the group to solve, so he signed their booklets quickly, but Zack and Brandon started talking football with him.  Sarah felt unable to keep still, but prancing around the small coach's office wasn't really an option. She bounced her weight from one foot to another, then tried leaning against the wall, pushing her knees together, crossing her legs, anything to ease the pressure. Every time she looked over at Gabby, she noticed, it seemed like she was looking back. She started to wonder if this was part of Gabby's new plan to make her miserable. Sarah was sure she knew about her situation, and her fidgeting was only confirming it. Why else would she keep looking at me, Sarah wondered. And why had she made us walk all the way across campus, to the only place in the whole school where there wouldn't be a girls bathrom? Her pulse quickened as she continued to convince herself of the theory. Now every time it seemed like Zack and Brandon's conversation with the coach was about to end, Gabby butted in with a question to keep them going. Sarah wanted to squeeze herself again but felt Gabby and Olivia's eyes trained on her the whole time. Finally, Zack took charge and said they needed to get going. They exited the coach's office, then the gym, stopping on the set of steps leading down. "Alright, we just need two more. History and Literature. I think that building right next to us is the Lit building, so let's go get that one," he said. Sarah was glad Zack said that. Gabby probably would have made them march back across campus. They'd go to the next building and surely there would be a bathroom and she would be able to relieve herself. Even if Gabby tried to stall them, she thought, it would only be a few more minutes. Sure enough, as soon as they entered, Gabby stopped them. "Hold up," she said, and kneeled down. "I have a rock in my shoe." As she began methodically undoing the clasp, Sarah crossed her legs tightly. She looked down the hallway and saw what looked like a bathroom. This was her chance, she thought, still bouncing back and forth. She uncrossed her legs but immediately realized she'd underestimated how much that had been easing the pressure. She felt her body preparing a stream of pee and violently slammed her legs back together to cut it off.  "Hey, are you okay?" Zack asked, noticing the spasm. "Yeah, Sarah," Gabby said, suddenly less concerned about her shoes. "What's wrong?" She felt her heart race and the knot in her stomach tighten. She found herself unable to look either of them in the eye.  "Um, noth-," Sarah became acutely aware of how much saliva was in her mouth and took a big gulp. "Nothing." She felt proud of herself for a moment for not giving Gabby the satisfaction of saying out loud that she needed to pee. That moment ended quickly, though, when her body reminded her just how bad that need was. Sweat formed on her brow, partly from being confronted but mostly because her bladder was sending panicked signals to her brain: I'm not messing around down here. Find me a place to pee now! They continued down the hallway, and to her chagrin, past the bathroom. For some reason she still couldn't bring herself to just say that she needed to go. It was embarrassing, infantile somehow, to be the center of attention, she felt. Like when her little sister held up her entire softball game when she had to run in from center field to go pee. Sarah gritted her teeth and gave a quick push against up against herself as they they entered the classroom. She didn't really care what Gabby saw her do at this point, she was just determined to get her booklet signed by this teacher and make a beeline for the bathroom when they were done. They filed into the classroom and Sarah breathed a sigh of relief as the uninterested-looking teacher signed Brandon's booklet without even bothering to look up.  "Hey, what's this?" Gabby asked, pointing to something on the teacher's desk. Sarah let out an audible groan from the back of line. She bounced up and down, squeezing her muscles tightly as her pee begged for an escape. Her mind couldn't block it out any longer, torturing her with the thought of being The Girl Who Peed In Her Pants On Her First Day Of High School. Her stomach felt so heavy, like a bowling ball had been dropped in. She used two fingers to push up against herself through her jeans. It eased the pressure but only for a moment. Her bladder continued to throb as the teacher finally moved Gabby along, signing her booklet then Zack's. Sarah caught Gabby staring at her did her best to ignore it. She repeated a mantra in her head: Just one more minute, just one more minute, just one more minute. The teacher signed Olivia's booklet and finally Sarah stood at the front of the desk. She slid her booklet over and silently pleaded for her to hurry the hell up.  "So Gabriella tells me you're new here?" she asked. Sarah looked over at Gabby and scowled. "Y-yeah." "What do you think so far?" I think I'm going to leave a giant puddle on your classroom floor if you don't sign my stupid booklet and let me leave. "It's been good... definitely bigger than my old school." She forced a chuckle and immediately tensed up as she felt a squirt of pee escape. She locked her muscles back into place but could feel them fatiguing, not used to taking this sort of abuse. Thankfully the teacher didn't seem interested in prolonging the conversation. "Good, good, hope you enjoy everything," she said as she signed the booklet. As soon as she was done, Sarah felt like sprinting out the door and down the hallway. She didn't have the confidence in herself to not lose control if she ran, though, and the best she could manage was a quick shuffle. She strode past the rest of her group and hoped Zack didn't figure out why the girl who had trailed behind them all day was now in a rush to lead. She exited the door and starting down the hallway, not even bothering to look back. She felt like the warm, wet patch on her underwear clinging to her skin, a foreboding sign of what was going to happen if she couldn't hold on. Her eyes were focused on the bathroom down the hallway on the right, which is why she didn't notice a tall, skinny girl approach her from the left. "Sarah, right?" the girl asked. Sarah felt her heart beat quicken even more. She felt her mind race even faster. But mostly she felt her bladder pounding even harder. She wasn't even sure she was going to make it the twenty second walk down the hallway, she really did not want to have a conversation right now. "Yeah, I'm Sarah," she said. She tried to keep walking but the other girl stood still. "Oh, good! Mr. Carver told me about you. I'm Chloe, I'm on the Mathletes. Captain, actually. He said you might be interested in joining?" Sarah fought back tears. One way or another, her body was ready to explode. "Oh. Yeah, m-maybe," she said, adding a bend at the knee to her pee dance. "It's really cool! Everyone on the team is really nice and we like to study together and have parties together. Plus Mr. Carver is really cool as an advisor, he let us... Um, are you okay?" Sarah was openly grabbing herself now, sure that if she moved her hand away the floodgates would open. "N-no, I'm not, I have to pee so bad right now," she said, cheeks turning red. "Oh my god, I didn't know! Go, go, I can talk after!" Sarah started race-shuffling down the hallway again. She could feel her aching muscles starting to give way. She pushed up against her pee hole as hard as she could, praying her body wouldn't let her down. A tear fell down her cheek as she focused all of her energy on making it another fifteen feet... ten feet... five feet... She pushed open the door with her other hand and entered. She felt another jet of pee hit her underwear and quickly made her way to a stall. The sight of the toilet and the thought of being so close somehow made it that much worse. She could feel the pee dribbling out of her, powerless to hold back. Her body was shaking as she worked up every last bit of resolve. She took a deep breath and undid the button and zipper of her jeans. The urine continued to trickle out, and she could feel it making its way down the back of her leg. In one motion she yanked down her pants and underwear and sat back on the toilet. The drips of pee turned immediately into a heavy gush, splashing loudly against the water and porcelain below. Sarah shivered with relief as the stream cascaded, slowing momentarily only to pick back up. Her relief was cut short when she looked down. Everything might have been okay if she had been able to hold back after the two split-second spurts, but looking at the damage she realized she had leaked way more than she thought. Her baby blue panties were darkened significantly at the crotch, but the real problem was her jeans. There was a wet patch the size of her fist between the legs, and a streak of pee made its way nearly down to the back of the knee.  She finally stopped peeing and heard the door open. Great. I bet it's Gabby and now she's going to see me like this and tell everybody in this whole stupid school and I'm gonna be the new girl who wet herself. The set of feet that entered the bathroom didn't go into a stall. She's just standing there, I can't even wait her out. What if she has a camera? What did I even DO her to deserve this? In spite of herself, Sarah let out a sniffle. "Hey, are you okay?" Sarah's head perked up. It wasn't Gabby, it was Chloe! That was good... except she was still the freshman who peed herself.  "Yeah. I mean, no. Well, I'm okay, but like..." Sarah had no idea what to say. "You just seemed like you were kind of desperate and then you didn't come out for a few minutes, I just wanted to make sure..." she trailed off. Sarah remained silent. "Do you need a change of clothes?" Chloe's question cut through Sarah like a knife. Chloe was better than Gabby but she still felt her face burning at having been found out. Chloe seemed a lot more sincere but Sarah still felt like she wanted to disappear. She couldn't bring herself to say anything for a long moment, then finally managed a meek "yeah." "Okay... I'll text my friend, I bet she has something that fits you. I know this is, like, super awkward, but just tell the rest of your group you got sick and threw up. I won't tell anybody. Being the new girl sucks." Edited May 28, 2016 by TrailRunner (see edit history)
Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy! They take high school football seriously here, that's for sure. They do in Ohio, too, Sarah thought, but this was different. She had gone to a few games last season with her friends, and there was something sad about the passion. When you don't have a lot going for you, you take pride in whatever you can. If it's teenagers playing football, well, dammit, you're putting on your old jersey and showing up every Friday night to cheer on the squad. The Hagan-Archer football experience wasn't quite like that. There were banners hung, faces painted, and bleachers full, but there wasn't the sense of desperation in the air. It wasn't a tight-rope walk, it was a big party. The emotional stakes are lower when you can go yachting the next morning. It was serious business for those involved, though. The regular season didn't start until next week, but no fewer than ten big-time colleges were rumored to have coaches in attendance to scout. Already, three Hagan-Archer players were committed to a school at the next level, and several others had plenty of scholarship offers from which to choose. On the other sideline, Paramount Heights High School could merely boast the top running back in the country, seven state titles, and, oh yeah, a win in the playoffs over Hagan-Archer last season. Sarah walked up the winding stone stairwell with her mother and younger sister, Shannon. The lights flooded the stadium as dusk began to fall, and the air was dominated by the band blaring out the fight song down on the field. Most of the crowd was already in their seats, stomping their feet and clapping their hands to the cheerleaders' directions. If it was this loud for a scrimmage, she couldn't imagine what the real season was like.  They took their seats as the band began marching off and into their section of the bleachers. The players took the field for their warm-ups and her eyes immediately found Zack throwing to wide receivers working on their routes. Sarah knew how silly and cliche it was: the new girl immediately develops a crush on the star quarterback. Still, she couldn't help herself. "Hey, Shannon!" Sarah looked over to see a couple of younger kids walking up the bleachers. "Hey, what's up?" her younger sister greeted them. "I didn't know you guys were coming." "Luke's sister is here because of cheerleading so his mom drove us," the girl said. "We're sitting over there if you wanna come." She pointed two sections over. "Oh, cool, yeah!" Shannon said, then turned. "Mom, can I go watch the game with Riley and Luke and everyone?" "Of course, sweetie, just keep an eye on your phone in case I need to text you," Theresa said. She reached into her purse and pulled out a few bills. "Take this in case you want to buy some snacks for you and your friends. Have fun!" Sarah watched her sister join the group and start down the bleachers, already chatting excitedly and laughing. She was glad her sister had made friends, but it was hard to deny the jealousy she felt. "What about you, Sarah?" her mom asked. "Do you see any of your friends here you want to sit with?" Sarah frowned. Over the first week of school, there were a handful of other kids she was friendly with, but no one with which she had really bonded. She saw Chloe and Stephanie -- Steph was the girl who saved her life by having a change of clothes back on her first day -- around campus, but they were juniors so Sarah didn't have any classes with them. The fact that they both knew Sarah had peed in her pants made her feel more like a Kindergartner than a freshman around them anyway. The mathletes didn't start up until later in the month and while she thought the school activities fair would be a good opportunity to meet people and make friends, that hadn't taken place yet either. She got along with others when teachers had them do group work, but obviously her sister was fitting in better than she. Worse, Sarah thought, was that... Riley, or whatever her name was, and the group of friends Shannon joined up seemed like the 6th grade version of the clique Sarah was activey -- and mostly successfully -- avoiding: Gabby, Olivia, and the rest of them. "Umm, no, I didn't see anybody," she said. She turned her attention back to the field, but the players were still only going through their warm-up. Her mind began replaying just about every social interaction she'd had during the first week of classes. She couldn't shake the feeling of a gulf between her and everyone else. If it was just because she was the new kid, well, that's one thing, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was something else. She didn't have the experiences they did growing up and it felt like she had nothing in common with anybody. She wished the game would start so she could focus on something else. A walk around the stadium would have to do. "Hey, mom?" she asked. "Mom?" Theresa was talking to another woman next to her, so Sarah tapped her on the shoulder. "Mom!" "What is it, Sarah?" she answered somewhat impatiently. "I'm gonna take a walk around and get something to eat." Theresa reached into her purse and handed her some money. "You're welcome!" she said pointedly as Sarah started down the bleachers. Sarah rolled her eyes and continued walking. "Teenagers, what can you do?" she heard the other woman say to her mom. Whatever, Sarah thought. She was glad to be doing something besides sitting there, and besides, she was hungry and felt like she could use a stop at the bathroom too. Walking on the concourse, she navigated her way through the sea of fans. Only about half of the concession stands were open, resulting in lines that snaked back to where everyone was walking.  Her stomach growled, so she found the end of one of those lines and queued up. Three minutes of hardly moving made the long line feel interminable. The smell of the french fries and hot dogs permeated the concourse, exacerbating her hunger. Meanwhile, Sarah could practically feel her bladder filling up as it started to exert a low ache in her abdomen. She looked around for a bathroom, but even on her tip-toes she couldn't see over or around the mass of people. She resigned herself to the long wait, scoping out the menu and the food in the hands of passersby to try and decide what she wanted to eat. Finally, she reached the front of the line and placed her order. The cashier handed her the bottle of Coke right away, but pointed to a different line she'd need to wait in to pick up her basket of chicken fingers. Between the strained sounds of the PA announcer and the cheer of the crowd, she figured the game was kicking off behind her. "62! Order 62" the concession worker called out a few minutes later. Sarah strode forward to pick it up, pausing for a split-second to notice she was carrying an empty bottle. She cursed herself for absent-mindedly drinking the entire thing while waiting for her food. She debated asking the worker if she could buy another one, but the dull pressure in her bladder told her that might not be the best idea. She didn't feel like going back and sitting with her mom, and she knew she'd have to get up right after to go pee anyway. So she found an empty spot on the railing overlooking the field where she could eat and watch the game. Sarah snacked on the chicken, wishing she had kept some of her soda any time she came across a particularly dry one. Once they were gone, she left her spot on the railing and set off in search of the toilet. The crowd on the concourse had lightened as people returned to their seats, but she still couldn't find it. She walked all the way to the end, and back, still nothing. She was about to take another lap when saw them. A closed-down ice cream cart had been moved in front of the entrance, on which was posted a barely-visible sign: PLEASE USE WEST CONCOURSE BATHROOMS. THANK YOU.  Great, Sarah thought. She tried to shove the flashbacks of what happened earlier in the week out of her mind. She had never needed to pee so badly in her life, she reminded herself. And while she definitely needed to go now, it wasn't urgent like that. Still, this was inconvenience she could've done without.  The two sides of the stadium didn't connect, which meant she'd have to walk down, go outside, walk to the other side, and then walk back up. She made her way to the staircase she thought they had entered from and started down. She didn't notice anything was wrong until she reached the bottom. She wasn't outside now, she was looking instead at a long, tiled hallway. "Must be underground," she thought, marveling at a high school stadium this extravagent. "I bet this connects to the other concourse, or maybe there's a bathroom down here I can use." She couldn't quite make out what was at the end of the hallway but started walking anyway. After a few steps, she froze. A wave of pressure hit her bladder unexpectedly, forcing her to squeeze her thighs together. She pinched two fingers against the crotch of her jeans for a second, and once she was sure she was okay, continued down the hallway.  She peeked into the first door she passed. The lights were off but she could tell it was the weight room. Another was filled with assorted equipment, and then there were five small offices, each door marked Coach Something-or-other.  Sarah let out a sigh as she reached the end of the hallway and rather than leading up to the west concourse, split left and right. She considered backtracking, but thought that there had to be a bathroom down here somewhere. The soda she had gulped down was starting to hit her bladder. The pressure was no longer coming in waves; it was constant. That made it impossible for Sarah to put it out of her mind, but she kept trying because it seemed like the more she thought about it the worse she had to pee. Making a blind choice, she turned left and starting walking, this time with more urgency. A-ha! There it was, the bathroom she needed, marked... Men. "Of course," she thought, "but the girls' bathroom had to be close by." She continued walking, but the next door she came upon wasn't what she was looking for. Instead, the sign said Visiting Locker Room. Further down were no more doors, but Sarah realized as the din of the crowd grew louder that it must lead up to the tunnels the teams used to get onto the field.  She started to panic just a little bit. Since it was just for football, what if they hadn't bothered putting in a girls' bathroom down here, she wondered. She turned around and went the other way. The opposite side mirrored the first, but instead of a locker room and a bathroom, there was a locker room and a maintenance closet. The hallway looked like it might split off again down by the tunnel leading up, but she didn't want to make a wrong turn and end up on the field. She grabbed herself through her jeans again and realized what a mistake this had been. Now she had to walk back down the hall, back up the stairs, find the correct way down, then walk all the way around, then back up even more stairs. And with this many people and at least one bathroom closed, there was probably a line, she figured. She tightened the muscles of her aching bladder and resigned herself to the fact that relief was still a ways off. Unless... A plan quickly formed in her head. The first quarter had ended just as she had started her search, so it must've been about halfway through the second quarter. She could just run down the hall, use the guys' bathroom, and be back up before anyone came down for halftime. She hadn't seen any signs of life down here, and still didn't as she approached the door. She was unable to keep still, bouncing her thighs together. She opened the door slowly and listened for a moment. It didn't sound like anyone was in there, so she pushed the door fully open. "HEY!" A sharp yell from behind startled her and made her lose control for a second. She jumped back and clamped her muscles back down but she could feel that were underwear were wet. She looked down the hallway to see a girl walking toward her, then quickly down at her jeans. Luckily, the quick jet of pee wasn't showing through. "What are you trying to do, steal our playbook?! Nobody is allowed down here except players and personnel! I'm gonna tell our coach and get you suspended!" the girl yelled as she reached her. Sarah looked up again; the girl was older, definitely a junior or senior. She looked at her shirt, emblazoned with the letters PHHS, and figured that she was with the other school. "No! I wasn't, I was just, um..." Sarah felt like she'd be in more trouble if she said she was about to go into the boys' bathroom, so she stopped. She must've looked innocent, because the girl in her face took a more polite tone. "Look, sorry for yelling, but St. Peter's tried do that last year. You're really not supposed to be down here, though, and I need to report it. What's your name?" Sarah was shaking, partly from the thought of being in trouble and partly from her need to pee, becoming more urgent every second. That soda was hitting her hard and she was squeezing her legs together as tightly as she could while trying to look normal.  Before she could answer, the other girl spoke again. "Wait. Are you the student manager they were sending? Ohmigod, I'm so sorry! Kailee was supposed to tell them to have you meet us up on the field but I bet she forgot, she can be so stupid sometimes." Sarah didn't say anything, but seeing as it seemed like her two options were to play along or get reported, she knew which way she was leaning.  "Anyway," the girl continued. "I'm Mandy, I'm the head of the student managers for Paramount Heights." She reached out to shake hands. "I'm Sarah... nice to meet you." "Thanks for helping us out, we didn't realize we were short on people until we got here. It's actually good you're down here because we need to start setting up for halftime. Here, I'll open up the locker room." She took out a key and the two headed into the visitor's locker room. Sarah could feel the pee stinging inside of her, desperately crying to be let out. She started to sweat, wondering what she was getting into. Being a five minute walk from the bathroom was annoying, but now she had no idea when she'd able to go. Mandy led her to a table with a water cooler on it and instructed her to start filling up cups, which she did, dutifully. Hssssssssssssssssssssss, glug-glug! Hsssssssssssssssssss, glug-glug! Hssssssssssssssssssss, glug-glug! Hssssssssssssssssssssssssss, glug-glug!  It was almost too much. The only thing worse than focusing on how bad she had to pee was being forced to listen to the Gatorade splash out and flow into the plastic cups. Sarah squirmed on the spot, unable to keep still for even a second. The pressure against her tortured urethra was immense and only getting worse with each cup she filled. "Hey," she called out, trying to sound casual. "Do you know if there's a bathroom down here?" "Down the hall and left, there's one in the cheerleaders' locker room," Mandy said, looking up from the dry-erase board she was setting up. "You need to do way more cups than that, and hurry up, they'll be down in like a minute!" Sarah crossed her legs tightly and went back to her task, filling up the table with refreshment for the players. After what felt like an eternity, the door busted open and the team marched in. "Okay," Mandy whispered to her. "Just hang out at the table, some of them will want refills." Sarah's spirits fell. She had really been counting on running out to go use the bathroom as soon as the players got in, and now she had to just stand there and wait God only knows how long. She did the best she could, but she had to pee so bad she couldn't even stand up straight. With her knees bent and her pelvic muscles working overtime, she tried to smile as the players grabbed the Gatorade but it was more of a grimace. She was in absolute agony and wished more than anything she could reach down and pinch herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it in front of everybody. The coach began his halftime speech, which at least took some of the attention off of her. She avoided making eye contact with Mandy so that she couldn't assign her to do something else. She bounced up and down on her toes and fought back tears as her body waged with itself. "Hurry up, hurry up," she said under her breath as the coach droned on. The scene from her first day replayed in her head and she was sure that she was going to start uncontrollably dribbling pee into her panties any second. She couldn't believe that for the second time in a week she was about to have an accident. Only this time there was an entire audience of football players to see. Her legs were wrapped together tightly and her breaths shortened. The halftime speech wrapped up and the players grabbed their pads and filed out. Sarah closed her eyes and counted to ten. That's all she had to do, she told herself, just hold on for ten seconds at a time. Ten seconds is nothing. With the last player gone, she went for the door. "Where are you going?" Mandy asked. "I just-- I have to go use the bathroom," Sarah said. "We have to clean all of this up," Mandy said, pointing to the empty cups scattered on the floor. "I'll help, but I'm seriously about to pee myself, please!" Mandy sighed. "Fine. You better come back, though, I'm not cleaning this all up by myself." Sarah raced out of the room and into the hallway, relieved that there was nobody around to see her grabbing herself. She felt a few more drops of pee manage to escape, re-warming the spot on her underwear that had turned cold. She darted past the home locker room and made a left at the end, finally getting to the cheerleaders' room. She felt sick to her stomach as she started to feel the pee trickling out of her, unable to do anything to stop it.  It sounded like there were people in the back area, where the lockers were, but Sarah didn't care at this point. She frantically looked around, her hand still buried in jeans holding back the pee. "Oh, hiiiiiiiiii, Sarah." She froze, turning her head after a second to see Gabby standing there in her green and white cheerleader uniform. Her worst nightmare. "Now what are you doing in here?" "Um, I have to use the bathroom." "I see... I wish I could let you but this is for cheerleaders only. I don't remember seeing you at tryouts." "Come on Gabby, I really need to go, where is it?" "I can tell. Seems to be a problem with you, huh? Don't think I didn't notice what happened at orientation, you really think I believed that you threw up? What really happened, Sarah?" "Please, oh my God, I have to peeeeeeee!" "Tell me what happened at orientation." "You obviously know." Sarah felt herself starting to cry. She was doubled over with the pain of needing to pee. "I want to hear you say it." "I had an accident," Sarah said softly. "What's that?" "I said I had an accident!" "I knew it!" "Now come on, I'm about to have another one, please please PLEASE just let me pee." Gabby laughed ruefully. "Sorry, like I said, cheerleaders only. Do a cheer and you can get in. Here, watch me." Gabby pumped her fist into the air and whisper-shouted "Hagan!" Then she jumped into the air and spread her arms and legs and said "Archer!" Sarah squeezed her peehole even tighter. There was no way she could open her legs up like that. The "I-I can't. Forget it," she said and started to try to walk past Gabby. "Uh-uh. Do the cheer or I'll scream out and everyone will come in here and see you peeing in your pants." Sarah felt her urethra burning. Her entire body was still shaking in agony. She could feel her underwear getting more and more damp as trickles of pee kept forcing their way out. Still grabbing herself with one hand, she raised the other into the air. "Hag----Hagan!" she managed to say. Now came the hard part. Keeping her thighs pushed together, she jumped into the air and tried to stick her feet out. "Archer!" she mumbled. Her feet landed back on the ground. She had only jumped about three inches but the impact was too much. A stream of hot pee pushed its way out of her body and down the inside of her right thigh. "No, no, oh god, NOOOO!" she said, trying anything she could to hold back the flow.  Gabby broke out laughing again as she saw Sarah's pants darken with urine. "Uh oh! Looks like someone's not cut out to be a cheerleader!" "Gabby, come onnnnn!!" A second wave of pressure hit Sarah, this one longer than the first. She shuddered as the warm pee spurted out and flowed down her leg. The stain on her jeans grew all the way down her leg, dripping onto the floor "Ew, stop peeing on our floor!" Gabby shrieked. "Do they not potty train people in Ohio? "I c-can't help it, I'm sorry! Oh my god, I'm peeing!" Another spasm came over her bladder and more pee cascaded out of her, soaking the back of her right leg. She somehow cut it off after a few seconds but the dribbles continued,  "The bathroom is right there, jeez!" Gabby pointed to a door off the room they were in. Sarah pressed against herself with all her might and waddled over to the door. Her wet jeans clung to her leg. She fumbled with the knob, struggling to remain still enough to open the door. Her hand slipped off a second time and she felt her bladder start to give in again. More pee loudly hissed into her jeans, racing down both legs and puddling up at her legs. "Oh my God, you're really peeing your pants!" she heard Gabby say with glee. Sarah stood frozen in shock as the stream kept flowing out of her at full force. Her jeans could no longer absorb any of it and it simply flowed down her leg into the widening pool at her feet. She couldn't believe this was really happening to her. After a minute, her exhausted bladder finally stemmed the tide, but the pee continued to drip off of her pants.  She finally managed to lift her head and look over at Gabby, who was still looking on in disbelief.  "Oh my God, I can't even... you peed everywhere!" "Can you... just like please don't tell anybody," Sarah said between tears. "Tell anybody what?" Gabby raised her voice for the next part. "That Sarah Snyder peed her pants like a three year old?" "Shut up!" She was pretty sure none of the girls in the other room heard but if she kept her voice up like that... "Oh, Sarah, you should be nicer to me. Unless you want me to call the whole cheer team out here?" "No... please, I'm sorry." "That's better. Now, Miss Pee-Pee Pants, I won't tell anybody... as long as you cooperate. Can you do that?" "Y-yes." "Good. I have to go cheer for the second half now, the first thing you better do is clean up your pissy puddle before we get back here. See you at school Monday, we have lots to talk about!"
Well it's a bit later than I had planned... but I'm back with the next installment. I should warn you that this chapter is light on actual wetting/desperation content. It's more of a set-up for the next chapter but I do hope you'll enjoy it anyway. ------------------------------------ Sarah awoke on Saturday morning without even a one-second respite from the horror of last night. Her stomach was tied in knots and she couldn't stop her brain from replaying the scene. She could practically hear Gabby's cackling laughter and feel her entire growing hot, her face with humiliation and her legs with the pee she tried so valiantly to hold back. Gabby had just left her there in the cheerleader's locker room as she rejoined the team and went back out to the field. Sarah stood there frozen in shock, like her brain was stuck in a vice grip. She was eventually able to stumble around and find towels to dry up the puddle she had made, and she changed out of her soaked jeans and squeezed into a pair of warm-up pants someone had left out on the bench. She texted her mom that she wasn't feeling well and walked home, arriving just early enough to wash the scent off of her. "What's wrong?" Her mom, Theresa, had asked when she got home and saw Sarah on the couch looking miserable. "Nothing," Sarah had replied, straight-faced. It wasn't a great answer but it was easier to say that than "everything." Or "oh, you know, just the usual, I peed in my pants two times in the first week here and I haven't made any friends and the popular girls make fun of me and I know you're paying a lot of money to send me to that school but I'd rather be dropped to the bottom of a volcano or be launched onto one of the moons of Jupiter than go back on Monday." "Nothing," she had repeated with a sigh, getting up off the couch and going to her room. She peeled herself out of bed now in the same slow manner and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. She pulled her pajama pants down and sat on the toilet to pee. This is NOT that freaking hard, she silently admonished herself. Just be a normal girl and pee in the toilet and not in your pants! She finished up and made her way downstairs for breakfast. Her mom had a plate waiting for her. "How are you feeling today?" Her mom asked. Sarah put her best face on and even forced a smile. "Better, I guess." "Good. You missed a really exciting game last night. It was really fun," Theresa said. Sure, Sarah thought. It was fun if you were sitting in the stands getting to know all the rich, vapid, tanned Southern California moms. Less fun if you were running around underneath the field desperate for a bathroom. "So anyway," her mom continued. "It's good you're feeling better because Shannon's friend Luke is having a birthday tonight. I met him and his mother last night and they invited Shannon to sleep over but we're all invited to the big barbeque they're throwing in the evening." Sarah stared down at her plate. She didn't really want to go to some big party but she had already said she was feeling better. She shrugged her shoulders. "Cool," she managed to choke out, monotone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * They arrived at Luke's house and could hear the music blasting from the back yard. They rang the doorbell and the man who opened the door greeted them with a friendly but quizzical look. The "I don't know who you are, and I hope I'm not supposed to know who you are." "Hi there... I'm Theresa, Shannon's mother," she gestured to her younger daughter. "I met Luke and his mother last night at the game and they invited us..." she trailed off, hoping that would suffice. "Oh sure, sure! I'm Luke's father... you know, Darth Vader!" he paused for effect. Theresa gave a courtesy chuckle at the daddest of all dad jokes. "Actually, I'm James, you must have met my wife, Stacey. We've been busy getting ready all day so she must have just forgotten to fill me in. No worries though!" He spotted Shannon's backpack. "Ah, staying for the sleepover? Come with me and I'll show you were you can drop it off and where Luke is..." Then he nodded toward Sarah and her mom. You two can just go right around back, Stacey's out there and Luke's older sisters are, well, somewhere. Nice to meet you!" Sarah went with her mother to the backyard where the party was in full swing. Like everything else, the magnitude of it all took her by surprise. This definitely qualified as a Rich Person Party. Many of the dads were huddled around the multiple grills while the mothers sat at the table sipping on cocktails. The swimming pool was opened up and swarmed by kids of all ages. It seemed like they had invited half the neighborhood in addition to whatever family was there. Sarah sighed. Another place she didn't fit in. The pool seemed refreshing but she hadn't brought a swimsuit and even if she had she would have second and third thoughts about showing her body in it compared to all the other women and girls there. She also didn't want to be the only one her age sitting with all the moms. She grabbed a seltzer out of the cooler and sat down on a chaise lounge chair by the pool. She saw a group of girls hanging out by the giant lawn games, stacking and removing huge Jenga blocks. They seemed a few years older than her, like they were in college. So Sarah wasn't about to go and try to be a part of that group.  She ended up settling into the chair and pulling her out her phone, trying to look preoccupied. She finished off her can of seltzer and went to grab another one. This woke something up in the back of her brain, bringing back the sense of dread. Is this just how it's going to be now? She wondered. Every time I get something to drink I'm going to freak myself out about getting to the bathroom on time? She wandered around the yard sipping from the new can. She still didn't recognize anybody. And there wasn't even anybody who seemed to be in the same boat as her. Everyone else seemed to know at least SOMEBODY and was having fun doing trick jumps off the diving board, playing bocce ball, sitting around and talking, or a million other things. She didn't even see Shannon anywhere. She must be inside somewhere with all her friends. Ready to just head back to her chair and try to pass the time, Sarah lifted the seltzer to her lips and was surprised to find it empty. She detoured back over to the coolers, and again the sense of horror echoed in the back of her head. This time she decided it would probably be a good idea to listen, though, since she was feeling the first twinges in her bladder. With two cans of seltzer making their way through her a trip to the bathroom sounded like a good idea before drinking any more. It was at this moment that it occured to her that she didn't know where the bathroom was. But she had seen people filtering in and out of the house through the sliding door on the deck so she knew it must be inside somewhere. She started up the stairs to the deck and toward the door but before she got there it opened up and a gaggle of sixth-graders came pouring out. Behind her, Sarah heard one of the moms calling to the children in the pool. "Time to get out... The food is ready!" Of course. Of COURSE. Just when she started to have to pee, of course it would happen this way, she thought. Her mind almost tripped over itself in a rush to panic. She she was going to have to go back down, sit at a table for who-knows-how-long, all the while having to pee worse and worse as those seltzers hit her bladder. It was going to be just like last night and just like the first day of school, Sarah shifting and squirming to hold it in while the universe conspired against her... No, Sarah decided. That wasn't happening. Not this time. Not today. She waited for the sixth graders to finally get out the door. She tried to catch Shannon's attention but her sister was engrossed in conversation. Whatever, no time to be jealous now.  She stepped inside where the last few stragglers were making their way toward the door. She made eye contact with one, she recognized as one of the college-age-looking girls from outside earlier. "Hey, do you know if the bathroom is that way, or...?" Sarah asked, trying to sound casual and pointing down the hallway. "It's just back that way," she replied, pointing in the other direction. "On the right." "Thanks." Sarah felt a more intense twinge in her bladder now. It wasn't an emergency, far from it. But thanks to the events of last night, apparently now a basic task like using the bathroom was a capital-B Big Deal.  She felt a new kind of anxiety as she walked down the hallway, even as she tried to tell herself how silly it was. Sure the seltzer she drank was starting to hit her but she was literally steps away from a toilet.  On Monday it had been a quick, pulsing kind of anxiety when she was in the bathroom and racing for a stall just when the pee started to trickle out of her. A race against time to get inside and sit down, a race that she didn't win but didn't totally lose, either. Yesterday it was a slow, agonizing anxiety, standing in the cheerleader's locker room with no choice but to do what Gabby said and leap into the air with her legs spread. She knew there was no possible way she could do that without the seal breaking but she had to anyway. And then reaching for the doorknob, her hand slipping off as her bladder caved and sent all that hot pee pouring out into her underwear and jeans.  This wasn't like that. Thank god. If she really had to she could turn around, go outside, sit down and eat, and then use the bathroom after and she'd be okay. This was just her mind building it all up into something it's not, she reassured herself. But the anxiety persisted. She got to the bathroom and tried to turn the handle. Locked. It's okay, she told herself, just the universe fucking with you. This is just a routine trip to the toilet, stop making it something it's not. Sarah waited patiently outside the door. She honestly didn't need to go that badly at all. She wasn't bouncing or hopping or dancing or anything like that. Just a girl waiting for the door to open. But the anxiety persisted. She heard a flush, and then the running of the sink. See? Nothing to it. The handle clicked and the door swung open. Finally the anxiety lifted.  Sarah was still looking down, waiting for whoever was inside to come out. Instead they seemed to be standing still in the doorway. She started to lift her head when she heard it. A voice. That voice. Her voice. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" ------------------------------------ As always, any feedback is greatly appreciated! And if you have any ideas for a situation you'd like to see with these characters let me know either here or over PM. If it wasn't obvious from the three and a half year delay I'm not exactly overstocked with ideas. I consider creativity my biggest weakness so I'm happy to hear any and all ideas from you. ✌️ Edited January 14, 2020 by TrailRunner (see edit history)
Alexia gave Antony the coldest, darkest look you will have ever seen. It made Antony shudder. It was at that moment he realised that what started as a joke was now becoming serious. Antony had been teasing Alexia all the time since they got in the car. He started by gently prodding her in the side, which Alexia didn’t mind at first as she was giving as good as she got. But as time drew on he had started getting more and more vigorous and now he was nipping her as well. Antony wasn’t being cruel, he just never knew when to stop and draw the line. By his very nature he was a joker and a larger than life character. Even his physical stature matched his personality. Antony was a tall, thick built guy with a round bald head which reflected the sun and had the potential to blind anyone is his vicinity. But despite his larger than life personality he was deep down quite a sensitive guy, and when Alexia gave him THE LOOK he immediately knew he had gone too far. “I’m sorry sweetie, you know I love you right?” “Nope.” It was impossible to miss the mischief in her eyes. Despite the fact she was irritated by his behaviour, Alexia enjoyed being teased by her boyfriend. It was a part of him and she didn’t want to change that. It helped that she was no angel herself. “Come on…. Let me see that smile... You know you want to” “I really don’t. What I do want, is for you to leave me alone.” At first Antony took this to heart. He felt a chill around his body and his stomach churned. He felt his eyes become heavy as if he was about to cry. But her poker face soon flickered the merest suggestion of mischief. And he knew just how to capitalise. “Okay. Suit yourself.” And with that Antony began faking sadness. He turned away and folded his arms and started out the window. If he looked at her he knew he would break and start smiling. So he just started and waited for Alexia to make her move. “Will you two shut up back there. Some of us are sick of hearing you bicker and play fight. Some of us have to drive a car.” Alexia was taken aback by her sister’s outburst. Alexia knew it was unlike Alexis to lose her cool. Alexis was probably the most relaxed person she knew. It often made Alexia wonder how identical twins can look so similar, yet have completely different personalities. But while their personalities were different, they looked exactly the same physically. Both were short and lithe with long wavy blonde hair. They even had the same taste in clothing and it wasn’t uncommon for the pair to wear identical outfits. And today was one of them days. On this day they both wore white vest tops, short denim skirts and black Converse shoes. Even their underwear was the same colour. Red. The journey to their parents’ home was long and tiring. But they never got many opportunities to see their parents since they moved so it was worth the effort. They had been on the road for about 2 hours and it was at this point that Alexis wanted to stop and take a break. She had been driving nonstop since leaving Edinburgh and it was starting to take a toll on her. “I could really do with a break guys, I’m going to pull in at the next service station.” Alexis announced the information in a tone that would have no argument. She was tired, hot and sick of hearing her sister and Antony bicker. “Yeah okay, I’m hungry anyway. Oooh I hope the station has a KFC.” “Babe, I’ve always wanted to know. What is the deal with you and KFC? Its horrid.” Antony hated KFC and fast food in general, and he never quite understood how his girlfriend liked it so much. “Shut up!! Leave me alone, I like KFC. So what.” Antony gave her a look of incredulity and left it at that. When they pulled up at the service station it took Alexis nearly ten minutes to park. She was terrible at parking and it was a bit of a running joke in the family. But it never bothered her, as long as she got from A to B safely, she didn’t care. “Oww.. No KFC. Sandwich it is then” Alexia was genuinely disappointed she couldn’t have her beloved KFC, but she would soon get over it. She was used to disappointment. They began the short walk to the main entrance of the building. The building was old and tatty. The brickwork had long lost its gleam and the wooden beams in the ceiling had woodworm. But still, there was food, drink and restrooms which was fortunate for Alexia has she needed a wee quite badly. “Antony, I need to run to the restroom, can you go and get me a ham salad sandwich please?” “What did your last slave die of?” “Oh okay. I suppose I’ll just piss myself then. Would you like that? Would you like seeing your girlfriend piss herself, just because you can’t be arsed to go and get her a sandwich?” Antony remained silent. Deep down a part of him wanted to tell her the truth; that yes, he would like to see her piss herself. But he decided this was neither the time nor the place, so he smiled, gave her a kiss and set off to buy the food. Alexis was sat in the restaurant section of the station reading the paper and having a coffee. She could hear her sister and Antony bickering about the sandwich and for a moment contemplated leaving without them. But she would never do that. Besides, her parents wouldn’t exactly be pleased about it either. So she stood up, straightened her skirt and went to sit in the sun and get some peace and quiet. Meanwhile Alexia was entering the restrooms. The long corridor leading to the female restroom was boring, beige and dirty. Alexia didn’t like using public restrooms at the best of times, but these were among the worst she had seen. But she plodded on hoping the toilets themselves would be a lot cleaner. And so they were. The walls were sparkling white and the sinks gleamed of the sun shining through the many windows. There was a smell of disinfectant and cleaning products in the air. Alexia didn’t like these smells, but she knew it was a sign of cleanliness so in her mind that was a positive. As she looked for a cubicle she noticed that she wasn’t alone. This was a problem for Alexia. Alexia simply could not pee if she knew there were people within earshot. But as she was getting quite desperate by this point she dived into a cubicle. She lifted her denim skirt pulled down her red knickers and sat and tried to pee. She tried to block out the noise of the cleaners and public. She thought about waterfalls and waves. But nothing worked. She soon became conscious of how long she had been trying to wee and realised she had to give up and leave soon. So she gave it one last attempt and managed nothing more than a short dribble. So resolved to wait until she got to her parents’ house, she stood up pulled up her knickers and fixed her skirt and headed out the cubicle. Upon returning to Antony he remarked about how long it had taken her to have a wee. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she couldn’t manage any more than a tiny dribble. So she grabbed her sandwich and together they headed back to the car to meet Alexis. They picked up Alexis on the way out and all three walked to the car together. Alexia was getting tense as she knew it was another three hours at least until they got to her parents’ home. She cursed herself for having such a nervous bladder and began thinking what it would be like to have a normal bladder. She started to think of the sweet relief she would feel when she got to her parents’ home. All in all, this was a bad idea on her part, as this did nothing more than to make her more desperate. As they drove on Antony was reading a magazine and was oblivious to his girlfriend’s discomfort. Alexia had her legs crossed and was gently bouncing up and down trying to relieve the pressure of her swollen bladder. Every jolt from the road made her tense up. Every movement she felt seemed to make her bladder swell even more. She tried to focus on the scenery. The trees. The hills. A train flying past on the railway on the other side of the motorway. And for a while this took her mind off her predicament. But when she lost focus on the scenery her bladder ached even more than ever. “Where are we? How long until we get there?” Alexia did her best to hide the panic and fear in her voice, but she wasn’t very convincing. But nevertheless neither her sister nor her boyfriend noticed. “We’re still a good hour away yet. That’s provided we don’t hit traffic.” This wasn’t the worst news for Alexia. It turned out she had been staring out the window for at least an hour. And they were now more than halfway to their destination. But her bladder was aching more than it ever had before. Her need to pee was enormous now. Her gentle bouncing had escalated into full on rocking up and down and her hand was pressed into her crotch. She wondered if Antony had noticed and she gave him a quick look. And yep as she suspected, he was asleep. Alexis was completely oblivious to her sister’s situation. She was concentrating on the road. She wasn’t a confident driver and spent all the journey in the left hand lane, only overtaking when she absolutely had to. “FUCK!!” Alexis shouted as she slammed the brakes on. A car further up the road had been flitting from lane to lane and had misjudged a gap forcing the car in front of her to slam the brakes on which in turn forced her to do the same. Thankfully there was nobody immediately behind her so they got away with it. “This is exactly why I don’t like driving. Fucking morons. When did Kelloggs start giving away driving licenses on the back of their cereal? Fucking idiots.” Alexis was raging. She hated driving and incompetent drivers even more. But she soon simmered down. Meanwhile in the back Antony had been awoken by Alexis’s shouts, but he soon drifted back off. And Alexia had leaked in her knickers. Alexia was in a blind panic now. She had the situation under control until her sister had slammed her breaks on forcing the seatbelt to press unforgivingly into her bladder. The force of the seatbelt had released a long spurt of pee into her knickers, so much so it had soaked straight through her knickers and into her denim skirt. Alexia pressed her hand ever tighter into her crotch. The pressure on her pee hole was immense. She could feel small drops escaping and dampening her once clean underwear even more. Her hand was becoming wetter and wetter. She knew she was getting close to an accident. She debated telling her sister to pull in at the next station, but she knew she couldn’t. Alexia couldn’t face moving from her seat, she knew if she did everyone would see the wet patch on her skirt. Rocking furiously and with one hand pressed onto her pee hole, she knew the end was near. The drips were now becoming spurts and the seat beneath her ass was becoming wet. Quickly realising she was going to wet herself and there was nothing she could do, she removed her black leather jacket and placed it under her skirt. She continued to fight but she knew it was pointless. The leaks were getting bigger and they were occurring more frequently. Her knickers and her skirt were soaked. She began silently sobbing and gave up the fight. Pee streamed through her knickers, down her ass and straight through her skirt into her leather jacket. It was a long powerful stream. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed that she was peeing herself. Antony was still asleep and Alexis was too busy with the road. The warmth in her crotch and on her ass was both exciting and shameful for her. She continued to pee. Her bladder emptying itself at an alarming rate. When the torrent finished, she checked the damage. Her knickers were completely soaked, as was her skirt and jacket. But she was more concerned about the seat, and too her horror that was soaked too. She began crying hysterically. This both alerted Alexis and woke Antony up at the same time. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” The voice from the front startled Alexia. It was decision time. “Yeahh… I just got a bit emotional that’s all.” She forced back the tears and the words sounded braver than she felt. Antony looked at his girlfriend with a look of confusion. Her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. It made him sad. Antony leaned in to give his girlfriend a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his head into her shoulder. Then something struck him. What is that smell? He wondered. He looked his girlfriend up and down. He studied her face deeply. Then he noticed she was sat on her jacket, with a wet patch stretching out from underneath. He looked his girlfriend in the eye. She stared deeply into his gauging whether he had noticed her accident. Without flickering he reached his hand up her skirt and felt the wet evidence for himself. He felt both upset and aroused. Alexia began silently sobbing again. Antony was shocked. His biggest fantasy had come true; his girlfriend had wet herself. Yet he felt more upset than aroused. He gently brushed her blonde hair from her eyes, kissed her on the forehead and gently pulled her close. He embraced her with all the love he could muster. Alexia was shaking. Crying uncontrollably. Meanwhile her sister remained blissfully unaware. They hugged for a long time in complete silence. Until Alexia eventually broke the silence. “What am I going to do?” Her voice was all a tremble, the words creeped of her tongue in no more than a whisper. “We have to tell your sister; she’s going to find out sooner or later anyway.” Antony wanted to cry for her, but he couldn’t. He knew that, he had to be strong. “How can I tell her? Oh by the way, I’ve pissed myself in the back of your car.” Antony ignored her cynical tone. “Babe she can pull into a service station; you can get cleaned up. We can go into a town and I can buy you some new clothes.” “I can’t… The words won’t come out of my mouth.” “Then I’ll tell her.” “Don’t you dare… Please don’t. I don’t know what to do, in fact I don’t even think I’ve fully finished peeing yet.” As she said that she released another small torrent from her pee hole. Antony was unaware. “If you still need to pee, let it go. It’ll keep you warm if nothing else” He tried a small smile to comfort Alexia. And it worked she shyly smiled back and said “I already am.” His cock became hard. He put his hand between his girlfriend’s legs and felt the warm stream for himself. “What are you doing??? I’ve just told you I’m peeing and you go and stick your hand there.” Antony turned beetroot red, he didn’t want to betray his true emotions right now. “I didn’t believe you, I had to kinda see for myself.” “Yeah well there you go. How does it feel knowing I’m peeing right now?” Her voice was cynical again. Antony ignored her and tried to think on a plan. He knew deep down the only answer was to tell Alexis of Alexia’s accident. But he wouldn’t unless Alexia agreed, which she wasn’t going to do. Time passed with Alexis still blissfully unaware. Antony feeling a mix of both arousal and sadness. And Alexia sat in her own wet shame feeling empty, angry, upset and ashamed. The silence was long and hard. Neither Alexia or Antony wanted to break the silence. Nobody knew what to say. And Alexia was peeing again, although not much. She was already so wet she no longer cared. Her small bursts of pee caused by the amount of coffee she had drank at breakfast, was the only thing keeping her warm. “Oh fuck” Alexia broke the silence. The fear in her voice was palpable. It had just dawned on her that they were now just minutes away from their destination. She released another spurt of pee through nothing more than anxiety. Antony looked at her. He knew it was now or never. “We have to tell Alexis now or it’ll be too late” “Nooo. We can’t. Fuck.” She began sobbing again. Antony comforted her as best he could, but he knew the situation. There was no good way out of this. But he also knew, the best way was to tell Alexis. But he couldn’t bring himself to say the words and before long, the car stopped. “Finally. That took longer than usual, but here we are. At long last.” Alexis was chirpy, relieved to get out of the car and have a cup of tea. Alexia froze. All her muscles tightened. She was gripped by an overwhelming fear. Her sister was opening the boot to get the bags and Antony was stood outside Alexia’s door ready for whatever may come. Alexia gently pushed the door. A small gust of wind blew up her skirt causing her crotch to go very cold. She then just sat there. Before shrilly calling her sister. “Alexis….. I’ve…. I… I…. I’ve had an accident. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” She began crying and shaking uncontrollably. Her sister was both shocked and afraid. She didn’t know what she meant, she moved round the side to see for herself. The site she saw was a tragic one. Her own sister sat in a soaking wet skirt, on a soaking wet jacket crying uncontrollably. It took her a few moments to realise what had happened. “Have you… Pissed yourself? In my car?” “Y y… Y.. Yes, I’m sorry.” Alexis was struck. Part of her was sad for her sister’s accident and predicament, but another part of her was angry. “Why didn’t you tell me to pull over? Why didn’t you go to the toilet when we stopped? Why did you feel the need to piss in my car?” Alexia had nothing to say. She was crying uncontrollably. So Antony stepped in. “Alexis, these things happen. It was an accident. She didn’t want to wet herself, she didn’t want to do it in your car.” “She has a mouth. Why didn’t you say? Why sit there in silence and piss yourself” Alexia said nothing. “I think you’re being unfair. Can’t you see she is upset? Forget about your fucking car, what about your sister? She is sat there in piss soaked clothing, clearly distressed and all you can think about is your car?” Alexis felt a strong pang of guilt and shame. She realised she had been too harsh. She felt her eyes welling up with tears. She knelt down to her sister’s level, looked her straight in the eye and said “I’m sorry. I was shocked. I didn’t mean to sound how I did. I love you. You’re my sister, I should have been supportive instead of being a bitch.” Alexia said nothing. “Please say something.” Alexia remained silent. Then their parents came out the front door. Thanks for reading guys :) I hope you enjoyed <3 Any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)
“So, without further ado, please welcome the newest member of the Serlean family, Katha!” A roar of applause followed the announcement, the crowd of similar-looking men and women all idolizing the newborn that was being thrust into the air. I don’t get it though, there was nothing special about it. It was just a braindead, snot-nosed baby that wasn’t going to amount to anything. In fact, it was destined to let the whole family down. But I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. My name is Katha Serlean, the 47th member of the 28th generation of the Serlean family. Why is that so important? It’s not, but I’ll tell you why my mother thinks it is. And I quote, “the Serlean family has been the greatest force of caretaking since your great-great-great…” you get the point. Every boy becomes a butler, every girl becomes a maid. I’m honestly shocked that I’m apparently the first one who isn’t on board with doing menial labor all my life. I mean, sure, I’m good at it. I had better be after the hellish boot camp we have to go through before our first home. Today was the day of my first job. I’ll even admit, I was a little excited. Past Serleans have worked for kings, emperors, presidents, hell even my cousin is in charge of the Playboy mansion. Not exactly a place I would want to be in charge of cleaning up, but hey, I’m sure he gets plenty of benefits from it. So, after hearing all that, you can imagine my dismay when I arrived at my new workplace. Just some regular, suburban house. It was barely even two stories high, with striking white siding and a gaudy purple door. Now, it had been a long trip from my childhood home to this place, so naturally I needed to use the toilet. Hey, it happens. Everyone has to go sometime, right? Well, that’s kind of where this story begins. Keeping my back straight and my need hidden, I gave the door a hard but gentle knock. No answer. So, I knocked again, a bit louder.  Still nothing. I was getting a little frustrated as my bladder was really starting to bug me. This time, I really gave it my all. Now, being hired as a Serlean maid is a little different than nabbing a job washing dishes at some random guy’s apartment. You’d probably get paid more doing that. But, as you might have inferred, we take the craft very seriously. Or at least everyone else in the family does. The first thing we have to do after being approved by the current Elder for work is to find said work. This can be a painstaking process, as while the one doing the work itself doesn’t earn a whole lot, the family makes bank. So, most people don’t have the money to get even a once-over by a first-timer like me. When you do finally find a job, it’s totally anonymous, and you have to refer the person that wants to hire you to the board, which is made up of everyone too young to be the Elder and too old to push a mop. God damn I need to pee….oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else. Anyway, the board sends out a scout, who finds out every little thing about the client and their home, puts it all into a dossier, and gives it back tot the board for approval, who then give it to, in this case, me. Actually, it just occurred to me that I didn’t even bother to read it. Maybe it says I don’t have to do anything! Or at the very least I would get to repaint this ugly house. I opened up the dossier, groaning at its length, before panning its text for words that might indicate what’s going on. ‘Client will not be home, door is unlocked’. Oh. Well then. I opened the door, cursing myself for not having thought to even try it, and immediately scan for the bathroom with one eye and continue reading the dossier with the other. My reading eye caught the word ‘facilities’. God how I wish I had not read this part. ‘Facilities are off limits. STRICT ENFORCEMENT.’ If it isn’t clear enough, strict enforcement means strict enforcement. Less of a hard spanking or a dock in pay, and more like exile from the family permanently. That means your kids can’t even apply to be Serleans anymore. They even legally change your name! Like I said, they take things super seriously. Unfortunately, this was very bad news for my already aching bladder, which was only getting more full as time went on. However, don’t let it be said that I don’t know how to keep a cool head (Hehe, that rhymed). Members of the family are taught to adapt quickly to circumstances like this. Normally that would mean peeing in the kitchen sink or something, but an act like that would get my ass exiled way faster than breaking a rule on the dossier. And believe me, they always find out about that stuff. My second aunt once had to go so badly during a job like this that while she was cleaning the garage she stood over the drain and pretended to wipe down the client’s car as she relieved herself. She lives in Fresno now, painting pets for commissions. She seems happy. With no other viable option in sight, I pressed my thighs together and got to work. It was a pretty simple gig, to be honest, and I wasn’t too worried about ending up in exile. That’s until I got upstairs. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was like a…well, there’s no point in grossing you out. Ever smelled something bad? It smelled worse. My brain started spinning, trying to think of what the source could be. The stench grew stronger as I cautiously stepped down the upstairs corridor. Most of the rooms looked tidy, at least from a glance, but there was one door that was shut. It was covered in streaks of paint, and several other substances that resembled paint. Before I could even get inside I had to wash down the door using a special scraping sponge and a bucket of water. Oh how I wanted to let my water join in…but I had to block out those kinds of thoughts, despite needing to pee worse than I ever had in my life. I was determined to wait, mainly for fear of exile but partly because the outfits we wear are super nice. We sew them ourselves, and they always end up looking lush and extravagant. Mine (I think) is one of the fanciest. I may not be all that girly but I really did a nice job with all the frills and lacey bits. If you’re a pokemon fan, imagine Mega Audino with twice the bells and whistles and a black paint job. I really did love the outfit, and it was just as important to the family. A sort of symbol that lets everyone know you’re a Serlean (for those that would even know that there is an Italian Mob for housekeeping). In fact, one of the rules of our trade is to keep that uniform spotless. It’s a sign of professionalism, and they’re an utter bitch to try and clean, even for us. Once I got the door clean and wiped the sticky…thing off the doorknob, I was able to wrap my hand around the knob and open the door. Immediately I felt my eyes almost pop out of their sockets as my view was assaulted by what I can only describe as…a mess. But this wasn’t just a mess. This was like…an apocalypse. It was like Mad Max: Fury Room. Toys, food, clothes were strewn all over the place. I couldn’t even see the floor past it all. “Guess this is why they called us…” I said to myself. For a moment, I considered popping a squat in there. I would bet good money that no normal person would be able to tell I had, let alone after I cleaned it all. The thought was so nice…but I couldn’t do it. The family always finds out stuff like that. My personal belief is that there’s always a scout or someone that’s watching you the whole time. My brother thinks the family puts tiny security cameras all through the house before you get there. I’m sure once I get high enough in the ranks, I’ll find out all of my family’s little secrets and techniques that are only myths to me now.  I started cleaning the room when my bladder hit me way harder than it had been before. I gasped and dropped the toy I’d picked up, unable to resist holding myself with both hands. Sadly, that meant I was getting my tights a bit dirty. “That’s probably my cut of the earnings for this job I just lost…” I muttered, sighing. But, at least I didn’t wet myself. That would have been much worse. I wiggled my hips to regain control before returning to the mountainous task at hand. In a way, I was glad I had resorted to holding myself, because now I could do it anytime I needed to. And i did need to. A lot. Especially when I slipped on a half-eaten PB&J and fell on an army guy. Thankfully, pain is not against the rules. Only stuff you want to do is. Needless to say I was starting to get frustrated. I don’t have anger issues or anything, but try cleaning your house while you’re holding in the goddamn atlantic ocean in your abdomen. You start to lose your grip. About an hour of gritted teeth and minor leaks later, I had done it. I double-checked the whole house for dust, crumbs, anywhere I could have gone wrong. The place was spotless. I would have jumped up and thrown my hands in the air triumphantly if my hands weren’t glued to the underside of my frilly black dress. It was time to leave. I stood, staring at the front door for a few minutes, unsure how to tackle this problem without keeping my hands from rather pleasurably rubbing my most sacred place. Oh stop judging I was about to wet myself. You’d do the same. I reached for the doorknob with my armpit, planning to turn in that way, when it started turning on its own. For a second I thought the universe was trying to help me, but then what little rationality in my brain that hadn’t begun screaming at me to let go of my pee figured out that the client was home. I sighed. Another rule broken. You’re not supposed to be in the house when the client gets back, provided they leave before you get there. At this point I didn’t care about getting paid or being punished in some way. I just wanted to pee. I stood a few feet back, giving my muscles one last big squeeze before moving my hands and clasping them politely behind my back. I put on my best fake smile, my body already beginning to tremble with the effort it was taking not to make a puddle in this guy’s foyer. The door opened up, revealing a rather rotund man, his almost as rotund wife, and his two rotund children. Not that I had a problem with it, it’s just the first thing I noticed about them. The next few things I noticed were stained clothes, unshaved faces (yeah, even on the wife), and a general aura that just said ‘we’re assholes’ to me. They smelled like assholes too, but the other kind. Then, the father started being an asshole. The first kind. Though I think the second kind being in my face would have been preferable. “What’re you doin’ here, missay? Thought we hired yew ta clean tha place and git!” His breath made me shudder even more than my about-to-burst bladder did. I took it in stride, though. As deplorable as he was, he was still right. Which kind of ticked me off. But I was supposed to be out of the house, so I did my best to ignore it. What I couldn’t ignore, though, was the tirade he went on after that. He told me to stay put and went all around the house, screaming and hollering about how I had moved things, messed things up, missed spots (the dirty liar). He even went off on me for dirt that he and his family tracked in when they got there. He dug so deep into me I thought he had a personal vendetta. But what struck me the most is when he said this. “I’m calling that no good agency you came from and you better believe they’re gettin’ the worst review I can think up!” With that, he stormed upstairs to yell at his wife for being the one that called me, leaving me alone and in tears in the foyer. I got mad. I saw nothing but red. Then, I saw yellow. A stream of it. A rather thick and heavy one. I sort of just stood there watched it happen. I couldn’t do anything about it, and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. My bladder was as tired of this guy as I was, and I saw it as a fitting justice. The ramifications of the pooling liquid that was spreading out onto the floor under me weren’t even crossing my mind. A smile crossed my lips, the feeling of relief so immense I just about orgasmed. Honestly, with how good it felt and how much liquid there was, I probably wouldn’t have realized it if I had. I stayed where I was for a few minutes, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, as well as the satisfaction of getting back at that guy. It didn’t last long, though, as I heard a door open upstairs. Sick of getting yelled at, I grabbed my bag of cleaning supplies and hurried out the door. Needless to say, the family found out what I had done. Some where sympathetic, I’m sure everyone assumed I had peed on accident. That was technically true, but I would have done it anyway. The board took a vote, and tied, so the Elder had to give her opinion. She was, of course, not keen on making exceptions. That’s how the family had gotten where it is now. So, I had to accept my fate. I said goodbye to a lot of people, the hardest were my brother and mom. I wasn’t too upset, though. They were letting me keep my outfit, as long as I didn’t wear it in public. This life really wasn’t for me anyway. In a way, I was glad I did what I had. It made me wonder if my aunt had done hers on purpose as well. Maybe I would ask her one day.  Now, I’m a pastry chef in New York. I also do some janitorial work at the place where I work for some extra cash. I have a pretty decent house now, just outside the city. I like to pee in the foyer sometimes. After all, I can always clean it up. Thank you for reading this! Feedback of all kinds is highly appreciated.  This story was written for my amazing friend, Justice. Edited May 28, 2016 by Raiden S. (see edit history)
Muffet, the boss of the Underground's famous Spider Bake sale, sat in her chair behind a table, waiting for customers to come by. She had been sitting for 8 hours, and she would be there for another 11. Her spider friends kept her company by keeping her updated about what was happening all around the Underground. One spider crawled onto the table holding an article. "Mettaton's new form kills at the 'finale'...or does it?" She reads out loud. "Hm. I'll catch it tonight." She smiled and picked a crumb off of a donught, handing it to the spider. "Thank you." Muffet said quietly to the spider. After a minute, she went to take a sip from her cup, but it was empty. Tea didn't keep her as hydrated, and it took longer to get. The Spider Bake Sale was run in Hotland, where the temperature always exceeded 100 degrees, so Muffet had to constantly send spiders out to get her cups of water, in return for donught crumbs. Muffet drank cup after cup of water to keep herself from overheating. She hadn't noticed at first, but all the water was filling up her bladder. After 8 hours of it, she was in pain. She grabbed herself and looked around, making sure no one was there. After a minute, she stood up and looked down at a spider. "I have to use the little spider's room." She whispered, before starting towards the bathroom. After a few seconds, Muffet heard footsteps. "AND THIS IS THE MTT BRAND SPIDER BAKE SALE!" a robotic voice yelled. 'We're not sponsored by MTT...oh, customers!' Muffet thought. She ran back to the table, causing the contents of her bladder to slosh around, putting her in more pain. She gripped herself for a second, and slowly walked back to the table. "HELLO, MUFFET!" The robotic Idol, Mettaton said. "I'M TAKING SOME FANS ON A TOUR OF HOTLAND AND MTT INDUSTRIES!" Muffet nodded, grabbing herself with a pair of arms under the table. "S..step right up for the f..finest baked goods in all of the Underground!" The spider girl stuttered. Most of the crowd walked after Mettaton to tour the bakery with the spiders, but a long line still formed in front of Muffet. "S..spider donughts! Only 18G!" She whimpered. A swarm of spiders brought over a large basket of donughts. Muffet whimpered to herself, looking at the line. 'I'll never be able to hold it this long..' She thought. Just the thought of not making it caused her to leak in her underwear. Muffet winced in pain and turned to the line, tending to the customers. Her spiderlings were the only ones to realize what was happening. They watched as Muffet's face turned redder and redder, but they were unable to help her. As she grew increasing desperate, it seemed like the line was getting longer and longer. The spiders couldn't take over the whole operation, there were too many fans.  "It smells delicious!" "Ooh, can I get another?" "Do you have anything to drink?" "MY BROTHER WILL LOVE THIS!" "I'll be back for more!" Muffet helped every customer. She was so thirsty, but she was afraid if she had any more water, she'd wet herself on the spot. She squeezed herself with another pair of arms, and leaked in her panties again. Tears began to form in her eyes. She helped the last customer, who bought two spider donughts. "OMG!! Bratty will flip when I tell her I got two of these!! Thanks!" the customer yelled. Muffet forced a smile. "Y..you're welcome..." she leaked again, and grabbed herself with all of her hands. "Is something wrong?" the customer, a purple cat named Catty asked. Muffet blushed and paused. "I...I really have to use the little spider's room..." She said quietly. Catty blushed. "Oh.. I'm so sorry! I'll, like, get out of your hair now." The cat smiled at her and ran after the rest of the group. "WAIT UP!" Muffet waited until she was sure everyone had left, and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. As she ran, the stream slowly started, and by the time she got to the door, she was one step away from losing it. "I'm here now...everything's okay." Muffet said. She reached for the handle... "One minute! I'm almost done." Muffet began to quietly cry. "It...it hurts so much..." Muffet said to herself. As she was speaking, the dam broke, and Muffet lost control of her bladder, wetting herself. Everything that her bladder had built up exploded out of her forcefully. It took a second for the situation to set in. Muffet was so tired, it took her a second to realize what was happening. But when she did, she cried louder and whimpered as she fell to the floor, a large yellow puddle spreading underneath her. She whimpered and sighed as relief washed over her, and let out a soft moan. The liquid filled her panties and darkened her pants, but she was past the point of caring. Even though it was extremely embarrassing, Muffet moaned at the warm, wet feeling of relief. After another few minutes of peeing herself, her stream finally slowed to a halt. She sighed happily and stood up, pee dripping out of her soaked dress. Muffet was on cloud nine, then one sound shot her back down Underground; the toilet flushing. "There's...there's still someone in the bathroom!" Muffet said. If she was seen having an accident, she'd never sell another pastry again. The sink went off, and the door opened. Muffet closed her eyes, paralyzed in fear. "S..sorry, now you can...oh no..." Alphys, the Royal Scientist, walked out of the bathroom to see the spider girl tearing up in embarrassment. She looked down at her wet dress. "I'm... I'm so sorry..." Alphys said, moving closer. "P..please don't tell anyone" Muffet said, tears rolling down her cheeks. Alphys smiled at her. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. This is just between us." She handed Muffet a tissue for her face. "Go get changed. Maybe later, I'll stop by for some donughts." Alphys said, smiling. She walked away. Muffet sat in her wet clothes for a while, looking down at her puddle. It took her a while to calm down, but when she did, she walked away from the bathroom door. "I'll clean that later." She said. She headed to her room and changed into a clean dress. "Or...maybe I won't." Muffet smiled deviously, and went back to her table. Authors Note: I'M BACK BABY! You might recognize my name from the Steven Universe: Wetting of the Gems series from back before the huge site update. Even though they were all posted by my friend ThePeeLover, I wrote almost half of them. But, more about what's happening in the future: I plan to do an entire Undertale series! That includes Toriel, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, and maybe some more if I stop being lazy. I wrote this story during the update, when I was on a huge Muffet kick. I had no idea that I could post it here, I was waiting for the old Fiction section to come back. My friend, the glamorous ThePeeLover, decided not to let me know until around 10 minutes ago. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of my Undertale Series!
I almost never post different stories in sequential weeks, but after being away for long enough that people welcomed me "back," I thought I'd better post something new before I travel for the next 3 weekends! This isn't an original story, per se, but based on this news story that, for obvious reasons, intrigued me. So here's a brief (for me) imaginative version of what happened. Enjoy! *****             “Wooo! There they go!” Marshall Peterson whooped as he watched the latest riders fly down the zipline above him.             Marshall’s 15-year-old son, Simon, smiled weakly. Simon wasn’t nearly as excited about the zipline as his father, but Marshall had insisted, and Simon’s teenage desire not to seem weak had prevented him from declining.             Vera, Simon’s mother, shook her head affectionately. “You know, dear, you’re really getting too old for thrill seeking,” she chided.             “Age is just a number!” Marshall proclaimed gleefully. “Just because you’re allergic to fun…Si and I are gonna have a blast, right Si?”             “Totally,” Simon responded, convincingly enough for his father.             Vera rolled her eyes, but grinned. “You two have fun. I’m going to go get a coffee and wait for you on the other side.” She kissed her husband and hugged her son, then set off down the busy, Las Vegas street.             “Come on, Si,” Marshall ordered, heading up to the ticket office. Simon followed, glancing nervously up at the cables high above his head. “Two for the zipline, please,” Marshall said to the bored-looking worker behind the glass.             “Regular or zoomline, sir?” the worker drawled.             “Oh, zoomline, definitely!” Marshall replied without hesitation. “Go big or go home, right Si?”             Simon flinched. The “zoomline” was the higher of the two offerings and started out 114 feet off the ground. Simon wasn’t the biggest fan of heights to begin with, and he certainly didn’t share his dad’s penchant for adrenaline-rush activities. As a child, he’d mostly been able to avoid them, but since he’d entered adolescence, and particularly since his most recent growth spurt had put him just over 6 feet tall, Simon’s dad had become more insistent about including Simon in his hobbies. White water rafting had been OK, and there were some amusement park rides that Simon enjoyed, but parasailing had been rough. It was gentle and quiet for the most part, but Simon really, really didn’t like heights.             It’ll be over fast, Simon thought. Just one minute.             Marshall beamed as he handed over Simon’s wristband. Father and son strapped on the ID bands, holding them up to show the guard at the entrance, then headed to the elevator.             Simon’s stomach lurched as the elevator rose to the top platform. With a start, Simon noticed that he had to pee. Not surprising, really; his bladder always seemed to fill faster when he was nervous.             It’ll be quick, Simon thought again, tightening his pelvic muscles a bit. Just a few more minutes, and then I can pee             When the elevator doors opened, however, Simon was greeted by the sight of a bigger crowd than he’d anticipated. At least 25 guests stood around the platform, waiting for their turn to step into a harness and fly down the line.             “Here,” a neon-shirted employee shoved two strips of paper toward Marshall and Simon. “You two are number 430 and 431. When your numbers are called, head over to Jerome there, and he’ll size you up and get you into your harnesses. In the meantime, stay up here, look around, but don’t go past the yellow line into the loading zone.”             Marshall thanked the employee. Simon followed his father, but paused when the release door creaked open. The strung-up riders, harness in on their stomachs, face-down, were giggling and chattering with nerve-tinged excitement. Seeing the view from so many stories up made Simon’s bladder spasm, and he clenched his thighs together to fight the urge.             The process only took a few minutes, but to Simon, it looked agonizingly long. Riders would hear their number called, then walk over to the harnessing area on the side of the room. Jerome, another employee, would hand them an appropriately-sized harness and instruct them on how to put it on. Harness properly cinched, the riders would then wait their turn to line up at one of the three cables. More workers would hook industrial-sized carabiners to each harness, then steady the riders as hydraulics raised them into prone positions, head first and face down, ready for launch.             In the 15 minutes before his number was called, Simon’s anxiety only increased, as did the amount of liquid in his bladder. He started shifting from side to side without really noticing he was doing it.             “430, 431, 432!” the employee who’d greeted them at the elevator called. “Please come get fitted with your harnesses!”             “Oooooooh, almost time!” Marshall cheered, practically bouncing over to the harnessing area.             Simon squeezed his thighs together and breathed deeply, trying to calm his nerves. In 5 or so minutes, this whole thing would be over, and he would be fine.             Jerome professionally walked them through the process of putting on their harnesses, making sure the straps were in all the right places. Simon inhaled sharply when Jerome tightened the strap around his waist; he clenched quickly, just barely preventing a leak.             Standing on his designated spot on the loading dock, Simon tried to keep from trembling. The girl hooking him up noticed. “It’s OK, kid,” she chuckled. “These systems are 100% safe.”             Simon attempted a smile. Of course he knew that the rigging was likely to have all sorts of safety precautions in place, but knowing that didn’t help him feel any better.             “Ready on 2!” the girl called when Simon was fully strapped in. The workers assisting Marshall and the rider in spot 3 called out similarly. With a slight jerk, Simon was lifted off his feet and tilted forward.             “Superman pose!” the girl said cheerfully as Simon was raised to release position, but Simon didn’t feel like Superman. His dad was whooping excitedly next to him, but Simon’s head was spinning. His breaths were shallow, and he gripped the front of his harness tightly. His legs were separated by the harness, but he still             The release door slowly started opening, and Simon started panting. He tightened his lower muscles as much as possible, but at this point, he was bordering on losing consciousness.             Please, Simon begged silently, just one minute.             “5…4…” an automated voice counted down to release. Simon started hyperventilating. “3…2…1…”             Simon’s heart skipped a beat. The locking mechanism released.             And so did Simon’s bladder.             As he started to fly forward over the street, warm urine gushed from between his legs like a water balloon had popped. Because of his positioning, liquid fell straight downward toward the street instead of trickling down his legs, not that his nylon athletic shorts soaked up much, anyway. Simon thought he could hear people yelping in surprise, but he sailed out of earshot before he could be sure. His chest tightened at the thought of accidentally drenching unsuspecting tourists in pee.             The remaining 45 or so seconds of the trip were nothing but the muffled sounds of the bustling street below and Simon’s own heavy breathing. He vaguely heard his father’s excited cheers to his left.             Simon slowed as he approached the landing platform. The attendant was smiling as he reached for Simon’s harness, but all Simon could think about was the cold wetness of his underwear, pressing against his skin.             As the attendant unstrapped Simon, another neon-shirted worker sprinted up the steps, walkie-talkie in hand.             “Excuse me, sir?” the employee interrupted Marshall’s gleeful chatter. “Is this your son?”             Marshall’s eyebrows creased in confusion. “Yeah. What’s going on?”             The worker glanced at Simon, who instantly looked at the floor. “Can you two come with me, please?”             Still baffled, Marshall signaled for Simon to follow the worker. Simon’s cheeks were hot with shame as the worker led them down a set of stairs.             “Marshall? Si?” Simon’s eyes flashed upward briefly at the sound of his mom’s voice. Vera was walking up the steps toward them, an eager smile rapidly fading from her face. “What’s going on?”             “Are you this boy’s mother, ma’am?” the worker asked.             “Yes, this is my son. What’s going on?” Vera repeated, falling into step next to Marshall.             “If you could just please come with me,” the worker requested, turning down a hallway full of offices. He opened a door on the left and gestured toward some chairs along the wall. “Could you all please have a seat?”             Marshall looked both nervous and irritated. “Could you please tell us what’s going on? What do you want with Simon?”             The employee, whose nametag read “Jeff” looked uncomfortable. “We received a report of…mischief…regarding your son,” Jeff explained hesitantly. “We’d just like to get to the bottom of what happened.”             “Mischief?” Marshall was incredulous. “I was with him the whole time! He didn’t do anything!”             “Yes, well, there were…complaints…” Jeff stammered.             “Complaints of what?” Vera interjected, somewhat defensively. She glanced at Simon for answers, but he was determinedly hunched forward, not looking at anyone.             Jeff turned to the door anxiously. “I’d really rather wait for-“             Fortunately for Jeff, two uniformed police officers walked in just then. Jeff sighed with relief. “I’ll just let the officers speak with you,” he mumbled before all but sprinting out the door.             Marshall stood up a bit straighter. “Officer, can you please tell us what our son is being accused of?”             The taller of the two, a man whose badge read “Douglas” raised his eyebrows. These parents don’t know, Douglas thought incredulously. He briefly looked down at the boy’s shorts; wetness was practically invisible on the dark, nylon fabric.             “Sir,” Officer Douglas began carefully. “We received reports of…liquid…falling on people below the launch point of the zipline. Based on information from employees on the platform, we believe your son…urinated…on them.”             Marshall and Vera both started talking (yelling) at once. “WHAT?!?” Marshall snapped. “Are you serious?” He whipped around to glare at Simon. “What were you thinking?”             Vera was simultaneously addressing her son. “Si, that’s not funny,” she chastised. “That’s so unsanitary!”             “Were you trying to be funny?” Marshall was getting angrier. “Did you plan this ahead of time?”             Simon didn’t answer. His faced flamed with humiliation. He didn’t know what was worse; getting in trouble for peeing on tourists on purpose, or his parents knowing the truth – that he’d wet himself on accident.             The second officer, Angela Formus, stared intently at Simon while his parents frantically questioned him. She saw the teen’s slightly trembling chin and tense posture. Yes, it was possible that he was just embarrassed at being caught, but maybe…             Officer Formus cleared her throat to quiet the room. “Look, ma’am, sir,” she addressed Marshall and Vera, “I’d like to hear from your son, please. Sometimes, at that age, kids can just get overwhelmed in places like Vegas.”             Marshall snorted. “We expect more of him than that.”             Angela ignored Marshall and turned toward Simon. “Young man?” Simon flinched, but didn’t look up. “My name is Officer Formus. What’s yours?”             “Simon,” Simon murmured, frowning, furiously trying to blink back tears.             “Hi Simon,” Angela smiled encouragingly. “We just want to know what happened. Were you playing a practical joke?”             Simon hesitated, his mind racing. Did he really want to admit what happened? Could he handle the repercussions if he let them think he did it on purpose? Ultimately, the fact that there were two real, live police officers in front of him was too terrifying. “No,” he whispered, curling his shoulders forward even more.             “OK,” Angela continued gently, before Marshall or Vera could interrupt. “Can you tell me what happened, then?”             Despite his best efforts, a low whimper escaped Simon’s throat. “I…” his voice cracked, and he clenched his fists to stop his hands from trembling. “I was scared,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to.”             Next to Angela, Officer Douglas just nodded, but Vera paled and Marshall flushed at the implication of their son’s words.             “I see,” Angela went on, comfortingly. “So you didn’t intend to urinate on those people?”             Cringing at the phrasing, Simon shook his head. “It…it was an a-accident,” he stammered, overwhelmed with shame. His knees were shaking; he wasn’t sure he could stand much longer.             Angela nodded, unwilling to push the teen anymore. It seemed clear to her and her partner that Simon’s actions weren’t malicious. On the contrary – they were quite humiliating. The teen had suffered enough.             “We’re so sorry,” Vera apologized, having regained her bearings much more quickly than her husband. “We’re more than happy to compensate the people who were…hit.”             “That won’t be necessary in this case, ma’am,” Officer Douglas assured her. “These things happen. And let’s be honest: people can get a lot worse in Vegas!”             Officer Douglas’s attempt at levity was only met with the barest of grins from Vera. Simon was still staring at the ground, miserable, and Marshall was apparently having trouble processing the fact that his son had wet himself at age 15. Officer Douglas just shook his head knowingly, and he and Officer Formus left the room.             “Simon?” Vera asked hesitantly, breaking the silence after the officers left. “Is…is that true?”             Simon could only nod wretchedly; he was so ashamed.             “But…” Marshall sputtered, “but…it was so cool! You didn’t say anything!”             Simon sniffled deeply, unable to stop a tear from rolling down his nose. He was sure his dad would never invite him to do anything ever again.             “Honey,” Vera softly touched her husbands arm. She knew he wasn’t going to be the most supportive in this situation. “Why don’t you go to the restaurant to make our reservations for tonight? You know they only accept them in person. Si and I will go back to the hotel to change.”             Simon flinched again at the fact that yes, he had to change out of his piss-soaked pants, but Marshall just nodded, a bit bemused, and walked out the door.             “Honey?” Vera repeated, this time directed at Simon. “Are you OK?”             Simon started to nod, but stopped and slowly shook his head instead. His breath caught, and he let out a sob.             “Oh, Si,” Vera breathed, wrapping her son in a hug. “It’s OK.”             “I’m sorry,” Simon cried. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do it!”             “I know, sweetie,” Vera soothed. “I’m sorry your dad and I jumped to conclusions.”             Simon whimpered and pulled away. “He’s so mad,” he mumbled.             “No, honey, he’s not-“             “He is!” Simon interrupted, still crying. “He just wants to do all these things and I’m a big baby and they scare me and I can’t…and I…” Simon trailed off, looking reflexively down at his wet shorts, as if to punctuate just how unlikely it was that his dad would be OK with what happened.             Vera sighed and rubbed Simon’s back. “I know your dad can be a little rough around the edges, sweetie,” she said. “But he loves you. It probably honestly never occurred to him that you don’t love all his adventures as much as he does.”             Simon shrugged half-heartedly. He knew his dad loved him, but what kind of father would ever be OK with a son who was not only too scared to handle a zipline, but who actually peed himself?             Vera sighed again. “Come on, honey. Let’s go back to the hotel and take a break.”             Simon didn’t answer; he didn’t know what else to say, so Vera just pulled out her phone and ordered a car.
It's another story from yours truly everyone! This one a bit (well, a lot) longer. Enjoy :) Nadine arrived at the university after work, and we met up near the library to talk about stuff, like the class we were going to be doing in half an hour. We fetched some coffee at the stall outside, and then went inside, through the foyer, and upstairs to one of the comfier areas, so we could look at the things we had studied the night before. I noticed a few minutes after we sat down, however, that she seemed quite fidgety. She would subtly change position every minute or so, her brown hair swaying as she did so. I refrained from asking her about this, partly to keep the conversation flowing, partly to make sure didn't stop. She still drank her coffee like there was no trouble, unlike me, slowly sipping my mocha, because after twenty minutes she said she wanted another one! Of course, I was alerted further to her need as she and her curvy figure stood up quite gingerly, gingerly enough for me to see down her red shirt into her D cup breasts. "I kinda need to pee too, Simon." "Do you still want your coffee?" "Of course!"  "Well, we only have ten minutes until class starts, and I'm not sure if you have time to use the bathroom after we get coffee. The tables fill up quick." "Oh well. I can hold it." "For two hours?" "Yep." "Okay." We went downstairs, and thankfully there was no line at the stall so she could still get her second coffee, and fill her bladder of course. We walked into the classroom, finding most of the room occupied, but there were still a couple of seats for Nadine and I. I noticed that she crossed her legs quite tightly as she sat down, her dark blue jeans stretching slightly under the stress. "As you may or may not have seen in the Blackboard section, today we will be learning about the mechanisms that toxins and poisons employ when they harm, and sometimes kill, whoever is unlucky enough to have them in their body." This was something I was actually interested in, hence why I took the course. Learning what poisons do, and how to stop them, is a fairly useful thing to know, isn't it? To my left, however, was something altogether more interesting. You guessed it, my squirming friend Nadine. She wasn't that distracting at the start of the class, but as time wore on, she got more and more desperate. Finishing off her second coffee after just fifteen minutes didn't help, of course. "Where's the bin?" "Already?" "Yep." "Over there, at the front." "Okay." As she wandered off to discard her coffee cup, my eyes wandered off with her, her legs staying together as she walked, her black ankle boots making the slightest of sounds as she made her way to the bin. Her right knee bent into her left as she threw the cup away, and she took her time walking back, seemingly to show herself off slinking back, but really to make sure she didn't leak. As she got back, however, she immediately pulled out a one litre bottle of water from her satchel and drank about ten percent of it. "You're thirsty." "I've just drank two coffees. I need to stay hydrated." "Good point." She smiled as she said this, and then crossed her legs again, this time opposite from before. It was another hour or so, and we were in a group activity at our tables, determining what were neurotoxins, what were blood toxins, and what were other types of toxins. I seemed to be the only one of the six at the table to actually know what was what, but even my attention wasn't entirely on the activity, and seemingly, neither was Nadine's. By now, her responses to her full bladder had escalated from less-than-occasional changes in position to a constant squirming. "Maybe you shouldn't have had that second coffee," I whispered to her. "Yeah, I definitely shouldn't have." "When did you last pee, anyway?" "This morning, when I woke up. What time is it now, Simon?" "About 3:30." "It's been, like, seven and a half hours!" "And you've had two coffees, half a bottle of water..." "I had another coffee at home, and one at work, and another bottle of water, which I refilled when I arrived. And a Boost at lunch." "Damn." She proceeded to tug at her belt and, counter-intuitively, finish off the rest of her bottle of water. "Make that a full bottle of water here," I said. "Yep. And now for a third." "Wow." We eventually did our activity, and the other work that we had to do in the class, although I had to help Nadine with a bit of her stuff, with her mind wandering rather below the desk, and her right hand planted in her crotch, her body sometimes leaning forward into the table. My mind was also wandering below the desk (and to my left), as was my penis, now pointing solidly upwards. I fixed this into a less obvious position as the lecturers were telling us what we needed for next lesson, and most of the class left almost immediately after. As for Nadine and I? Well, she couldn't get her legs uncrossed quite so quickly. When she finally stood up, it was even more gingerly than last time, and she was now struggling to hide her desperation. It was now almost four, a full eight hours since she last used the toilet. As we were walking, Nadine's legs were never apart, and her hand would sometimes stray near her privates. Part of me wanted to lead her to the toilet, but the rest of me wanted to keep her away. Outside, on the way to the library, she stopped, crossing her right leg over her left, and slightly bending over. "Don't we have to print the experiment instructions out?" Nadine asked. "Oh yeah. That's for tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, it is." We walked towards the library, the computer area making up the lower floor of the library building, and when we walked in, Nadine went straight past the bathrooms and down the stairs! Inside, I was like "Olé!", and I had to resist the urge to raise my hands in celebration as if I had scored a goal. Being next to her down the stairs, her slow walk was unbelievably sexy. The way her legs stayed together and slinked forward, she somehow managed to look graceful, despite her nagging need to pee. She then put her hand on her crotch as she came off the first flight of stairs and kept it there down the second. My lust was huge, my eyes almost certainly dilated, my penis making its presence known in my jeans. Nadine had to remove her hand as we entered the computer area proper, and she put her hands in her pockets. We found a pair of computers to use, and I sat down and watched Nadine do the same. She put her hand back in her crotch, and then crossed her legs as she carefully sat down. When we got off the computers after finding the experiment papers, she did this in reverse, but I noticed as we walked to the printers her hand was still in her privates. I let her go first, ostensibly as courtesy, but really to watch her shift from leg to leg as she released the print job. When she finished, I went on to release my print job, while staring at Nadine as if I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. Scratch that. I was hypnotised by her pee dancing. I wondered why she didn't just go, but I was so happy she didn't. "We can study at my house if you want," Nadine asked, as I finished printing the instructions. "Yeah, sure. Okay," I responded, rather more excitedly than I should have, with a noticeable smile on my face. "Let me just call my mum." I called my mum for permission to stay at Nadine's house, trying, and failing, to avoid watching Nadine cross her legs, spin around, and pace back and forth in her attempts to alleviate the annoyance in her bladder. At this point, I wasn't sure what was more noticeable. Her pee dancing, or my staring. Eventually, I managed to finish my phone call, complete with approval to stay at Nadine's. I put my forms in my bag, and we put on our jackets as we walked out of the library block, Nadine seemingly not even noticing the bathrooms between the flights of stairs going down to the computers and going up to the first level of books and comfy study areas, and even stopping along the way to the bus stop to fill up one of her water bottles. While I usually took a bus at the front gate of the uni, she took a bus at a completely different stop across a foot bridge from the back of the university. While we were walking toward there, her steps were small, and her hand, now somewhat inside her jacket sleeve, was in front of her, her satchel shielding it from other people's eyes, while I checked when the next bus to her house was. As we approached the bridge, Nadine stopped again, and this time she grabbed her crotch, bent over for a bit, and started jogging on the spot, her breasts bouncing along with her oscillations. "Oh my gosh, I'm dying to pee." "I can see that." "Where's the bathroom?" "The last one I saw was in the library." "Lets look for one now." The angel and devil on my shoulder fought for my conscience. The devil won convincingly. "It's twenty to five. Shouldn't we get home before sunset?" "But my bladder's sooo full." By now Nadine had crossed her legs around her hand and was bouncing up and down in a full on pee dance, her boobs still shaking as they peeked out of her red top. "You don't want me to wet myself, do you Simon?" I gave her a face somewhere between "touché" and "actually..." "Come on, you can hold it, can't you?" "I guess. It does kinda feel nice to hold it." This time, I could feel my eyes dilating, watching her adorable face blush as she said those words, and I actively had to keep my lips together to avoid my mouth drifting open. I struggled to say "cool" as Nadine uncrossed her legs and we crossed the bridge, Nadine's hand still in her crotch. After crossing the bridge, we still had to walk a bit further, and as the other side was busier than the university, Nadine had to put her hands in her pockets, and our walking pace momentarily slowed. As she did this, I got a sudden and compelling urge to hold her hand, and i had to use my right hand to keep my left hand away from her. We got to a set of pedestrian lights, and Nadine, now starved of movement, rose her right leg up to her left for a couple of seconds, and then did the same with her left leg to her right. She repeated this until the light turned green, and we reached the bus station soon after we crossed the road. It was now five to five, so the bus station was getting quite busy, but we managed to find a seat, which was good for Nadine, as now she could grab her crotch between her crossed legs and use her satchel to hide her actions. I put my left hand down next to me, and immediately felt something warm and soft, but something was telling me to keep it there, and it felt good, so I didn't check what it was. The buses were queuing like taxis at an airport, only with a lot more people, and a lot less space. I spotted a bus that would take us where we needed, but Nadine rejected it as it stopped in front of us, saying it was too crowded and had no seats left. Another bus came up a couple of minutes later, and Nadine saw it wasn't as crowded. This time, she motioned to get up much quicker, but instead sat back down. "Simon!" "What?" "Move your hand." "Huh? Oh." As it turned out, that lovely warmth was Nadine's right hand, so I tried to move it away so we could get on the bus. As we got on, however... "Simon!" she whispered. "What now?" "You're still holding my hand!" This time, I couldn't even stammer out a coherent response, and I prised my hand off of Nadine's, this time using my right hand to hold it away. All the while, I could feel the embarrassment travelling through me, and yet I started to feel giddy, my embarrassment seemingly being mixed in with copious amounts of oxytocin. After scanning our bus cards, Nadine led me to some seats near the back of the bus. Or at least tried to. "Simon? Simon!" "Oh, hello. Did I nod off a bit?" "Yeah." This time, she actually grabbed my hand and physically led me to our seats, Nadine taking the same position as before, but now with added squirming, which I could feel through her hand, which I was totally unable to let go of. As we were talking on the bus, I started to get sleepy. I was still aroused and jittery watching this beautiful girl next to me try to keep her bladder in check, but I was becoming more docile as time wore on. I couldn't lean to my left, as I was in an aisle seat, so eventually I leant into Nadine. "Simon?" "Yeah?" I said in a rather sleepy voice. "Are you tired?" Her voice sounded kinda cute, like a babysitter. "Yeah, kinda." "Do you have to lean on me?" "I don't know. You're really comfortable though." "It's not like I'm your girlfriend, though." "Maybe we can change that." I smiled as I said that, only to quickly realise that I just said that. Oh shit. "Did I just say that?" I stutter. "Yep." Nadine gave me a cheerful yet smug smile, her cute lipsticked lips drawing me in. 'She's not angry,' I thought. 'Good.' "Yeah, er, I like you. Quite a lot. Maybe we can go out on Saturday." "Sure," she affirmed, her smile lighting up her face. "I guess you are my girlfriend now," I remarked, my confidence coming back to me. "I guess I am, Simon." Then she kissed me. On the lips. My breathing suddenly slowed, and got heavier, and my jitters came back instantly. "Please, do that again. And never stop." So she did. The pleasure as we embraced, our lips locked, our arms around each other's warm bodies, even our movement, synchronised with each other and to the pulse of our kiss, it was the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced. My eyes wavered between open and closed, alternating between Nadine's startling eyes and a pitch black sensuality. In the hot mess that was us, Nadine leant me onto the seat and continued her life-giving kiss from above. It was a long time before it ended, but I would have preferred that it didn't end at all. Nadine pushed herself up above me and we looked at each other's eyes, still breathing heavily from the embrace, her hands planted to my sides. She then sat up normally and put both hands into her crotch, but not before I got a glimpse of her nether regions, now exhibiting a tennis ball sized wet spot. Meanwhile my lips now had red lipstick smudged on them, and for some reason I quite liked having it there. It certainly contributed to my longing desire to lock lips with Nadine again. "Looks like your bladder's getting real bad, now." "Well, duh!" she exclaimed, before whispering "I think I leaked when we did that." "Shit, really?" "Yeah, look. Before I leak again." She slowly lifted her hands from her lap, now only holding with her muscles. "That's not good," I said. "You don't say." Nadine put her hands back in her crotch, and tightly crossed her legs around them, keeping them there for the rest of the bus ride. She was also getting tired, having been constantly working since nine thirty, so she leant herself onto my lap, and I kissed her on her lips. We stayed like this until we got to our stop, which wasn't good for Nadine, as she now had to walk again. Nadine kept both hands in her crotch at all times, save for scanning her card again upon leaving the bus. The walk to her house was short and uninteresting, but upon arriving at her place we had to stop on the porch so she could muster up enough control to hide her significant desperation from her parents. It was now twenty to six, easily nine and a half hours since Nadine last used the toilet, and she had consumed something like five litres of drinks. She crossed her legs around her crotch again and bent down, then removed her hands and crossed her legs again. Before entering the house, we decided to kiss again, and the euphoria came back instantly, if only for the few seconds our lips were together. I took a peek at her crotch, or what I could make of it with her legs crossed, and her wet spot was now the size of a small plate, similar to what one would eat a slice of cake from, and as we entered the house, after she had carefully uncrossed her legs of course, I could see a slightly smaller spot on her bottom. "Hi mum. Hi Dad." "Hi Nadine," her mum responded. "Ooh, we have a visitor," her dad said. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Cilessen," I said. "My name's Simon." "Hi, Simon," they both said. Nadine, obviously not wanting to wait around her parents longer, headed for the stairs, and I followed. Our walk up the stairs was slower than ever due to Nadine keeping her thighs together as much as possible, and as soon as her parents were out of sight, Nadine put both hands straight back into her crotch. "I can finally use the bathroom!" she exclaimed. "Yay," I mockingly said, limply semi-raising my arms for extra effect. When we got to the top of the stairs, she bolted straight to the bathroom door, and by bolted I mean hobbled at pace, only to find her hopes crushed as the door handle refused to turn. "Who's in there?" Nadine desperately asked as she knocked on the door while lifting one leg after the other, "I'm dying to pee!" "It's me! I'm having a bath!" a voice shouted from inside. "Come on, Sally." "Sorry." "Little sister?" I asked. "Yep, and she's gunna be in there a looong time." "Is there a downstairs bathroom?" "It's broken." "Damn." Nadine and I grabbed a towel from a closet, just in case, and headed off to her room to try to do some study, but that was essentially impossible as Nadine's bladder was too full to let her concentrate, or indeed use her hands, and I was too occupied watching her fidget and change positions on her bed and sometimes stand up to try to hold back all that pee. Eventually, we decided to just not bother trying to study and we started making out again, pulsating in time with each other, me on top of Nadine and her still tightly crossed legs, themselves around her right hand, together holding back the flood that lay inside her bladder. However, I soon noticed her start to leak again, and then she pushed me off the bed and onto the wall so as not to soil the bed, and her leaking turned into spurts of pee, becoming stronger with each pulse of our kiss, until they coalesced into a trickle. I pulled her with me until I was able to reach the towel, then I threw it down on the floor and laid Nadine below me onto it, and she finally let go. Her body became limp under me as we continued our sensual lip lock, myself making sure I didn't get any more pee on me than the spots that my jeans had already absorbed. It was a minute and a half before Nadine's release finally stopped, and at that moment our lips finally let go, and we finally started breathing again. We sat up, mainly because we couldn't stand, and upon inspection, we found Nadine's jeans, the lower part of her shirt, and the towel all completely soaked in urine, and even the floor underneath sustained damage. We sat there for ten minutes or so, staring at each other and the drenched towel, and then we heard the bathroom door open. Sally had finally finished her bath. Then we heard her walk toward our room, and I quickly threw the towel under the bed and started kissing Nadine yet again, this time to hide her drenched jeans from her sister before she opened the door. "Bathroom's - oh my god. Wow." "What?" I asked, seeing the shock in Sally's eyes at the sight of us making out. "Imma go now." "Okay. Bye." "What do we do now?" I asked Nadine. "I'm going to have a shower, she replied. "That might be a good idea." Nadine then slinked off to the bathroom, and I watched her beautiful curvy body and her soaked jeans for the short trip. Edited May 29, 2016 by Trickling Down (see edit history)
Hi everybody! It's been forever since I posted a story. I'm not quite happy with how I've ended this, but yeah. I've actually had this for over a year (can you believe??) and I just decided to re-edit and post it all now. Please let me know what you think - constructive criticism is always appreciated!  xoxo ••• NEW LIFE "Are you ready to go in, Jason?" Sixteen-year-old Jason blinked and looked up at the smiling faces of his new foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. West. They were a couple who were in their mid-forties who found comfort social action and helping children, which is how they ended up interested in being new foster parents. Jason was no more than six years old when he was placed in the foster care system and growing up, he had serious abandonment issues and separation anxiety, which was never a good combination. His biological mother and father were abusive, both physically and emotionally, and he found himself always needing company but not being able to trust people as easily, apart from his social worker, Michaela. This was why no family could keep him for long. Even at sixteen years old, it still hurt Jason more than anyone would ever know. "Jason?" Mrs. West called his attention gently, and he jumped a bit, squeezing his thighs together. He needed the loo as soon as they were on the way here, but he didn't wanna ask. He shrugged nervously, shrinking in on himself and pressing himself to his social worker.  Michaela frowned in concern and wrapped her arm around him, bringing him aside after mouthing an apology to them over Jason's head. "Come on, Jace," Michaela said quietly once they were alone. "Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? They aren't gonna hurt you, remember what we talked about yesterday?" Jason nibbled on his bottom lip and shrugged again, rubbing his thighs together discreetly. His need wasn't that bad yet, but it was still quite uncomfortable. "I-I dunno, what if they're not as nice as they seem?" "They are. We checked all their records, and they're all as clean as can be. If ever you can't handle this, you give me a call," Michaela said gently. "You call me, and I pick you up right away, just like how we practiced before, remember?" Jason nodded slowly. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I remember." "Good boy," She praised him gently, ruffling his hair. "You're being very brave right now, and I'm proud of you." "Not brave." He mumbled bitterly. A sixteen-year-old who couldn't even ask where the bathroom was without having a panic attack was far from brave.  "You are brave, sweetie. More brave than you think," she smiled sadly. "And nothing will ever make me be disappointed in you." Jason said nothing, but rubbed his eyes and nodded. "Okay. You ready now?" Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, nodding afterwards. "Yeah," "Come on." ••• Michaela took Jason back to Mr. and Mrs. West, who were still waiting patiently by the porch of their huge house. They exchanged goodbyes before Michaela kissed Jason's forehead. "Be good, okay?" She smiled. "Yeah," Jason nodded. Michaela smiled once again and gestured for the new parents to follow her, leaving Jason by the porch this time.  "Well, what do you think?" Michaela asked the couple. "He's adorable," Mrs. West replied, smiling before becoming more solemn. "But you weren't kidding... He looks almost broken." "His file is very complicated," she sighed. "Lots of stories about emotional and physical abuse from his biological parents. It's horrible." "That's not gonna stop us," Mr. West insisted. "What do we need to know?" "Jason is a really sweet kid," Michaela explained. "He grew up in a bad place though, as you know. He will not voice his needs or his wants. You need to ask him a lot of things and reassure him when he looks nervous." "Okay." Mr. West nodded. "Anything else?" "That's basically it," she said. "Just give me a call if there are any problems. I will not hesitate to help." They exchanged goodbyes, handing each other calling cards and shaking each other's hands. Michaela ruffled Jason's hair and whispered "be good," before waving and driving off. Jason was a good kid. Sure, he had issues, but he was a really good kid - and she had a really good feeling about this family. ••• As soon as Michaela's car left, Jason's need to use the toilet intensified due to his nerves and he clenched his muscles as discreetly as possible as he turned to face his foster parents. Mrs. West crouched down a bit to gently fix Jason's hair. "You ready to come in for the grand tour, Jason?" ••• The West family had a huge house. Jason found himself in the middle of a living area where he put his bags. They decided to give him a really long tour, and they weren't exaggerating! It took them fifteen minutes to show him around the first floor - and there were three! The first floor had a pristine kitchen with sleek, black, tiles, a large, white carpeted foyer with a huge television with game consoles, a beautiful dining area and an indoor pool. "My five children are all working now, but my nieces and nephews are here nearly everyday," Mrs. West smiled in amusement when Jason's jaw dropped at the beautiful vista. "That's why we keep this place as clean as possible." Jason was quiet as they showed him around the garden, his hand tugging nervously at the crotch of his jeans when he was sure no one was looking. His need to pee had grown worse real quick and that wasn't a good thing - but he would rather suffer in silence than tell them what was up. He occasionally stopped and pretended he was looking at the furniture just to concentrate on his bladder. His only hope was that the tour would be over soon - it couldn't be much longer, right? Wrong. Ten more minutes had passed, and they were only walking up to the second floor now! Jason felt a constant nudge and ache from his bladder, which was swelling against his jeans. He definitely needed to find a toilet - fast, but he couldn't tell them his need even though he wanted to. He was too shy. He squirmed as he walked, his hands nervously shoved in his pockets, one hand occasionally popping out to give himself a quick squeeze. He paid attention to the tour as much as he could, just wanting to find a bathroom. No such luck, though. Every door that might have been a bathroom was shut, out of Jason's sight. Luckily, the tour for the second floor didn't take as long as the first floor, but Jason still found himself tensing his thighs due to the steadily growing ache in his abdomen. He had to go! Biting his lip nervously, Jason gripped the front of his pants as hard as he could to ward off the incoming pressure, but it wasn't working as much as he thought it would. He closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, letting go and following his new foster parents to another room with a blue bed, a desk and a bedside table. He whined quietly and rubbed his eyes, catching the attention of Mr. West.  "Is everything alright, kid?" He asked. "This is your room for now. You can put your things up here as soon as we're done with the tour." Jason chewed the inside of his cheek nervously, just wanting to find the toilets. His need had gone from "I need to pee," to "oh god I'm gonna pee myself right now," and he rubbed his thighs together nervously. He was literally seconds away from soaking himself. "Um," Jason squeaked. "Can I-I put my bags up here n-now please?" He asked shyly. "Yeah, but they're all the way downstairs," Mr. West frowned. "Yeah! It's okay!" He said, jumping up and down. "Can I just, um, get them?" "Okay, kiddo." Mrs. West shrugged. "We'll be here. Remember the way?" Jason made a tiny noise of distress as he leaked through his underwear. "Yes!" He lied, rushing off with his legs squeezed together. "Thank you!" ••• Where the hell was he going? Jason's left hand was permanently holding his leaking crotch as he tried to find a toilet, opening doors with his other hand and not having much luck. First of all, he couldn't find the staircase going down, so how was he going to get to the front door where his bags were? He whimpered and danced in place, abdomen throbbing as he made his way through twists and turns. "Come on, come on," he mumbled to himself, sniffling loudly and getting even closer to crying when he realized he was leaking even more frequently. His hand was soaked and there are were trails running down his thighs so he stiffened up and ran down yet another hall. He was just about to turn to open a closed door when he tripped over the edge of a table and a vase shattered to the floor. He gasped out loud, tensing up and closing his eyes, crouching and hiding behind a small dresser. This was not good, breaking things meant punishments and punishments meant getting hit! "Jason?" No! He started to panic. He scrambled up against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, breathing heavily and clenching his eyes shut. He vaguely felt his pants getting hot and wet and there was fear beginning to spread all over him again. "Jason, are you okay?" He couldn't breathe and he closed his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him.  "Kid, what happened?" Jason's legs were shaking and he felt so uncomfortable. There was a puddle around him and tears were slowly leaking out of his eyes. "Jason, listen to me. Listen to me. It's okay." Don't look. "Jason? It's Mr. West. Can you open your eyes, please?" Mr. West? "Jason?" Jason shook as he slowly opened his eyes, taking a look up at the concerned couple looking down at him. "Hi, kiddo." Mr. West smiled sadly, crouching down to see him eye-to-eye. "Come stand up. We can get you cleaned up in the shower." "I w-weed myself," is all Jason replied, standing up and wrapping his arms around himself. It wasn't what he wanted to say but he couldn't think straight at all. "We know, and it's okay," Mrs. West piped up, smiling at him gently. "I'll go grab your things." Jason nodded and followed Mr. West down the hallway, already lost again. He was sniffling, his breaths hitching in an annoying manner, but he couldn't stop. "S-sorry," he whimpered as they found the bathroom, wiping his nose. "No, I'm sorry," Mr. West replied, ushering Jason inside. "I should've showed you the bathroom first. Go get yourself cleaned up, alright?" Jason nodded, biting his thumb and looking down at the ground. "D-don't know where t-to go..." He tried to explain, hiccuping greatly. "I'll wait right outside," the man reassured him. "Don't you worry." ••• Mrs. West had cleaned up the shattered glass and the mess Jason had made before bringing the young boy's bags upstairs to his room. He found a change of clothes and underwear (and an adorable tattered teddy bear) and brought them to where her husband was waiting. "Is he okay?" She asked softly when she heard the shower turn on. "I have no idea," he replied, shaking his head. "The social worker, Michaela, really wasn't kidding when she told us about how anxious he was..." "I know," she sighed. "Poor kid. We should've showed him the loo first." "Yeah, we should have. But there's nothing we can do about it now... Maybe we should just let him rest?" He suggested. "Good idea," she smiled. "We might've overwhelmed the kid. I'll go fix up his room. Stay and wait for him, okay?" ••• The kid came out of the bathroom ten minutes later with red rimmed and heavy eyes. He was tired and completely overwhelmed about his near panic attack.  Mr. West was smiling at him gently. "Maybe you should go rest first. We can continue our tour when you're feeling better." Jason nodded and fiddled with his thumbs. "S-sorry a-again, about t-the vase and for..." He stuttered, blushing a bright red. He hated how nervous he was! He had completely humiliated himself! "It's really fine," he repeated. "I know you didn't mean any harm. Don't think about it too much, kid." They continued to walk down the hall, Jason getting drowsier every step of the way. His long and tiring day full of signing papers and traveling clearly wore him down. He almost cries when he sees the comfortable sheets and crawls under them, closing his eyes almost immediately. "You did nothing wrong, okay, kiddo?" Mrs. West whispers gently as she watches her new kid curl up. "We'll be in the room right across." Jason nods, thanks them meekly and curls up under the covers. He's okay with them staying outside. He's okay with them not hitting him for having accidents or for crying. He's okay with them not being his real parents because his real parents were horrible. "I'm really sorry," he says slowly, clutching his bear tightly. "Kid," Mr. West starts again, looking at him gently. "You're going to be living with us now, okay? That means you adjust to what we believe is right. I know it's going to be hard, kid, but you're going to have to learn that accidents like this are not going to make us mad at you. Ever." Jason blinked up at him and frowned. Was he being serious? This was the first time somebody was nice to him about his accidents. "I promise you that you should never be afraid of coming to us when you need help. Also, let us know what you need. We're here to listen to you," he added. "Everything's going to be different now. We aren't here to get angry at you for things you cannot control." "Okay," Jason whispered, feeling oddly lighter now. He was still definitely wary of them but the reassurance was nice. Really nice. "Great," the man smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling up. He stood and took his wife's hand, leaving the room quietly. As Jason fell asleep, he thought about how tiring the day was, but at the same time, how strangely fulfilling it felt to know that this life was going to be new. The words 'everything's going to be different now,' echoed as he closed his eyes. It was a short phrase, but it still filled him with hope. Different was good. Different had the potential to be great, and so did his new life.
Muffet's Misfortune  Muffet, the boss of the Underground's famous Spider Bake sale, sat in her chair behind a table, waiting for customers to come by. She had been sitting for 8 hours, and she would be there for another 11. Her spider friends kept her company by keeping her updated about what was happening all around the Underground. One spider crawled onto the table holding an article. "Mettaton's new form kills at the 'finale'...or does it?" She reads out loud. "Hm. I'll catch it tonight." She smiled and picked a crumb off of a donught, handing it to the spider. "Thank you." Muffet said quietly to the spider. After a minute, she went to take a sip from her cup, but it was empty. Tea didn't keep her as hydrated, and it took longer to get. The Spider Bake Sale was run in Hotland, where the temperature always exceeded 100 degrees, so Muffet had to constantly send spiders out to get her cups of water, in return for donught crumbs. Muffet drank cup after cup of water to keep herself from overheating. She hadn't noticed at first, but all the water was filling up her bladder. After 8 hours of it, she was in pain. She grabbed herself and looked around, making sure no one was there. After a minute, she stood up and looked down at a spider. "I have to use the little spider's room." She whispered, before starting towards the bathroom. After a few seconds, Muffet heard footsteps. "AND THIS IS THE MTT BRAND SPIDER BAKE SALE!" a robotic voice yelled. 'We're not sponsored by MTT...oh, customers!' Muffet thought. She ran back to the table, causing the contents of her bladder to slosh around, putting her in more pain. She gripped herself for a second, and slowly walked back to the table. "HELLO, MUFFET!" The robotic Idol, Mettaton said. "I'M TAKING SOME FANS ON A TOUR OF HOTLAND AND MTT INDUSTRIES!" Muffet nodded, grabbing herself with a pair of arms under the table. "S..step right up for the f..finest baked goods in all of the Underground!" The spider girl stuttered. Most of the crowd walked after Mettaton to tour the bakery with the spiders, but a long line still formed in front of Muffet. "S..spider donughts! Only 18G!" She whimpered. A swarm of spiders brought over a large basket of donughts. Muffet whimpered to herself, looking at the line. 'I'll never be able to hold it this long..' She thought. Just the thought of not making it caused her to leak in her underwear. Muffet winced in pain and turned to the line, tending to the customers. Her spiderlings were the only ones to realize what was happening. They watched as Muffet's face turned redder and redder, but they were unable to help her. As she grew increasing desperate, it seemed like the line was getting longer and longer. The spiders couldn't take over the whole operation, there were too many fans.  "It smells delicious!" "Ooh, can I get another?" "Do you have anything to drink?" "MY BROTHER WILL LOVE THIS!" "I'll be back for more!" Muffet helped every customer. She was so thirsty, but she was afraid if she had any more water, she'd wet herself on the spot. She squeezed herself with another pair of arms, and leaked in her panties again. Tears began to form in her eyes. She helped the last customer, who bought two spider donughts. "OMG!! Bratty will flip when I tell her I got two of these!! Thanks!" the customer yelled. Muffet forced a smile. "Y..you're welcome..." she leaked again, and grabbed herself with all of her hands. "Is something wrong?" the customer, a purple cat named Catty asked. Muffet blushed and paused. "I...I really have to use the little spider's room..." She said quietly. Catty blushed. "Oh.. I'm so sorry! I'll, like, get out of your hair now." The cat smiled at her and ran after the rest of the group. "WAIT UP!" Muffet waited until she was sure everyone had left, and ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. As she ran, the stream slowly started, and by the time she got to the door, she was one step away from losing it. "I'm here now...everything's okay." Muffet said. She reached for the handle... "One minute! I'm almost done." Muffet began to quietly cry. "It...it hurts so much..." Muffet said to herself. As she was speaking, the dam broke, and Muffet lost control of her bladder, wetting herself. Everything that her bladder had built up exploded out of her forcefully. It took a second for the situation to set in. Muffet was so tired, it took her a second to realize what was happening. But when she did, she cried louder and whimpered as she fell to the floor, a large yellow puddle spreading underneath her. She whimpered and sighed as relief washed over her, and let out a soft moan. The liquid filled her panties and darkened her pants, but she was past the point of caring. Even though it was extremely embarrassing, Muffet moaned at the warm, wet feeling of relief. After another few minutes of peeing herself, her stream finally slowed to a halt. She sighed happily and stood up, pee dripping out of her soaked dress. Muffet was on cloud nine, then one sound shot her back down Underground; the toilet flushing. "There's...there's still someone in the bathroom!" Muffet said. If she was seen having an accident, she'd never sell another pastry again. The sink went off, and the door opened. Muffet closed her eyes, paralyzed in fear. "S..sorry, now you can...oh no..." Alphys, the Royal Scientist, walked out of the bathroom to see the spider girl tearing up in embarrassment. She looked down at her wet dress. "I'm... I'm so sorry..." Alphys said, moving closer. "P..please don't tell anyone" Muffet said, tears rolling down her cheeks. Alphys smiled at her. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul. This is just between us." She handed Muffet a tissue for her face. "Go get changed. Maybe later, I'll stop by for some donughts." Alphys said, smiling. She walked away. Muffet sat in her wet clothes for a while, looking down at her puddle. It took her a while to calm down, but when she did, she walked away from the bathroom door. "I'll clean that later." She said. She headed to her room and changed into a clean dress. "Or...maybe I won't." Muffet smiled deviously, and went back to her table. Authors Note: I'M BACK BABY! You might recognize my name from the Steven Universe: Wetting of the Gems series from back before the huge site update. Even though they were all posted by my friend ThePeeLover, I wrote almost half of them. But, more about what's happening in the future: I plan to do an entire Undertale series! That includes Toriel, Undyne, Alphys, Frisk, and maybe some more if I stop being lazy. I wrote this story during the update, when I was on a huge Muffet kick. I had no idea that I could post it here, I was waiting for the old Fiction section to come back. My friend, the glamorous ThePeeLover, decided not to let me know until around 10 minutes ago. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of my Undertale Series!
After days of preparing for the event, and hours of getting ready, Princess Amelia, who preferred to simply go by Mia, had arrived at the formal dinner that she had been invited to attend. Though it was not her sort of affair, as a princess, she was in no position to turn down such an invitation, and had to suffer through having her nails fixed , her hair properly trimmed and styled, and being stuffed into a proper dress.She stepped out of her limo, ushered in with her grandmother and their bodyguards in tow, and went through the long and boring process of greeting and being greeted by every person of importance in the room. It was as this was happening that she began to wonder if the soda she had had before getting ready was really such a good idea.She hadn't felt anything when she was being dressed, and after that, there had been such a rush, there was no time to even think about such a thing, but now that she had fallen into the monotonous pattern of greetings, the twinges in her bladder were able to make themselves known to her. It was a small discomfort at the moment, nothing she couldn't ignore, and she felt confident that if she just waited patiently through the greetings and a course or two of the meal, it would be fine for her to excuse herself and take care of the problem. And after twenty minutes of those boring greetings, she still felt fine about it. It wasn't as if she hadn't had to hold it in the past, through classes or princess lessons. She was entirely capable of waiting these things out when she had to.As the first course was served, she noticed with delight that the staff had actually remembered her vegetarian status and left her plate free of meat. Granted, that meant that her portion was significantly smaller than everyone else's, but she didn't mind much if it meant that she didn't have to find a polite way to turn the meat down.All was going so well that she could almost forget her little predicament that was becoming less and less little by the moment. She found herself fidgeting in her seat, trying to keep the slight movements as small as possible so as not to attract any unwanted attention. If she could just coast through another course or two, she was sure that there would be no problem with her getting up for a little bit.But the second course went by even slower than the first, the staff taking quite some time to clear away the original dishes, and even longer to bring the next set out. On top of that, the company present had no interested in eating hurriedly.She soon found her focus drifting from the meal, instead only being able to feel just how desperate she was becoming. It was increasing exponentially, and each passing second made it harder and harder to control. The aches coming from her bladder were painful, and she crossed her legs at the ankles to try and relieve some of the pressure. The third course came at last, and she decided as soon as the plates around her were empty, she would take her leave. All she had to do was make it to the end of this course, and everything would be okay. She squirmed whenever she thought nobody would notice, but nothing helped. Occasionally she would place a hand in her lap and press down, but the relief brought from that didn't last long at all.She started to worry that she wouldn't make it. With how tight her dress was, it left no room for any further expansion of her bladder and added so much pressure that she felt that any false movements might cause it to press too hard into her and leave her soaking wet and humiliated in front of everyone.Each passing second brought more and more agony as she tried to keep from twisting around in her chair and grabbing herself in an obvious manner. She tapped her foot, grateful for the carpet that cushioned any sound it might have made, and grit her teeth. Just a few more minutes and she would be home free. She just had to last a few more minutes of this torture. Her hand shook as she picked up a fork to finish off what was left on her plate.She watched with a scrutinizing eye as everyone else finished off their meals, and waited for what seemed like hours for the help to come around and clear the plates. Finally, she could excuse herself! “I, uh...I'll be off to the powder room,” she said, hoping that that had been the phrase she had been taught to say in such a situation. It was hard to remember with her desperation taking up so much of her focus. She wasted no time in getting up and walking off at the slow pace necessary to avoid jostling her bladder too much.Just as she made it into an empty hallway, she was doubled over, hands pressed against the skirt of her dress, though it was so thick that this hardly made a difference. Her thighs were pressed against each other as she hobbled toward the bathroom, feeling a few dribbles leak out as she did. By the time she reached the bathroom, she was sure that there was a sizable wet patch on her panties that was only going to grow if she didn't get her dress out of the way quickly.But the skirts were so billowy and heavy, that lifting them proved to be a problem, and once she had them up, she needed both hands to keep them up. She didn't have a hand left to pull down her panties. She was so dangerously close to wetting herself that if she didn't come up with a solution to this problem soon, that was exactly what would happen. And the pressure of the situation and pressure on her bladder made it impossible to actually try to formulate a good plan.When another bit leaked out, this time escaping her panties and running down her leg, she realized in a panic that she would not be able to stop the pee from coming out. Giving up, she sat down on the toilet just in time for the long, hot stream of piss to jet out, soaking through her panties completely. She sighed in relief, not even caring that she was technically wetting herself because it just felt that good.After her aching bladder was finally empty, she stood up, wondering what to do now. It seemed that she would just have to pretend like nothing had happened and hope that no one would find out. And as Mia walked back to the dinner, wet and a little uncomfortable, she realized that she really had lucked out. There was no way anyone would ever be able to tell just what had happened under her dress!
"Welcome to the Orange County sir," Mark flashed a pleasant smile at the bald, grumpy, pot-bellied customer who just walked in through the gold panelled doors of the classy restaurant. Mark glanced briefly at the man. He seemed to be in his 50's and hardly met anyone's gaze. The captain of the restaurant, an older man, ushered the customer to his table and took his order. Mark turned back to the front door and shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His poor legs had been carrying his weight around since six in the morning and now it was past eleven. They were damn sore. But that was nothing as compared to his need to pee. The last time he took a piss was at around 4.30 in the morning and now, the lower abdomen and part of his crotch ached as his bladder continued to fill up with each passing minute. Mark took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the door. The only option he had was to hold it in till at least six in the evening. That was his usual routine. Emptying his bladder to the last drop before leaving his hostel room at 4.30 in the morning. Restricting the amount of fluids he consumed throughout the day. Holding in the urine till he got back (should it ever fill up). But today, for some weird reason, his bladder was filling up faster than usual. As far as he could remember, he had kept a watch over the amount of liquids he had consumed over the night and yet he was faced with a major crisis of controlling his need to pee. Once again, he took a deep breath, tucked in his crisp white shirt into the cream coloured pants which was hugging his delicious crotch and legs. Anything to ease up the mounting pressure in his bladder! He wondered if he could ever manage to hold it all till six in the evening. But what if the manager asked him to do an extra shift? How was he going to do that?Mark was in his early twenties, towered at 6'3 and had an athletic build to boast of. He always managed to knock out the girls with his stunning good looks. He was a student of hospitality management and considered himself to be lucky to be accepted into this big hotel chain as a trainee. The manager had allotted him to train in the restaurant as a door man for the time being. His job was to graciously welcome the customers into the restaurant and usher them to their respective tables. He thanked goodness under his breath that the captain had did the last part of his job today. Would have been quite distressing to do so with an uncomfortably full bladder. Being the shy guy that he was, he restrained himself from asking anyone about where the loos were. In his one-week tenure, he tried to look for them though. During lunch hours. But walked into a broom closet instead. Right in front of other housekeeping staff. They had given him raised eyebrows and a couple of gleeful smirks. Since then, he even stopped looking. But he was lucky! All these days, he had managed to get away with a seventy percent full bladder. But today, it was close to ninety-five percent full. He sighed and glanced at his watch. What? Just 11.10? That's ridiculous! I could swear that it was 11 AM a long time ago! From the way the time was running forward, it seemed as though the entire universe had plotted against him to bust his bladder and humiliate him. After what seemed like a decade, it was finally lunch hour. He quietly slipped away to the staff canteen, picked up his food platter and sat down to eat. Pestered by the unusual tightness of his pants around his waist and crotch, he looked down and found that his stomach looked bloated. Even the fabric on his crotch jutted out as his penis went semi rigid with all the discomfort he felt in his bladder. God, I really need to pee, he thought desperately, somehow, I must find the toilets. I don't think that I can hold till evening. I already need to go so badly. He squeezed his thighs together and released them as he noticed his crotch grow stiffer. The intense need to piss was arousing and uncomfortable at the same time so he gently fanned his legs as he spooned up the lunch into his mouth. As he sat there, he could feel the tip of his cock tingle with the need for release so he rocked back and forth for a bit to get a grip on his desperation.After the pressing need to urinate eased down a bit, he rose to his feet, cleaned up at the sink and left for the restaurant. His eyes ran around as he moved, searching for any sign of the men's loo. But there was nothing that he could find other than the guest toilets. He so badly wished that he could go in there, find a urinal, unzip his pants, pull out his swollen penis and shoot a thick stream of urine into the bowl. But those belonged to the customers and neither the staff nor the trainees were allowed to use it! At half past two, he was called in for room service, just when his bladder had crossed 101% fullness. He was accompanied by another trainee, a gorgeous young woman in her late teens by the name of Jasmine. She wore a tight white blouse, a short cream coloured skirt and a silky bow-tie of the same shade. The girl was really friendly and Mark could say that she liked him, just like everyone else. Mark rolled the trolley into the elevator and waited for Jasmine to get in before jabbing at button 4. Jas pushed at 2. "We need to meet the manager before going over," she stated. The both of them bickered and giggled and this made it even harder for Mark to control himself. He shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled them as he squeezed his thighs shut. God I need to peeeee. I need to pee now! Now! He looked around frantically and shifted on his feet as he realized that he had not even taken a single piss in ten long hours even after wanting to go so badly since eleven in the morning. Three hours of utter desperation that he was even ready to whip out his cock right there in the elevator and piss hard in the corner. "I'll be right back in a minute," said Jasmine as she exited the elevator to the manager's cabin in the second floor. The door began to slide shut but Mark shot out and stopped it.To his horror, a strong jet of urine gushed out of his penis with a rushing sound. "Shit-shit-shit!" He gasped and crossed his legs, crushing his aching penis in between. His hands were still on the door, holding them apart. He trembled violently as he hunched over and strained to control his bladder. His abdominal muscles clenched tightly and shuddered as it struggled to hold in the piss that shot out for the second time. At the third squirt, he let go off one of the doors and grabbed his crotch and squeezed it shut. "Shit-no-please-no. Please don't piss. Please don't. God. Please help me to hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Shit."The door began to slide shut again and Mark's hand shot out to stop it. That was enough for the fourth squirt to show up as a wet patch on his crotch, the size of a tennis ball. He smashed his legs shut again with his hands on the door. "Stop-stop-stop," he chanted under his breath and looked up to find Jas at the door, staring at him in horror. "Are you okay?" she asked him with concern. "Jas, just... just hold this. I need to go to the bathroom.""Now?""Yes!" he complained. "But that's the problem, we need to deliver this fast. The guest had called up thrice already to check in on the order.""Shit," Mark hissed and screwed his eyes shut. Jasmine watched his predicament and felt so turned at his desperate need to use the loo. From the way he had jammed his hands into his pockets earlier, she had felt that he needed to answer nature's call. It was obvious. Moreover, in all these days, she had never seen him going to the bathroom and wondered if she'd missed his trip to the loo or whether he'd been holding it all in. She smiled with pleasure. It was indeed exciting to know that someone as hot as Mark was in such a dilemma. "If I'm not wrong, there's one on the fourth floor," she lied. "Really?" he looked up at her with hope. "Yeah," she replied. "Say what? We'll just deliver this order fast and then you can use the loo."Mark agreed so Jasmine hurried into the elevator. And as soon as she did, his hands shot back to his crotch and put in all what he's got to hold back the flood. She glanced over her shoulder and found him hunched over, his hands jammed over his desperate member. "You really needed to go, didn't you?" She asked him hopefully. "So bad," he groaned and squeezed his penis, the outline of his rigid cock now visible over the fabric of his pants. "I've never seen you going to the loo," she said. "I don't," he answered. "Why not?""I don't know where they are.""So how have you been managing all these days?" she asked him. This pee talk was getting her really aroused. She secretly hoped that he never got to find the loo and ended up urinating in his pants. "Other days weren't this bad," he said breathlessly and straightened up as the urgent need faded away for the time being. To his horror and to her secret pleasure, the elevator stopped dead in its tracks. "Shit!" he hissed. "Oh no. Now what do we do?" She pretended to be worried, but inside, she hoped that they would be stuck till he loses control."Call for help," he pleaded urgently. Jas picked up the phone in the elevator and dialled up the technician. "He says it's going to take a while," she told Mark. "How long?""Maybe an hour," she replied. "Dammit. How do I hold till then? My bladder's going to burst! Tell them to make it fast. Tell them that I need to pee.""He said to hang in there. He's trying his best to get here fast, but it may still take a while."The next couple of minutes were pure torture as Mark stomped his foot, crossed his legs, crunched his penis and so on. But it seemed that nothing was going to keep it under control. "I've got an idea," said Jasmine as she pulled off her blouse and cradled her huge, round breasts. "What're you doing?" Mark was stunned. "Helping you to hold it?" she answered and closed in. "Just put your hands here." She took his hands and placed it over her breasts before reaching out to his semi hardness. Mark hissed as her long fingers wrapped over the tightness in his crotch. She could feel his penis in her hand. "Oh my. It's as hard as a rod," she whispered gleefully. Mark simply closed his eyes and sucked the air through his teeth. "On a scale of one to ten, tell me how bad you need to go?" she asked in a seductive voice. "Fifteen," he gasped as her hand slowly slid up and down his length. "Oh my! That must be really bad. You must be so desperate. How long have you been holding?" "Since 11 in the morning," he answered with another gasp. "Four hours of desperation and almost eleven hours without a piss. Wow!" She placed a soft kiss over him and brushed her knee over his hard member. The touch of her hand over his rock hard penis was overwhelming. The desperate need to empty his over-stretched bladder and the mounting need for pleasure was incredible. "God..." he whispered."It feels like sex, doesn't it?" she bit her lip."Amazing," he breathed and hissed again as her fingers ran over the erection in his pants which was now pointing straight at her stomach. "If I give you two choices, to piss in the toilet or to fuck me, what would you do?""Fuck you," he moaned in pleasure. "So you don't need to piss anymore?""No, I do. So badly. In fact, I would have peed long back, right in the elevator. 'Cause my bladder was very full and I had lost control.""God, how did you manage to hold so much?" she played with the head of his penis which was still within his pants. A loud ZZZIIPPP resonated in the elevator as she unzipped his pants, shoved in her fingers, dug through his wet briefs and pulled out his throbbing penis. "Oh God!" He hissed. She knelt down and began to take in his length a little at a time. The tip at first. She teased his desperate member, rolling her tongue over the head and sucking the tip before watching it thrum and tremble with the equivalent need to piss and cum. Then, she progressed, sucking it deeper and harder. Mark moaned in ecstasy. It felt like his bladder would get sucked dry any minute. She had managed to suck up his urine till the tip of his penis. "Jas... no... I'll pee myself..." She pulled off and took his rock hard penis in her hands and began to slide up and down. He hissed and clenched his muscles as arousal hit its peak. With each passing second, she built up in speed, jacking off his urine filled cock while he clenched his jaw and threw his head back. He cradled the base of his penis as if he was standing at a urinal, ready to unleash the torrents of piss that was sloshing around in his aching bladder. Each second, the pleasure built to unbelievable heights till his stomach clenched and his cock shot out a thick load onto the elevator floor. "Oh God.... Oh God...." Mark panted like a dog and almost collapsed to his knees. "So feel better?" she asked after a while. "For the time being," he replied and watched her button up her blouse. "But I'm not sure for how long it's going to last." The need to piss was slowly beginning to return, sending pangs into his bladder. Past two hours, they were still stuck in the elevator. As for Mark, once again, he was desperate to use the facilities. He gave his now limp penis a quick squeeze and looked at Jasmine with a smirk. "If it weren't for you, I would have pissed my pants long back.""Well. You almost did," she winked. "I might again," he said as he leaned back, crossed his legs and stroked his hardening member. Jasmine flashed a shrewd smile and looked away. "Can you do that again?""Not unless you are really desperate.""I am," he replied. "ten out of ten.""Not enough. Make it sixteen this time." She pulled out a bottle of water and passed it to him. "That belongs to the guest!" he laughed. "I don't care. I need you to be really full," she said as she passed the second bottle. "You should be so desperate that you must almost empty yourself into your pants.""We're going to get fired for this, I swear." He opened up the bottle and slowly began to gulp down the water while he kept his eyes on her.
It has been two hours in traffic after chugging more than a liter of ice, cold water. The gridlock seemed to have no way of clearing up any time sooner and my bladder ached uncomfortably inside. I was cold and sweaty at the same time. The air conditioning was rather confusing. But one thing was really clear. I had to pee. Urgently. Like right now. The way my penis clenched and thrummed within my pants was overwhelming. All what I wanted to do to was stand in front of the urinal, unzip my pants, whip out my aching cock and piss long and hard. But that relief seemed to be light years away. After one more hour, I managed to get to my apartment building and park my car. It was one hell of a task considering how badly I needed the bathroom. I felt like I would lose control and spurt into my briefs any minute. I could barely stand straight as I locked up my car and rushed to the elevator. I couldn't hold it in any longer and I was playing with the zipper of my pants already. I just wished that Alya was home and that she would open up the door really soon. I couldn't wait any longer. The urine had managed to fight through all my efforts and find its way to the tip of my penis which was now hard and filled with piss. I rushed into the elevator and waited to reach my floor. Thank God I was alone. I shuffled uncomfortably on my feet, shifting from one leg to the other as I struggled to control my intense urge to pee. Finally i reached my floor and zipped out of the elevator and straight to my apartment door. I rang the bell and danced on the spot while kneading my crotch. My cock had gone semi hard within my pants from all the holding and the 3 hour wait. "Come on! Hurry!" I groaned and rang the bell desperately again. Finally, the door opened after what seemed like a decade and there stood Alya in a short, seductive skirt. "What took you so long?" I snapped angrily and shouldered past her to get to the bathroom as fast as I could but she pulled me back and pinned me to the wall. "What are you doing?" I asked her suspiciously. "I've just been waiting for you to get back," she said in a sexy voice and locked the door. "My hormones are really out of control today baby and I need you in me." I could feel her leg in between mine and her hand playing over my urine filled cock. "Alya..." This was something I couldn't refuse but the situation called for an urgent evacuation of my bladder. "Alya... I need to pee.""I know..." she moaned and gently massaged my crotch. Her touch intensified the need to pee and the need to be inside her. She was just dripping wet and I could see it. "I want you to hold it," she instructed calmly. "But Alya... I've been wanting to go for more than three hours...""Oh... I'm sure that you can hold it longer for me, right baby?" This time she caught hold of my zipper and pulled it down with a loud, steely zip. I felt her long fingers brush over my semi-hardness and I hissed. I couldn't make out what I needed more. To piss. Or to go in her. She went down on her knees, pulled out my thrumming penis and looked up at me with a shrewd smile. "Aw. Poor baby wants to go pee-pee?" "Alya..." I gasped as I felt her run her warm tongue over my cold dick. My need to urinate had reached new heights. And so had my need to have sex with her. I was still pinned to the wall. "Alya... I need to piss so bad..." I moaned as she sucked my dick like a straw. It almost felt as if she was trying to drink the urine out of my bladder. I gasped as she sucked faster, taking in my ever growing length to the back of her throat and out. My cock was wet and slippery with her saliva and my cum. My bladder ached to explode and my cock shuddered to go deep into her. "Ah God!" I gasped. "Alya... I love you..."I felt like I would cum and pee at the same time... any minute. So I grabbed her and raised her to the feet and planted a hot passionate kiss. We stumbled back to the table in the living room, still locked in our sensational kiss. I pinned her down to the table, my cock sticking out from my pants. "I need you baby..." she moaned and I yanked off her underwear and flung it aside. I was at the height of pleasure and desperation and didnt bother to pull off either of our clothes. With one sharp ram I was inside her wet vaginal cavity. She squealed in pain and dug her fingernails into my back. I pounded again, building up in speed and intensity by the minute. "Ahh... I love you baby..." she gasped and moaned while we continued to kiss and explore each other. I continued to pound her, the table creaking and buckling under pressure. "Alya... I love you... I want to fuck you hard..." I chanted and rammed into her. I wanted to feel like this forever. I could hold my pee forever. I could fuck her forever. Anything for her. "Fuck me hard baby!" she pleaded in a deep, seductive moan. I could feel it now. The rushing sensation of sperms. "Ah! Baby! Alya!" I moaned deeply and fucked her hard and slow as my body began to dissolve and my load shot deep into her. She held on tightly to my trembling body as I collapsed onto her sweaty one. We lay there for a while until Alya finally spoke. "We should this more often...""Yeah, we should..." I agreed. My cock was still pulsing in her vagina which continued to cave in. And with that, the need to pee returned huger than before. "Ah God. I need to go so bad," I whispered. "No..." she refused downright. "But baby... I've been wanting to go for so long.""You can go inside me," she said."But...""Either go in me or keep holding..."I smiled and kissed her as I felt my cock throb in pleasure again. But then, I felt her hand push gently against my bladder. "Alya... what're you doing...?""Helping you to go," she smiled coyly and pushed harder. At that, I felt pee squirt out of the tip of my cock in a sharp jet, right into her pussy ."Ah..." I gasped as I felt my bladder give way."You're very full..." she bit her lip and pushed at my bladder again. Another squirt and I felt her vaginal wall tighten around my cock. "Shit... I can't... I'm losing... shit... I have to go... I'm going... I'm wetting... shit shit shit... ahhhh..."A loud rushing sound could be felt and heard as I felt the gallons of piss cascade out of my bladder.
I can’t say I hate visiting my grandma, that’s not it at all. I love my grandma, but there’s just something that creeps me out about being in the middle of nowhere. How could you live in a town with no hospital, but three churches? My Grandma lives in a little town called Harper, Texas, and it’s literally in the middle of nowhere out in the hill country. Harper has one post office, one library, one gas station mini mart combo, and one traffic signal (which is really just a flashing red light that serves as a stop sign.) It’s a nice little town to visit if you’re into getting away from civilization, and I mean far far away. Like I said, nice place to visit, not a nice place to live when you’re dying. The nearest hospital is at least an hour away. Unfortunately, that was the case with my grandma, so my mom and I flew up from La to make her final moments as comfortable as possible. Her mind and her health were both failing her it seemed. The doctor said her kidneys were shutting down, but she refused dialysis. She said she wanted to die at home in peace instead of in a hospital. My mom’s the one that’s really taking care of her; I came more for emotional support for my mom while she takes care of hers. When we got here on Wednesday we were kind of shocked to see the place in disarray. How long had she been living like this? Garbage was everywhere, the sink was overflowing with dishes, clothes scattered about etc. We helped her get in her recliner as we got to work cleaning the house as best we could. While we were cleaning, she started talking about some pretty disturbing things. The conversation started off normal enough, telling us all about the church she attended and everything, and then it got. . . darker. She said there’s a demon that comes in her house at night. I shot my mom a concerned look, but she shook her head. She explained later that it was her pain medication talking and that it was just mixing with her religious beliefs. It made me feel a little better but yet… I don’t know, just something about being in the middle of nowhere I guess…                         Thursday-- Day Two So my mom and I are mostly settled in the spare bedroom now. We spent most of the day cleaning up the house some more. My grandma explained she used to have someone come in and clean for her every couple of days, but she had to let him go. Trying to start a conversation, I asked her what happened. “I caught him stealing.” She replied. Ah, I thought. That made sense. Hard to trust someone in your house when you’ve caught them stealing. I would’ve fired them too. She went on to explain it caused a riff in her relationship with the old lady that lived next door. Apparently it was her special needs adult son who had trouble finding work. Her neighbor asked her to give him another chance, but my grandma said no. One of the things I really hate about Texas, besides the ungodly temperature and humidity, is bugs. More precisely, spiders. I really hate spiders! I freak out when the little harmless garden ones get into our apartment back in La. You could imagine my reaction when I caught sight of the ones who called my grandma’s house home. My first run-in with the other house inhabitants happened while I was doing a load of laundry. While I was carrying an arm full of clothes to the washing machine, I felt something crawling on my arm. I looked and there was this humongous brown spider on me! I immediately screamed and dropped the clothes on the floor. My mom rushed in to see what the matter was and caught me jumping in place and franticly waving my arms over myself to get it off. I had her look me over at least fifty times to make sure it was gone. I was so scared I had even peed myself a little. I patted the front of my pants to make sure it hadn’t shown. When I finally calmed down and picked the clothes off the floor, something strange fell out of the pile—a large black straw. I shrugged and threw it away on my way back to grab more clothes.                                     Friday-- Day Three My mom and I were in the kitchen making breakfast together and talking. She was pretty upset, it sounds like her mom isn’t going to make it much longer. Her delusions are getting stranger, and she’s burning up. I could tell it was pretty hard on my mom, so I told her to take a seat and let me finish making breakfast. When I grabbed a stack of plates out of the cupboard, guess what was sitting on top of the plates waiting to greet me and finish what we started? My heart pounded in my chest at the side of the ugly brown thing, legs splayed out across the plate like he owned it. I dropped the plates and they smashed into several pieces. I let out a startled yell as the spider dashed towards the kitchen table, only to be met with the heel of my moms shoe. I expected my mom to be angry at me—she always thought I was a drama queen when it came to my fear of spiders. Instead she looked at me dead serious and said, “Don’t let one of those things bite you.” What did she think I was going to do? Catch one and let it walk all over me? We searched through the cupboards for its family; I was greatly displeased to find its brothers and sisters hiding amongst the pots and pans, along with a few more straws. My mom joked and said, “We should leave the squished bodies in the kitchen as a warning to the others.” I was too freaked out to laugh. I felt like I had things crawling all over me, and I could swear I saw things moving out of the corner of my eyes.  I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day, jumping as every little thing that came in contact with my skin. Even after a shower it did little to calm my growing anxiety about the place. It didn’t help that there was another brown spider hanging out in the corner of the bathroom ceiling. It wasn’t moving, but I continued to glare at it as a way of saying it wasn’t welcome. When I toweled myself off in the bathroom, I noticed a black straw sitting in the trashcan, and another in one of the drawers. My grandma must have really loved boba’s, I thought. My mom even said she had found one in her moms’ underwear drawer. It was kind of weird, I mean, yeah my grandma’s kind of messy, but not “put my trash with my underwear” messy. We chalked it up to her failing mental health. Now if I could just get her to tell me where that boba shop is cause I could really go for one right now.                                     Saturday—Day Four My grandma’s neighbor came over to meet us and ask how she was doing. It was an older lady who brought us some home made cornbread. I was ecstatic, as the cupboards here contained nothing to eat but weird health food and sugar free desserts. She had her adult special needs son with her. He must have been in his thirties. He was thin, with greasy black hair and yellowing teeth. Something about him just seemed… off, and I don’t mean because he was middle spectrum autistic. He kept staring at me, more precisely, my chest. I chalked it up to him not knowing any better, but it still really creeped me out. Janice, the nice old lady with the cornbread, asked how California was. While I was talking about life in La, her son kept interrupting me about the most bizarre off topic things like the fact that his pet tarantula was named ‘fang’ or that after mating a female black widow eats the male. Janice explained while he was in the bathroom that he had a one-track mind. At first I thought, yeah my boobs, but her answer caught me off guard. His passion was arachnids. I shuddered. My mom told them about the spider problem we’d been having, and he asked if they had a violin shape on their back. I didn’t look at them long enough to confirm, but apparently my mom did, and she already knew what they were. I guess she was trying not to freak me out by not telling me the house was infested with brown recluse spiders, but he wasted no time in disclosing the fact. He also added how poisonous they were. I lost my shit.                                     Sunday—Day Five This was really the last straw for me! My latest brown recluse sighting had me scrambling out of the bathroom with my pants still around my knees, uncaring of the urine that streamed down my legs. I had been sitting on the toilet minding my own business when I turned to find one of the brown little bastards sitting on top of the roll of toilet paper. Attacking when I was most vulnerable? Now it was personal! I told my mother this meant war, and she agreed. We called the exterminator and he promised to be there the next day. We found nine spiders that day. Neither of us slept. We could hear my grandmother screaming that the demon was back last night, but whenever we checked on her, no one and nothing was there. I’ve been taking a lot of showers since I got here, it helps get rid of the crawling sensation on my skin. I found another straw in the bathtub, but absentmindedly tossed it in the trash with the others. It was like my grandma wasn’t even trying to throw her trash away anymore. Monday—Day Six When the exterminator got here we walked him around the outside of the property as he looked for signs of spider habitation. He said he couldn’t find any. We took him inside and he saw them all hanging in the corners of the building. He said it was weird they were inside, but not outside. He shined a flashlight in one of the air vents and frowned as he looked in. He said he saw something strange and grabbed a chair to stand on. When he opened up the air vent, a black straw fell out. He picked it up and examined it. His face furrowed in confusion as he dumped the contents out. Three little spiders fell out of the straw before he flattened them with his boot. My mom and I stared at each other without a word. All the straws he had been finding around the house. Did they all contain spiders? How many had we found? Ten? Twenty? My grandma’s voice snapped us from our thoughts. “Get away from the window, demon!” We looked up to see our neighbors’ son looking at us through the window. He smiled and waved. In his right hand was an icee from the mini mart… and in that icee was a black straw.
Party Member #1: Name: Elma (last name unknown) Age: 29 Appearance: Tall, shoulder-length silver hair, olive-tone skin, blue eyes BLADE Division: Reclaimers Class: Full Metal Jaguar Party Member #2: Name: Lin Lee Koo Age: 13 Appearance: Average height, average length black hair, light skin, black eyes BLADE Division: Outfitters Class: Shield Trooper Shared Characteristics: Species: Human Gender: Female Bladder Condition: 80% and rising Elma and Lin were out in the partially-charted expanses of Primordia, the continent on the planet Mira that humanity's ark, the White Whale, had crashed onto and established their final chance for survival, the city of New Los Angeles. The planet needed exploring, to document the indigenous animals, mine for materials, and expand FrontierNav to develop an accurate map of the continent. That was why Elma and Lin were on a field assignment with the newly recovered BLADE member, Cross. He wasn't technically on a quest, he just wanted to set up a few FrontierNav probes and wanted the two for escort to stand a chance against indigens, because they were the only team he had so soon after joining. While Cross was new to the group and still building up relationships, Elma and Lin had history together. Both of them served on the White Whale's crew not in cryosleep, the limited staff for two years giving them ample time to become friends. After crashing on Mira, the two became BLADE members and they continued to interact, even in different divisions. If she wasn't busy with Skell repairs or engineer maintenance, Lin would join Elma (and usually others) on outside jobs. Even with her young age and lack of formal training, she was able to fight indigens just fine. Lucky for the team, most of the animals were just leaving them alone, so there was no reason to fight them. But of course, that didn't mean things were easy for the team, even on such a relatively easy assignment. Well, Cross was probably alright, he looked calm and collected as he sprinted in front of them, the girls tiring themselves to keep up. Lin more so than Elma, even with her lighter clothing compared to Elma's armor, she was not as physically fit as the colonel. Suddenly, Cross slid to a halt in the field, in front of a wrecked piece of large equipment. He turned back to the team, nodded, and started messing with the scrap. A man of many words. His mechanical skills were still basic, so it'd take some time to salvage anything useful, as another Reclaimer's first instinct would be. Which meant Elma and Lin had nothing to do but stand around and wait for him to finish. Neither of them looked very comfortable. Elma, being more trained, was only standing stiff, someone without a trained eye to this would never even guess there was a problem. Lin was a little more obvious, her face looking concerned while her right leg twitched and shook, her boots lightly stomping the dirt below. Lin leaned towards Elma, aiming for the ear but height differences making it impossible, and whispered. “Hey Elma...I really have to use the bathroom. I was too busy working on a Skell before we left New LA.” Suddenly, driving her point home, a wave of desperation hit. Her knees buckled, making her squat a few inches down to endure it. “Oh,” Elma whispered back. “I'm sorry. Is it bad?” “Pretty. So what do we do?” “...Hope it won't be long before we get back to New LA. It's only a probe installation, it shouldn't take that long. If you think you'll be alright?” “Not really. And we don't have a Skell to get back quickly.” Why did things have to look so hopeless for the young engineer? “...Maybe I'll be okay.” “Stay confident. We'll probably be fine if this goes well enough.” That's why Elma was a leader, she had a way of motivation, that assurance that things would be alright. It gave Lin the morale to stand straight and look a little happier. She didn't feel better, though, her bladder was certainly still hurting. It was past the point of dull aching, now it was really hurting. She'd scramble for a bathroom if there was one nearby. So, for now, she just had to suffer in silence to assure Elma there was no reason to worry. Lin was really regretting not doing something about this earlier. But she had been busy working on Skell repairs before Cross called her out, and had been doing that job nonstop, both to do as much work as possible and to spend maximum time around those sweet mecha. That dedication had come back to bite her in the ass, because absolutely nothing was allowed to be easy for humans on Mira. She may be a genius, but Lin was still 13 with all the drawbacks of youth, like small stature and every other small thing that came with it. Lin didn't know, and Elma wouldn't say, but her superior officer was in the same amount of pain, she was just way better at hiding it. She was a trained and experienced solider, holding her urine was something she had grown accustomed to. Didn't make it easy, though. Unlike Lin, her excuse to her desperation was flimsy, and really stupid in hindsight. Her armor was advanced and complex, which meant it was a pain in the ass to take off. She hadn't been particularly busy prior to Cross' invitation, but it would have been such a hassle, even if it was to pee. Honestly, she probably deserved what she was going through now for that bout of procrastination. Cross finished his investigation, looked back at his comrades, and started sprinting back in the direction of the future probe location, which meant Elma and Lin needed to follow. And right as they bolted, Lin's facial expression changed to feature way more worry and concern, pretty obviously having a few problems. Elma looked mostly okay, but there was something off about her expression, like she was nervous, like a bead of sweat would fall from her forehead. The constant, violent motion was doing absolutely no favors to either girl's bladder. Both of them could feel the sloshing and crashing, paining their stomachs with cramping and burning, that impending feeling of leaks ready to spring. Lin wanted nothing more than to start grabbing at her crotch for whatever relief it would bring, and while she wouldn't feel ashamed about it if it was just Elma, she couldn't bring herself to do it with Cross able to see her at any time. Elma, meanwhile, was too well-trained to hold openly, but she was certainly considering and desiring it. It took forever. At least, it felt like an eternity, for both Elma and Lin. But they made it, at long last. The probe location, not back to New LA, the girls would have to suffer a bit longer. Cross pulled his comm device in front of the designated placement spot, and began pressing the buttons to set the probe. Once again, all the two could do was stand around and wait for him to finish, so Elma leaned in close to Lin. “How you holding up?” “Well...that bush over there is reeeaaaaally tempting right now, I'll say that.” Elma looked outwards, and found the plant Lin was referring to. It wasn't very sizable, height only so much that at least her head would be visible if she squatted behind it. It wasn't very long either, probably just enough to cover her lower body in that same squat. Never mind that it was a bush in the middle of nowhere, with all the dangers that come with it on an unknown planet, it was a thoroughly terrible idea. Didn't mean it didn't look appealing to Elma too, as she rubbed her thighs together in response. She had to resist it, it actually looked good at this point, a tiny leak spurting into her skin-tight black underarmor, thankfully only that tiny bit. She looked at Lin, who was just as longing, and had also just lost a little pee into her panties. Not that either would ever admit that, so both were unaware of the other's stumble, and they were better off for it. It was still clear Lin was having problems, so Elma put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey...we'll get back to New LA soon. I promise.” It wasn't just for Lin's sake, she needed to hear those words too. Normally, that reassurance would be welcome, but the young Outfitter didn't have enough confidence. “Elma, Primordia is really big. It took us a really long time to get this far, it'll be just as bad getting back. I really don't think I could make it to New LA now.” Elma did not want to hear that. She needed Lin to stay strong, or she wouldn't stand much of a chance either. But she was right, this continent was huge, it would probably take too much time to get back to the city. But maybe they'd get lucky, so they had to hold on. “If you don't think you can make it back, what were you planning to do,” Elma asked, too obviously agitated. “Like I said, that bush looks nice right about now. You distract Cross for a few minutes, and I can get it done no hassle.” She seemed pretty proud of that plan. Lin just had to be willing to sacrifice modesty. Elma, despite being just fine at answering nature's call in nature, would rather wait until she either returned to civilization or could hold it no longer. But she did recognize that she was stronger than Lin, it was easier for her to focus with a fuller bladder, so she'd have less trouble keeping it in. If they got into a fight with an indigen, Lin would probably be a liability the way she was now. Maybe their good chance of not getting into conflict would continue, but it may not be safe to count on that. Or maybe Cross and an Elma with troubles of her own would be enough. These were the decisions a colonel like Elma had to make, consider everything and decide if it's worth the risk. Research into flora on Mira was in its infancy, it was unknown whether it would be dangerous to expose genitalia around anything. But there were health risks to holding too much urine for too long as well. They barely knew anything about Cross, how would he react if they dropped clothes behind a bush? But he probably wouldn't react any better if they wet those clothes. Maybe there were animals that were attracted to the scent of urine and would attack at an inconvenient time. But an accident would only make that worse, with the smell attached to the person. And even if it was improper to factor her own emotions in, Elma was embarrassed at the thought of doing her business now, but she also really wanted to. Lin was looking at her expectantly for a response, bouncing, so Elma needed a compromise. “Lin...I really need to go too. I want to get back to New LA just as bad as you, and I'm not confident I can make it either. But I also don't want to do it out here. So, let's try and make it back. If you can't make it anymore, tell me and I'll do something for both of us. Please?” Lin really had to consider that. She looked sadly between Elma and the bush she was really expecting to use. If she could have her way, she wouldn't hold this a minute longer, she just wanted to pee. But Elma really wanted her to wait, she wasn't comfortable with it and it'd be cruel to relieve herself while leaving her friend in the cold. She had to go a lot, but maybe it wasn't quite an emergency yet, though it had to be close. She sighed and looked Elma in the eyes. “Alright, I'll keep holding. But we need to get back immediately, or there's no chance.” “I know,” Elma replied. Suddenly, a high-pitched whirring rang through their heads, a sound Elma identified as a probe initialization. Without saying anything again, Cross took off at full speed, miraculously right in the direction of New LA. The girls followed as fast as they could manage in their condition. Lin in particular only made it a few meters before she continued the run with both hands on her crotch, not like Cross would see her. Even Elma realized that, and rested her right hand in the same location. Their return was making good time, especially with two team members partially incapacitated. But the journey wasn't going especially well, every couple of steps making either Elma or Lin leak a little more. Lin wasn't panicking so much with each individual splatter, there had been enough that she was used to her panties getting warm and wet. Elma was doing a better job staying dry, but with every drop, a mini alarm blared in her mind with the fear this might be the last one before she lost full control. Trapped in the full-body outfit beneath the metal armor, any trickle could only run down her thigh, spreading the discomfort. While there still was the possibility the two could just make it to a restroom, Elma was still surveying every part of the landscape they passed, just in case one of them needed the emergency stop. There were bushes, hills, ponds and lakes, large rocks, plenty of options for discretion if they needed it, at least. Even if it wasn't her limit, she still considered stopping just so she wouldn't have to put up with her throbbing bladder any longer. Lin was thinking the same thing. Without any warning, a vibration and chime came from all of their pockets, scaring both on-edge women as their muscles tensed, more urine squirting out. A few heavy breaths followed before they realized it was a notification on all their comm devices, and they all pulled them out. “Tyrant detected east of New LA,” the message read. “BLADE members are advised to be cautious, unless experienced.” Cross read over the posting more than once, checked its location data, and his own map. Both Elma and Lin could tell, he was planning to take down the Tyrant, the worst thing they could hear now. They wanted to doubt it, there's no way a new recruit would willingly go fight a Tyrant. Did he think Elma's experience would carry the team? But he turned around and started running further east. Elma and Lin gulped and ran with him, looking even more scared. Lin ran next to Elma, no longer whispering and still holding herself. “Elma. Behind that boulder. Now.” The message couldn't be more clear. Lin was about to burst, and Elma wouldn't be far behind. The boulder she was referring to, still ahead, was huge, they could both easily hide behind it with no issue. Elma still didn't want to do it, but they probably wouldn't have another chance. Just as they were passing the rock, Lin diverged from the squad, Elma following and shouting, “Sorry Cross, girl stuff! Wait there!” They didn't even stick around to know what his reaction was. By the time Elma was stopping behind the shade of the rock, Lin was already unbuckling her belt with her other hand between her thighs, ready to drop her shorts. And Elma still had so long to go before she could feel the much-needed relief, removing her armor. “Lin, please wait! I need to take my armor off first! If you start peeing, I won't be able to hold it!” Lin didn't even stop as the clasp on her belt opened, gravity pulling her baggy shorts to the ground, revealing her now-stained blue panties. “I'm sorry Elma, but I don't have any more time!” She yanked the underwear to her knees and squatted a few inches above the grass, barely yanking her shorts up enough to clear the way for her forceful, heavy, loud, steady, and golden pee stream crashing into the ground by her boots, soaking into the dirt before forming a puddle, amplifying the liquid crashing sound. Lin's mouth hung open as her eyes closed, looking to be in total bliss. “Ahh, that's way better.” Elma was not doing nearly as well. She was trying her best not to look at Lin peeing, but she couldn't ignore the sound. It was putting her own bladder in overdrive, now begging and straining to release all it contained. Her hands were tightly grabbing her crotch, her legs crossed and her hips twisting, bent over, shaking, and bouncing, her heels digging into the soil. She had to do every possible action to hold herself, or listening to Lin would make her wet herself. She couldn't even have a free hand to remove her armor, she'd have to wait until Lin released everything she could hold. Of course, she wasn't slowing. She was only 13, how long could she possibly take? And it wasn't helping that Lin was taking every single chance to make it known how much she was enjoying herself, with sighs, moans, “much better”, and “that feels good”. Elma had to grab herself harder (not easy in armor) and move more frantically to keep control. The teenage girl was peeing fine while the adult woman was potty dancing, and it wasn't even working. More leaks were escaping, making Elma's crotch wet and her thighs warm, the black and water-resistant material beneath her armor no longer enough to hide the accident she was having. Elma's bladder hurt so much, like her bladder was about to explode. She wanted to be angry at Lin for not waiting for her, but it looked like she really needed it, she was halfway to wetting herself as well. It was likely she wouldn't have made it long enough for Elma to undress, and they'd be in the same position, just reversed. Maybe Lin wetting herself would make Elma do the same and they'd both have failed. Looked like it was impossible to both of them to make it, because even holding with all her strength, Elma was losing it and Lin was somehow still peeing what felt like minutes later, though that probably wasn't the case. Her leaks were turning more into spurts, then a little tinkle, a fuller stream, and then Elma was fully wetting herself. Her own splattering sound joined Lin's as all of it ran down her legs to her feet so she could really feel the accident. Only a percentage of it was streaming out of the clothing, but it was still a lot streaming through her metal gloves straight down to the ground. Finally, Lin had nothing more to pee as her river slowed, the final drops falling into her giant foamy puddle. She had nothing to wipe with, not even any leaves, so she pulled her panties and shorts back to her waist and redid her belt. From the outside, she looked perfectly fine, just the bottoms of her boots being a little wet. She admired her work as she sighed one last time. “Phew, needed that. How about you, Elma?” She was busy with herself that whole time, she didn't notice how her friend was doing, but now she was paying attention, and Elma was having an accident. She nervously laughed. “S-sorry about that. Maybe I should have waited?” “D-don't worry about it. It looked like you were out of time, I just wasn't fortunate enough to be wearing something so easily removable.” Somehow, hunched over and wetting herself, Elma hadn't lost her composure, Lin was impressed. “I just...really needed it too.” “Looks it. What are you going to do?” “Quick dive in a pond should wash most of it out, though I'll have to have this thoroughly cleaned when we get back to the barracks.” Lin nodded, nothing more to say, as she waited for Elma to finish. Took her a while, at least just as long as Lin, but she finally stopped dripping and stood straight, allowing Lin to see the damage while Elma shook her hands dry. Her crotch was soaked and shiny, the insides of her thighs faring no better, though everything lower was hidden beneath her red armor leggings and heels. Elma saw it too, she didn't look happy about it, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed, but she shook it off and pointed her thumb back in the direction they were going before their pit stop. “Let's just hope there's a body of water on the way,” she stated in her usual military tone, though with a hint of humor. Lin smiled, and back they ran to rejoin Cross
Hello, Hello! Faust is here, and he has decided to unveil another little thread. Faust has Another Note, his Magic Adventures, and even one for when he was doing some family things....But, Faust had a thought. What if Faust wanted to write scenes, from a different person's point of view? Or, what if Faust wanted to write a one shot? Faust's others are lost to the Archives, and Faust thinks making a new thread every time he thinks up something would be rather troublesome.... Both for Faust to find, and for his readers to, in the case of them wanting to read Faust's fics, without having to spend an inordinate amount of time digging through the pages. So, Faust decided he'll make a thread for his assorted fics......That aren't Another Note, or Faust's Magic Adventures. Faust Hopes you all enjoy this fics, whether they be one shots, or turn into their own series. And, for those who are unaware, Faust has opened a thread where you can ask any of Faust's characters questions! https://omorashi.org/topic/31287-fausts-character-interview-thread/ Faust and all of his characters love answering questions, be they serious, silly, or lewd. So, if you want to ask them something, you have a thread for it! And, lastly but not least....Faust wishes you have a nice day! So, without further delay...Let the fiction begin. ================================================================================================================================================== Yuno's [First] Experimentation: The morning sun broke through the windows, stifled by heavy, dark blue curtains. Magenta eyes slowly fluttered open, as a familiar head of pink stretched up from her bed. "Mmmmmn...Yuno's glad that there's no school today." She called to herself, kicking her feet out from under her covers. "That means Yuno has plenty of time to...research, and experiment." Yuno had recently come into a very vital piece of information....A particular act of lewdity that stimulated Faust's own desires, greatly. As if on cue, the pinkette could feel a tiny pang just above her nethers. "That's right...Faust likes..." Yuno started to herself, sliding her fingers to her hips. "...Piddle.." The thought still brought a flush to her cheeks to think about. Faust, who was the most important person in her life, and had helped her through hard times.... Derived pleasure from...a social taboo, that resulted from long periods of time away from a toilet...Until one's internal waters spilled out, against their will. Yuno lightly pressed a finger to her mouth, thinking about the other night. "Yuno...held her piddle in for a long time.." she thought, lightly nipping her finger. "But...Yuno's tinkle tank was very tired after her jeans... So...." She lightly bounced her hips, as if gauging her own current need. Normally, she would have just gone straight to the bathroom and relieved herself, then start her day off on a fresh note....But... "Yuno...wonders.." She thought to herself, running her hands along the sides of her pink pajamas. Ever since she'd had her first, on-purpose accidents...her mind had wondered...pondered...'Is Yuno...going to make this a habit?' she thought softly, sliding out of her bed, and pacing past the bathroom. Her house wasn't exactly small, but having the place to herself always made it feel larger than normal. Yuno's parents were a non-issue with her living, and she spent more time hanging out with Faust, or at school, than at her own place. There was a single table, barely large enough for two plates, and a pair of stools to sit on.... And, in a corner of the room, an old table with a computer mounted atop it. A modem shared the space, along with a cheap mousepad, and a Mouse ported with a USB cable. It wasn't the most impressive piece of technology, but it could serve it's purpose. "Omo...rashi..." she typed into the address bar, letting autocomplete do it's thing. "Oh good...It looks like Yuno's registration was accepted." Her fingers danced over the keyboard, starting to type in her username quickly. 'Youknowwhoitis' It was a silly name, but her own sort of inside joke. Nobody would know it was actually her....But, she could giggle about it when she told Faust....If he was on this site as well. She let her fingers type away, setting up an introduction message to the forums, and then starting to explore. Forums begat forums of data, as she glanced over. There were plenty of...descriptions of what it felt like...Or what it would appear to be. She let  her hand dip to her pajama bottoms at this, squeezing herself slightly as she made a few polite comments here and there. She glanced up at the page 'Gallery', and paused. "Hmm..Yuno needs to wait until there are more approved posts before she can see that.." She thought, before slightly pausing. She went to scroll to her search bar, and started to type in an obvious set of key phrases. 'Girls peeing pants' She was presented with a few images of girls, and soaked garments. Her eyes looked over them, before she glanced over to the bathroom again. A small panging rang out in her bladder, but... "Yuno could..." She thought, standing up, and going over to it. "Always...try it out some more." She wasn't entirely sure how it made her feel, letting her waters flow...But, if it was for the sake of making Faust feel better, then she would try just about anything. She slowly paced into her bathroom, looking over the floor, sink, tub, and commode. She lightly bit her lip, bent at the waist, and stuck out her rump. "Mmmmnn...Yuno's been holllllllding it all day, Faust." The girl groaned out, wiggling her rump to exaggerate her need. "I..if Yuno tries to hold it anymore..She's gonna...Gonna..!" She squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a slight whimper...But, even as she did so, her garments remained dry as a bone. She let out a small whimper, trying to let herself relax....and failing. "Uuuuu...Yuno can't quite do it yet." she mused to herself, quietly. She looked down at her pristine pink pajamas, taking a small breath. "Yuno...Spent so long making sure she'd never pre-emptively empty her tinkle tank...That she can't do it in her clothes, on demand." She eyed the toilet with a serious look, thinking of what she'd done at Faust's. She'd sit down on it to relieve herself...But, she still had been nearly bursting when she got to it....So, she wasn't sure she could do it on command, in her pajamas. "Yuno thinks she needs to approach this...differently." She thought, starting out of the bathroom for a moment, feeling the slightest of whines from her bladder for ignoring the toilet after looking at it. "Yuno gave you your chance. Yuno's going to hold it now." She tensed her legs slightly, moving to her room to change into an outfit fit for going out in public. She peered over some jeans, some skirts, and even a long, ankle-length dress. She looked at it for a few moments, before shaking her head. "Yuno doesn't want to wet this willy nilly.." She thought, going for a skirt and blouse. Her fingers went over white, pink, and black undergarments..choosing a middle ground. "Yuno has a bunch of pairs of pink stripes." She mused to herself, clasping a pink-striped bra on her chest, and tugging up a pair of hip-hugging striped panties. She fastened her skirt over her waist, and tugged on a matching blue blouse. Her hands went over some thigh-high white socks, tugging them over her knees, and slipping into her shoes. "If Yuno is going to...do lewd things with her tinkle.." she uttered to herself, gathering her things. "Then...Yuno should get some more..expendable garments. Things she can dispose of....O..Or.." She blushed bright red at the thought of handing her soaked things over to Faust...and, for what he would no doubt do to them. Even when she'd turned the shower on, she could hear him the other night...And it made her tingle with delight. The thought of sometime seeing him do that kind of thing in person.... "Y..Yuno should get the clothes, before she makes these ones...wet." she mused, gathering her bag, and wallet, then starting out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A...alright..." Yuno stammered quietly, as she paced down the path home...Bags held in her hands. "Yuno...thinks she has enough now. Yuno bought three packs of panties..." Enough for her to both use as fodder for wetting, and to use in her day to day life. "Two pairs of jeans...." She remembered the other day how her jeans were positively flooded, even if she wasn't sure when she lost it. They always felt tight on her, but some of the people on the site mentioned how they could..press on her bladder. And, if she had some more pressure on it... Pang She crossed her legs over one another, the thought making her remember she avoided her morning pee. She could feel her bladder twinging a bit more forcefully, making the girl pause for a few moments. "Yuno...Also got some diuretics.." she remarked to herself. "To..make herself have to pee more...And...P..plenty of drinks.." She looked down at her bag, debating the urge to grab one of the drinks...Before shaking her head. "Y...Yuno doesn't want to pee herself just yet.." She thought out loud, feeling her bladder pang in defiance. She continued to walk towards her own home, biting her lip softly.'Though...if Yuno has to go bad enough.. she thought, closing her eyes. 'Maybe..Yuno can do it.' She wanted to soak...but, her body was too firm in it's upbringing. It wanted her to hold it, unless she was sitting on the potty. She gave a small whimper, before continuing her pace home, her mind awash with thoughts. 'Wh..what should Yuno pee first? Should Yuno just hold it in until she can't? Maybe Yuno should try peeing on the toilet again..' Every passing moment, every single thought always lead back to her bladder...And, with each passing step, every little moment...She could feel it getting bigger. Fuller.Yuno...needs to pee. she thought firmly to herself, as she came up to her building, and unlocked the door. She'd read a few entries of one being locked out of their home and wetting because of that...But, Yuno couldn't do that. "W..well..not again." Yuno whimpered to herself, remembering when the plumber had to come fix her bathroom. She'd had to hold for such a long time...An agonizing pressure.... And eventually, she just went behind her house, pulled her panties aside, and just let it....flow.'Awwuuu...It figures Yuno didn't know until AFTER that..That Faust would enjoy it.' she thought, lightly. 'It would be an ideal situation...Reason..for Yuno to...pee her panties.' Her body lightly trembled as she set her things down, her desperation mounting as she eyed her bathroom. "Yuno could...deal with her urge." she sounded, lightly tugging her skirt. "O..or..Yuno could..always....Wait a bit more." She glanced down at her skirt, and then at her spoils from the store. She glanced over the diuretics, the jeans, and.... "Yuno should..start.." she called, feeling the red come to her face. "P...P...Preparing." No matter how hard she thought about it, no matter how frequently she prepared..Yuno couldn't shake a feeling of vague shame at what she wanted to do. As she unravelled her new pack of panties, the girl couldn't quite shake the flush on her lips. "All Yuno's life..Yuno's been doing her best to hold it.." she noted, sliding off her striped panties. "An..And now...Yuno's...trying to..." She couldn't even finish the thought audibly. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt....And the stronger she could feel her bladder's need getting. She looked through the packs, deciding on a simple white cotton pair. She wriggled them up her legs, letting the material snap against her waist. "Okay...Yuno can relax now.." She mused to herself quietly, her hands dipping down to her waist to hold. "Nnn...Yuno really wants to go to the potty, Faust....Please...!" She put on the best kind of pouty expression she could muster...Though, unlike before, she could honestly feel her urges mounting. Picturing the boy telling her 'No', and making her wait a bit longer... "Uuuuu...But Yuno REALLY needs to pee.." she whimpered, slightly rubbing at her panties to try to alleviate the pressure...Before moving over to her computer chair again. She sat down in her chair, crossing one leg over another. "Yuno....should try to go in a few minutes." She could feel her bladder panging loudly, telling her computer time was later, and bathroom time was now. She sternly squeezed her legs tighter, leaning forward to look at the site. "Oh...Yuno can look at images now." She noted, seeing that her few posts earlier had been approved. She strode her mouse over the 'Gallery', eyes widening as she glanced over. Soaking after soaking...stain, after stain....Wet patch after wet patch... The girl buried her hand into her skirt at this, squeezing herself firmly as she looked over them. Every passing page of imagery feeling like the girl's shed piddle was making it's way into her bladder. Yuno bit her lip firmly, starting to wince as she crossed over to page 15. "Y..Yuno's...coming up on her limit.." she noted to herself with a tight whimper, moving onto page 16. The passing panty wetting pictures were taking their toll on her...And, with the occasional girl having pulled her panties aside to just pee...Yuno's mind was awash with vulgar imagery, and ideas. She rubbed her legs together, before bracing herself. "Yuno's..read it gets Much worse when you stand up.." she thought, tensing her muscles. "S..So..." She bent forward, gasping sharply as she felt the pressure lightly mashing her bladder...But, despite feeling her body nearly forcing a bit out, Yuno's body stubbornly denied losing it. Yuno gave a soft whimper, glancing towards her bathroom. "O..Ohh..Ohhh..Yuno should do this in the potty..." she sounded to herself, holding herself with both hands, and slowly staggering towards it. Her need had felt way worse now....And her mind was constantly peppered with that one thought.'Pee.' "Y..Yuno's...Faust, Yuno's not going to make it.." she uttered to the boy, stopping partway to her bathroom, and just quivering in place. She whimpered, writhed, and squirmed....Yet, despite her growing urge...Something just kept nagging her.'Yuno...Yuno's getting there, but...' she thought, taking one hand away, and going to her things again. She didn't want to get to her jeans just yet...but.. "Yuno just needs..a little more." She thought, pulling a bottle of water, and unscrewing the cap. "Pressure..." She raised the bottle to her lips and started to chug, feeling her bladder protesting the added liquid. Her legs quivered, and tensed with each passing gulp, feeling like she was pouring the bottle straight into her bladder. After drinking about half the bottle, she leaned over to set it on her computer desk, gripping herself with both hands again. "Uuuu...It's getting really bad." Yuno uttered to herself, starting back to her bathroom. She didn't bother with the posturing of mock desperation this time, deciding instead to just step into her bathroom, and eye the bathroom.Pang...PANG.. she felt, cupping herself slightly as she bent her knees slightly. "It's so close..." she said, feeling her bladder throb in agony. The proper thing to do would be to empty her bladder as it was, and forget the whole idea. Though.. "Yuno's been holding all morning.." She said to herself, swaying her hips subconciously as her bladder fought. "So...If Yuno's going to wet...She'd better do so now. Otherwise, all of her piddle has been for nothing." She just needed to will herself to let it flow, rather than do what she'd been doing her whole life. Her mind thought about sitting on the toilet once more to coax it out, but... "No..Yuno doesn't need it.." She said to herself, feeling her bladder pulsing. "Y..Yuno can..Can wet without that." She rocked back and forth, letting her fingers dip down to her skirt again, pressing on herself. She bent forward, and back, thinking back to all of the images she'd seen. Lots of girls wetting in classes, some of them peeing on the side of the road...Even a few that had made it to the toilet, but were still saturated with piddle. Her body tensed, trembled, and quivered...Each passing moment feeling like agony. "Nnnn..Yuno thought she would have peed by now.." She thought to herself, starting to turn away. "Maybe Yuno should take one of those Diure-" Pssh..! The girl blushed brightly, feeling a sudden warmth coating her panties. She gasped sharply, both hands burying in her skirt...That started to show a tiny, dime-sized wet spot. "O..O..Ohh no....!" Yuno quickly stammered, scampering over to the toilet instinctually, and plopping down. Little leaks gave way to a gushing torrent, and even as the warmth spread across her thighs, Yuno's face burned with shame. Not at having peed her panties, but... "Awuuu..Yuno used the potty.." She uttered, even as her skirt darkened considerably. She'd had her hands pressed against herself as it all rushed out, so it was well and proper stained....Yet.. "Nnn..." she sounded as she felt her bladder emptying, the relief bringing a flush to her face, a small moan of relief escaping. "Ohh..Yuno has held it so long...But, now she has to start all over again!" She shivered a bit as her stream tapered off, sliding her panties down off her legs. The white fabric had been considerably greyed, her warm, lewd waters still dripping off the gusset of them. "Yuno....will save these for later." She thought to herself, unclasping her skirt as well. She wiped herself off, flushed the toilet washed her hands, and strode out of the bathroom. "Yuno's going to have to shower now.." she sounded to no one, lifting up the jeans she'd bought, and looking over her panties. Reaching for a pair of pink ones this time, she quickly gathered the rest of her things for a shower, carting them into the bathroom. Hot steam quickly followed after she turned on the water, Yuno taking special care to wash every. inch. of her body thoroughly. "Nnn..Yuno'll do it better next time." She lightly chided herself, as she scrubbed down her legs. She'd hit a breaking point there, but then had gone for the toilet at the last possible second. A bit of a faux pas, giving her body that easy out... "Yuno'll have to find a place that's not near a potty.." She thought, running through her body a few more times....Before eventually finishing her shower. She shut off the water, toweled off, and started to tug on her clothes. "Mmmmnn..." she sounded as she slid up the jeans, pulling them up against her. "Oof...These are...really tight on Yuno.." She could feel the Jeans silhouetting her rump, hugging her hips firmly...and a light pressure at her midsection. She pulled on her shirt, and strode out of the bathroom, humming a bit. "Well.." she thought, glancing to the half-finished water bottle, and then the diuretics. She eyed the box warily, glancing at the instructions that told her to take one pill every so many hours...Before resolving herself. "Yuno's not sure how long this'll take.." she thought, popping one pill into her mouth...and then a second one right after. "But..This should speed her piddle along." She downed the rest of her water, setting the bottle down as she went to browse the site a bit more. She moved through a few more pages of imagery, crossing her legs before she'd even given it much thought. There were images of the girls bent over a desk....Some with their rumps stuck out, hammering on a bathroom door.....A few who used things other than a toilet to contain their piddle...And some who merely gushed down their legs, standing up as it cascaded like a waterfall. "There's a lot of ways to go about this.." She thought, before flushing at one in particular. A girl had squatted down outside, the image showing her...naughty parts silouetted under her soaking panties. Though she'd seen many images with the girl's parts..exceptionally focused on, this one stood out... Because the girl was standing right behind a building. The girl's own body quivered in memory, thinking about..the time again.'W..what do you mean 'A few hours?'' "I'm sorry Miss Gasai, but it's going to take quite a time to fix this. You won't be able to use your water until we get it all sorted out." "B..but.." "But what..?" Her face burned brightly in shame, thinking on how embarrassing it had been. Thankfully, it had been a female plumber, and Faust seemed clueless to her growing, gnawing urge throughout the day. She'd spent the whole day wandering, pacing, and exploring the mall with him...Coming home to find the woman still tinkering away. She couldn't handle her urge anymore, and... The girl lightly bit her lip, glancing outside her back door. "Maybe.." She thought out loud, wincing as she stood up. "Nnnn..Maybe if Yuno goes back to that spot.." She started over to her backdoor, her body trembling a bit more than she expected to be, relative to the time from when she'd last drank. Her hand quivered as she held it out to the door, twisting the knob. She paused for a few moments, dipping her hands down to squeeze at herself again. A few steps out, and she could feel the thoughts flooding back to her. 'Uuuu..Uuuuuu...Yuno can't hold it..' She'd never meant it more than in that moment, having had to squat down and just...go. Her fingers had barely managed to pull her panties out of the way, but she had felt more than a passing amount of warmth against them as she did. Almost as soon as she had finished, the woman came to her with the news she was done.....Making Yuno angrier than she'd ever been in her life. "It was..right here.." she thought, glancing down at the foliage under her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, lightly shaking as she whimpered. "Yuno just..K..knelt down..and.." She started to bend at the knees, lowering her hips to the ground like she had back then...Psssh..! "A..Aaahhh!!" Yuno whimpered, feeling more than a little spurt escaping. Her body had taken the cue when she squatted, and no matter how much she tried to stagger to her feet, she couldn't find the strength to stop. Rivulets of navy blue darkened considerably, as Yuno let out a whimpering wail. "Y..Yuno caaaaan't..!" Her clear stream let out a strangling hiss, the girl shuddering and panting as her body completely tipped her tinkle tank, warmth spreading from her hips, all down her inner thighs..and even creeping up her butt. She whimpered softly, her face flushed compeltely crimson as she succumbed. "U..Uuuu...Uuu..Yuno's peed.." she softly uttered, her fingers running over her jeans. "Yuno..was just remembering...and...And..." She wanted to cry...She wanted to wail...and she wanted to never think of it again....But... 'Yuno feels....So...Good!' the girl thought as her stream finally tapered off, slowly struggling to her feet. "Mmmmnnn...Yuno's completely soaked....Her panties are drenched...Her socks are flooded....and her legs are completely saturated." She ran her fingers over the wet patch, giving a soft, mewling whimper. "A..and Yuno's.." She added, running her hands along her backside. "R..Rump is so warm...and wet.." She felt a burning need inside of her, one that couldn't be contained by any mere toilet....Though, there was something she had to do first. "Phone...Phone.." the girl gasped, looking around. "Yuno needs her phone.." She pawed around the room in a flustered rush, eventually finding the device sitting on her kitchen table. She grabbed the phone and flipped it open, fingers trembling in desire. "O..Ohhh..Ohhhh.." Yuno gasped to herself, bending over the counter as she fumbled with her phone. "Gotta...get the right...Angle.." She made sure to arch her back, holding the phone out as best she could to snap a picture of herself.'Click....Click...Click.' She shuddered at what she was doing, quickly turning around to look at her pictures. She deleted two of them that hadn't quite been centered...but the third one... "A..and now.." she called, sliding her fingers down to unbutton her jeans. Immediately, she felt her body's strain laxxing a bit...And she wiggled down her jeans to her thighs...Her panties positively saturated. "T..the front.." She struggled to keep her quivering legs under control, aiming for the perfect shot as she let her camera fly...Snapshot after snapshot filling her Album....before she felt a spurt of warmth. "A..Ahhh..!!" She groaned softly, before pulling the phone back, and looking over the phone. Picture after picture, image after image.... She kept tossing out the troublesome ones, gasping softly when she saw one of the last ones.... "O..Ohhh..Yuno's...waters..." she whimpered, crossing one leg over another. "Yuno...got a picture as they were...flowing a bit.." A vulgar smile crossed her face, as she marked it in her phone, along with the previous one. She scrolled through her relatively short address book, and then... "Sending...Now." She mused, watching the symbol on her phone transitioning...before giving her the all clear. Another moan escaped her lips, as she put a hand on her mouth to stifle it. "O..Ohhh...Ohhh..Now Yuno Really needs that shower." she called to herself, starting into her bathroom without any mind to clean clothes....The warmth filling her body before she could even step into the shower. "Mmmm....Mmmmmmnnn...! Yuno.." She sounded, peeling her panties off as she started into the shower. "Yuno....Thinks she might have..some fun with this kind of thing." (Yuno's [First] Experimentation, End.)
Faust is on a roll lately, it seems! For, thanks to the myriad of questions Faust and his characters have been answering...Faust has been inspired lately. And, as such..Faust has another fic for you all, so soon! Faust has Jeffery Mewtamer to thank for this idea, having asked a question to Yuno/Faust about catgirl Maid Yuno....And, well..it's grown into this! Faust apologizes if it's not everyone's proverbial cup of tea, but Faust hopes those that like this kind of thing can enjoy it. ^_^ This story has a touch of pet-play in it...So, if that's something you do not like, Faust would advise you to read something else. And, last little bit of note.... This fic isn't fitting into the regular canon. So, don't worry about it too much. ^^ Faust just wants you to be able to enjoy it for what it is. A lewd, little story. [Fic 2: A Puuuurrrrfectly good afternoon] "And...with that, I attack you for the win." Faust's voice called triumphantly, leaning back in his chair. "Ohhh no..." a familiar pinkette called, in mock anguish. "Yuno has been..defeated...!" "G..Good job, Faust." the petite silverette called, bowing her head. "You really pulled through in the end." "Ah Hell, He only won, cause you all ganged up on me." a much more brash, older voice called. "If you didn't, I'd have wrecked his sorry butt." "Sorry Penny, but you were the common enemy." Faust remarked, waving a hand. "So, me, Youmu, and Yuno had to take you out first." "Suuuure." the supernatural hunter mused, letting out a small scoff. "Well, s'not too big a problem. A deal's a deal. I'm a woman of my word, after all." "Good to hear." Faust remarked, with a sly smile. "So, as per the terms of our arrangement...." "Faust gets to do whatever he wants." Yuno piped in, with an equally pleased grin. "To Yuno, Konpaku, and Penny. For the rest...of the day." "A..anything..?" Youmu stammered slightly, flushing deeply. "W..wait...I thought.." "A-Yup." Penny remarked, with a twirl of her finger. "If you'd have let me take him down, you wouldn't be under command of his likely hormonal mind. Hope ya like being subject to his naughty.." "I already have my idea in mind." Faust remarked, starting up from his chair. "Well, I suppose we're right fucked now." Penny replied, with a wave of her hand. There was a bright flush, coupled with a squeak from the others. "W..wait, is it too late to back ou-" "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't abuse my power THAT much." Faust remarked, opening a closet door. "No, no...My desire is a relatively simple one." "Oh?" Penny's voice called with a raised eyebrow, glancing. "What's the trouble then? What are you subjecting us to?" "Oh, it's simple, really." Faust mused, pulling out several outfits, and a few headbands, with some pointed ears. "I've never had any Pets....And, I've always wanted to have some maids." "Ohhhh..." Penny mused, stepping up from her seat. "So, you want us to be your personal cat-maids?" "More or less." Faust mused, with a grin. "Doing as I say, and all that...For the rest of the day." A finger lightly bopped Faust's nose, the woman moving to grab one of the outfits. "Till midnight tonight." she assured, starting into a room. "We'll do almost anything you command...Until then." "Ah..But it's already 6." Faust remarked, the girl snapping around. "That's..hardly any.." "Fine." the woman called, holding up her fingers. "You get three commands. Absolute. But, after those 3 are up, we're allowed to decide whether or not we want to submit to your desires." "....Fair enough." Faust remarked, turning as the other two came to his side. While Yuno was more than eager to take her outfit, Youmu was..much more reserved. "P..promise you won't be too...vulgar." Youmu whispered, the boy pausing..and giving a small smile. "I'll...try to keep it tame." Faust quietly assured, the girl nervously taking her allocated garments. Faust leaned against the wall of his building, deciding to not push his luck to watch them change. Yuno was fine with the idea, but Penny seemed ready to sock him, and Youmu... He had a bit of trouble being a bit stern with her. "Faust, Yuno's finished!" the pinkette called, stepping out after a few minutes. A perfectly form fitting maid dress covered her body, white stockings trailing up to the ends of her knees, and bright pink cat ears topped her long hair. "How does Yuno look~?" "Marvelous." Faust complimented, the girl beaming. "H..how about me?" Youmu's voice called out soon after, stepping out. Her outfit held to her nicely as well, the same stockings coming up to her thighs compared to Yuno's....and Silver ears matched her hair. "You're a very cute kitty too." Faust assured, prompting a blush from the girl. "Alright, alright." Penny's voice called, stepping out with a maid dress as well, red ears topping her head. "I put on the outfit. Now make your commands, 'Master.'" "Penny, you.." Faust started, the girl flipping her dress in the back. "What? You never said I couldn't wear my pants underneath the dress." she remarked, wiggling. "You can consider me a tomcat, if it makes you feel any better. Unless you want to use one of those commands, of course.." "No..No, it's fine." Faust replied, keeping up a cool expression. "I've already oot my three commands in mind, so I can't be wasting one making you take off your pants." "Alright then." Penny replied, waving her hand. "Then lay em on us, Lover-boy." "Okay." Faust called, taking a deep breath...and putting on a stern, confident grin. "Command 1. You are both my maids, and cats. So, you have to make a meowing sound in every sentence...Or, I get to give your rump a sharp smack." "Lewd." Yuno mused with a small flush, the boy striding over and Smacking her bottom. "Nyaaaaa..!!!" "Command 2...I can't have my Maid-pets suffering from dehydration." Faust called, showing a bit of concern...even as his smile just screamed ulterior motives. "So, when I tell you to drink, You have to do it. Understand?" "U..understood....Nya." Youmu lightly whimpered, already crossing her legs a bit. The idea of having to drink consistently made her nervous...But when Faust held up the third finger, she quickly straightened herself up to appear proper. "And Command 3." Faust remarked, the mask of seriousness giving way to barely contained lechery. "As you are my pets, you are my maids. And my maids have to have some semblance of Dignity. So, none of you are allowed to pee....Unless I give you permission. Otherwise, I can punish you." "Ohhh..You cheeky punk." Penny snapped, putting the pieces together. A firm Suh-Mack against her bottom provoked barely a shift from her, as she stuck her rump out. "Thank myew, may I have another?" "I have a feeling that'll be something that happens often today." Faust quipped, watching Penny stick her tongue out at him. "Maayyybe, Nya." the supernatural hunter mused, starting around the house. "So, what do myew want us to do?" "Yes, Myaster." Yuno purred, leaning over to lightly nuzzle her. "What do you want us to do, nyaaa~?" "Well, for starters..." Faust remarked, clearly enjoying the attention. "You're all looking rather thirsty, after such a long game. So...Drink." "O..o..okay." Youmu's voice squeaked out softly, the boy's hand raising up...and lightly bopping her rump. "E..Eep..! I..I myean...Okay, Myaaaster." Glasses of water were summarily filled and passed around, all three of the girls downing them obediently. Faust could already see the growing desperation on Youmu's face, giving a guilty smile. "Alright...Now.." Faust remarked, gesturing a bit. "I think we could do with getting some..work done, my pet-maids." "Sounds purrrfect." Yuno mused, twirling a bit as she started around. "Yuno will get myaaaster's laundry." "I'll Wyaaash the dishes." Penny quickly claimed, grinning at her younger sister. "Th..Then.." Youmu started, trying to think. "I'll...I mean..Myaaa-I will...Umm.." "You could sit on the couch.." Faust started, raising a hand. "And let me..work on some stress relief, via petting my...pet." Youmu flushed bright red at the comment, but weakly nodded, starting over. "O..okay." Youmu stammered, flinching as she realized she hadn't mewled in a way...but, watched as the boy waved his hand. "Crawl." Faust remarked, lightly. "My pet." Youmu blushed brightly, before getting down on her hands and knees. She swayed her hips a bit in light need, as she slowly crawled over to the couch. Climbing up onto it, she tried to curl up on the couch. "Good Kitty." Faust remarked, patting the girl's head with a few rubs. Youmu's face burned bright crimson at the gesture, but she lightly purred, laying her head on the boy's shoulder to relax for a bit. A short time later though, she wasn't able to relax any more. She squirmed against the boy, softly biting her lip as her body's urges mounted. No matter how hard she tried to keep still, her body refused to comply....And as the minutes passed, she eventually couldn't handle it. "Ma..Myaster.." she whimpered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "P..Please....I ne-..Myeed to pee really bad." "Oh really..?" Faust sounded, trying to keep a neutral face...Before it shifted into a sly grin. "Well..Kitties can't use a toilet..Those are for people." "B..But..Please.!" Youmu begged, feeling a hand smack against her rump a bit harder. "E..Eeep..! Nyaa..! B..But...I R..rrreeaaa-wey need to.." "Hmm..I have an idea." Faust remarked, moving over to the kitchen. "Pet-Penny." "Myyesss?" The girl called, her hands wiping a cloth over a plate. "Whatcha need, myaaaa-ster?" "I require a tupperware container." Faust stated, a vulgar grin on his face. "A big one." "Ohhh, you are a naughty one." Penny called, peering over the wall. She didn't flinch as his hand smacked her rump, merely passing him the requested dish. "Myyyind if I watch, Myaster?" "If you drink again." Faust bargained, the Supernatural hunter grinning. Faust watched her tilt her head under the sink, turn the faucet, and guzzle a swell of water that gushed from it. He could hear her gulping repeatedly, taking in far more than he expected her to...before she shut the sink off, and straightened up. "That enough, Myaster?" she called with an equally vulgar grin, Faust's eyes matching hers. "Dangerous of you.." he mused. "You know, there's still 5 more hours until midnight." "I can manage, love." the Supernatural hunter assured, nudging him. "Now..Let's go enjoy the show." Faust went to raise his hand to smack her bottom, but refrained for a change. He instead started over to the silverette, an adopted naughty grin on his face. "M..Myes..?" Youmu sounded, squeezing an eye shut. "C..Can Nya-I go pee, Master?" "Yes, you can." Faust started, before holding out the tupperware container. "But, since cats can't use the toilet..you'll have to go in the box." "W..Wha.." Youmu stammered, blushing bright red. "N..Nyo...Nyo, I couldn't..! Th.there's no way..!" A sharp smack from the red haired girl made the girl squeak, cupping her bottom. "Well, it's that or you can soak yourself." Faust replied coldly. "But, you know what happens if you pee without my permission." The silverette crossed her legs over one another, whimpering and shuddering as she squeezed herself. She bit her lip, rocking back in forth, as her eyes glanced towards the box, and then to Faust. "I..." She started, straightening her back to get her rump out of Penny's range. "I myean...I'll use the box, Ma...Myaster.." "Good answer." Faust remarked, setting the large Tupperware container on the floor. "Sadly, I don't have any litter..So, you'll need to be careful you don't flood it, pet." "N..nya.." Youmu whimpered, starting to slide her hands under her maid dress, and sliding her panties down. Pure white lace could be seen at her knees, as she positioned herself over the tupperware container. "Don't myiss." Penny teased, the girl blushing bright red. "H..H..Hush.." She snapped back reflexively, letting out a loud squeak as Faust's hand smacked her rump. "Command one." Faust reminded her, with a lewd grin. However, the girl didn't turn around to face him...a loud Psssssssshing noise starting to ring out instead. A clear, gushing stream sputtered out from under the girl's dress, quickly flowing into the container. The girl let out a tiny whimper as she emptied her petite bladder, both Penny and Faust watching as the container slowly filled up. Just before it could over flow, the girl's stream petered off. "U..Uuuu..." Youmu whimpered, her face bright red. "I...My-I'm done...Myaster.." she weakly whimpered, the boy shivering a bit. "S..So you are." he addressed, averting his gaze a bit. "G..Good kitty." "Nyaaaa..." the girl lightly sounded, curling up again in shame. Before she could get too comfortable though, Penny slid over. "Oh wow, that's a My-ew record." Penny mused, letting out a small whistle. "Your piddle pot my-ust be getting bigger." "D..d-yon't tease my-ee.." Youmu whimpered, sliding her panties back up her legs as Penny lifted it up. "Better wash this Ny-out." Penny remarked, snapping to work again. "Otherwise, kitty might not get her chance to piddle again tonight." She stuck out her rump for the sharp smack, keeping her grip on the tupperware firmly. Faust was amazed at her ability to remain proper and composed...But, another voice suddenly called out to him, demanding his focus. "Myyaaaaster! Ny-uuuno nyeeds your help!" Yuno's voice called from the laundry room, prompting him to leave the two in the living room alone. "What is it, my pet?" he called, the pinkette wiggling her rump. "My-Ew know what it is." she mewled, before suddenly pouncing on the boy, wiggling against his body. "Kitty wants to playyy." Faust's hand smacked the girl's rump at this, prompting the girl to let out a similar squeak. "I suppose I could play a bit with my pet." He addressed, with a smile. "But, Yuno'll have to drink some more if he does. Can't have her getting dehydrated." "Rrrrrrrrrrre-ight!" Yuno purred, getting off of the boy, and striding towards the kitchen. Picking up a glass from Penny's cleaning, she filled it up to the brim, and chugged it all in a rush. "Mmmm...Do myew think that's enough?" Faust watched her stand confidently, before replying with a coy grin. "One more should do it." He called, the girl obeying his recommendation immediately. Penny adopted a similar grin, as Yuno chugged down the glass. "Mmm...Myew-No must be thirsty." Penny mused, the pinkette turning to face her. "Very." Yuno replied back, feeling Penny's hand smack against her rump. She let out a small squeak, before striding back into the living room. "So, myaster..What do myew want to play with Yuno?" "Oh, nothing strenuous." Faust called, going back to his closet to pull out something else. What looked like a small fishing pole, with a string hanging from, tied to a cloth fish. "Just a bit of..light exercise." He lightly tugged on the cat toy, making the fish bounce and swing about. Yuno knelt down on the ground at this, raising her hands up to swat at it. "Myaaa..." She mused, swinging it to and fro. "Myaaa..Meww.." Faust then started to tug it farther away from her, making the girl sway to keep swatting at it. He kept jerking the fish out of range at the last moment, getting her to keep her moving about the room. He was having more than a little fun forcing the girl to chase after it, watching her wiggle her rump every so often prior to a pounce. He could feel time slipping away from them as he eventually laxxed his grip, letting the girl pounce on the fish proper for a finish. "Mmm..Good kitty." He remarked, sliding a hand over to pet at the girl's head. "You caught the fish!" "Myaaa~~~" Yuno purred, lightly bouncing it between her hands. "Does Yuno get a reward, Myaster?" "Hmmm...She has been good..." Faust started, before seeing the red haired girl striding over to them with a pair of glasses. "Mmm..How about some catnip-tea?" Penny mused, with a small grin. "Cats love their Nip, Rrrriight?" A smack to the girl's rump went unnoticed, as Yuno took the glass. "Is...it safe?" She asked, getting a smack of her own..and responding with a wiggle. "It's Fyiine." Penny assured, with a smirk. "It'll only induce a myiiild diuretic effect in you. Nothing harmful." "Oh..My-okay." Yuno replied, taking the glass and analyzing it for a few moments. She raised the drink to her lips, and started to drink it down obediently. "Mmmm..Good kitties.." Faust called, watching the two drink down their tea. He moved to lean back into his couch, the girls pacing around slightly as their drinks were polished off. While Youmu wasn't looking him in the eyes currently, the pinkette eventually started to wiggle her hips a bit more frequently, her hands dipping down. "Nyaa...Yuno Has to peeeee." she pleaded, moving over to him. "Myaster...Where can Myew-No...Wee?" Faust blushed every so slightly, before grinning. "Well, pets can't use the toilet..." he started, before grinning. "But...I think Yuno's an outside kitty." "Mmm..Myew-No isss." She lightly mewled, immediately picking up on what he had intended. "It IS getting late..So, Myew-no doesn't worry about being..seen." Faust grinned, moving over to the door and turning the knob...But then, holding up a hand. "All fours." he stated before the girl could take a step, watching her comply almost immediately..with a wince.'It must be baaad. he thought with a vulgar smile, the pinkette swinging her hips widely as she moved over to the door. "Myaaa...Myew-no wants out." she plea-d, prompting Faust to push open the door. As he did though, the girl suddenly froze up...a flush creeping to her cheeks. "A..Ahhh..Myaaaa..!" the girl whimpered, scampering out the door as best she could. Before Faust could say anything to the contrary, he could hear a fierce,, gushing torrent starting to splish spliiiiiish on out....Noticing a wet trail following the girl's path out. "Oh my...." Faust called, in a flush. "Yuno's...Looks like kitty started weeing a bit soon.." "Myaaa.." Yuno sounded in shame, lifting her skirt in the back to show darkening, saturating panties. "Yu..Myew-No started leaking suddenly..! And..and now.." He could see the flood pouring out between her legs, pooling under her. White stockings greyed in moments, and the black fabric of the maid outfit showed several noticeable wet patches. "Ryeeee-ight." Penny mused, with a giggle. "Sorry, but I forgot to tell myew....Catnip can also relax your muscles a bit suddenly..and make myew leak before you're ready." "Nnnnnn.." the girl sounded, turning back at Faust with a slight flush. "Myew-No's sorry, Myassster." "It's fine, my pet." Faust assured, patting her head. "You'll just need to...leave those clothes for me to wash later." "Mrrrrrr.." Yuno purred, rubbing her head against Faust's hand. "Myew-no can live with that." As Faust started back into the room with the girl though, he could see the silverette kneeling down over the tupperware container again. He gave a small smirk, before starting to quietly...creep..over... "U..uuuuu.." Youmu's voice lightly squeaked, hands sliding up her skirt...and suddenly being gripped. "A..Ahhh?!" "And just what do you think you're doing, pet?" Faust mused, gripping her hands and thighs firmly. "I....My..Myai.." Youmu stammered, before a sharp PSH could be heard. "A..Ahhh..!!! F..Faust..! I..I can't..!" "Go." Faust whispered softly into the girl's ear, hearing a strangled hissing that had very little to do with an angry cat. Rivulets of clear piddle flowed down the girl's legs, saturating her thighs...and trickling down. Less than half of her bladder's contents made it into the container this time, the splish-psh-splasing of her release spraying every which way thanks to it's lace barrier. The girl shuddered, and quivered in his grip...before starting to slump back into him, her maid-outfit now soaked around the waist, and thighs. "O..Ohhh..Ohhh..I'm sorry.." Youmu apologized, face flushed deep once more. "I...All over the costume.." "S'fine." Faust assured, rubbing the girl's shoulders for a bit. "I'll wash em..." The girl's body seemed to almost buckle under the weight of her relase, gently laying her head back. Though, with her out of the way, and Yuno's own accident having just occurred...Faust had one more target. "Sooo...How's all that water treating you, Penny?" Faust called, striding over to the last, and most formidable pet of his. "Feeling fine still?" "Purrrrrfect." Penny taunted, swaying her hips. "Only have an hour more to go, and I'm free from your tyrranical command, Myassster." "Mmm..Well, can't have that." Faust remarked, before making a gesture with his finger. "Drink, Pet." "Mmm..Sure." the girl answered, sticking her rump out for the smack as she helped herself to another glass. She didn't budge from the impact, merely chugging her drink down defiantly. "So..What nyext?" "I think you need another drink." Faust added, a smile tugging it's way to his lips. "And another......and another.....And another." Glass after glass...chug after chug...The more she drank down, the more Faust could see her body tensing up. Even if she put on a brave front, even he could see the rivulets of her control slowly popping. Time was running out in both meanings of the word, the Supernatural hunter's need growing, as his time diminished. "And..that should be enough." Faust called as she finished off her sixth drink, the time glowing almost ominously on the kitchen.11:40 PM "S..So..Nyow what?" Penny asked, doing her best to keep her legs together. Faust grinned lightly, twirling his hand. "Nothing." Faust called, innocently. "You're to do..nothing, for the next twenty minutes. Then, it'll be midnight.." "And, I can go to the bathroom." Penny stated firmly, the boy grinning as he circled around. "It must be bad.." Faust started, before Suh-MACKING her ass sharply. Rather than shrug it off, or pretending it didn't happen, Penny's legs buckled a bit, wincing. "O..Ohhh..M-myew have Ny-o idea.." she called, dipping her hands to her dress. As she did though, the boy tugged them away. "I said you do Nothing." Faust remarked, with a smirk. "And I mean, Nothing. No squeezing, bouncing, crossing your legs.." "I..I don't have to listen to th..Thyaaaaat." the girl called, tugging her arms back to her waist. "Well, if you can't hold it.." Faust taunted back, the girl flinching..and placing her hands at her sides. "Twenty myyyyinutes." Penny stated in a stern tone, doing her best to hold still. "My..Myaaa-I can handle that.." Faust grinned at this, gesturing for the other two to join her..watching Penny's admirable last stand. Five minutes had passed.....Penny's legs lightly shifted. Ten minutes had passed....She bent at the knees, and bit her lip... Fifteen had passed...And she scrunched her eyes shut. She dared to not say anything, unconciously sticking her rump out, as she bent over. "Five more minutes." Faust told the girl, who gave what sounded like a small growl. "Nnnnghh.." Penny sounded, her hands still at her side. "My...Myyy...Myaa-I'm going to get myew back for this.." "Sure you will." Faust replied coyly, making a soft hissing noise. "Four more minutes..." Penny groaned at this, her fists clenching at her sides...But, unable to allocate energy to hitting the boy. "Three more myeee-inutes." the pinkette mewled, suddenly turning on the sink full blast. Penny winced, quivering in place as the room was filled with the sounds of gushing, rushing water. "N..Nnnnghh.." "Two Myore.." Youmu's voice called, grasping one of the glasses, and holding it under the faucet. Water quickly filled it, and overflowed...Splashing about every which way. Penny was reduced to shuddering, strained gasps...Fighting back her need admirably, as the time ticked down. "One more minute." Faust remarked, sliding around the girl once again, drinking in the sight. She was quivering..trembling...shuddering....And positively writhing under that dress. He wanted to smack her rump..He wanted to mash her bladder...he wanted to do something to push her over the edge...And yet.. "Three...Two...One.." Yuno counted down, before the clock finally shifted. 12:00 AM Almost immediately, the crimson haired hunter DASHED through the building, her hands gripping at the ends of the maid dress. It took everything the group had to catch up to her, seeing the door to the bathroom flung wide open, and the desperate hunter having yanked up the dress. "Shit..Shit shit shit.." Penny's voice uttered, hands fumbling with the pants she'd worn under it. Even as she fumbled to undo the button, Faust could see it.. The growing...spreading...creeping wet patch, trailing along her legs. Strangled hissing could be heard filling the bathroom, as Penny's bladder finally had enough of her attempts at holding. Fingers futilely gripped the zipper, tugging on it over..and over..and over again, it jamming at the worst possible time. "Ohhhh..Look at that, pets." Faust called, in a teasing voice. "Looks like Penny's..peeing herself." The Supernatural hunter let out a loud, pained groan...Before starting to sag over the toilet, strangled hissing giving way to vicious gushing. The fabric of her pants darkened considerably, clear streams cascading off her bottom, and the backs of her legs. Drips gave way to guzzles, and the powerful, pronounced hunter, was nothing more than a gorgeously gushing girl. The lewd waters started to pool at her feet, dwarfing the other girl's puddles combined. "O..Oh Hell..." Penny groaned softly, as the group walked into the bathroom. "And that's why I didn't make you take off those pants." Faust taunted, having been waiting for this since the girl had addressed her decision. "If you had been wearing just the dress and underwear, you might have been able to make it out dry." "Ohhhhh..." Penny groaned, turning back. "Maybe..." "But now, you're all wet." Faust teased, starting to stick his own tongue out. "So..-" His teasing was interrupted mid-sentence, by the hunter suddenly backing up into him. Penny mashed her warm, soaked-pants covered rump into his hips, digging in slightly. "Annnnnd.." Penny mused, grinding her rump for a few more moments, and then pulled away. "Now You're all wet, lover boy. Fair's fair." Faust's firm facade had finally cracked, the boy blushing bright red...As the girl waved her hand. "We should do this again sometime." she called back with a coy grin, not unlike what he'd been wearing most of the day. "Next time, don't expect me to go easy on you." "R..Right.." [Purrrfectly good afternoon: End]
Faust apologizes that he vanishes for long periods of time....But, Faust just has a lot of things going on in his life at the moment..and he's a bit distracted. However, Faust does come bearing some good news for fans..... A new fic, that was lightly brought on by the release of that new app that Faust is sure you've heard about...Pokemon Go! And while Faust doesn't have any characters that are quite of that race..Faust does have a small little story involving said app. Remember: Always be safe if you play it, and keep track of your surroundings. And in this summer heat, stay hydrated. Faust hopes you all enjoy! Pokemon [Gotta] Go! "Allllright! So, I'm sure you're all wondering what I've gathered you here for, today.." A familiar, devious voice called. "As always, Penny." Faust quipped back, having learned how this kind of thing went. "What brings us out here, in the middle of a Park..on a Sunday? I'm not really looking for a tan.." "Ah, don't be like that, Faust." Yuno's voice mused, sliding over to him. "Let's at least see what Penny has to offer, before griping too much." "Thank you, Miss Gasai!" the crimson haired girl snapped back, doing an exaggerated bow towards the two...as she nudged the girl at her side. "Youmu, care to help me with the explanation?" "A..Ah? Sis..!" the girl snapped, gently nudging her back..before moving forward. "Well..I'm sure you've all heard about that latest App that came out.." "Ah...You mean the pokemon one?" Faust addressed, idly scratching the side of his head. "I've heard about it, but my phone.." "Gotcha covered!" Penny quickly interjected, suddenly brandishing four sparkling new devices. "I turned em on before I caught you all...Annnd, I've done you the liberty of downloading the app." "Ah...Isn't that kind of pricey?" Faust remarked with an uneasy glance, the girl shoving one of them into his hands. "Shut up, and Accept my goodwill, you two." Penny stated, giving them zero leeway on the matter. "So, the idea is this: We're all going to start fresh..From the beginning. Level 1, no bonuses, none of that. And, we're going to go hunting for pokemon around this area...and whoever has the highest CP at the end of the day wins!" "Uhh..CP?" "Combat Points, of course." Penny quipped, waving one of the phones as the screen changed..showing a message. 'Always make sure you're aware of your surroundings while playing.' "Now, as soon as I give the signal, everybody can start!" "And...I'm guessing this is a team effort?" Faust added, gesturing at Youmu. "Since, you've had her at your side, and Yuno at mine?" "Ah, of course." Penny added, smirking. "Me and Youmu, versus you and Yuno. Winners get the usual prize: Bossing around the losers until midnight." "And..our contest will end..?" "When the sun goes down, of course." Penny stated matter-of-factly, holding up her phone. "Which, since it's about 5 or so now..Means, we got about 4 hours or so. Any questions?" "Ummm..Yuno has one." the pinkette called, raising her hand as if it was a classroom. "Hm? What is it, Gasai?" Penny called, making a mock gesture of pushing up her glasses. "What's a....'Pokemon'?" ......... "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" "Ahh..! Wh..why are you both surprised?" Yuno squeaked, lightly flushing. "You mean you...You don't know.." Youmu started... "What a...You've never PLAYED?!" Penny finished, both of them looking wide-eyed. "Yu...Yuno hasn't. Is it...that odd?" The pinkette replied, suddenly looking very meek. "It's not, Yuno." Faust assured, the voice of reason in the growing madness. "Your parents were just..kind of tough like that." "Tch, no kidding." Penny muttered, before patting Faust's shoulder. "Good luck with her! Lemme know how it goes at 9! Toodles!" "H..Hey!" the boy called back, as Penny started off in a rush...Youmu giving a small bow. "Good luck, Faust." she called sweetly, before joining her sister...leaving him alone with the pinkette. "Yuno's...Not that odd..is she?" the girl responded meekly, averting her eyes from Faust in a sort of shame. "Nah...Yuno's fine." Faust assured again, patting her shoulder. "C'mon, Lemme give you a Crash course..." The idea was simple enough. They were basically monsters with special powers....That you captured with some small ball-shaped devices, and could store in your pocket. Pocket monsters, or 'Pokemon' for short. The app they were using basically was the idea of one of the games, but in the real world, based on some GPS devices in the phones, and the like. It was a recent..somewhat buggy one..But, that was beside the point... "Yuno sees.." the girl called, glancing over her phone as they paced around...being greeted by a figure on the screen that gave her some more info...and her first pokemon. She glanced over the three, a small lizard with fire on it's tail, a small dinosaur on all fours with a bulb on it's back....and... "Yuno will take...the tiny turtle." She called out, Faust peering over to look at her phone.   "Ahh..Squirtle." He mused, holding out his own phone to show the lizard. "I picked Charmander myself. He's a fire type." "Ohh..! So, would Yuno's be good against it?" the girl piped up, prompting a small chuckle from the boy. "Yeah, but it looks like there's no battling on this..yet." Faust replied, giving a small wave. "So...I don't gotta worry about Yuno beating me up in Pokemon." "Hehehe..Yuno can only think of one kind of beating she'd do with Faust." the girl mused in a hushed whisper, as their phones buzzed. "Oh..! Yuno sees something on the screen!" "Ah...Pidgey." the boy called, tapping at it. "If you tap it, you should go into a battle with it..and can toss a ball at it." "Yuno sees, Yuno sees.." the girl remarked with a small nod, starting to flick her finger on the screen. "Yuno will catch this..Pidgey, and it will become hers!" "That's the spirit." Faust encouraged, having caught the bird with a few soft rattles....followed by a 'Ding'. "Ahh..and catching gives us experience..To level up.." "Yuno saw that too!" the pinkette replied, starting to wander a bit away. "Oooh! Yuno found another! It looks like a purple mouse!" "Ahhh..Ratata." Faust remarked, getting the mark on his phone. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of them.." =================================================================================================================================6:00 PM "Okay! So..Yuno has caught a dozen Pidgeys, and five Ratatas!" the girl called, triumphantly. "Yuno is feeling pretty confident about her abilities!" "Hah...Yuno's been pretty lucky." Faust added, having barely half that. "Phew..this sun is killing me.." "Annnd, that's why I prepared!" a voice called out, as the red haired girl seemingly came out of nowhere, dropping a bottle of water into his hands. "Penelope never forgets a detail! Which, in this case.." "Means she brought some drinks, and such for us." Youmu finished, taking a sip from a bottle of water herself. "So, how are you two doing?" "I've got a 90 somethin Ratata." Faust remarked lightly, the pinkette moving over. "Yuno has a 155 Pidgey!" the girl called, with a smile. "Yuno's been catching lots!" "Ahhh, I see." Penny called, passing the girl a bottle. "Well, not to discourage you..Buuut, I just managed to pick up a 214 Pidgeotto, before catching you two." "T..Two fourteen?" Faust remarked nervously. "Pidge...ott..o?" Yuno replied with a headtilt, the girl spinning her phone around. "That..looks like pidgey." "Oh, it's the second stage." Penny mused, with a chuckle. "Pidgey evolves into that. You can evolve on the screen if you get enough candy." "Candy..?" Yuno replied, glancing back at her phone. "Yuno thought it was just..all catching." "Well, kinda." Youmu interjected, lightly pressing her fingers together. "See, you catch pokemon to get some stardust, and candy...which you can use to power up your pokemon...And, evolve them..In some cases. You get some for catching, and transfering them to the professor." "Didn't Faust tell you about that?" Penny replied with a small jab, the boy swatting her hand away. "Hey, I've never played this app." Faust called defensively. "I'm used to the regular games..." "Well, you can probably evolve your pidgey.." Penny mused, grinning. "But, by the time you get enough to bring it up to pidgeot, I'll just catch a stronger one to evolve." "A..Ah.." Yuno stated, glancing at her phone with a small, tensed frown. "Yuno..sees. And..Yuno presumes getting more pokemon leads to finding stronger ones?" "Yep!" The red head called, with a grin. "So, even if you amp it up now...You'll find pokemon later that are stronger than it..more than likely. So, you gotta put it off, as long as possible...Kind of like.." "Sis, No.." "Kind of like how you have to cross your legs and hold it as long as you can.." Penny teased, watching Faust's eyes glance to the side."So that when you finally let it all out..It'll feel Soooooooooo much better." "Sis..." Youmu remarked, flushing and glancing to the side as well, as Yuno held her hand up again. "Yes, Miss Gasai?" "Where...is the bathroom around here, come to think of it?" Yuno asked, lightly tensing her legs. "J..just in case Yuno needs to.." "Nope." "N..Nope?" "Nope!" Penny stated again, grinning. "There's not one around this area. You'll have to hold it in, like a big girl. Can't let anyone see you peeing out in the open, now can we?" "Ohhh..You're evil." Yuno remarked with a stern glare, the red head chuckling again. "Nooooo....No I'm not." the girl called, with a small glint in her eyes. "At least, not yet. Not until this contest is over... It's only three hours, then we'll head home." "Penny, wai-" "Toodles!" the red head called, leading her sister along as they went around again...Yuno moving over to Faust. "Yuno wants to win this, really bad Faust." the girl stated, firmly. "Ah..? I mean, sure, but.." "As in, Yuno will do anything for Faust, if we win." The pinkette called, leaning in with a whisper. "Anything." A small pat to his front...And Faust rocketed up from his spot. "Well, let's get started then!" The boy called, looking nothing like the lounging, defeated lad he was a few moments ago. "There's gotta be a few dozen more pidgeys, or Ratatas for us to get!" A short distance away, Penny chuckled, glancing at the small bottle she'd held in her hands. "Are those..Diuretics?" Youmu's voice piped up, the girl pausing with a turn. "Umm...Yes." the red head called, with a mock innocent grin. "But, I totally-haven't-used them or anything yet." "Sis, are you cheating?!" Youmu called indignantly, the red head waving her hand. "Ohhh, Nonono." Penny called, firmly. "I'm not cheating. I just..wanted to make sure that they could really..feel the tension in the air that this kind of thing should have." "So, you spiked their drinks with diuretics?" "Nooooo..No no. Not Faust's." the girl called, with an innocent whistle. "I figure having to chase around, and watch Pinky will be more than enough tension for him to worry about." "And..You didn't spike mine....Right?" "................." "You're adorable when you're making that face, sis." the red head called, with a devious grin. ========================================================================================================================================7:00 PM "Alright! So..We've bumped up from a bunch of pidgeys and Ratatas...To now some Eevees, and bugs!" Faust stated, looking far more invigorated. "My highest is only 255, but I'm sure if I used up my candy.." "Yuno is g..glad." the pinkette called, lightly shifting on her feet. "Yuno's..just broke 360...B..but.." "Ah...? Yes..?" Faust called, moving back to the pinkette's side. "Are you...okay, Yuno?" The girl shook her head lightly, bouncing in place as she stood. "Yuno...has to pee, Faust." the girl admitted, with a blush. "Her...tinkle tank is warning her..." Faust blushed just as deep as she did...But then moved over, and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Yuno wants to win this, doesn't she?" the boy called, hearing the girl's soft whimpers...as she meekly nodded. "Y..Yes..She does.." she uttered, as the boy leaned in close. "Then..Yuno has to hold it." the boy called, tersely. "Yuno can keep it in for a little longer..right?" The pinkette shivered at this, crossing her legs over one another...before nodding. "Yuno...Yuno will." she panted, one hand holding up her phone. "Yuno will...Wait longer. She can wait..a bit more...to pee." "Good." Faust stated, with a small smile. "Yuno will hold it in, until it's time." "M...Mmmmm." the pinkette called, giving Faust a lustful smile, before starting along. "There are...lots more pokemon for us to..To catch." "Right...Yuno." ======================================================================================================================================== 7:30PM "Y...Y..You suck, sister." Youmu's voice stammered out, bouncing on both feet, as she held herself openly. "H..how could you..take us to a park..without bathrooms....And...And SPIKE my drink?!" "Well, I thought it'd be fun." Penny mused, with a grin. "And..there were bathrooms here. I just..had them taken care of." There was a small bound of rubble where they had been...looking like something had crushed them. A Favor the Red head called in, turning back with a grin. "You really suck, sister." the girl called, glancing around. "N..now what am I supposed to do?! I could barely hold it through to begin with.." "Well, you could just pee right here." the red haired girl called, with a grin. "I'm sure we're far out enough that.." A small bit of rustling from her clothes could be heard, Youmu starting to squat down. "Only one or two girls from our school would see you." "A..Ah?!" Youmu squeaked, starting to pull her panties back up, and tumbling back onto her rump. A small thump...and a soft psssssssh could be heard. "Ahahaha..I'm just messing with ya, Sis." Penny mused, turning around to see the silverette in a growing puddle in the grass. "Ohhh...Whoopsies. It happened again." "You REALLY suck, sister." Youmu snapped with a bright flush, starting to sag a bit as she continued to empty her waters, too far gone to stop...and more than a little cross at her sister's antics. "Ahahaha..I didn't think you'd actually fall for it again." Penny mused, pulling out a bag. "Don't worry, I made sure to pack extra clothes at least. Just in case." "Hmmpth...Doesn't make up for it." Youmu snapped back, taking the bag and looking for a secluded spot. "I hope they beat us." "Heheheh. Sure, sure sister. Keep saying that." ======================================================================================================================================== 8:00PM "F..Faust..." the pinkette whimpered, her pace grinding to a halt. "Yuno...Yuno can't...She can't hold it any more....She has to.." "Hm? Pee?" Faust uttered, watching the girl positively writhe at the word. "But we've only got an hour left. Surely, Yuno can.." "Yuno CAN'T!" the girl cried out, stamping a foot down. "Yuno's...Yuno's at her limit....Yuno's gonna....Gonna.." "Yuno.." Faust's voice called, prompting the girl to look up...As he pressed her against a tree. "Calm. Down." Yuno's face went bright red, her body trembling..and quivering..as the boy held her there...Moments passing slowly.....Her legs crossing in pure agony. "F...Fauuuuust.." she whimpered, as he pressed her against it more...Her bladder pulsing...throbbing dully under her waistband...demanding release. "Hold. It." Faust replied tersely, his fingers gently running over her. "You can keep it together...Just a little longer...." "Y..Y..yes..." Yuno stammered, now panting softly as her hand moved to press at herself..Faust gently pushing it aside. "Catch one more.." the boy commanded, sternly. "Catch one more pokemon...And then, you're allowed to pee. Understood, Yuno?" "Y..Yes Faust..." she answered, the boy letting her go. "Yuno...Yuno will hold it...Long enough to catch...Catch one more pokemon.." "Good." Faust remarked, backing up. "Just one more...and you can pee. Then, we'll go meet up with Penny and Youmu to figure out who won." "Y...Yes.." the girl uttered, still panting softly as her hand moved back to her skirt...squeezing, and rubbing softly. "Just...Just one more pokemon..and...and Yuno will..Yuno can.." Faust smirked lightly as the girl hobbled around..One hand buried in her skirt, and one holding up her phone. She had wanted him to be sterner with her since finding out about his..tastes, but he didn't expect her to be as..receptive as she was. He could see her hips quivering, her rump swaying from side to side...and her pace shortening every so many feet. He took a small, calming breath, before moving up next to the girl. "Find anything?" He called with a slight smirk, the girl shaking her head. "N..No.." She called, quietly. "Yuno..Yuno's been walking around..B...but..she can't.." "She can't find anything?" Faust remarked, the girl squeezing her legs together tightly. "Yuno's....Yuno has to pee so bad, she can't focus!" the girl quickly stammered, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, Faust. Please let Yuno pee, and then.." "No." Faust responded coldly, folding his arms. "I said one more pokemon...and I meant it. You will hold out for one more, or else." The girl flinched at this, squeezing herself tighter...as her breathing picked up. "B..But I..but I.." she whimpered, prompting the boy to bring his hand down on her rump, lightly smacking it. "No buts." Faust called, watching the girl blush deeply...And nod firmly. "You'll do as said...Or you'll be punished. Understood?" "Y..Yes Faust.." the girl uttered again, her other hand lightly raising to her mouth to bite on a finger. The girl panted through her nose, feeling her bladder positively PULSE in agony...but kept walking...staggered, short steps ekeing their way around the park. Every which way they went, there were more pokemon.. But every time, Yuno's quivering hand made aiming the ball impossible...always veering one way or another. She kept flicking it as best she could...legs crossing over one another, and hands grips growing tighter and tighter..as her body rapidly approached it's limit. "Come on.." Faust called sternly, gripping the girl's arm. "We've got to get back to the meeting place. It's time soon.." "B..But Yuno hasn't.." the pinkette called, Quivering in the boy's grip. "You'll have to hold it, then." Faust added, prompting a loud, needy whine from the girl. "And hope that either we won..Or, that Penny lets you go." They had spent a long time there, but the contest was near it's end...And, though Faust was enjoying the show... He hadn't had a lot of luck with the pokemon. A small sigh could be heard from the boy as they paced back....and awaited their fate. ========================================================================================================================================8:55PM "Soooooo! It's just about that time!" Penny's voice called out with a grin, watching as the pinkette and green haired boy approached...Grinning as she saw the former writhing in untold agony. "I hope that you both brought some impeeressive pokemon for me!" Yuno shook wildly at the term, biting her lip and panting...Rubbing between her skirt between squeezes in raw desperation. "We did what we could." Faust called, starting to hand his phone over. "So...I take it we're starting the judging?" "Sure, whatever." Penny mused, picking up the phone. "Ahhh...a 312. Faust, you're really falling behind. I hope you weren't..distracted." "Sh..shut up." Faust called with an averted gaze. "Now, I'll show mine..." Penny mused, with a flip of her phone. "A 515 Pidgeot! Not the best one, but far better than.." "A..Ah..! Yu..Yuno got one!" Yuno's voice called, still trembling wildly as she turned her phone to Faust. "C.Can..Can Yuno go pee now, Faust? Yuno's going to burst..!" "Ah Ah Ah.." Penny tut-tutted, grinning. "Not until you surrender your phone..with your highest Combat Point Poke." "A..Ah..Yuno S..Se.." the pinkette called, starting to hand it, before flinching. "E..Erm...C..can Yuno..Real quick.." "No potty breaks, Gasai." Penny stated firmly. "Not until the phone is.." "Ah..N..no.." the girl called, her legs crossing over. "Yuno wants to...do something with her pokemon..re..real quick.." "Eh? Ah..sure." Penny mused. "Sis, whatchew got?" "Erm...It's not much." Youmu called, before spinning her phone around...A praying mantis, whose forelegs were shaped like swords. "This Scyther. It's a 438." "Nice, nice." Penny mused, grinning. "Still better than Faust's. Now Miss Gasai If you....Er, speaking of..what are you.." "Yu..Yuno is...Evolving her pokemon.." the girl called, as she bent over with one hand buried under her skirt. "B..before she...She.." Faust had to fight hard to not look at the exposed garments under her skirt....Glancing at the phone instead as a small brown mammal was engulfed in a shroud of light....shifting into a blue-skinned version...with a mermaid's tail, and a blue color. "Ah...Ooooh.." Faust called, lightly. "A Vaporeon...and it's stats.." "A..ah..?" Yuno winced, as Penny took the phone from her shaking hands....Now moving to squeeze at herself. "No freakin' way.." the red head called incredulously...Looking it over. "You...It's.." "650...." the silver haired girl called over her shoulder, adopting a small grin. "Looks like...We lose, sis." "Noooooooooooo!!!" the red haired huntress exclaimed. "But..I..How..?!" "Yu..Yuno..Yuno.." the girl whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Yuno..found an Eevee...right next to you. And...catching it gave her enough candy to....To.." "You cheeky.." the red haired girl started, before sighing. "Well, a loss is a loss. Yuno, you can go pee, and then we'll.." 'Splish...' "A..Ah..? Yuno..?" "Y..Yuno..Yuno's.." the pinkette's voice started, barely above a whisper...a small puddle forming between her legs. "Yuno's...pe...Pee...Pee.." Faust couldn't tear his eyes away this time, as white material suddenly began to grey...Rivulets of Yuno's personal waters starting to sputter....splash....and then, Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuush down her legs in a hurried rush..starting to cascade down her inner thighs in a raging torrent. Faust's face went bright red as the girl's held waters finally hit the point of no return, having lasted for an admirable amount of time....But, finally hitting the endgame. The white material nearly turned transparent to show her creamy skin beneath her garments, as the small waterfall continued to coast down her legs...Yuno barely able to muster as much as a whimper as it all spilled out...Victorious...But also... "Yuno...Ohhhnn..Yuno's..." the girl whimpered, panting as she started to lean back. "Ohhhnnn..Yuno's...all wet now...But.." "We won.." Faust called, assuring the girl as he held her..The girl giving him a coy, vulgar grin. "Yes...We did." she mused, leaning up to kiss along his jawline...Before glancing up. "So...That means Yuno gets to decide what we do with you." the pinkette mused, with a grin. "If I may interject.." The crimson haired huntress called, with a coy grin. "Faust clearly didn't try at all...And, as the one with the highest total...we could make it so that only you win...And you get to boss us around." "Ah..?" "Yuno...sees." the pinkette mused, suddenly flashing a much more sinister, vulgar grin. "And...Faust did make you hold it until you peed yourself, Gasai." Penny called, with a grin. "Yuno could..want revenge on him for that." "Erm, but didn't you.." "Silence, sister.." Penny called quickly, gesturing. "So...Yuno can decide...So long as there are no objections." "Ah..But I.." Faust started, as the pinkette mashed her soaked rump into the boy, grinning. "Yuno thinks that's a wonderful idea." she interrupted, bumping into Faust again and again. "Yuno just need to decide..what to do.." "B..but I.." "No butts, Faust." the pinkette mused, bumping into him again with a vulgar, devious grin. "Yuno decides what happens now." ============================================================================================================================== Pokemon [Gotta] Go: End Author's Note: Ah, Hello! Thank you for reading Faust's fic! As a small aside, Faust was just wondering if people would be curious on going through with the ending part... More specifically, If people would want to see Yuno bossing around the others, for winning the contest. If so, Faust would like to see what kind of things that people would be interested in seeing Yuno do, with complete command of Faust, Youmu, and Penny. Whether it be something tame, something simple...or something..naughty. Faust is open to ideas, and thanks again for Reading Faust's fics!
[Faust apologizes for being a bit distracted with other things...mostly his interactive. Though, he had a surge of inspiration..a small touch of energy...and, since he has this thread...Well..] [This story is in a similar setting to Shin Megami Tensei IV, but there are more than a few changes......] [AuthorNote: This story is more story, and less lewdity than normal] [Faust's Mikado Adventures...?] "Hey..." "Nnnngh.." "C'mon man...Any other day you wanna sleep in is fine...But not today." "Mmmgh.." "Seriously! I Will leave you behind if you don't get up." "Nnn.....Alright...Alright..I'm up. I'm up. Don't leave me here." It was quite a sight, really. Two males had been laying side by side amidst the mid-summers day, passing a pristine lake...and looking onto a beautiful, if somewhat crowded city...With a massive castle in the center of it all. One of them with a large, if bushy brown ponytail...And the other, long loose hair of emerald....Both wearing rather...ragged, brown clothes. "The Eastern Kingdom of Mikado... Looks pretty amazing, doesn't it Faust?" The green haired boy didn't say anything, lightly nodding at his brown haired friend as they paced. He had never seen a place so....impressive. People wandered to and fro...Chatter, and the smells of fresh baked food filled the air....And, as Faust glanced around...his eyes rested on his friend once more. "Hard to believe it's finally time, yeah? Time for the Gauntlet Rite." the other man called, grinning. "From our small little village, all the way to here... And when we're chosen as Samurai, we'll get to live here. Isn't that amazing, Faust?" "Issachar, I know that we've been training for a long time, but maybe dial back the enthusiasm?" his friend called...having a somber look. "I mean, what if we don't become Samurai? Then we'll spend the rest of our lives on the farm plowing fields, and harvesting crops." "Ahahaha. Not that you'd know anything about plowing any fields, yeah?" his fri"end replied, nudging him. "I see you making eyes at the bakery girl. You know that Samurai are lady-killers right?" "Well, if I have to kill women, I don't think I want that job.." "Smartass." Issachar replied, gesturing. "Anyways...it should be at the center of town, right? I mean where else are they going to..." Whumpf.... Issachar had bumped into a taller figure at this, a rather marvelous looking woman of black hair, with garments of flowing purple....And an almost otherworldly shimmer to her. "Oh, I'm sorry Mi.." "Hmmpth. You should watch where you're going, Casualry." the woman sneered at the two, raising her nose and pacing in the opposite direction of the two. There was a sizable pause....as Faust scoffed. "Nice to know the Luxxors attitude was not exaggerated." he quipped quietly....as his friend patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Once we're Samurai, we'll be considered on the level of them....finally." "Tch....Title or not, people aren't going to change.." Faust snapped back, as the two wandered the area...Looking, wandering...pacing throughout the kingdom. Streetside peddlers, tanners, and children littered the streets as the two paced along....Looking around for something.... "You'd think they'd hold the Rite somewhere that'd be easy to find.." Issachar stated quietly, as Faust sighed. "We're lost. We always get lost." Faust deadpanned. "We're lost, and we're never going to find it.." "Um...are you two here for the Gauntlet Rite?" The two turned at this to see an unfamiliar woman, donned in fine garments of blue...A pristine white dress went down over her knees, and a blade rested at her side. Magenta eyes held a sort of calming air about them, as the two looked...Pink hair dangled down in a pair of small twintails, fastened by some small bands of elastic. "Yeah, but we have no idea where it's being held." Issachar responded quickly, giving a small grin. "Are you a Samurai? Do you know the way?" "Yes, I am." she called, giving the two a practiced, proper bow. "My name is Yuno. I was chosen for the Rite recently myself......Did you two come from far?" "Ah, it's about a two day trip. One, if we really move." Issachar responded, nudging Faust. "If this lazy bum wasn't holding me back, I'd have probably been there by now. Isn't that right, Faust?" "H..Hey, don't call me lazy..." Faust responded back, a touch of pink coming to his face....As the girl chuckled. "Eheheh. It's nice to know that we have such colorful characters performing the rite." she responded, gesturing. "C'mon, I'll show you two the way." "Th..that's appreciated.." the green haired boy added, as Issachar nudged him...The two letting the girl take the lead in front of him. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Issachar mused under his breath to the boy, who's mouth refused to part, as the boy grinned. "You know, if we become Samurai, that means we'll be working alongside her. I'm sure that comes with a few perks, if you know what I mean.." Faust had never wanted to be a Samurai more in his life....But, he kept silent the whole way, enduring Issachar's prodding and teasing...as the girl gestured towards a sizable crowd. "Here we are. Just join the crowd over there, and they'll get you all set up." the pinkette called, with a smile. "Just give it your best, and hope for the best." "We will." Issachar called, waving. "When you see us again, we'll all be Samurai!" The girl responded with a mere chuckle, and started off at this...Pacing a bit aways. Faust glanced back at Issachar, and then at the crowd. "Are there really this many people applying to become a Samurai?" he inquired incredulously, as the boy nodded. "Well, if you ever listened.... You'd know that everyone has to apply once they've become the proper age. And, even with this many people, I'd be shocked to see if more than a handful became Samurai." Issachar was not wrong....The crowd was thinning out at a sizable rate, people walking off in a rapid pace. Some looked relieved, some looked distressed....and some looked as if they were never expecting to be a part in the first place. A few times, the line stalled....And, as the crowd started to peter out....Soon enough... "Next Applicant, come forth!" an unfamiliar man's voice called towards the two, as Faust nodded. "Aha..Samurai Life, here I come." Issachar called, giving a small smile, and gesturing back at Faust. "Wish me luck!" "Yeah, break a Leg.." Faust called with a small wave....Before a sudden agonizing pain wracked his mind, kneeling over. "S....o...M..e....O...n....e... a...N...y...O...N..e..." "W..what..?" Faust cringed, wincing and gritting his teeth....the air around him feeling cold and....sinister......It was enough of a distraction that he didn't hear the cheers of the joy...The calls of praise, and the cries of 'I knew it!' from his friend. No...something around there was....wrong. "Next Candidate, come forth!" the man's voice called out after a bit...Faust being forced ahead by someone, as another figure that looked like a Priest leered at him. "You may have plenty of time, but I am a busy man....So, present to me your left arm...Now." Faust didn't have a choice, the priest pulling out a strange, silver glove...and affixed it to his hand. A small screen opened up, and the man said a prayer......looking down at Faust. "Now...touch the gauntlet, child....And let us see if you are one of the chosen.." ... Faust took a deep breath, and raised his other hand....lowering it to press a finger to the screen.... Beep. ..... ...... A silence filled the air...As the group waited, and watched...But, nothing happened. The Priest gave a disappointed scowl, and shook  his head...Moving to grip the Gauntlet again. "Another failure. Nex-" RrrrrrruuUuuuuuuMmmmmbbblllLLlleeeE.. The very world shook at this, something jarring the area....shaking it to it's very core. "W...what is this? Do the Gods themselves wish to punish this one for his misdee..." The man didn't have his chance to finish at this, as an ear-piercing scream seemed to fill the air....coming from a familiar tone.... "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllp!" "That's...!"  the green haired boy started to himself, before suddenly darting off, gauntlet and all still affixed to his arm. "H..hey, Faust!" Issachar called, chasing down his friend as he darted off....wondering just why he moved so suddenly... "H..Hey!! You aren't allowed in here!" People flung words at the two as they charged into the unfamiliar area....Faust's pace unrelenting as he charged through the area. "Faust, what's going on? We shouldn't be in here! Not until the ceremony is over...!" "I don't care. I heard her...." the boy called, looking up. Something was tugging at him....pulling him towards something. He couldn't explain it, but.... He wandered through the halls expertly, as if they were as familiar to him as his own homelands. A left...a right....A charge...and then.... ... "Is...this a cave?" Issachar called as they finally stopped for a bit, panting as he looked at the area. "I wonder what's insi-" Almost immediately, a figure clad in armor started out of it, an Empty sword sheath affixed to his side as he collapsed. "A..Ahhhh! It's gonna kill us! Run! Run for your lives!" the man shrieked out, starting to crawl away from the two as Issachar moved over. "What are you talking about? What's going to kill us?" the boy asked, the man looking up. "What do you think it is?! A Demon of course! I've never seen one like that in Naraku before!" "A demon?!" Issachar called, before glancing up at his friend. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but you're safe. We'll be fine, right Fa..." The boy didn't even have a chance to look up at his friend...watching as the boy descended into the cave. "H..Hey, Faust! Don't go rushing in like that...!" A call not heard, as the emerald haired boy paced through the cavern....Finding a surprisingly sculpted set of stairs leading down, followed by several signs, and prominently man-made structures amidst the cavern. It seemed the area had been readily explored before....But, he couldn't worry about that now. Not when she was in danger. He came up to a set of doors at this, sensing an overwhelming surge of energy beyond it....But he couldn't stop here... He placed his hands on the door, and pushed them open....To a horrifying sight. Several bodies were laid out, arms splayed...blood splattered across their shoulders....blades and tools looked discarded, as the boy followed the trail...leading up to the last, remaining group of people. "Apprentice Yuno, stand back! This demon is much too dangerous for you!" "B..But I...!" the pinkette called, as Faust saw a wave of energy explode out..knocking the group aside with a few sickening thuds....Along with the girl landing against the wall. Faust cringed, and gripped his fist....wishing that he had grasped a weapon on his way there....Or something to defend himself...as his eyes squeezed shut. "A demon...A demon..A demon...' he told himself, biting his lip. 'I'm about to come face-to-face with a demon...I need to be strong..' "A..Ahhh..Ahhhhh...!!!" the pinkette's voice cried out, as Faust heard the clatter of metal. She had likely dropped her blade....and if he didn't do something.... "Ohhhhh...You humans are all the same...." Faust took a deep breath, and opened his eyes...charging over in front of the pinkette, and throwing his hands out. "I won't.....Let you.." he started quietly, before finally getting a look at the demon....and pausing. Where he had expected something large, monstrous, fanged, winged, or even scaled.....He was shocked to see instead a petite looking girl with long blonde hair..and golden eyes. She wore a pretty blue dress, and a white ribbon was affixed to her hair... "Hmmm? Do you know how many times I've heard that?" "You're....a demon?" the boy called incredulously, looking the girl over. She barely looked older than some of the kids he had to look after in the old schoolhouses...And yet.... "Oh? Is this your first time..?" the blonde called, with a smirk. "That's rather unfortunate....For you, of course. As a demon, I'll have you know that most of your exterminators have already fall-" Faust paused, but relaxed his stance...Shaking his head. "You look like a young girl...." he added, quietly. "I couldn't see myself fighting you.." "Oh?" the girl called, raising an eyebrow. "Even if I were to do.." The small blonde girl gripped one of the fallen Samurai's blades, and flung it at Faust. It took the boy a few moments to realize that she hadn't merely raised it....but had instead thrown it into the cavern walls....Between him, and the fretting pinkette. "This..?" she mused, with a small giggle. The air between the group went silent for a few moments, before a single sound started to fill the air... Psssh...pssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh... "It seems your friend is rightly afraid." the blonde girl mused, gesturing for Faust to look behind himself. What had been pure white garments, were now marred with a growing, flowing grey patch across the girl's dress....A growing puddle forming under the girl. His eyes strayed a bit towards her skirt, before turning back to the blonde. "That wasn't very nice." he called flatly to the girl, who let out a small giggle, and twirled around at this, giving a small curtsy as she gripped the edge of her dress. "Well, what are you going to do? Fight me? Of course if you do..." the girl mused, an almost cat-like grin appearing on her face...As the boy paced over towards her...and put a hand on her shoulder. "Apologize." he called to the blonde girl sternly...looking down at her. The blonde looked up at him...and then firmly gripped his arm. "Why should I?" she called, quietly wresting his hand from her shoulder. "It's not like you're going to.." SMACK The green haired boy's Gauntlet-clad hand came down on the blonde girl's backside....And there was a sudden sort of realization in her eyes. "Awah...?" Faust knelt a bit, and pushed the girl over his knee, smacking the girl's bottom repeatedly with his Gauntlet-clad hand, the girl-demon letting out several cries of shock and dismay as his hand came down on her bottom again..and again...and again. "Now...are you willing to apologize now?" he asked the demoness after a bit....The girl's eyes suddenly watering.....As she started to out and out bawl. "Awaaaahhhhh....!!!! You...You...You...!" she started, her hands balling up into fists...and then thudding gently onto the boy's chest. "Awawawawa....You...You...." Faust was more than a bit shocked that the girl's strength, previously monstrous...seemed to have dwindled after the admittedly standard punishment he had given her. "You're...You weren't scared....and..and I tried so hard...and......" If Faust hadn't been convinced she was a demon before...he certainly wasn't going to be thinking so now, as she gripped him firmly....sniffling into his shirt. "Ah.....I see that someone has placated the wandering demon.." Another unfamiliar voice...This one belonging to an older man....Someone with greying hair, weathered-looking skin....and a serious face. Beside him stood the brown haired comrade of Faust, who peered over. "Ah..! Faust..!" Issachar called, looking over. "And..Yuno..? You're here too..?" Faust felt the blonde demon's hands grasping around him tighter, almost hiding behind him as the older man shook his head. "So, it was an Alice that was causing all of that terror..." the man called, letting out a small sigh. "No wonder we were losing so many...." "Ummm...we haven't met, have we..?" he asked the man, who looked back at him with stern eyes...filled with ages of wisdom. "No...we haven't." the man called, looking him over with a stern glare. "My name is Hope.....I'm the one in charge of Samurai around here. That demon behind you, is Alice. She's a powerful demon, sure....But it's her horrid reputation that allows her to harness her incredible power. Most all warriors falter before her power, but it seems you were...different." The blonde demoness continued to cling to Faust's side, as the boy looked up. "So.....Since I didn't know about her reputation...She wasn't as dangerous to me..?" "Maybe.....But we can't be sure." Hope called, before shaking his head. "What interests me, is how you found your way here to Naraku, without being an official Samurai. Your clothes aren't from around here...are they?" "N..No sir! We came for the Gauntlet Rite, but then Faust ran off, and.." There was another sizable pause...as the man moved over, and gestured at Faust. "Young Man...May I see your Gauntlet?" he called, gesturing downward. Faust flinched a bit, but then held up the gauntlet clad hand....His eyes widening in surprise. What had been a dulled, empty screen... Now glowed with life, looking as if it had been charged by something. "It seems you have the making of a Samurai yourself, young man." Hope called, letting the boy's hands fall to his sides. "I'll thank you for stopping the demon threat. We'll discuss things more later, but for now...I think we should escort any of the wounded or injured out of here. There are likely more demons around than just Alice, after all.." "O..Oh...R..right." the boy called, starting to head out...as a hand gripped his sleeve. "Please..don't leave me.." the demoness's voice cracked....looking up at him with a sad, lonely gaze. Faust visibly froze at this...as Hope seemed to raise an eyebrow. "She wants to join you..?" the man called, before lightly closing his eyes. "The presence of demons outside of Naraku would cause a mass panic...." "W..well, I can't really leave her here.." Faust called back, as the older man smiled..and shook his head. "I'll see what I can do." Hope replied quietly, before gesturing. "But for now, we should get everyone out of here." "R..right. Yuno, can you stand?" Faust called, holding a hand out to the pinkette. She gently took the boy's hand....nervously gazing behind him at the blonde girl....then started to charge off without the others. "What's...with her?" Faust asked quietly, as Issachar lightly shook his head. "You're hopeless, Faust." Issachar responded, as the group slowly searched the bodies for survivors...A few of them merely having been unconscious rather than dead.. But more than a few bodies to be carried back. "If we leave a body here in Naraku, it'll become demon food." Hope explained, quietly. "The least we can do for those that have past is allow them to be buried in their home..." The blonde demoness kept her grip firm on the boy's ragged clothes...eyes gazing downward as they paced up through the stairs of the cave again. It felt like a much longer trip back up than it had going down....but... "Young man...I think it's best if you take a room in the western most halls tonight. This will give us enough time to tell everyone how the situation unfolded....and for you to...contain your demonic companion." "Ah...Okay.." Faust called quietly, Issachar bowing a bit, and gesturing. "I'm going to go with Hope. I'll make sure everyone knows that you were the Hero today!" the boy's friend called....as Faust nodded. "Thank you, Issachar.." Faust called, watching the boy scamper off at this a bit faster than he usually paced. Tug Tug... Faust glanced down at this, the blonde demoness looking up at him with the same, doe eyes that she gave to him before. "Yes, Alice?" the boy called, as the girl's hands suddenly lowered to her dress. "I....I have to pee..." [To be continued...?]
[Faust's Mikado Adventures, segment 2] ========================================================================================================================== "You...Erm.....W..what?" the green haired boy called, as the petite blonde demon wriggled back and forth. "I have to pee..." Alice called back weakly, squirming as she held herself openly. "It's been a bit of a long day...A..and I don't know if I can keep it in for long." "A..Ahhh...O..okay...okay.." Faust added, holding a hand up. "Just..try to hold it in. I'll find somewhere for you to go.." In the olden kingdom of Mikado, things like running water, and indoor plumbing were beyond the scope of imagination...And, even if he knew where the room for chamber pots and the like would be... He remembered that Hope had specifically requested he stay in the western-most rooms. Judging by the nearly barren halls and the like....He presumed it was a place that was devoid of almost all people....But.... He couldn't tell her to just go in one of the halls. What if someone saw? Even if it wasn't the most taboo of activities to go....He couldn't tell someone that resembled a young girl like her to just go out in the open.... 'The Open..' he thought..before turning, and kneeling down. "Alice...Do you think you could make it out of the castle?" he asked her...As she lightly bit her bottom lip...eyes gazing downward. "Y...Yes...yes of course.." the girl answered quietly.....Shuffling quietly along as the boy started to pace around the area....Looking ahead to avoid encountering anyone..And trying to make sure he could wander out without anyone noticing......The thought of escorting a girl out of the castle in the middle of the night looking... .... Troubling. He held his breath as he passed by some conversing samurai, the girl quivering....shuddering...and lightly gasping under her breath. Faust kept pacing ahead...looking back only long enough to make sure the girl was following him......The wait growing longer...and longer with every pause.... "We're almost there.....Just keep it up." he encouraged the girl as they got to the outer layer of the castle, gesturing as the girl slowly....oh..so..slowly inched along.... "Ahh....Awaaaah....I...I can't move..." the petite girl called, as Faust flinched..seeing the shadows of someone else coming around the corner. He lightly swore under his breath, and darted over...Hoisting the girl up in his arms like one would a bride, and darted off.... He didn't dare turn around to see if he was being followed....No...He had to move, and he had to move fast.... By the time his legs gave out, his surroundings had been surrounded by green once more..And he was back at the spot he had spent the previous night with Issachar. A view of the beautiful lake Mikado....some trees slowly growing to a forest through the path from whence he came. They were away from the city finally, though... "A..A..Alright.." the boy panted, kneeling down from exhaustion. "We're....we're far away now...You..You can.." Psss...Pssshpsshhh...... Something warm, and wet started to fill his hands....the pant legs of his garments being drenched with the splashing sounds of rushing liquid..... The girl's soft legs trembled, and shook in his hands....Streams trickled down the girl's inner thighs....And as her face started to glow a bright, blood-red crimson....It hit him.... "I...I..I'm..I'm sorry...!" the blonde sniffled, her hands rising to her eyes, and rubbing...as sniffles turned into an outright bawl....And for a few tense, noisy moments....She kept going...and going....and going.... It was impressive how much the girl could hold in her petite frame...But....As he started to sit her down, Alice visibly flinched and covered her face. "P..Please....I....I tried...I tried as hard as I could..." she pleaded with him, cowering. "Please...Don't hit me...!!" It was Faust's turn to visibly flinch at this, giving a tight frown, as he gently reach out, and patted the girl on the head gently... "I..I would never even think of doing that.." Faust stated, lightly shook. "You tried your best....and you had an accident....Why would I hit you for that..?" The blonde whimpered softly under his palm....her hands gently lowering to her sides, as her eyes trailed along the grassy ground. "B..back then....if someone went out of turn...." the girl started, hesitantly. "Or...or disrupted class with something...They'd be....They'd be...." Faust didn't wait on the girl to finish her sentence, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his shoulder. As if flipping a switch, the girl's sobbing returned...her arms wrapping around the boy's frame. It was more than he could handle.... Demon or no......Nobody deserved that kind of punishment.... After a refreshing sob of relief...The demoness pulled away from Faust, wiping her eyes..and gently curtsying with her dress. "Thank you..." she called, quietly. "I..I've never really had..anyone to talk to like that..." "Ah...It's no problem." Faust responded, gently patting her head again, and giving a warm, inviting smile. "I'm here for you Alice...And I'll always be here." The girl suddenly held out her pinky at this, standing on her tiptoes to try to look into the boy's eye level. "Pinky swear?" she called quietly...as the boy affixed his pinky with hers. "Pinky swear." he assured, as the two entwined fingers....And shared smiles. At this though, the boy stood to his full height...and glanced towards the castle. "Though, I'm going to have to wash our clothes. Man..I wish I'd brought a bucket or something to get some water..." His thoughts were interrupted though, by the approach of another shadowy figure...The boy quickly grasped Alice's shoulder, and headed her into the treeline...Peering out from the side after a few tense moments... "Is everything okay..?" Alice called, as Faust gently held a finger up. "Shh....I think it's someone from the castle.." the boy whispered...as the figure slowly came into view. Twintails of pink, grasping a bucket with a scrubber, and a familiar greyed white dress....Wait... ... "Y..Yuno..?" the boy quietly gasped to himself...watching as she gathered up some water from the lake......And seemed to have the same goal in mind he had. The dress was dipped in the pooling water....And, hands went to work on scrubbing out the remnants of her untimely accident earlier. 'Well, at least I know that we're not the only ones..' the boy thought quietly, thinking about just walking out and explaining the situation....When the girl suddenly tensed, and writhed a bit in place. 'A....Ah...?' The pinkette's eyes glanced around at this, as if she was scouting the area....Before suddenly moving her bucket out of the way, and sliding her hands to hoist up her evening gown. .... He should have looked away...He shouldn't have been seeing this......The girl's soft, creamy thighs....The wide, curve of her hips from her waist...The firm curve of her bottom. It was a forbidden sort of view....But one he couldn't tear his eyes away from..... "Nnnn..I need to stop having to drink so much of that 'Healing Water' they sell." the girl called, letting her eyes flutter closed....And her legs slowly parted wide. "It's refreshing, but I always have to get up and.." He didn't know why his eyes were glued to the girl's personal area...Or why his heart was beating so fast.... He could see the girl's nethers lightly quivering....and then... Pss...Pssssssshhhh....pssshhhhhhhhh An almost glowing stream.....the girl's personal waters starting to flow through the grass....As her shoulders sagged. Something about it was much more...gripping than what happened earlier. Alice's accident was much more...emotional, and Yuno's incident from being in danger had barely incited a response.... But now...under the moonlight, admiring the view from across Lake Mikado.... ... Something about it felt....so very different.... "Ah...? Are you okay, Faust? You seem a bit.....Tense..." .... =======================================================================================================================================
Authornote: Faust just felt like writing something relating to a certain game he has been playing lately as well. Faust may have taken a few liberties with things, but..it's all in the sake of a small, little story. Faust hopes you like. ================================================================================================================================ "Umm....So..you're saying...that's where the trial is being held?" "Ayup! In that abandoned store! Don't worry. It's prooooobably not totally haunted." "Y..You know Lillie, you don't have to follow me through this one if you don't want to.." It was an all too familiar sight in the Alola region. A beautiful, picturesque bright and sunny day on the island......Which only accented the terror before them. What had once been a sizable, extravagant department store....Now laid in ruins before the test of time....Windows cracked, door splintering....paint peeling....The signs of ruin.... As for the trio before it.... A trio of sorts. A petite purple haired girl in a long dress, an average looking boy with short emerald hair in a Hawaiian shirt with shorts......And a girl with long blonde hair, dressed in a stunning white dress...With a matching, sizable hat, and knee-high white boots. "No..No, I said I was going to do this...and...and darnit, I'm going to do this!" The girl in white, Lillie....Had more than a few troubling occurrences over the course of the journey. And, had recently proclaimed how she wanted to...improve herself, even if just a bit.  "Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. Probably." The purple haired girl, Acerola, was one of the Trial captains. People who gave fledgling trainers their goals....The 'Trials' of which that would allow them to show off the bonds between them, and their pokemon. Acerola had a habit of being a touch mischievous, but never dangerous. "Don't worry, I've got my pokemon...And I'll make sure you're safe." And the trail-goer himself, Faust. He had a bit of a slower start than most trainers, but he had a genuine, pleasant vibe about him. His team was a bit...eccentric, but they had stood up to every challenge so far. They were confident.... "Just remember: Once you start a Trial, you can't leave for any reason, until you either pass the trial, or fail it. Understood?" The two nodded firmly...as was standard. There wasn't any danger, and Trials usually didn't take too long. So, it was nothing new to them. Faust pushed the door open, and gestured to Lillie. "Ladies first?" he called, the blonde girl smiling..and starting in. ... It was no less menacing inside than it was on the outside. Empty shelves tipped over....Remnants of long-forgotten goods....and an eerie, chilling air. "So..um...What was it you had to do in here for the Trial?" Lillie asked, as Faust pulled out a sort of Camera. "Well, Acelrola said I had to take pictures of the Totem pokemon in here.."  the boy answered, glancing around. "She said I should take pictures of the other pokemon around here, and it'll bring out the Totem pokemon." "Ah....seems simple enough." Lillie responded...before suddenly seeing something out of the corner of her eye. Something like a rather sizable yellow rodent.....But Something about it felt...off. And what's more.... Pang.... Something in her body was idly nagging at her. The girl bit her lip softly as she remembered what had happened a mere hour ago..... The two had settled down for a nice drink....The boy, a glass of lemonade...and herself, a cup of Moomoo Milk. It had been a refreshing drink, but.... She was feeling the effects now. 'Ah....I'll be fine....I'll be fine.'  the girl thought quietly to herself...As they wandered the abandoned area. It was quiet....far...too quiet... Wrrrrrrrrr "Gah..!" the girl cried out...as the boy turned. One of the abandoned lanes had a suddenly moving conveyor belt.....positively roaring to life. Faust turned with his camera....as Lillie backed up. 'O..Oh..Oh..Of course it's a pokemon' she thought to herself as a purple-ball like spirit emerged...and the girl pulled her hat down a bit. 'Whew...That just....got me a bit.' The girl turned her head at this....the little yellow rodent appearing again...and scampering out of view once more. Lillie lightly tilted her head...as Faust turned. "Well, that wasn't the Totem pokemon, but it was easy at least." the boy called to her, as Lillie looked at him, and gestured. "I saw something heading towards the back.." she gestured...the boy turning, and nodding. "I'm on it." he called out with a grin, starting towards the back of the area..As Lillie lightly bit her lip. 'I should be fine...It shouldn't be too long..' Her bladder was giving a few warning pangs...But, nothing she couldn't handle. As she started to head after the boy though, another thing stirred to life... An old water fountain started spurting to life. A clear stream....slowly growing in volume and speed....before it started to just plain gush, spraying every which way. "Ah..! F..Faust!" Lillie pointed, gesturing towards the water fountain as she held her hands over herself. The thoughts of the water against her white dress...coupled with water... No..No..It was too embarrassing to think about..! She scurried back a bit further, looking to try to see the battle.....As something cold ran against her shoulder. 'sEe.....M...e...?' "IYAH?!" she shrieked out, turning around to look....even as nothing was there....... Psh.. The girl caught her breath after a few moments, feeling an...uncomfortable warmth under her dress. "Hang on, I'll get it!" the boy called, darting after a pokemon...as Lillie quietly shuffled to the side. 'I...I doubt that the bathrooms are still working...but this place is abandoned, right?' she thought to herself, sliding her dress up a bit to inspect the damage. A small, dime-sized patch on her otherwise pristine garments..... ''Maybe...I could just find a corner..and..' The girl pulled out a can of some kind of spray, and quickly expelled it around her...A Repel, meant to deter pokemon from following her. She watched Faust round the corner towards another part of the store....and quietly scampered over to one of the other corners. 'I'd really rather just wait and go later, but it's getting really bad.' she thought to herself, sliding her hands to her sides. 'And....if something else scares me again...' The girl started to kneel down, feeling the seal on her personal waters starting to slowly give in....As she looked up at.... .... Faust, staring her down?! "A..A..Ah! Ah! F..Faust?! I..I was just...But the Totem pokemon...and...!" Faust didn't seem to stay Faust for very long...As his eyes glossed over, and his hands grew....Into dark, shadowy claws. What was once some reddish brown eyes turned crimson....And as the girl looked on in horror....One of the claws brushed over her face. 'S...e...e.......M....e....?' There was no longer any keeping it back. A veritable torrent of warmth spread through her lips, and coated her panties.....soaked through her dress..and started to pool down her thighs. As the girl whimpered, shook, and quivered...falling back on her rump....She tried to scream....wanted to yell as loud as she could.... But....she couldn't. The shadowy claw seemed to grip her by the neck, and lift her up.....As she felt the world grow black.... .... Waking up in what looked like a dressing room. Her soaked, ruined clothes were nowhere to be seen...And, as she turned her head, she caught her reflection in a mirror....along with something that looked like the small rodent she saw scampering.....but... ...Rather than looking like said creature, it looked like it was wearing a costume. Something like a bedsheet, scribbled on by what looked like a child....Though, the same shadowy claw emerged from it, as it suddenly rushed past her....and started to slowly claw letters onto the mirror. "S...o...r....r....y? Oh! Sorry...!" Lillie called, before lightly brushing her hair aside "It's..It's okay..! Thank you for fixing my clothes...Umm..." The little costumed figure seemed to wobble a bit, and make a noise that...didn't sound displeased...As it started to hobble along. The way it's head swayed back and forth.....It seemed rather unnatural, comparatively to other pokemon she'd seen.... The girl paced out of the room, and suddenly noticed herself standing right next to the door once more, glancing around. "Um...Faust..?" she heard, as she heard the boy's voice. "See? I got a picture, just like you said!" the boy called, grinning. "It was a hard battle, but I managed to beat it!" "Oooh, very nice!" Acerola's voice called, with a chuckle. "The Totem pokemon's a bit shy, but it likes showing off sometimes. ...Ohohoho..and what's this? It looks like you have some other picture in here. Is this Lillie? Though, it looks like someone spilled a lot of lemonade on her...." ...... "A..Ahh..heyHeyHEY! DON'TLOOKATTHAT!!!!!" Pokemon are full of surprises, you know?
AuthorFaust: Hello, once again dedicated fans! Faust has not written an actual story that wasn't interactive in far too long...But, while Faust has been hosting interactives....Faust does have his own little obsessions he tends to go for. And, though he hopes to be able to strike a balance between interactive, and non-interactive stories at a time..... AuthorFaust: For now, Faust figured he'd write a little story involving his latest experience in a phone game. Fire Emblem, Heroes. [Author's Note: Your results may Greatly vary. Faust sincerely wishes you the best of luck, and hopes that you enjoy the story....Even if it's a touch..different than what Faust usually writes...] ========================================================================================================================================== "Ugh....This should make about six, now.." Six times, he'd wandered through the worlds....Six times, he'd arrived in this world, and refreshed his existence there.... Six times, he'd re-rolled his fate in this world.....And, hopefully, it would be his last. "First, I need to direct Anna.." he called, answering the red haired girl's stock response of summoning him into the world......And the arrival of enemies. He raised his hand at this, pointing in the direction of an approaching Emblema solider....The red haired commander turning. "On it..!" she called out, brandishing a large axe. Anna was a modestly endowed figure, with a red ponytail..and brilliant, golden armor. The typical armor of the Askr Empire, it seemed....And some very high crimson and golden boots. She wielded an axe with noticeable skill.....And as she felled the foe before them with a pair of strikes...He continued along. "Alright, let's keep moving Commander." he called to the woman, starting along..Thinking maybe...maybe this would be the one time.... "Oh damn...More soliders..! We're outnumbered..!" ... 'Never CAN get lucky with this sort of thing..' he addressed to himself flatly, before brandishing the divine artifact, Breidabrik, for the first...Arranged summon of the world... "Virion..!" he called out, a regal looking man with silvery-blue hair emerging from what looked like the air...Brandishing a bow. His outfit looked not unlike the average noble, blue material accented by his white cravat.....As much as the summoner wanted to just call it a bib. "Attack that enemy! Anna, Follow up!" It was like clockwork to him. The arrows would connect, and Anna's strike would fell the enemy. Then, an enemy archer would fire at Anna.... "Now, my skill Night Sky is..." And she'd retaliate with a powerful strike of her axe, felling the man in a single blow. It was all the same as usual..... "Right...We should leave, before we get found again." he added to the red haired girl, who nodded. "Yes. Let's get a move on." He'd found this world by almost accident, hearing about it from the other authors....Lightly experimenting time and again. Soon enough, he was taken to the Askr Empire...And, showed around a fair bit.... After the proper processes, shown around the castle...He moved straight for the summoning grounds.... "At this point, they start me off with enough for a full five summon, at least..." he stated, before glancing at the mass of orbs in a conjured space, provided by the deities of the world. "Maybe two..." The summoning grounds were a mystical place. A stone platform with a magical rune in the center....And a pillar, with an indentation for the orbs."Process is simple enough.." the summoner called, settling down the set of orbs as he narrated himself.. "Set the orbs in place, stand in middle.." The orbs started to glow, a mixture of Red and white. "Load said orb into indentation.." He lifted one of the red orbs, and slotted it into the indentation. "Fire Breidabrik." He held up the gun-like artifact, and pulled the trigger....Firing out a surge of energy that amassed in the orb. The orbs would glow upon receiving the energy....Kick up some smoke, and then it would manifest in the form of a legendary Hero, from across the worlds. 'Or, as we tend to know them...The games.' the Summoner thought, folding his arms. 'Starting with a red should be safe enough. Hey, maybe I could get a real cutie. Like Lucina, or even Tiki.' The summoner smiled lightly at the thought, losing himself in the pillowing smoke a bit.'I wouldn't mind getting called Onii-Chan again for a bit.' He could feel a slight rumble under his feet at this......Snapping out of his trance in time for the figure to emerge....Bracing... "Oooh..a rare one.." he noted, as the energy finally settled on a form....Green hair catching his eyes at first...... Followed swiftly by blue armor, and a familiar...brilliant blade...wielded in the left hand.. "Ah....It's.." "My name is Alm, the leader of the Deliverance." the hero answered....Male, and looking a bit younger than expected. "You can count on me to take up my sword for your cause." "It's nice to meet you, Alm." the summoner answered politely, offering his hand out in a shake. "The commander will be here to show you to your room soon enough. Welcome to the Askr Empire." "Understood!" the boy called, lifting up his weapon. "My Falchion and I will serve you well." The summoner nodded his head, as he started to repeat the process for the other orbs. "Three colorless orbs.." the summoner stated, going through each summon in turn.  First, a man with brown hair, and a red scarf.... '..An upgraded thief...' A bit of smoke kicked up....followed by a slightly older man, with white hair and an eyepatch... 'That perverse archer...' And, yet another archer...but, with blonde hair, and a purple outfit... 'And Klein. ....Not the worst.' the Summoner called, giving him the same response of sending him to his room as he did to Alm, and the others.... "Well..just...Just one red orb left." the summoner called to himself, sounding a bit distressed. He held the orb close to his face, as he started to whisper quietly to it... "Tiki...Tiki...Tiki..." he chanted...."I'll settle for a Tharja, or a Lucina.." He slotted the orb into position, and readied Breidabrik again. He held his breath, crossed his fingers metaphorically...and... Bang...! The energy coursed through the red orb....Starting to glow anew. 'C'mon.....C'mon...!' A rush of billowing smoke.... 'Yesss.....!' A small rumble of the earth... 'Yesssss..!!!' And, a flash of blue hair. He gasped softly....Before seeing some shoulder pauldrons, and an unfamiliar blade held at the side. A sharp exhale, attempting to hide his disappointment later, he appraised the figure. Long blue bangs...A flowing cape, and white gloves.... "I am Seliph, a Son pledged to fufilling a wish my father made as he died a bitter death......To battle  Darkness." "R...Right...Right." the summoner called, starting to compose himself. "Welcome to the Order of Heroes, Seliph..." "I will aid you as best as I can, Summoner.." Seliph called, bowing his head. "My Tyrfing and I will endure any hardship that comes our way, to protect you." "I'll be counting on you." the summoner called, gesturing aside. "Go ahead and step this way: Commander Anna should be arriving shortly to escort you to your quarters." "Yessir." The summoner lightly folded his arms, sighing lightly as soon as Seliph was out of earshot. "I mean, two five star units is better than I've been getting.." he addressed, taking a tensed breath. "But, they're both reds....and both guys. Man, what's a guy gotta do to get a waifu around here?" He considered scattering his essence, and re-constituting it...repeating the process he'd been enduring for the past few days...But relented, looking down at his bag. "Just...barely have enough for one more full summon." he called, starting to pull them out. "If I don't get like, a Nino, a Cordelia, or just...some female, I might just have to re-roll again.." He moved to the center of the summoning platform again, watching as the orbs manifested into different colors...Looking over them again. "A Blue...Two Red..and two colorless.." the summoner stated, rubbing his head. "Well, no Nino to be found here.." He moved over to lift the blue orb, settling it into the summoning pedestal again. He stepped back, and fired his tool yet again...Watching as it shimmered... 'No smoke....Means..'  he noted as it formed...a younger looking boy, with a metallic pot on his head and a makeshift spear in his hand appearing. 'Farmboy..' He lifted one of the colorless orbs, and fired again...Seeing a familiar figure. 'Gah, that same thief again..!' he snapped, seeing the brown haired thief he already summoned appear anew. It was...irritating to get mulitple iterations of the same hero, but he had to at least see the summoning through...lest he waste the orbs he'd used. A red orb was loaded....Though, while his hopes were high, no signalling smoke meant that the figure that emerged would be... 'Well..At least this one is a girl..' he addressed, moving over to help a girl with long purple hair, and a flowing cape stay on her feet. 'But...She's a three star..' He gently escorted the girl down the steps, as he moved back to the last two orbs...Another red, and another colorless one. "Luck be a lady tonight..!" he called to himself, slotting the red orb in, and firing...watching....and slumping pre-emptively... "No smoke..which means.." he started before the summoning even finished......A figure with orange hair emerging....Wielding a simple steel sword, and blue armor. "My name is Eliwood. I am the ruler of.." The summoner wasn't entirely listening...But, he nodded along politely. The man was a legendary figure to this world, responsible for a war long ago...Yet... 'Why do I keep getting all these three-stars?' he thought to himself, almost not wanting to pick up the last orb....But, relenting. 'I mean, I don't expect another five star, but would it be too much to ask for at least a four star?' He held Breidabrik up high without even thinking anymore, firing it at the orb haphazardly. A few seconds passed.... Ksssshhh A surge of pillowing smoke.....Enough to catch the summoner's eye. 'Oooh, maybe I can get a healer.' he thought, as he wafted through the possibilities. 'Like Elise, or Sakura, or..' The ground started to rumble again...and the Summoner's eyes lit up. 'Ooooh!!! A Five star!  Forget a healer, it might be a Taku-.' The Surge of energy burst out at this...Forming in front of the summoner. He shielded his eyes for a few moments, before looking through the smoke.... 'A Bow...' he thought, giddy...Before seeing a completely unfamiliar figure holding it. A girl, with dusty blonde hair that trailed over her shoulder in braided twintails, and a respectable figure with a more than modest bust. Her attire was rather plain...A large, tannish-red dress with a matching shawl, and some brown boots.... The summoner found himself looking her over a few more times quietly....leaving the girl to approach him, rather than the opposite. "My name is Faye." she started, with an easy bow. "I'm glad to help. I've trained with the Deliverance, you know...." "Ah...Right. I'm-" the summoner started, unsure of how to properly respond....Before suddenly feeling the girl's hand taking his. "Ah..? Is something.." He felt his hand being lifted up to the girl's face, as she took in a deep breath...Smelling it? "You smell like Alm...Have you seen him?" she called out in a low voice...barely above a whisper. The summoner visibly flinched at this, blinking in surprise. "Ah..? Oh..Erm...Ah..." he stated quietly, thinking back a bit....Before recollecting the boy with green hair. "O..Oh yeah. He's here too! I summoned him earlier, and..." He felt the girl get uncomfortably close to him, her chestnut-colored eyes gazing into his intensely. "Take me to him..." The summoner froze at this...The summoning ritual fading around them, as he held his ground for a few tensed moments...feeling his heart skip a beat. "I...Sure..!" he answered after a pause....the girl slowly backing up, with a warm, easy smile. "Thank you very much summoner." she called out in what sounded like a sincere tone, letting her hands rest behind her back. "Please, lead the way." It wasn't unheard of for one of the summons to know another......Or to want to see one another. After all, the only real changes in demeanor he ever noticed was that they would loyally follow his orders in battle. They were still people..... 'Well, as much as they can be, at least...' he thought to himself as he started down the halls, glancing around for the telltale green hair, turning a bit. "So....what do you like to do, Faye?' he called quietly, attempting to make small talk with the villager. "Oh? Well....I like to pick flowers...." she started, lightly pressing her fingers to her chin. "And....selling flowers too!" "I...see.." he answered back quietly, pausing as he saw the blue haired swordsman, Seliph again. "Ah....Did you need something?" the man called out quickly, seeing the look in the summoner's eyes. "Hm? Oh, yeah." the summoner replied, before glancing a bit at Faye. "Did you...see where Alm went? He's that swordsman with green hair, and.." "Oh, he went to the training grounds." Seliph called, with a small nod. "Said he wanted to work hard. I should join him.." It was barely a moment to pass for the summoner to turn around, before Faye was gone. He hesitated....But decided it was probably for the best if he'd just let the girl wander a bit.... "She'll...find it eventually." he told himself as he started along....Wondering just what kind of group he'd summoned this time... ...... ............ "Yes, Yes...I know how to use an assist skill." the Summoner called after having gone through the rest of the hand-holding tutorial levels, gesturing with his hands. "Seliph, Alm! Take out Xander! Faye, take out that archer!" "Do my best..." the blonde girl called,  darting forward fearlessly, and pulling back an arrow.  The summoner braced as he waited for the other unit to fight back....But, in surprise, noticed that he merely recoiled....Not even readying an arrow in response.  'Huh...That's new.' The summoner called, directing the Commander to finish off the Archer with her mighty axe...As the two swordsmen clashed with the horseback foe. As powerful as he could be, even he couldn't handle being outnumbered....And, in no time at all, the enemy forces were retreating. "We did it!" the Commander called, grinning. "Good job summoner!" The summoner chuckled lightly, starting back with the others. Yet.... "Thank you for your sound tactical advice, milord." Alm's kind voice called, clasping a hand on his shoulder. The summoner could be seen buckling a bit, but merely smiled, and nodded. "We...Well, it was your hard work that won the day." he called, turning to Seliph. "You two....You and your Tyrfing are impressive as Alm's Falchion." "Ah...You flatter me..." Seliph retorted, modestly. "It was thanks to Alm that I was able to catch him off guard. Thank you..." "And Faye's arrow struck tru.." the summoner added...Finding the blonde haired girl nowhere to be seen. He paused....tilting his head a bit. "Where...did she go?" "Don't tell me you didn't notice?" the commander mused, striding up to him. "Her rigid posture....Her tone of voice...." "Ah..?" the summoner replied, as Seliph seemed to avert his gaze. "Oh, so it's....that." he called, lightly brushing his hair back. "I..erm..didn't want to say anything..." "Huh? What are you talking about..?" It took the summoner a few moments more than he would have liked to understand what they meant....But, he felt a slight flush forming. She hadn't seemed...that tense when he was watching her. Her long legs weren't exactly pressed together, and.... ... 'Oh God, I was staring at her, wasn't I?'  he noted to himself, shaking his head. "Ah, it's fine. I'm going to go train some more..." Alm called as they returned to the castle, heading down the path towards the training grounds. "Just...call me if you're in need, Summoner." "Ah, permit me to join you.." Seliph called, pacing along with him. "I find training most effective with a partner..." The summoner watched the two swordsmen start off together, and he let out a small sigh, glancing down at his pouch. 'I suppose I could try to summon again..' he thought, glancing down at the orbs within. 'I've got enough for two, if I...' As if like clockwork, his pouch suddenly seemed to pop open...A single orb starting to roll away. "Oh for the love of Naga..." he snapped, starting after it in a grumpy huff. A small distance of rolling later though, as he scooped it up..... "Oh Alm..." a familiar voice called, commanding his attention. "Can't you see how much I love you?" The summoner looked up to see the familiar blonde hair, peering through a bush. He didn't need binoculars to know where the girl's attention was....pacing quietly closer to see the training grounds just within visibility of her location. 'Oh wow...She's a stalker..' he thought to himself, quietly pocketing the runaway orb...As he started to take a step back. 'I'd better...." The sudden rustling of the bush caught his ears far too easily....And, as much as he wanted to retreat, his eyes found their way back to the girl's figure...Now hunched over in a kneeling position. "Mmmmth...What would you have done, if you'd seen this..?" Faye's voice called out to the air, as she started to lift up her long dress...Revealing some lightly pale, creamy white thighs....And..... "How you make me feel.....and....That I..." A completely bare bottom, some sort of fluid trailing down her thighs. The summoner's face glew bright red at this....As he struggled to tear his eyes away from the sight..... "Ahhhnn......" Though, far too late to miss the show. A low, quiet trickling sound could be heard...as a small stream started to spray onto the ground at her feet, splashing noisily as she let out a soft, groan. "Ohhhhhh...Oh Alm.... What would you do if you stumbled into me like this...?" she whispered to herself, her sputtering stream consistently squirting out of her. "Just...beyond my limits of control.....Unable to do anything but hike up my dress and.....Go." The Summoner covered his mouth at this in an attempt to mask his breathing...The girl's stream splashing away merrily as Faye continued her inquisition. "Would you scold me for waiting too long? Or, for daring to not wear anything under my dress?" she continued to ask, lightly bucking her hips. "Or maybe, you'd know that I've been going through so many garments around you that I quite simply can't....Keep...Dry.." He could see her stream losing force.....Even as liquid glistened on her thighs....And, he knew he had to get out of there...He had to avoid being seen... But..... "Ohhhhhhh...." the girl's voice softly groaned...And he started to step away.. Crunch.... 'Shit..!' A rogue tree-branch, trodden on at the worst possible time. The Summoner flinched, held his breath, and prayed...Hoping that maybe.... "I know you're there." A sudden shift in tone, the sweetly, naughty girl's voice gaining a fierce edge....And in just as many moments...The summoner could feel his blood run cold... "Come out...slowly." Every part of him wanted to run....Every fabric of his being screamed at him to leave the world, and never return..... But, rational thought had left him...he'd merely complied, stepping out with his hands up. "I'm sorry! I was just trying to follow this orb and...." he immediately confessed....His eyes slammed shut as if to pretend he hadn't had that amazing view....Pausing only when he felt something shockingly cold on his neck... "How long...have you been there?" the girl's voice called....As he dared to open an eye... "I...erm...I just..." he started, noticing an arrowtip held to his throat. "I...I heard you talking about Alm! And...and what you were wondering...and..and.." He braced himself for the worst.....feeling the cold against his neck press a bit harder.....Followed by a sudden warmth on his shoulder, the girl's head now resting on his shoulder... "I can smell Alm on you.." she mused again, in her softer....but still chilling tone. "You're the tactician.....So, I won't do anything......." A sharp pain sparked through his body, the girl's teeth sinking into the shoulder that Alm had patted a short while ago... "Yet." He felt his whole body freeze up anew, feeling the girl's tongue lashing over him....Before pulling back with the same smile as when she first greeted him...Hiding her terrifying visage behind a sweet...innocent smile... "But, you must not tell Alm of what you saw here.." she added, in a much more relaxed tone. "A maiden's heart is a sensitive thing....and I wish to confess at my own pace. I don't wish for anyone to spoil my affections for him. Understood?" The Summoner merely nodded quietly, too afraid to even address the other part of what he'd seen...The girl's fingers brushing against his lips. "As for peeping in on me, in such a delicate moment.." she interjected almost immediately, the Summoner's body visibly flinching and bracing for another assault.....Opening his eyes again after a few mere moments to a gentle smile. "I don't see the harm in permitting you to watch....As proper compensation for bringing Alm and I together in this world as well...... Without any of those...troublesome girls to distract him...I can properly take my time expressing my love." The summoner could feel his heart beating again at this, wondering if he'd gotten off of the hook for the accident....Before the girl's eyes shifted again. "But know this..." she started again, her voice dropping to the menacing tone. "If you do...anything to sully my chances with Alm.... You WILL regret it." "U...U..Understood!" the summoner called, nodding his head so hard he felt like it was going to fall off..... "Wonderful!" she mused, her hand rubbing the same shoulder as before. "I'm glad we could have this talk. Now, you must be tired, Summoner. Please, get some rest for me, okay?" "Y..Yes Ma'am!" he started, before seeing the girl's eyes darken again. "I..I mean Faye...!" The girl's eyes brightened again, and he spared no further second to put as much distance between him and the girl again. Darting through the halls, past the commander, the prince, and the princess, he hurriedly returned to his room, and almost completely collapsed onto the bed. "Gods, what did I get myself into this time..?" he stated, brushing his hand over the bite mark on his shoulder. "I shouldn't stay here...It would be dangerous...." But.... 'But....' He couldn't help but feel...a little more invested in this world than he had been before. Was it the implied death threat? Or..... .. ......... "Mmm....He's not quite Alm, but...." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Fire Emblem: Heroes mini-story: End] **Characters used in this story may or may not be the same as their canonical counterparts. Faust cannot promise anything...
AuthorFaust: As per requests, Faust shall continue his FE adventures now. Faust has to go to work right about now, but Faust figured he could give the first half of this continuation..... AuthorFaust: There's no omo in this particular segment, only buildup to later..... So, if you're only in this for the piddle scenes and not for the plot...... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Fire Emblem Heroes Plot Continued:] [Dangerous, Part 1] The next morning came all too soon, it felt....As the summoner quietly pushed himself out of bed. "Nnngh...Maybe it was all some kind of bad dream.." he thought to himself audibly, rubbing the side of his head. "I..I mean..." He shook off the thoughts of the previous night, feeling at his shoulder absentmindedly....And feeling the little marks. "....I should do that summoning.." he remarked to himself to try to distance himself from the memories, quickly gathering his robe and darting down the halls. "Good morning, summoner!" Seliph's voice calls as he practically zoomed past him, with a wave. "Hi Seliph, Bye Seliph." he quipped, taking a left...and then a right. "Morning, Summoner!" Alm politely greeted, as the summoner weaved past him as well. "Hi Alm Bye Alm." he added, picking up the pace a bit. He wasn't exactly excited to do some summoning...rather, he was trying to avoid.... "Ah, Summoner!" the only person he couldn't blow off called out, freezing him in his tracks. "We've got a new recruit." "C..Commander Anna.." he groaned quietly, before turning his head and... .... "Hello...! You must be..the tactician around here?" An unfamiliar girl, who was a little taller than him. With long, green hair that trailed down her back....A form-hugging sort of short dress...a white chest plate.... "Ah...Y..yes.." the summoner called, glancing down at her long legs...covered by what looked like some black tights, and knee-high boots. "I'm..." "Hehehe...You're staring, you know?" she pointed out to him quietly, prompting a face-flush from the summoner. "It's okay, don't feel bad about it. I'm Palla, of the Macedonian Whitewings." The summoner lightly snapped to attention, extending his hand out to the green haired girl. "N..nice to meet you.." he called out lightly, as she took his hand. "Um..White Wings?" "Named for the Pegasus they ride." Anna whispered into his ear, the boy flinching again. "A..Ah...Right..!" he sounded, as Palla chuckled. "Don't be afraid to come to me if you have any trouble." she assured, smiling a gentle, warm smile. "I've two younger siblings, so I've always been good at supporting people." "I..I'll keep that in mind." the summoner remarked, nodding his head as Palla started off....Trying to shake off his embarrassment. "Oh, and....Faye wanted to see you too..By the way." Anna added in a slightly matter-of-fact way. "Something about breakfast. Don't move too fast with her now, summoner." "C..Commander..!" he stammered out far too late, watching as the mischievous redhead stuck her tongue out teasingly...And strode off to leave him alone with his thoughts. "...W..Well, I can always summon afterwards.." he remarked to himself, quietly. "I..I'd better see what Faye wants..." He could tell himself he didn't have to see her.....But, a small voice in his head told him it would be a bad idea to ignore her, and he reluctantly agreed. The summoner strode down the halls once more, passing by several other figures conversing, debating, and otherwise communicating with one another...Before pushing his way into the kitchen. "Faye....? Are you in he-" he barely started, before seeing those familiar twinbraids...Dusty blonde hair quickly giving way to a.....worryingly sweet grin. "Oh good morning, Summoner!" she called out in far too perky of a tone compared to the previous night. "I just thought that you deserved a little something for bringing me and Alm together in this world again. Sooooooo....I made you some breakfast!" "R..Really..?" the summoner's mouth remarked, before he could properly stop himself, sheepishly taking a seat.. "U..Um..T..Thanks.." "Ehehehe...No problem." she sounded in an almost song-like tone, as she set a plate of...remarkably normal looking food in front of him. The summoner paused for a bit, hesitantly reaching for a utensil as the girl watched him...eerily... "No need to worry! It's perfectly safe." she mused, in a gently teasing tone. "Go on, eat up!" 'I feel like it would be unwise to accept her offer..' he thought, looking it over....before sticking in a spoonful. 'But, somehow I think it'd be more dangerous if I declined.' He took a careful first bite...expecting something foul, or toxic...But instead.... "This is....Amazing..!" he called, before starting to dig in hungrily, his body finally seeming to remember how long it'd been since he'd eaten. "Faye, what...What did you put in this?" "Ohhh, you know." she mused, letting a hand rest on her cheek. "The usual ingredients....A little bit of love.....And a bit of Crocus Sativus." "Ah, I see.." he sounded, quietly between bites....Before visibly pausing. "Wait....A bit of what?" "Hm? Crocus Sativus?" Faye inquired lightly, as she rest her head in her hand. "It's more commonly known as Saffron....An Aphrodisiac." The summoner dropped his spoon, feeling his body starting to become..uncomfortably warm and tensed. "Oh, looks like I used enough..." Faye mused, as she moved closer to the summoner's view, and knowingly knelt down so his eyes were level with her... considerable bust. "Well, then we can get to what I really wanted to talk about." The Summoner tried his damnedest to tear his eyes away from the girl's dress, and some exposed cleavage....Fruitlessly. "Now, I know we just got a new recruit." she stated quietly, in her menacing tone. "Miss Palla. Whitewing. You've met, I'm sure..." "Y..Y..Yes.." the summoner stammered, still feebly trying to avert his gaze....his body starting to lightly quiver as his mind wandered. If her outfit went down a few more inches..... "I would never suggest denying our army additional manpower..." Faye added coyly, as she shifted her arms a bit to lightly push her bosom out a bit more, making them look even larger than before. "But...Goodness knows I don't want Alm making eyes at another woman. So, I have a request..." "Y..Y..Yes..?" he feebly sounded, wanting nothing more than to leap onto her, and pop her bust free of her dress, and..... "Put Alm on training duty." she called, squeezing her arms around again. "Double down, even." "D..Double..." the summoner mouthed lightly, prompting a few giggles from the menacing village girl. "I'll decide for myself if she's going to be a problem...." Faye added, lightly inching back. "But until then, you are to bring her and me along in our battles......Understood?" "Y..Y..Yes.." he weakly sounded, finally managing enough willpower to clasp his eyes shut...A soft, lithe finger brushing against his cheek. "You do that..." the girl added, as she leaned into his ear, something soft pressing into his side. "And I'll...help you with your little..Problem. Sound like a deal?" He couldn't think of any way out of this...and he certainly wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up a firm resistance....So... "D..D..D..Deal..!" he sounded out in a shaky stutter, as the feeling of her body suddenly backed away. "Perfect! I'll be waiting then, Summoner!" she mused, back in her usual, pleasant tone. "See you inna bit" The summoner froze for a few moments, seeing the various cooking implements scattered around the kitchen....worrying about what he'd gotten himself into, despite all of the lustful thoughts plaguing him.... 'Gods.....She's....a dangerous woman..' And yet... ====================================================================================================================================================== [Dangerous: Part 1 End] AuthorFaust: as a last little question, Faust wishes to know if the general audience would prefer the story to be limited to just the piddle incidents....Or, if they would like a little...extra added in. [Extra includes Various Adult Activities that may or may not occur. and/or (Tagged before the story) Messing] AuthorFaust: Or, would they prefer it to only be vaguely naughty, as in the previous chapters?
[Dangerous: Part 2] Three..........Four...Five times now, the summoner had dunked his head in a well of cold water.... Trying desperately to calm himself after the morning's deception, still trying to subdue the lingering effects of Faye's meal.... "How was I  supposed to know a girl was going to join our team on her own?" he called to himself, still lightly aflush. "Stupid....freaking.." He shook his head, before starting along the area again, going to do what he'd intended to before the little distraction.... Finally visit the summoning grounds. "Might as well see what I can get with these orbs.." he called to himself as he started to slot in the orbs....flinching as he realized something far too late... "Grah..! I only have five!" he grumbled, gripping his hooded head between two clawed hands. "I thought for sure I had....Gahhhh..!" He mentally chided himself for being so stupid....As the orbs charged into their colored forms...Four red, and a colorless.. "Well...Shit." he quipped to himself, looking at the colorless. Part of him wanted to reach for it, but the thought of another Faye possibly wandering around.. ..... ....... "Top one, don't fail me now!" he called, scooping it up, and starting to slot it into the pedestal. The other orbs lost their color almost immediately, as energy started to swirl around... The crimson orb glowed......And, he raised his tool once more..... BANG Breidabrik fired into the orb, and he waited. Smoke started to pillow out from the pedestal, and he lightly perked up. "Ah..?" Rrrrummblll "AH?!" he sounded even louder, bracing himself for the best...yet feebly trying to temper himself for inevitable failure....Before the all-encompassing light blinded him.....and then.... "You mean I don't have to sleep anymore? I can stay with everyone?" The Summoner's eyes lit up for the first time in days wih pure glee, as he darted forward, and lifted up the summoned hero without pause. A petite girl, with a pink dress, a golden circlet, and long...forest green hair. A blue crystal was held in her grip, but... "Uh huh..!" he called out, excitedly. "You can be with us, forever, Tiki!" There was a small pause as much hugging occurred, before the girl's voice piped up again. "...What about Vegetables?" "We'll see." the Summoner called, lightly pressing on the girl's nose, and turning around. "C'mon, I'll show you around.." "Okay..!" she mused back, holding out her hand for him to take. The Summoner smiled, and started to show her around the base for a time, before a familiar red haired girl interrupted his good time. "Summoner, we've got reports of Emblema invading the world of mystery." Anna stated, quickly. "Muster your troops, and prepare for battle." ".....Yes Ma'am..." the summoner called in a deflated tone, kneeling down to the green haired girl. "We'll play around a bit later, okay? Just get used to the castle, and behave Tiki darling." "Okay, I will!" the girl called in a perky tone, grinning. "Please be safe, summoner!" He grinned back at her, before starting along...Heading out to the courtyard with a bit of spring in his step.... "Woah..! Easy girl...!" The Summoner barely ducked out of the way of a descending Pegasus, seeing a familiar head of dark green..... .... And, contrary to his previous conception, a sizable bottom, covered in very form fitting black spats. The boy found himself blushing once again, his previous lust having resurfaced almost immediately. "Aha...Sorry. Was just taking her for a ride around here." Palla's voice called, as she dismounted the horse.  "Are you feeling okay? You look a little red..." "I..I'm fine.." he lied quickly, trying to avert his eyes from the girls....Even as his view trailed down her legs. It was easy to picture the girl's curves through her uniform, but..... "Oh, you must be Palla.." Faye's voice interrupted, prompting the boy to stand at attention once more. "I'm Faye. It's nice to meet you." "Oh, nice to meet you too." Palla added lightly, holding out a hand for the girl to take. "I got the orders. We're going to head out to help the World of Mystery, right?" "Right." Faye mused, turning her head to look at the summoner...who was struggling to keep his eyes level with hers. "Will Alm be joining us?" The Summoner froze at this.....but remembered the girl's words from earlier, and started to pull on his cloak nervously. "U..Um...he...had a bunch of training he wanted to do.." he answered quickly, glancing along. "But, Seliph should be joining us. And..." "Aww...Well, okay." Faye mused back innocently...and for a moment, the summoner wasn't sure he hadn't made a mistake somehow..... "Well, I brought some drinks. In case we get thirsty." Palla called at this, reaching into a pouch on her pegasus's side to pull out a canteen. "Don't worry, I brought enough for everyone, so drink up." "Oh...S..sure.." the summoner answered, politely taking a cup of it....Faye doing much of the same with...what he thought of as barely concealed intensity in her gaze.....along with her...shockingly calm breathing. He could barely see her ample bosom moving at all as they spoke, and.. .... 'Gah..I need to focus..' he thought to himself, before starting to point forward. "Enough talk! We should make our advance now!" he called out.....awkwardly. "I..I mean..the sooner we get this done, the better, yeah?" "Mmm." Faye sounded in agreement, as the boy turned back to see Seliph arriving....And lead the group on... .... ........... ................ ''Okay, yeah. I need to stop staring at Palla's ass.' the summoner thought to himself as he watched her pegasus swoop her down for another would-be deadly strike...proving their strength against the heroes of the world of mystery.....And freeing them.... ... Or, that was the plan, at least. He knew they were about halfway through the invasion, but before he could lead them towards their next destination, another pegasus swooped down from the skies...a girl with short blue hair, and a similar chemogasm/Breastplate combo to Palla....but, blue appearing. "Sister, is that you?" the girl called, Palla leaping off of her mount to get a better look. "Catria? What's wrong?" the green haired girl responded....As the summoner found himself looking back towards the blue haired girl. In the place of boots, she wore blue thigh-highs instead. And where he saw black material covering thigh with Palla... Catria wore no such covering....Her own leap down from her pegasus making the summoner's addled mind wonder if she had anything on under it.... 'No...No...Bad Summoner...Bad..' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'Don't ogle the girl that we just met..' Her bust was fairly modest as well...But, before he could get a better look at her, Palla quickly strode over to him, pure panic on her face. "Summoner, Please..!"  she remarked sharply, the boy wishing he hadn't missed the last part of the conversation. "We must go after them immediately! You understand, right?' "U..Um...R..right.." he called, Palla's expression softening quickly. "Thank you...!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him in a short, but tight hug. "A..Ahhh...!" He was certain she could feel a certain part of him against her thighs....But, if she minded, she didn't show it outwardly, as she leapt onto her pegasus. "Come on, Let's go!" The summoner nodded a bit, glancing to Faye who kept up her usual, slightly worrying smile...As they chased after.... ... ....... "A....Ahhhh.." The group ended up eventually coming up to a battlezone, the summoner wincing as he looked around. Armored knights, and discarded, bloody tomes scattered the wayside....Yet, as he looked up to see yet another pegasus with a different girl mounted atop it...Even he could see the weight of the situation through his lust-tainted mind. "She's outnumbered..." he called out quietly, seeing the girl lunge with a spear at a foe swordsman. Her lance pierced his throat, and he fell to the ground..... Yet, as he fell, it seemed as if three took his place, wielding different weapons. One holding a long lance, another gripping a heavy-looking axe....And another pulling back the string on a bow.... "Est..!" Palla's voice called, as the girl peeked over in their direction..The boy getting a glance at her. Pink hair, short like Catria.....But, while her outfit was a deep red, she wore long boots like Palla...Though.... "S..Sister..!" she cried out, her lance working to parry an incoming strike aimed at her pegasus....Looking to be her only advantage on the forces on the ground.... "But...archers are strong against Flyers.." he called to himself, scowling. "Shit...Seliph! Faye! I need you to head forward! Catria, Palla! Go save your sister!" A mixed group of affirmations rang out as he sat back..trying to direct them through a quick path towards their target. "I won't let you harm my sister!" Palla's voice cried out as the soliders turned....a few nasty grins on their faces. "Eheh...Look here. Now there's  one girl for each of us." the lance-wielding one called...prompting a scowl from the summoner. "Well, you can have pinky." the axe-wielder called to the lance-wielder. "I like my girls to have some more shape on their bodies, like blue here..." "Oh, so I get the plain green one?" the archer called, starting to aim an arrow. "Fine.... I'm gonna have fun pulling on that long hair." 'Okay, now I just wanna puke..' the summoner scowled, glancing over at Seliph. He darted forward with his legendary sword aloft, but.... "Gah...!" The summoner's guard had been let down for a moment, and when he looked back, Catria had been knocked off of her Pegasus, tumbling to the ground as the axe-wielder started towards her. Though she quickly gripped her lance to strike back, the blade of his axe cleaved the end off of it handily. "Shit...Seliph!" the summoner called as he brought down his blade on the man's shoulder, tearing open a sizable gash with a swift strike..... "Tch..stupid heroes.." the lance-wielder called, plunging his spear into Palla's Pegasus, which left a very sizable wound....Palla leaping off with a bit more grace than her sibling. "I won't forgive you for attacking my sister like that..!" she started, raising her blade to strike back.....Only to have the man butt the back of his spear against her stomach. "I'm not asking for your forgiveness.." he called, sweeping the girl's legs in another fluid move. "No matter how much you scream for it.." The summoner visibly flinched at this...Watching Est's pegasus buck her off to dodge an incoming arrow from the archer. "Iyah....!" Est's voice squeaked out, as the archer paced closer....Kicking her now dropped lance firmly out of reach.... "Oi, check this out..." the lance wielder called, as all eyes on the battlefield turned towards him, and Palla. The Summoner's eyes went wide as he saw the man's spear lift up the front of her dress, and a pool of liquid started to sputter out between her thighs. "This one's pissing herself!" Palla's cheeks burned in shame as the man roughly jabbed at her waist with the blunt side of his spear, clearly doing her body no favors. "I wonder if this one would too." the archer called, pulling back an arrow aimed at Est's head. "You know you'll end up doing it when you die anyways, so might as well give us a show, pinkie!" Est's body quivered, and shook...before the man let his arrow fly.... It missing her head, and planting itself into the ground right behind her. "AHHH...Ahhhh..." the pinkette sounded, before a trickling could be heard...and her own thighs started to glisten with moisture. "Ahahaha! These girls are barely out of diapers, yet they think themselves warriors? How shameful!" "Yeah. Wetting yourself in front of the enemy. Do you sluts have no shame? I mean, come on..." The summoner scowled, gripping Brediabrik, and leering up at the jeering man now hoisting Palla up by her hair. "STOP IT, you MONSTERS!" he cried out to the man, who barely afforded him a distasteful glance. "Shaddup..." the man called, before turning back to his prey.  "We're going to have fun with you, aren't we?" he added, turning his head to look at his comrade in affirmation....freezing after a moment, and suddenly dropping Palla. The summoner started towards the green haired rider immediately at this, his view going from her fallen form.... to the lance-wielding man beside her. 'Okay...So, If I charge him and thrust my weight into his chest, I might be able to.'  he planned to himself as he started to get closer, looking over at the man... Just in time to see his body tumble to the ground....red trickling down the visor of his helmet. "Ah..? What the..." he sounded incredulously, looking for what caused it.....Noticing.... A single arrow....aimed true...Right between the eye holes of his helmet...... Fired by the dusty-blonde villager, who's eyes held a cold, steeled expression of pure malice. "You people disgust me..." she snapped in a low tone, Seliph's own distaste for them apparent in the archer's own marred body....Slashed almost to the point of being unidentifiable. The summoner breathed a sigh of relief, before darting over to the green haired girl, reaching out to help her up. "Palla! Are you okay?" he called out quickly, Seliph helping Catria up, and Faye assisting Est to her feet. "I...I've been better.." she groaned out, wincing. "Are Catria, and Est okay?" "Yeah...Yeah they're fine." the Summoner called, hoisting the girl up onto his shoulder. "C'mon...Let's get you all back to base now..." "Si...sisters.." Est sounded, looking near tears as Faye helped her over...Catria managing to hobble her way over as the trio embraced...Sniffling, some of them soaked, and crying...But, relieved..... The summoner had been anxious for the longest time, but as they all started back, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment...The group managing to pull through their battles with everyone intact.... 'E..Even if their garments are.....' he thought, stifling another flush. 'Are.....' .. No, he couldn't focus on that. Not right now.... .... "W..Well, we've left our...clothes with laundry...." Palla called out to the Summoner, wearing an oversized shirt at this. "So....I'm going to go take over the baths with my sisters right about now." "A..Ah.." the summoner responded, finally feeling the aphrodisiac's effects waning, allowing him the ability to not think of them all stark-naked...rubbing, scrubbing, and otherwise touching at...various sensitive areas of their body. Not that he wouldn't still be thinking it. "O..Okay.." "I'll see you later, Summoner." Palla added lightly, leaning down towards his ear. "Thank you for today. Hope you're as happy to see me again tomorrow." The boy couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he started to head back to his room at this, letting out a small yawn when.... "Summoner." Faye's voice broke the near-silence of the halls, carrying a sort of box, and a bucket. The boy turned with a flinch at this, before glancing down. "Do you...need help?" he offered, the girl shaking her head. "Oh, Oh no..You don't have to.." she assured him, starting along. "Unless you want to carry along the whitewing's soaking wet dresses...and....naughty underthings...." ... He hadn't quite expelled all effects of the aphrodisiac it seemed, as he blushed deeply and nodded, moving to help her lift it up. "So..um..where to?" he asked the girl, who merely smiled and pointed in a vague direction ahead. "Where we won't be seen, of course." she mused, leading him out of the castle.... And a far ways away.....Until he could hear the rushing waters of a nearby river...... "The moon's bright tonight." she called out to him, as she knelt down, and started to fill the bucket with water. "Y..Yeah..It is.." the Summoner absentmindedly responded, as a heavy silence fell over the two...... .... "So, I promised you I'd help with that little...problem you have.." Faye added after a short bit, prompting the boy to flush. "P...P..Problem? Wh..what problem? I d...don't have a problem! No, Honest!" he protested, starting to mentally plead with himself to keep his excitement repressed....As the girl turned her head to look at him. "Lying is bad you know..." she leered at him, the boy's face going from flush to white in mere moments, as she started to move through the box. "As the one on Laundry Duty..." she continued as if he hadn't said anything, starting to set out a few garments. "Responsibility to everyone's sacred undergarments falls to me. Though I would never think of pilfering someone's most intimate wears.....If a certain someone were to desire a bit for some naughty relief...Perhaps I could say it got washed away in the river, and we could...'find' it at a later date." The boy paused for a moment, before blushing once more as he thought about it......The girl's eyes glancing back up at him as she started to pull out some key items. "Perhaps....These oh so soaked spats." the girl started, holding up Palla's black shorts-like garments. "Held firm, and concealing over her thighs, and girlhood....Yet, in the end, they were tormented with her troubled tinkle-tank and are in a thorough needs of a cleansing." The summoner shivered a bit, as the girl reach into the box again. "Or, perchance, one would desire the clothes of someone smaller.." she added, pulling out a pair of pink, lacey panties....similarly darkened around the crotch region. "Form fitting, yet just as susceptible to spraying as any other garment. You could probably still smell her naughty scent if you tried hard enough..." He quivered once more....As the girl then pulled out a pair of white garments....greyed around the crotch, and fairly up the back as well... "Maybe one prefers the plain, but thorough approach.." Faye added, still wearing her casual grin. "Though she hid it better than her siblings, it seems they're less whitewings, and more...Wet wings, if you were to ask me..." The boy blushed at the thought deeper, as Faye turned to look at him once more....holding up the trio of garments. "Or...is there someone else whose garments you wish to....indulge in?" she asked...The boy flinching, and pausing... 'Is there a girl who's underwear I'd want..?' he thought to himself, feeling his body tense up. 'W..well of course..It's..' The girl's eyes seemed to widen at this, as if reading his mind..Before hooking her hands to her dress. "I'm sorry to say, but.." she mused, hoisting it up above her hips again to reveal what he knew he saw the previous night. A perfectly shaven girlhood, creamy thighs.....soft-looking skin, all bare for his eyes to see... "I simply don't wear any." The boy's pants started to tent out wildly at the view, a bit of drool dripping down from his lips...As the girl let out a small...perky giggle. "Goodness, you're an animal." she quipped, lightly. "Getting this worked up over a little view? Surely, you wouldn't be so satisfied with something like..." "Do you need to pee again..?" The words escaped his mouth before she could complete her sentence.....And before he could fully grip the weight of his words. He had lost himself in his lust for a few precious moments, and at even the slightest nudging..... 'Oh Naga, she's going to kill me..' the boy thought to himself, watching as the girl's eyes went from warm...to cold....to a strange lukewarm mixture of the two. "You....want to watch me pee again..?" Faye asked, not quite sounding friendly....But, at the same time, not sounding angry. "Would you rather have that, than someone's underwear?" The boy thought for a few tensed moments, before slowly nodding his head. "I...If you don't mind.." he meekly requested..... Watching...waiting for some kind of telltale response. Would she comply? Would she rebuff him? Would she call him a creep, no better than the people they fought earlier? "I...suppose I could.." she answered a bit oddly, adjusting her dress some more. "Just...do not tell anyone." "I..I won't." he called immediately, as he watched the girl's eyes. They didn't shift from their middle-ground of emotions....Only glance downward as she, for the first time, avoided his gaze.... "Ah....Ahhhhhh...." He could see a clear stream sputtering to life between the girl's lower lips...Spraying the ground beneath her feet fiercely...if not as powerfully as the night before. Her puddle barely nipped at her own heels before it started to sputter to a stop, the girl's body shivering from top to bottom afterwards. "Was...that enough for you?" she asked, a faint tinge of pink finding it's way to her cheeks. "U..Um..Y..Yes..! Yes, it was.." the boy called, feeling his own face burning red, and his body demanding he mentally replay that scene over...and over again.... "Go..Good." Faye called, starting to dunk the girl's undergarments in the water. "Y..You should get back, before anyone wonders where you are." "A..Ah...R..right.." the summoner called, starting to turn away from her. "And.....Summoner.." the girl's voice called out, prompting him to pause, and turn. "Y..Yeah?" "Don't..." "I won't tell anyone. Especially Alm." he answered quickly, the girl visibly flinching. "R..Right..." she stammered, glancing down. "Please..Don't." As the summoner started back towards the castle, she glanced back at the puddle on the ground, and the clothes she was to wash. "He's....really...." .... "Alright...." the summoner called as he made his way back to his room, his mind still burning with the image he'd just witnessed. "Now, I can finally deal with this, and go to..." No sooner had he started towards his bed, did a thumping sound catch his attention, prompting him over to the door. He opened it quietly, seeing a familiar, petite green haired girl, clutching a pillow. "I had a bad dream..." Tiki's voice called, gently rubbing her eyes. "Can...I sleep with you tonight..?" ..... 'Well, not getting that relief tonight..'  he thought to himself, before opening the door, and pulling back his covers. "Sure thing, sweetie." he called, starting to lay down in his bed. "Make yourself comfortable." "Thank you..." Tiki sounded quietly, letting out a small yawn, before immediately starting to doze off. ... ....... "Gods, I wish I could sleep like that." =================================================================================================================================================== {Dangerous: Part 2, End]
Kept you waiting, huh? If memory serves correctly I stumbled long ago in this site on a comment that there is very little fear wetting or not enough fear wetting or something like that. Anyway, my brains immediately started to plan fear wetting story and after months of planning and browsing the internet I came up with this story. It has 4 chapters, I randomly chose names for the persons in this story. Chapter 1 Reika Fushimi was about to fall asleep when bell rang and she startled, everyone packed their books into their shoulder bags and left the class. Reika collected her books and threw them in her bag, stood up and walked out of the class. Corridor was crowded since everyone was asking from each others what they were going to do at the weekend. Reika walked down the corridor, few girls wished her a good weekend. Reika stopped in front of the door, opened it and entered the room. It was girls' bathroom, there was three cubicles on the right side of the room and several sinks on the left. Above the sinks was long mirror. There was no one else in the bathroom, she was supposed to meet there with her friends but looked like they haven't arrived yet. Reika walked to the mirror and looked her reflection. She had long red hair and blue eyes, she was also pretty tall. She was wearing standard school uniform, black blouse and pleated skirt. Door opened and Reika turned to look who came in. Comer was short, had brown hair tied to ponytail and round glasses. Yasuko Kashima was one of the friends Reika was supposed to meet in there, she was also Reika's best friend. "Have you been waiting long?" Yasuko asked. "No, maybe a minute" Reika answered. "I bet that we have to wait for Erika and Haruna for at least ten minutes" Yasuko said. "We always have to wait that long" Reika blurted and leaned against the wall. Yasuko opened her bag, took book from there and started reading it while walking back and forth. Bathroom's door opened and girl walked in. Girl had very long black hair, flawless skin and gorgeous body. Erika Akasaki was everyone's dream girl. Erika was followed by another girl, she was short, had short blonde hair and big green eyes. Many people said that she was Erika's sidekick, her underling but she really was her good friend who carried Erika's and her own bag. She also followed her to everywhere and took notes. Haruna Coda was her name and she was at the moment writing something in her notebook. "What's up, bitches?!" Erika asked. Erika had arrogant and irritating personality but in essence she was reliable and a good friend. "We were supposed to meet ten minutes ago" Reika answered. "It's not my fault that everyone wanted to wish me a good weekend" Erika said. "You could say to them that you're busy and can't talk right now" Reika said. "Are you dumb, I can't do that! Besides Yasuko isn't here" "I'm here" Yasuko answered and walked out from the cubicle. "What were you doing in there bitch?" "I needed to use the toilet, what else would I be doing in there?" Yasuko walked to sink and washed her hands. "I don't know, masturbate?" Erika snarled. "You're such a bitch sometimes" Yasuko said smile on her face. "Hey, fuck you bitch! Anyway I don't want to talk about Yasuko's dirty habits. What are you gals doing this weekend?" "Well, we celebrate Yasuko's birthday tonight" Reika answered. "You have a birthday! And you haven't told me about it!" Erika said while looking at Yasuko. "We told you yesterday" Erika looked confused, she looked at Haruna who turned page on her notebook. "Oh yeah, here it is" Haruna said. "Idiot, you're supposed to tell me about my schedule" Erika said. "Sorry" "Anyway congrats, how old are you?" Erika asked. "She is 20, just like rest of us" Reika said little frustrated. "How are you going to celebrate?" "We haven't decided yet, that's why I wanted to meet in here. Do you have any ideas?" "Oh yes, I have an idea. Let's meet at sunset in the old Shinto shrine" Erika answered with smile on her face. After that she turned around and left the room, Haruna followed her. Yasuko looked at Reika. "Why I get the feeling that this might be a bad idea" Yasuko said. "Aren't they always when Erika suggest something?" Reika blurted. They burst into laughter and left the room. Old Shinto shrine was located within walking distance outside Tokyo. It had been there for centuries but nowadays it was rotten because nobody hasn't refurbished it. Still few people visited there from time to time but despite of that many people thought, that it would be a waste of construction material and time to refurbish it. It was sunset when Reika and Yasuko arrived there. Reika was dressed in denim shorts and black t-shirt, Yasuko was wearing blue dress and shawl. Reika and Yasuko entered the building, hinges creaked when they opened the door. Erika and Haruna were already waiting there. Erika had black skirt and black strapless top, Haruna was dressed in brown pants and white tank top. "Finally, we've been waiting forever" Erika said. "So, what are we doing here?" Reika ignored Erika's sentence. "We celebrate of course" Erika answered. "In here?" Yasuko said. "Duh! Of course in here" Erika answered. Haruna let out short laughter. "I don't think it's a good idea" Reika said. "Fuck you, it's a brilliant idea. Don't be such a wimp" Erika said. She walked to her bag and took few beverage can from there, she tossed one to each one and took one for herself. Reika looked at the beverage can, it was beer. Everyone opened their beer can but Reika didn't, she was still hesitating. "I still think that this is..." Reika said. "Don't be such a wimp" Yasuko interrupted her and took a long sip from beer can. Reika looked at Yasuko for a moment, opened the beer can and took a sip. Yasuko was talking with Haruna and Erika was outside peeing, Reika was sitting at the bench and was looking at the shrine. Erika came back in, walked to Reika and sat down next to her. "You still think that this was bad idea?" Erika asked. Reika turned her head so she could see Yasuko. "Important thing is that Yasuko is happy, it's her birthday" Reika answered. Erika turned her head also and looked at Yasuko. "She looks happy" Erika blurted. Yasuko and Haruna burst into laughter, laughed for a while and then walked to Reika and Erika. They were both little drunk. Reika had drank one beer and Erika had several but she was sober. "Do you still have beer?" Yasuko asked. Erika looked in her bag and shook her head, Haruna let out short sigh with disappointment. Erika picked up cigarette pack from bag and took cigarette from it. "Wait, are you going to smoke in here?" Reika asked. "Yeah" Erika answered. Erika took lighter from her bag and lit the cigarette. She put lighter back in her bag and while doing that cigarette fell to the floor. "Shit!" she cursed. Floor caught fire and it started to spread fast. "Oh shit, run!" Erika yelled. They quickly ran outside and turned around to look at the building, it was fully in flames and building started to collapse. "Let's get out of here!" Erika yelled. "Shouldn't we call fire department?" Haruna asked. "Do what you want, I'm outta here" Erika answered, turned around and ran away. Haruna, Reika and Yasuko glanced each other, then turned around and ran into different directions. Next morning Reika woke up tired, last evening's events were still going through her head. She got up, yawned and walked out of her room. She walked down the corridor to the end. On her left was doorway to the kitchen and living room, in front of her was front door and on her right was bathroom door. Reika entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She locked it and walked to the toilet, pulled down her white panties and sat down. She relaxed and emptied her bladder. Reika wiped herself clean with toilet paper, pulled up panties and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands and left the room. Reika walked to the kitchen, living room and kitchen were in the same room. Reika made coffee and sat down to couch, her laptop was on the coffee table. She turned it on and opened web browser. Reika typed news web address and took a sip from coffee cup while waiting page to open. Page opened and Reika spat coffee from her mouth, first headline was: Old Shinto shrine burned near Tokyo, one casualty. Reika quickly opened the article and read it. Victim was little girl whose body was found from the building's backroom, her friends said that they were playing hide and seek when building suddenly was burning. Finally there was mentioned that police is investigating incident. Reika drank rest of the coffee and hastened to her room. She took cellphone from the desk and typed: Meeting at coffee shop, ASAP! then she sent it to Yasuko, Erika and Haruna. Reika put on same clothes she had last evening and put cellphone in her pocket, hurried to the front door and left her apartment. Coffee shop was few blocks away from Reika's apartment. Erika, Yasuko and Haruna also lived nearby. When Reika arrived to the coffee shop, all three were already there. Reika walked to the table where they were sitting and sat next to Yasuko. Erika was wearing blue jeans and black tank top, Yasuko had blue t-shirt and pink skirt. Haruna was dressed in black dress. "What was so important that we have to meet immediately?" Erika asked. "Haven't you seen the news?" Reika asked. "I don't read news" Erika answered. Reika looked at Yasuko and Haruna but they both shook their head. "It was on the news, the fire. There was one casualty" Reika whispered. Erika opened her mouth but no single word came out, she looked pale. Yasuko and Haruna looked like they were about to burst into tears. "Who...who was the victim?" Erika was able to ask. "Little girl, there was no mention how old she was" Reika answered. Haruna stood up and hurried towards the bathrooms, holding her hand in front of her mouth. "Why did she drank so much if she can't handle it?" Erika muttered while looking at Haruna. "Don't you understand? you killed a little girl!" Reika said. "Don't blame me, we're all in this together" Erika snarled. "You're the one who started smoking in there" Yasuko said. "You could've stop me" Erika answered. "Wasn't it enough to desecrate that place by drinking? you had to smoke in there as well" Reika said. "Hey fuck you!" Erika snarled. "No, fuck you!" Reika yelled. "I'm not gonna listen to this" Erika said and stood up. "I'm going shopping" she continued and walked away. "She is such a bitch" Yasuko said. "Indeed" Reika stated. Haruna came back and sat down, she still looked little nausea. "Where is Erika" she asked. "She went shopping" Yasuko answered. "So what do we do?" Haruna asked. "We talk to police" Yasuko suggested. "No, maybe it's better that we just forget it" Reika said. She glanced Yasuko and Haruna, they both nodded their head. It was sunset and Erika was on her way to her apartment, she had spent whole day shopping but she didn't bought any clothes. She had only bought cup of coffee and big cup of lemonade. She started to regret it, since there was still long way to walk to her apartment and she started to feel strong urge to go to the bathroom. Erika tried to walk normally but from time to time she had to put her hands between her legs. Luckily that part of city wasn't crowded like downtown and at this hour there wasn't anyone outside anymore. Erika stopped in the middle of intersection, she was still two blocks away from her apartment and she was almost at her limit. She crossed her legs, put her hands between her legs and bend her knees. "I should've use the bathroom when I had a chance" Erika muttered. She bounced few times and stomped the ground, pressure in her bladder eased a little and she was able to stand normally. She started walking but stopped after few steps, air around her felt oppressive and somehow dense. She started walking again but stopped, there was something on the hill that was on her left side. She didn't hear it, she felt it. Erika looked in that direction, on the hill in the middle of the road was standing a little girl. Girl had red dress and long black hair, Erika couldn't see her face from that far away. Erika smiled nervously to the girl and continued walking. She had taken only few steps when she heard something, it sounded like gust but there wasn't any wind. Erika turned around, that girl she had just seen was standing where she had been standing, how did she get there so fast? "Hello?" Erika said cautiously. Girl didn't say anything, she was just standing there looking at the ground. Erika still couldn't see girl's face, because girl's hair was covering it. "Are you okay?" Girl didn't answer, she was just standing like a statue. What was that awful smell? like something had burned. Suddenly girl raised her gaze, Erika was now able to see her face. It was completely burned and disfigured. Girl's eyes were glowing red. Erika took a step backward and when she blinked her eyes, girl had suddenly appeared right in front of her. Erika stumbled on her own legs and fell on her bottom. "What the fuck?!" She quickly stood up, turned around and ran. After running half a block she glanced behind, girl had disappeared. Erika didn't stop, she continued running. Soon she reached her apartment, she quickly took key from her pocket, opened the door and went inside. She stood in small hallway, Erika turned around to make sure that the door was locked. "It was your fault" it was barely a whisper but sounded like it was shouted to her. Erika gasped heavily and turned around, there wasn't anyone in the hallway but Erika was sure it had been little girl's voice. She was slightly scared and didn't realize that warm liquid was running down her legs into her shoes and to the floor while she looked around. Little by little she was able to calm down, there wasn't anyone else in the hallway. Erika took a step towards bathroom door that was on her right but stopped and looked down. Her jeans were soaking wet from crotch to all the way down, it also felt like her bottom was wet. Only sides of her jeans were dry. Shoes were full of warm liquid and there was enormous dark patch on the carpet. "Eww what is this?" It took Erika awhile to realize that she didn't need to use the bathroom anymore. "Gross!" Erika took off her shoes and walked to the bathroom, she kept her legs outstretched and walked on her toes. Yasuko was in panic, she could swear that some woman was following her. Ever since she left the coffee shop, she have had the feeling that someone was following her. She had been walking around the neighbouring area whole evening. She couldn't stop thinking about the little girl they had killed or rather Erika had, it was her fault. Few moments ago she had definitely seen that someone disappeared in the shadows when she looked behind, that's when she started running. After running couple blocks she felt like she wasn't able to run anymore but she kept on running. Occasionally she glanced behind and saw a glimpse of someone standing in the shadows, definitely a woman. Finally after running few more blocks, she was at her apartment. Yasuko was so panicked that she dropped her keys first but was able to open the door eventually. Yasuko locked the door and walked to the living room on her left and looked out from the window, she didn't see anyone outside. Yasuko pulled curtains to cover the window and sighed in relieve, she walked across the room to bedroom. Bed was on the right side of the room and on the left was wardrobe and desk, on the desk was laptop. Yasuko sat on the chair and turned on the laptop, she opened web browser and typed news web address. Yasuko gasped as she looked at the first headline, Shrine fire's victim had been 8 year old. Yasuko turned off the laptop, she wanted to cry but she knew that it wouldn't help. There wasn't anything she could do to bring that girl back. Yasuko was tired and decided to go to bed. She took off her clothes and walked to living room, she wanted to visit bathroom before going to bed. She was halfway through living room when she heard a noise, it was coming from the window. Yasuko didn't want to go near the window only wearing orange bra and panties but sounded like someone was knocking the window. She walked to the window and peeked from between curtains, she didn't see anyone. Then without warning a woman appeared outside the window and was staring Yasuko. Woman was tall, she had black hair and she was wearing surgery mask and long white dress. Yasuko shrieked, stumbled while running to the bathroom wich was opposite front door. She locked the bathroom door and fell on her bottom when something hit the door hard. "Go away, leave me alone!" Yasuko yelled while she backed away until she hit the wall. Something hit the door again and sounded like someone was scratching the door. "Stop it!" Yasuko was trembling in fear. Yasuko looked down confused, she had suddenly felt odd feeling spreading at her crotch. Urine was gushing through her panties and formed a slowly growing puddle under her bottom. There she was sitting next to the toilet and wetting herself in fear, she was so afraid that she only felt slightly embarrassed. Yasuko didn't notice that scratching had stopped because her brains still tried to fully understand what had happened. Reika woke up screaming, she sat up and breathed fast. She was sweating and trembling in fear. She had seen so many nightmares during night, problem was that she had no memory of what had happened in them but she had never been so afraid. Reika looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost noon. Reika was about to stand up when she felt it, her bed was soaking wet. She kicked quilt away, bedsheet was almost completely soaked in urine. Reika's panties were like they had been under water. Judging by the size of wet patch on the bedsheet and her soaking wet panties, she probably had at least couple accidents during night. Reika stood up and removed bedsheet, it would take awhile before mattress would be dry. Reika walked out of her room and went to the bathroom. She put bedsheet into the washing machine, removed her panties and bra and put them in the washing machine as well. After taking a long shower she returned to her room and took clean clothes from wardrobe. Red panties and bra, dark blue jeans and black t-shirt. Reika got dressed and walked to the desk, she took her mobile phone and checked it. She had received a message, it was from Erika: Tennis today in school gymnasium at 7PM bitch. Reika typed: I hope you're ready to lose! and sent it to Erika. Soon she received a message from Erika: Only in your dreams. Reika smiled and walked to the kitchen. She made coffee and sat down to couch, took laptop from the coffee table and turned it on. She quickly checked news, there wasn't anything new. Reika took a sip from cup and decided to browse around the internet just for fun. When Reika arrived to girls' locker room it was empty, she knew that Erika and Haruna were always late. While waiting she changed her clothes to sportswear, gray shorts and gray sleeveless shirt. Locker room's door opened when she was putting on shoes, Erika and Haruna walked in. Erika had blue tank top and black jeans. Haruna was wearing light blue jeans and pink t-shirt. "Where is Yasuko?" Erika asked immediately. "Probably on her way" Reika answered. "Call her" Erika and Haruna began to change their clothes, Reika took her phone from locker and chose Yasuko's number from it. "No answer" Reika said after a while, she put phone back to the locker. "Well let's go, get ready to lose Reika!" Erika said and took tennis racket from sport bag. "Only in your dreams" Reika smirked and took her tennis racket from her bag. Erika and Haruna both had black shorts and black t-shirt, they left the locker room first and Reika followed them. It wasn't Yasuko's style to be late, she was always on time. Reika prayed that Yasuko was alright. Yasuko was still feeling dirty, even after taking couple showers. She woke up in the morning sitting on puddle of her own urine, she had been so scared last night that she didn't dare to leave the bathroom. Yasuko cursed while running down the street, she had been hiding in the bathroom whole day and had noticed Erika's message few minutes ago. She had quickly collected her sportswear and tennis racket and was now on her way to the school. She hoped that Erika and Haruna were late as usual. She was couple blocks away from school when her mobile phone started ringing. She took phone from her pocket without stopping and looked it, caller was Reika. She was about to answer when someone appeared in front of her from the shadows and Yasuko stopped like she had ran to the wall. Phone fell from her hand and she took few steps backward when she realized who was standing in front of her, same woman who had been outside her apartment last night. "What do you want?" Yasuko asked. "Am I beautiful?" woman asked. This woman was obviously crazy. "Yes" Yasuko answered. Woman slowly removed surgery mask. "How about now?" Yasuko gasped and backed away. "Yes" Yasuko answered, she wanted to look away. Woman approached Yasuko and soon Yasuko's screams echoed in the night. "You lost!" Erika said. Reika sat on the floor and panted. "You were lucky this time" Reika answered. They were at the gymnasium, Reika and Erika had just played tennis match and Reika had lost clearly. "Your turn Haruna" Reika said and stood up. "Giving up?" Erika smiled. "No, I just have to use the bathroom and I try to call Yasuko again" Reika answered and walked towards the stairs that led to the locker room. "Hurry up bitch" "Fuck you" Reika blurted. "I was talking to Haruna!" "Well, fuck you anyway" Reika ascended the stairs and went to the locker room, she walked to the locker where her belongings were. She took her phone and chose Yasuko's number. After couple seconds Reika heard mobile phone ringing and it was coming from the locker room. Reika looked around, it seemed like phone was ringing in the area where showers were. She walked to the end of the room, there was short corridor that led to the shower area. "Yasuko?" Reika peeked in the shower area. Yasuko was sitting on the floor, she had blue dress. She was looking at the wall. Reika disconnected call. "Yasuko, are you alright?" "Do you think I'm beautiful?" Yasuko asked. "What?" Reika walked closer. "Am I beautiful?" "Well yes, I think you are beautiful" "How about now?" Yasuko turned her head. Reika shrieked and stumbled backward. Yasuko's face was mutilated, her mouth was slit from ear to ear. Blood was gushing from her mouth, there was huge pool of blood in front of Yasuko. "Oh god! What have you done?!" Reika fell on her bottom and she dropped her phone. "She made me beautiful" Yasuko said. "Who? What are you talking about?" "It hurts but now I'm beautiful" Yasuko spat blood from her mouth. Yasuko slowly stood up and turned to face Reika. "I make you beautiful too" Yasuko said and slowly walked towards Reika. Reika now noticed bloody scissors that Yasuko was holding in her right hand. "No! Stop!" What ever had happened to Yasuko, it had pushed her over the edge. Reika watched in horror as her best friend approached her. "Yasuko stop! let me call for help" But Yasuko wasn't listening, Reika stood up and ran. "Don't leave me!" Yasuko said. Reika ran to the locker where Erika's and Haruna's belongings were, she searched their bags but couldn't find their phones. "Reika?" Yasuko's voice was different, she sounded scared. Reika opened other locker and hid in it, it was large enough for her. "I thought you were my friend, you were my best friend" Yasuko said while she slowly walked around the room. Yasuko's voice and words were heartbreaking. "I wanted to make you beautiful" Yasuko was close to Reika's hiding place. Reika slapped her hand over her mouth and tried not to scream, tears were running down her cheeks. Yasuko stopped in front of Reika's hiding place. Reika could see Yasuko from small air hole, she was pale. Suddenly Reika heard loud pitter-patter and something was splashing on her legs, she looked down in horror. Steady stream of urine was gushing from her crotch and partly ran down her left leg. Reika couldn't believe it, she was actually so scared of her best friend, that she was wetting herself in fear. "Reika? I'm scared" Yasuko was walking again but she was moving even slower than before. Reika didn't know how long she was hiding there but it felt like an eternity, she didn't hear Yasuko anymore. Reika opened locker and stepped out. She heard girl's laugh and it was coming from the locker where she had just been, Reika turned around. Little girl in red dress was standing in the locker, she had long black hair and her skin was burned and disfigured, girl was laughing. Reika stepped backward, slipped on blood trail and fell on her back. Girl laughed more and then she suddenly vanished. Reika was breathing fast, she sat up and looked around to see where girl had gone. When she looked on her left she saw Yasuko laying on the floor next to her. Reika screamed and backed away, soon she realized that Yasuko wasn't moving. "Yasuko?" Reika slowly stood up, her legs were trembling and she was barely able to stand. Reika circled around Yasuko and when she saw Yasuko's face, she knew that she was dead. Yasuko's eyes were wide open and just staring. "Finally, what took you so long?" Erika said when Reika walked to gymnasium. Reika didn't listen, she leaned against the wall and tried to find strength to talk. "What's wrong?" Haruna asked. "Yasuko..." Reika was able to answer. "Where is that bitch?" Erika said. "Yasuko...s...she...she's...she's dead" "What! How? When?" Haruna asked. "She's in the locker room, she...she did something to herself" Reika answered. Haruna walked towards the stairs but Reika stopped her. "No, don't go in there. We...we have to call the police, Erika where is your phone?" "It's behind you on the floor" Erika answered. "Haruna call the police, I can't..." Reika said before she collapsed on the floor, exhausted from grief. "Help her! I call the police" Haruna said and ran to the phone. Erika ran to Reika and kneeled beside her but didn't know what to do. End of Chapter 1 I'll wait few days and then post the Chapter 2.
Chapter 2 Reika, Erika and Hasuna stood outside school and watched as Yasuko's body was moved into ambulance. Haruna had been crying whole time, Erika was pale and looked like she was about to pass out. Reika couldn't get the picture of Yasuko's face off her memory, Yasuko's final words also echoed in her ears. Reika hadn't thought about the little girl but she knew it had to be the victim who was burned in the Shrine's fire. Female police officer walked to them. She was long and skinny, she had blonde hair and friendly smile. "My name is Kyoko Igarashi, I need you to come to the police station. I have few questions for you" she said. Haruna didn't say anything, Erika nodded briefly and Reika was still looking at the ambulance where Yasuko's body was. Kyoko pointed towards police car near their position. Erika, Reika and Haruna sat on the backseat and Kyoko sat behind the wheel. Luckily they were allowed to put on their normal clothes. Reika's shorts had been stained by the blood, not to mention the urine. Nobody had saw that she had wet herself, she was still wearing her panties which were soaked. Underneath her jeans nobody couldn't see them, she prayed that nobody wouldn't be able to smell it. Reika looked at Haruna, she was still crying. Her eyes were reddish and her cheeks wet from tears. Reika was sitting between Haruna and Erika, so Reika turned her head on her right and looked at Erika. Erika was still pale and she looked out from the window. Kyoko turned on the engine and hit the accelerator. Haruna sat at the table in small room, there wasn't anything else except big mirror on the wall. Haruna knew it was one-way mirror and someone was probably watching her. Haruna was nervous. After they arrived to the police station, each one of them had been taken to separate rooms. Haruna drummed table with her fingers. She had been sitting there probably half an hour and she had drank maybe little too much water when they were playing tennis, she had felt slight desperation fifteen minutes ago and every minute her desperation increased. Finally door opened and Kyoko walked in, she had folder with her. "Sorry you had to wait so long" Kyoko said and sat down opposite Haruna. Haruna opened her mouth to ask if she could use the bathroom but Kyoko interrupted her. "This will be over soon, just a few questions" Kyoko put folder on the table and paged through the files. Haruna put her hands between her legs and squeezed them together, she bounced her legs and pressed her crotch with her hands. Kyoko was still paging through the files and Haruna's heart was beating like a drum. She was scared, at this rate she would soon... "Oh god!" Haruna cried out when she felt warmness spreading in her pants. Her bottom quickly became wet, urine soaked chair and splashed on the floor like it was poured from the bucket. Splashing sound resounded in the room, to Haruna it sounded like artillery. Kyoko raised her gaze from the folder, looked under the table and then Haruna. Haruna felt herself blushing. "I'm so sorry, I was scared and I tried to tell you that I have to go to the bathroom" "It's okay, you're not the first one who's having an accident during the interrogation" Kyoko said kindly. "Could we get couple towels in here?" Kyoko asked while looking at the mirror. Haruna turned her gaze to the floor, she was still holding her hands between her legs and they were wet and warm. Kyoko was reading some file when door opened and male police officer walked in, he was bald and had beard. He put pile of towels on the table and looked briefly at Haruna, he was obviously disgusted. "Now disappear" Kyoko said to officer. "Pathetic" Haruna heard man saying when he left the room. "Sorry about that" Kyoko said. "Here you go, you can use these to clean up" Kyoko pushed towel pile closer to Haruna. Haruna took a towel and stood up, then she turned her back on Kyoko. She had never been so embarrassed. Chair was completely wet and there was large puddle on the floor under the chair. It took nearly five minutes and four towels to dry the chair and the floor. Luckily only Haruna's bottom appeared to be wet so she used only one towel to dry some of it, then she put towel on the chair and sat on it. "Let's begin, could you tell me what happened tonight?" Kyoko asked. Haruna took a deep breath and told everything what she knew, Kyoko took notes and nodded from time to time. "Could it be possible that Reika killed Yasuko?" Kyoko asked after Haruna had finished. "Yasuko was Reika's best friend, she didn't kill her" Haruna snarled. "Well who would do this to Yasuko?" Kyoko put five pictures on the table. Haruna looked at them, in every picture was Yasuko's face. "Oh my god!" Haruna slapped her hand on her mouth when she realized what had happened to Yasuko. "She bled to death" Kyoko said. "Reika didn't kill her! I'm sure of it" "Very well, what do you know about Shinto shrine's fire?" "What?" if Haruna hadn't wet herself earlier, she would do it now. She was frightened and her bladder muscle relaxed while she tried to keep herself calm. "Eyewitnesses saw four girls running from the Shrine when it started burning. You, Erika, Reika and Yasuko fit the description" Kyoko said. "I only know what I have read from the news" Kyoko looked Haruna in the eyes for a long time, then she picked up the photos from the table and stood up. "You can go, I have no more questions" Kyoko walked to the door and opened it. Haruna stood up and hurried past Kyoko out from the room. Reika sat up, her heart was beating rapidly and she was sweating. Her phone's alarm clock was ringing, she picked up her phone and turned off the alarm. Reika couldn't believe that it was already Monday, weekend had felt so short. She had seen nightmares again and she had no memory of them. Worst part was that she hadn't been able to wake up. She suddenly remembered what had happened last time and she quickly raised quilt. Reika sighed in relief, this time she didn't wet the bed but soon she realized how full her bladder was. She got up from the bed, walked towards the door and stopped. She wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom like this. She put her left hand between her legs, squeezed her knees together and walked on her toes. Her bladder screamed for relief at every step she took. It felt like she didn't move at all, bathroom was so far away. Reika didn't even bother to close the bathroom door behind her. She walked to the toilet, yanked her panties down and sat down. As soon as she sat down, she couldn't control it anymore and she started peeing. Reika let out long sigh of relief, if she had slept any longer or the distance to the bathroom had been longer, she would definitely had an accident. After she emptied her bladder, she wiped herself with toilet paper, pulled panties up and flushed the toilet. She washed her hands and walked to the kitchen. Reika made coffee, sat on the couch and turned on the laptop. She checked news, there wasn't any mention about Yasuko's death. Reika didn't believe that Yasuko had committed suicide, Yasuko had said 'she made me beautiful' so Reika believed that someone had attacked Yasuko. Or Yasuko had lost her mind but Reika didn't believe that either. Reika felt few tears running down her cheeks and quickly wiped her eyes and cheeks with her hands. She searched the internet for anything that could help but couldn't find anything. Haruna was better with this kind of things, maybe she could find something. Reika looked at the clock, she had been searching the internet for an hour. Reika turned off the laptop and hurried to the bedroom. She put on her school uniform, grabbed her bag and left her apartment. Reika had different lessons than Erika and Haruna in the morning so she met them as late as lunchtime in school cafeteria. Erika and Haruna were sitting at the table where they always sat, Reika walked to them and sat opposite Erika. "How are you?" Haruna asked. Reika raised her shoulders. "Did that cop asked lot questions from you?" Erika asked and looked at Reika and Haruna. "I was there about fifteen minutes" Reika answered. "Me too" Erika said. They looked at Haruna. "She only asked few questions from me" Haruna answered and looked to the floor. "Did you tell her about Shrine's fire?" Erika asked. "No" "Then what is wrong with you?" Erika asked frustrated. "I was so scared that I peed in my pants before she even asked first question" Haruna raised her gaze. Erika gave a laugh but Reika put her right hand on Haruna's hand and smiled kindly to her, then she looked at Erika. "Haven't you ever been scared of police?" Reika asked. "Of course not and only little girls pee their pants" Erika answered. "Fuck you Erika!" Haruna said. "So what do we do today?" Erika asked. Erika looked at Haruna who raised her shoulders, she turned her gaze to Reika who raised her shoulders too. "Oh come on! you probably have some ideas" Erika said. "It's so difficult without Yasuko" Reika said, few tears ran down her cheeks. "I miss her" Haruna was looking at the floor. "Yeah I miss her too" Erika said. There was long silence moment, no-one spoke a single word. "Excuse me" female voice said near them. Erika, Haruna and Reika raised their gaze from the floor. Woman was short, little chubby and had short brown hair and big glasses. She was school's headmaster. "Could you three come to my office right now?" she asked. Reika gazed Haruna and Erika, they also looked surprised. "Sure Mrs Sameshima" Erika answered. They stood up and followed Mrs Sameshima. Headmaster's office was large and filled with bookshelves and file cabinets. Mrs Sameshima sat down on the chair behind the desk, Erika, Haruna and Reika stood in front of the desk. "You've got nothing to fear, don't be so tense" Mrs Sameshima said. Reika looked at Haruna and Erika. Haruna had been standing as stiff as board, even Erika had been tensed. "I heard about Yasuko ten minutes ago" Mrs Sameshima said. Reika, Haruna and Erika quickly gazed each other. "If you need any help to get over this, you can talk to school nurse or me. You don't have to be alone with this. I know this is hard for you, so I give you rest of the week free" "Thank you Mrs Sameshima" Erika said, since Reika and Haruna stood silently. "You can go now" Mrs Sameshima said. Reika, Haruna and Erika quickly left headmaster's office without running. No-one spoke until they reached school yard. "Whole week without school" Haruna said. "So what do we do now?" Reika asked. "I'm going for a swim, see you later" Erika answered and walked off. "I'm going to the coffee shop" Reika said. "Wait, I come with you" Haruna said. Coffee shop was almost empty when they arrived, they walked to the table where they always sat and sat down. Short, blonde waitress walked to them. "Hello gals! Where is Yasuko and Erika?" she asked. "Hello Mayumi, Erika is going for a swim" Reika answered. "And Yasuko?" "She...she is dead" Haruna said. "What?!" Mayumi turned pale and sat next to Haruna. "How?" Mayumi looked at Haruna and then turned her gaze to Reika. "We..we are not sure" Haruna answered. "I go get coffee for you, then tell me everything" Mayumi stood up and walked to get coffee. She soon came back with two cups of coffee and gave them to Haruna and Reika, then she sat next to Haruna. Reika took a long sip from the cup, took a deep breath and told what had happened in the locker room. Only things she didn't tell was that she had wet herself and that she had saw little girl. Haruna and Mayumi were pale when Reika finished speaking. "What did she meant by 'she made me beautiful'?" Mayumi asked after awhile. "I don't know, I think someone attacked her" Reika answered. She drank rest of the coffee and looked Haruna and Mayumi. Haruna was thinking something and Mayumi was wiping her eyes. "I...I have to go back to work" Mayumi said when two customers walked in, she stood up and walked away. "You obviously have something in your mind" Reika said to Haruna, who was writing something in her notebook. "I have to check few things before I can be certain" Haruna stood up and put notebook in her bag. "Are you coming?" Haruna asked. "You go ahead, I have to use the bathroom" Reika answered. Haruna put her hand on Reika's shoulder and squeezed it a little. "Call me if you need someone to talk to" Haruna said. "Yeah, thanks Haruna" Reika stood up and walked towards the bathrooms. She wasn't really that desperate but she decided to use the bathroom just in case. Girls' bathroom was small, there was two cubicles, few sinks and small mirror above sinks. Reika walked to the first cubicle and closed the door, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet. Reika shut her eyes and relaxed, muffled sound of urine hitting the water lasted few seconds and stopped. Reika dried herself with paper, pulled her panties up and flushed the toilet. She opened the door and walked to the sink. She washed her hands, then bend over and threw water on her face. Reika closed faucet and kept her eyes closed when she straightened herself. She opened her eyes and looked her reflection, she looked little pale. Something else caught her eyes on the mirror, a figure standing behind her. Blue dress, brown hair and mouth slit from ear to ear, Yasuko! Reika quickly turned around, her heart was beating fast but she didn't see anyone. Had it really been Yasuko or was it just her imagination, they had been talking about Yasuko few minutes ago so it could be her imagination. Reika quickly dried her face and hands on the paper and left the room. When she was outside bathroom she peeked to the bathroom before door closed, that little girl was standing there and then she was gone. Reika shook her head, probably her imagination but she couldn't stop the fear that was slowly filling her. Public swimming pool was totally empty, there was only few members of staff like lifeguard. Erika liked it that way, she would be able to swim in peace. When Erika walked to the pool from shower room, female lifeguard gazed her briefly. Lifeguard was wearing red bikini, she had red hair and a whistle hanging around her neck. Erika was wearing skintight pink swimsuit. Erika stretched for a moment before she jumped in the pool. Water was warm and felt good. Erika lost track of time while swimming, she had always loved swimming. Lifeguard was circling around the pool from time to time. When Erika finally got out from the pool, lifeguard had gone somewhere. Erika had felt slight pressure on her bladder some time ago but didn't want to leave the pool so she swam until pressure in her bladder was almost unbearable. She pressed her crotch with hands and crossed her legs few times, perhaps she waited little too long. She wiggled her bottom, bent her legs in turns and bit her lip. Pressure eased up only little but she was now able to walk. She hurried to the corridor that led to girls' shower room. Bathroom was on the other side of the room, just a few more steps. Suddenly Erika heard giggling, it resounded in the room so it was hard to locate where it was coming from. "Damn kids" Erika muttered to herself. She was at the bathroom door, her hand was on the doorhandle. More giggles but this time it didn't resound in the room, it was coming from nearby. Erika turned her gaze to the left. There was row of showers on the area which was like a corridor, at the end of that area was little girl. Girl with long black hair and red dress! Erika couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. She was completely paralysed by fear. Fear took over her body and overflowed through her bladder. Urine ran down her legs, it smarted her thighs and splashed on the floor. Erika realized that there wasn't anyone else in the room, it was that girl who had been giggling. Erika's heart was beating fast, she was afraid that it might jump out from her chest. Suddenly girl just disappeared and then girl's laugh echoed in the room. Erika took a step backward, slipped and fell on her bottom. She crawled on all fours towards the corridor that led to swimming pool, trickles of urine were still running down her legs. When she reached the corridor, she stood up and ran without looking behind. Corridor turned few times and then she was at the pool but when she was at the end of the corridor, she fell forward like someone had just grabbed her from the ankles. She hit her head on the floor before she fell into the pool. Haruna was writing her thoughts in the notebook and wasn't really watching where she was going. Occasionally she bumped into other persons and briefly apologized before she continued her walking. Light around her suddenly dimmed and she raised her gaze from the notebook, she had walked in the tunnel. Haruna stopped for awhile to figure out where she was going, then she put notebook to her bag and continued walking. Tunnel was pretty well illuminated but it was too dim for Haruna's liking. Tunnel had sidewalk and roadway, at the moment there wasn't any cars passing by or other persons walking. Haruna was halfway when lights suddenly switched off and because tunnel was long and curve, she couldn't see either end of the tunnel. It was pitch-dark, she couldn't see anything. Before Haruna even managed to start swearing, a single light switched on right above her. It illuminated only small area around her. "Just my luck" Haruna muttered. Without warning a man walked past Haruna right in front of her, Haruna let out short shriek. Man ignored her, he walked like a zombie. Then Haruna realized that she could see right through man, man was grayish like a ghost. Man kept walking until Haruna couldn't see him anymore, then dozens more men walked past Haruna. They all were grayish like a first man and they all ignored Haruna. Haruna's breathing was shallow, her every muscles were tensed. She felt strong urge to go to the bathroom. When every men had walked so far that Haruna couldn't see them anymore, she instantly heard laughing. Haruna turned around, little girl with long black hair and red dress was looking at her and laughing. Girl's face was burned and disfigured, her eyes were shut. Indescribable fear struck to Haruna, that girl was probably the victim of Shrine's fire. There was no doubt in Haruna's mind, that girl had to be reason for those ghosts Haruna had just saw. Girl opened her eyes, they were glowing red. Haruna could only stand there and stare into those eyes, she couldn't turn her gaze away. Next thing she knew was that she had lost her bladder control. Urine gushed instantly through her panties and partly soaked her skirt, ran down her legs into her shoes and splashed on the asphalt. Girl giggled, it was too much for Haruna. She turned around and ran. While running she noticed that ghosts had formed a circle around her and the girl. Haruna was briefly aware that she ran through ghosts, she kept running even though she couldn't see anything. Erika spat water from her mouth and then she started to cough, she had water in her lungs. Someone turned Erika on her side and Erika could cough water out from her lungs more easily. "Let it all out, good girl" female voice said. Erika turned her head and saw lifeguard's face. She was on her knees beside Erika, lifeguard was wet so Erika deduced that she had saved her from drowning. "That was too close, you almost drowned. What happened?" lifeguard said. "Cramp, I had cramp in both legs" Erika made up hastily. "Stay put, I call paramedic" "No! I don't need paramedic, I'm fine" Erika stood up, her legs were trembling. Erika didn't want to take any kind of chances that someone would find out that she had wet herself like a little girl. It was probably only in her mind but she could swear that she still felt urine burning her legs and crotch. Before lifeguard had a chance to say anything, Erika ran to the girls' shower room and to the locker room. She quickly dried herself with towel, put on her school uniform without taking swimsuit off or putting on panties and bra. She shoved panties and bra into her bag and left the locker room. Reika was lying on the bed in her room, she was looking at the wall without really focusing into anything. There was so much going on in her head that she couldn't think. Reika heard sounds coming from the living room, she stood up and slowly walked to her room's door. There was nobody in the corridor so Reika walked to the end of the corridor and peeked in the living room. There was two figures standing in the middle of the living room. Girl with brown hair and blue dress, second figure was woman with long white dress and black hair. Woman was slitting girl's face with scissors, woman stepped aside and Reika was able to recognize the girl, Yasuko! "She made me beautiful" Yasuko said happily while looking at Reika. Woman turned around, her face was also slit from ear to ear. "We make you beautiful too" Yasuko said, then she and woman approached Reika. Reika was too scared to move, soon Yasuko and woman reached Reika. They both raised their right hand where scissors were. "No!" Reika woke up, she was screaming as loud as she could. Reika looked around, she was in her room on her bed. Reika quickly felt her face with her hands, it appeared to be intact. It was all just a dream but now she knew exactly what had happened to Yasuko. Reika looked at the clock, it was almost nine in the morning. She took her phone from the table, she had received a text message from Haruna at the same time she had woken up: Meeting at the coffee shop immediately. Reika put her phone back on the table and was about to get up when it all happened so fast. Yasuko had suddenly appeared standing next to Reika. Reika felt like she had ran to the wall, warm and wet feeling spread underneath Reika's bottom. Yasuko giggled, it didn't sound her at all. Yasuko moved her left hand above quilt, quilt fell to the floor. It was exactly like Reika had feared, large dark patch on the bedsheet. She had peed herself. "Did you wet the bed?!" Yasuko giggled, her voice was different. "Remember when we used to wet the bed together when we were young" Yasuko asked. Now Reika was sure, that thing wasn't Yasuko. Reika didn't have bedwetting problem as a child and she knew that Yasuko didn't either have that problem. "You're not Yasuko!" Reika tried to move but she was too scared to move. Yasuko laughed and then she was gone. "She's mine" girl's voice whispered into Reika's ear. Reika jumped out from the bed, she gazed around but didn't see anyone. She quickly put on jeans and black t-shirt. She didn't dare to stay any longer in her apartment, she didn't even change her panties. Reika ran to the front door and left her apartment, she could swear that she heard distant laugh coming from her room. When Reika arrived to the coffee shop, Haruna was sitting at the table. Haruna was wearing pink shirt and black skirt. Reika walked to the table and sat opposite Haruna. "Something new?" Reika asked. "Let's wait for Erika" Haruna answered, she looked tired. Young short girl walked to them and asked if they wanted to order anything, they both ordered cup of coffee. Girl walked away and soon returned with two cups of coffee, she gave them to Haruna and Reika. Haruna and Reika thanked and girl walked away. There was long moment when neither of them didn't do or say anything, then Haruna took a sip from the cup. "Why we had to meet so early?" Erika had arrived and she sat next to Haruna. Erika had white pants and light blue tube top. "I did some research" Haruna said. "And?" Erika asked. "Have you heard about Kuchisake-onna?" Haruna asked. "No" Erika answered, Reika shook her head. "It's urban legend or so I thought. She was mutilated by her husband and she returned as a malicious spirit. I think alleged sightings began spreading in 1979 around the Nagasaki Prefecture. I think she attacked Yasuko" Haruna told. Reika gazed briefly Erika when Haruna took a sip from the cup, Erika was pale. "Yesterday I encountered ghosts, I believe those ghosts were from Hitobashira" Haruna said. "From what?" Reika asked. "Hitobashira is a term for human pillars. They are concrete pillars, inside of them is said to be human sacrifices. They buried humans inside of those pillars because it was believed that it would make them sturdier. It is rumored that those pillars can be found from all over Japan" "What about that girl?" Erika asked. Haruna and Reika turned their gaze to Erika. "You have seen her too?" Reika and Haruna asked at the same time. Erika looked at Reika and Haruna, Haruna gazed at Reika and Reika gazed at Haruna. "I think she is the reason for all this, she has to be the victim of Shrine's fire. I think this is her revenge" Haruna said. End Of Chapter 2 And again I wait few days and then post Chapter 3
Chapter 3 "So you're saying that all these abnormal things are happening because that little girl is pissed off?" Erika asked. "Yes" Haruna answered. "So what do we do?" Reika asked. "I don't know, I have to do more research" Haruna drank rest of the coffee and stood up. "Where are you going?" Erika asked. "To the library, maybe I find something from the books" "I come with you" Reika said and stood up. "Erika? are you coming?" Reika asked. "I hate books" Erika said but stood up and followed Haruna and Reika. "And books hate you" Reika muttered and Haruna snickered. "I heard that!" Reika and Haruna burst into laughter. Reika walked uneasily. They had just arrived to the library and she had realized that she was still wearing urine soaked panties. She muttered something vague to Haruna and Erika, they muttered something back. Bathrooms were located at the library's lobby. Girls' bathroom had two cubicles and one sink. Reika locked cubicle's door behind her, thought for a moment what she should do. She didn't want to take panties off and wear just jeans, she would have to figure out something else. But other thing first. She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them and panties to her ankles, took lots of paper from toilet roll and began drying her bottom and crotch. It was incomprehensible how wet her bottom and crotch still were, jeans were slightly moist from inside. She threw used papers away and took more paper from toilet roll. She didn't really thought what she was doing, situation required desperate solution. She put toilet paper in her panties and pulled them up, solution was uncomfortable but at least she wouldn't have to feel urine soaked panties against her skin. She pulled her jeans up, flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. Library was huge, one of the biggest in Japan. Reika looked around, she had no idea where she should start looking for Haruna and Erika. "Reika! Over here!" Erika was at the other side of the hall. Reika tried to walk as normal as she could, it wasn't easy. Haruna was sitting at the table in the corner, on the table was pile of books and Haruna was reading three books at the same time. "Wow, that was fast" Reika stated. "It took her only few seconds to grab all those books" Erika leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "Have you found anything?" Reika asked. "Not yet" Haruna answered briefly. Haruna grabbed two books from the pile and opened them. She checked something, muttered to herself and grabbed few more books. Reika took book from shelf randomly and opened it. Something about supernatural things, Reika didn't understand any of it. She put book back to shelf. "Are you ready yet?" Erika asked. They had been in the library for hours, Haruna was still reading books and Reika was snoozing on the floor. "Almost" Haruna answered. "You said the same hour ago" Erika started walking back and forth. Reika startled awake, she looked around and stood up. "Did you find anything?" Reika asked and walked to Haruna. "Not much, apparently you can confuse Kuchisake-onna by asking her the same question she asks from you" Haruna answered. "That doesn't help much, what about that girl?" Erika stated. "I don't know, I don't understand why she hasn't killed us all yet. Only thing that comes to mind is that she is trying to break us mentally, she is waiting for something" Haruna told. "If she's waiting, then why she killed Yasuko?" Erika asked. "It doesn't add up, what was so different in her" Haruna checked something from few books but shook her head. "She was the youngest of us" Reika said. "I don't think that it's the reason why she was killed first" "Maybe she kills the weakest first" Erika suggested. "Yasuko wasn't weak! You should've been the one who gets killed, then this all would be over!" Reika yelled. "What was that supposed to mean?" Erika asked. "You're the one who killed that girl" "Fuck you Reika! You could've call fire department to put out that fire but you ran away, you're also guilty" Reika looked at Haruna who was looking at her, Erika was right. They had the chance to call the fire department to put out the fire and maybe save that girl's life. It was too late to regret now. "So we just wait that she kills us all" Erika stopped walking. Erika looked at Haruna and then Reika, neither of them didn't say anything. "That's just great" Erika muttered. "I...I try to find something" Haruna said. "You wanna go shopping?" Reika asked from Erika. "Yeah, sure" Erika answered. Reika didn't want to go back to her apartment. She wanted to chance her panties and by going shopping she could buy new panties. And she didn't want to be alone but she didn't want to stay in the library. Haruna yawned and stretched her muscles, she had been in the library for hours. She had checked maybe thirty books but didn't find anything useful. Haruna glanced her wristwatch, it was almost library's closing time. Suddenly pointers in the watch started spinning fast. "What the?" Pointers slowly slowed down and finally stopped, they were now pointing 4:44. "What the heck?" Haruna tried to adjust the watch but pointers weren't moving, watch was probably broken. Haruna stood up and took few books from the table. She was about to put them to the shelf when she heard footsteps. Haruna hold her breath, thought came in her mind. What if it was that girl? Books fell to the floor, she stumbled backward and hit the table. Books fell from the table to the floor, Haruna backed away until she hit the shelf. Urine began gushing through her panties, she crossed her legs and tried to regain control. She put her hands between her legs and pressed her crotch but she only managed to get her skirt wet. Footsteps were now close and then Haruna saw a woman. Woman was elderly, short and had round glasses. She had short gray hair and she was wearing blue kimono. "It's closing time, you will have to leave now" woman said. Woman stopped and looked at the books on the floor. "What are you doing?" she asked. Woman looked at Haruna, then she noticed puddle where Haruna was standing. "Did you pee yourself?" Haruna was startled by woman's words, she hurried past woman and ran towards the front door. "Aren't you little too old for that?" woman yelled to Haruna. Haruna didn't answer, she just ran away without looking back. Erika hated mornings like this. She had woken up few minutes ago and she tried to get up from the bed but it was difficult because her bladder was absolutely bursting. She pressed her crotch with her hands and sat up, her bladder screamed for relief but she managed to control her bladder. She stood up and bend her knees, crossed her legs and wiggled her bottom. She took few steps towards the door but stopped when she felt short spurt of pee escaping in her panties. Her panties were little moist and she knew that there was no way she could get to the bathroom with dry panties, so she relaxed a little and let out short stream in her panties. When she felt her hands getting wet, she stopped peeing. Pressure in her bladder had eased a little and she was able to walk. Erika hurried to the door and hastened through hallway to the bathroom. She locked the bathroom's door behind her, yanked her panties down and sat on the toilet. She relieved herself, stood up and flushed the toilet. Erika took off her panties and bra, she didn't want to wear mismatching underwears. "Disgusting" Erika muttered. She threw them in the washing machine and went to take a shower. After a long hot shower, she dryed herself with towel and left the bathroom. She went to her room, took light brown panties and bra from the wardrobe and put them on, after that she put on white jeans and black tank top. Erika walked to the bed and took her phone from the nightstand. She had received a text message, it was from Haruna: Meet me with Reika at the Sushi restaurant. Erika chose Reika's phone number from the phone. "Hello" Reika answered, she sounded sleepy. "Were you sleeping?" Erika asked. "Yeah" "Haruna send me a message, she wants to meet us in the Sushi restaurant" "Hold on a second...yeah she sent it to me also" "I'll come to your apartment" Erika put shoes on while talking. "No, go to the restaurant. I'll come there soon" "All right, hurry up bitch!" "Fuck you Erika!" Reika walked down the street, Sushi restaurant was at the end of the street. The reason why she didn't want Erika to come to her apartment was that she had wet the bed again. After taking a quick shower she had put on red dress and left her apartment. Reika stopped in front of the restaurant and walked in. Restaurant was large, rectangle shaped. There was places for forty customers and at the moment restaurant was half full. Erika and Haruna were sitting at the corner table, away from the other customers. Reika walked to them and sat opposite Erika. Haruna was wearing black pants and black shirt. "We ordered sushi for you too" Haruna said. "Thanks" Reika answered. Young female waitress brought three sushi plates and set them in front of them. "Now that Reika is finally here, could you tell us why you wanted to meet?" Erika asked when waitress walked away. "I just wanted to do something together and I found something, not much but it is something" Haruna answered. "What?" Reika asked and began to eat. "I think that the girl can use everything that her victim had in mind, fantasies, memories, desires" Haruna answered. "What do you mean?" Erika asked. "I read that sometimes malicious spirits use them to confuse their future victims" Haruna said. Reika suddenly remembered when that thing that looked like Yasuko had asked if she can remember how they used to wet the bed together. Had Yasuko dreamed about it? Reika had thought that she knew Yasuko but apparently she didn't know her so well. "That doesn't help to end this madness" Erika gave a laugh. "I'm just saying that we should be careful" Haruna said. "Erika is right, we have to find some way to end this" Reika stated. "I agree but it's difficult, maybe there is no way to end this. Maybe she haunts us until she decides to kill us or we commit suicides" Reika glanced Erika and Haruna, they both had the same look on their face and Reika knew that she had the same look on her face. Situation started to be hopeless. Haruna was paying their food while Erika and Reika decided to visit bathroom before they leave the restaurant. Girls' bathroom was pretty small compared to the size of the restaurant. It only had two cubicles and one sink. Erika closed cubicle's door behind her, lowered her jeans and panties and sat down. Erika closed her eyes for a moment and then she relieved herself. She wiped herself clean with toilet paper, pulled up her panties and jeans and flushed the toilet. She opened cubicle's door and walked to the sink. First cubicle's door opened and Reika walked out while Erika was washing her hands. Erika moved aside and Reika washed her hands, then they left the bathroom. Haruna was standing at the front door, Erika and Reika walked to her and they left the restaurant. "What do you want to do now?" Haruna asked. "You want to go to the cinema?" Erika asked from Reika and Haruna. "Fine by me" Reika answered and Haruna nodded. They walked to next intersection and turned left, cinema was only a block away from their current position. "Do we really have to watch this movie?" Haruna asked when they sat down in the cinema "What? it's certainly better than the one you suggested" Erika answered. Haruna looked at Reika and rolled her eyes, Reika also rolled her eyes. "This is a movie for kids" Haruna stated. "You're never too old for this" Erika said. Haruna looked around, they were the only persons in the cinema. Reika was sitting between Erika and Haruna. Erika was eating popcorn and Reika was drinking lemonade. Haruna took phone from her pocket and looked at it, she hadn't received new messages or calls. Clock was 4:42 PM and Haruna was nervous. She had tried to fix her wristwatch but there wasn't anything broken in it, she even changed battery but it still didn't work. Since 4 was unlucky number in Japan, Haruna was afraid what would happen when clock is 4:44. It could happen in the morning or during day, she didn't know. Haruna put her phone back in her pocket and looked at Reika and Erika. They were talking and laughing while making different gestures with their hands. Haruna looked on her right and was startled, Yasuko was sitting next to her and was staring at her. Her face was mutilated and her dress was soaked by blood. "What's wrong?" Reika asked. Haruna looked at Reika, Reika and Erika were looking at Haruna. They had obviously noticed that Haruna had startled. Haruna looked on her right, Yasuko was gone. "Nothing" Haruna answered while turning her gaze back to Reika. "The movie is about to start" Erika said. Soon the movie began. Haruna turned her glance to her right, Yasuko was sitting next to her again. "You're next" Yasuko whispered and disappeared. Haruna's phone vibrated in her pocket, she took her phone and looked at it. Clock was 4:44 PM, there wasn't any notification about call or message. Haruna raised her gaze and looked around, she noticed a woman standing at the corner. Woman's face was mutilated just like Yasuko's and she was wearing white dress, it had to be Kuchisake-onna. Haruna turned her gaze to Reika and Erika, they were watching movie and hadn't noticed anything unusual. Haruna turned her gaze back to woman, woman was gone. Instead there was little girl standing at the corner. Girl giggled and when Haruna blinked her eyes, the girl was gone. Hot urine filled Haruna's pants, soaked the seat and splashed to the floor. She was so scared that she didn't even trembled in fear, she was completely paralyzed. After a moment she was able to move and she looked around but didn't saw girl, Yasuko or Kuchisake-onna. "Well that was boring" Erika said after the movie had ended. "I agree" Reika said. They stood up and walked towards the door, Haruna stood up little later and examined the floor and the seat. Damage was bigger than she had thought, seat was completely soaked and on the floor was huge wet spot. Haruna hurried after Reika and Erika while feeling her bottom, her whole bottom was wet. Reika and Erika stopped at the lobby. "What do we do now?" Reika asked. "I don't know" Erika said. Haruna walked to them and Erika was about to say something but she closed her mouth and looked at Haruna's crotch. "Did you pee in your pants?" Erika asked. Reika also looked at Haruna's crotch. "I thought that I could hold it through whole movie but I couldn't" Haruna answered. Erika burst into laughter and Reika smirked briefly but patted Haruna's shoulder. "I need to take a shower, see you later" Haruna said and walked outside. "Do you get the feeling that Haruna isn't telling us everything?" Reika asked while she turned her gaze to Erika. "No! She is telling us everything, I know it" Erika answered after she had stopped laughing. "Oh yeah I forgot, she is your underling" "Fuck you!" It was almost midnight when Erika was on her way to her apartment. She and Reika had been talking whole evening about the girl, Yasuko and other abnormal things. Erika walked in the short tunnel, she was halfway through when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around but didn't see anyone. She turned and was about to continue her walk when she saw a man disappearing in the tunnel wall. Panic spread in Erika, this had to be that pillar thing that Haruna had mentioned. Erika heard more footsteps behind her and she looked back, six transparent men walked towards her and they had angry look on their face. Erika started running, while she had looked back two men had approached her from the front. Erika let out short shriek and dodged men. Erika had no idea that she was able to run so fast. She was almost at her apartment, she turned left at the next intersection. Then she almost collided with the woman, who was wearing white dress and surgery mask. It was too much for Erika, she felt her jeans getting wet. Wet feeling ran down her legs and her shoes were slowly filled by urine, urine gushed through her jeans and splashed on the asphalt. "Not again, disgusting" Erika thought. "Am I beautiful?" Woman asked. What Haruna had said about this? Ask her the same question she ask from you. "Am I beautiful?" Erika asked. Woman tilted her head from side to side, it was now or never. Erika turned around and ran. She would have to take detour to her apartment. She turned right at the next intersection, there was a girl standing at the edge of the road and it looked like Yasuko. Was it Yasuko? Erika had ran so fast that she wasn't sure. "You can't escape it" It was Yasuko's voice, then that girl had to be Yasuko. Erika didn't stop, she ran even faster than before. Reika woke up tired, her phone was ringing. She took her phone and looked it, caller was Haruna. "Hello" she answered. "It's me, meet me in the school now" Haruna said. Reika looked at the clock on the wall. "Haruna, it's 4:15 in the morning" "It's urgent" Haruna said and disconnected the call. "What the heck?" Reika asked from herself but stood up. She quickly put on her clothes, black jeans and red strapless top. She ran to the front door and left her apartment. After running few blocks she saw Erika. Erika was wearing short black pleated skirt, dark pantyhose and black strapless top. "Do you know what is this all about?" Reika asked when she was next to Erika. "Haruna said that she has a way to end this" Erika answered. "Let's hope so" Reika said. "Where are they?!" Haruna asked while walking back and forth. She was in the school's gymnasium. Gymnasium was in public use, so everyone was able to use it around the clock. Haruna was wearing denim shorts and white t-shirt. Haruna took her phone from her handbag and looked it, clock was 4:35. Haruna cursed and stopped walking. Something caught her attention, a door that was ajar at the other end of the gymnasium. Someone probably forgot to lock it. She walked to the door and was about to close it when she heard something, girl was crying. "Is someone there?" "Haruna?" it was Yasuko's voice. "Yasuko?!" "Haruna I'm scared, help me" "It's not real" Haruna thought. All the sudden she felt something, something was behind her! She was sure of it. She slowly turned around. Four transparent girl was standing there, they weren't much older than Haruna was and behind the girls was woman in a white dress. Woman's face was mutilated and she wasn't transparent. Haruna screamed and turned around, pushed the door open and ran to the corridor. Even though it was pretty dim in the corridor, she was able to see a little. Haruna didn't look where she was going, at one point she ran up the stairs to the second floor. When she finally stopped to look around, she didn't know where she was, even though she knew the school pretty well. She walked down the corridor and stopped in the T-junction. On the corridor on her left was a door near the junction and there was light coming from the classroom. Haruna slowly approached the door, it sounded like there was persons in the room. "Hello" Haruna pushed the door open. Fourteen female students were standing at the school desks and they were gazing the blackboard. Students heads were tilting from side to side faster than it was possible for human, it looked like they all had three heads. "What the hell?" Haruna realised that all the students were transparent. Then all the sudden Haruna saw pee splashing on the floor, all students were peeing themselves. Haruna heard noise coming from her right, she turned her gaze and saw long woman standing behind the desk. Haruna hadn't noticed her earlier. Woman was dressed in black dress and she had long blonde hair, she was also transparent. Woman was staring Haruna and fear filled Haruna. Haruna turned her gaze to the students, they were still peeing but were also looking at Haruna. Haruna backed away to the door. She saw clock on the wall, it was 4:44. Haruna stumbled to the corridor and fell on her bottom, she backed away until her back hit the wall. Woman and the students had walked to the door and they were all staring at Haruna. Warm feeling spread in Haruna's shorts, urine gushed through her shorts and formed a puddle under her bottom. Her bottom was wet from urine, it smarted her buttocks. Haruna was trembling from head to toes. Suddenly Haruna saw a little girl standing behind the students, her eyes were glowing red. Strange feeling began from Haruna's kidneys, then it moved to her bladder. Her bladder was suddenly full and she was peeing again but this time her bladder filled over and over again. End Of Chapter 3 And final Chapter after few days.
Chapter 4 "Stop fooling around Haruna! Where are you?" Erika yelled. She and Reika were standing in the school's gymnasium. "Look! That door is open, you think she went there?" Reika pointed at the door at the other end of the gymnasium. "Why would she go there?" Erika asked and walked towards the door. "I don't know" Reika followed Erika. Erika pushed the door open and looked in the corridor. "Is that her handbag?" Reika asked and pointed at the item on the floor, not far from the door. They walked to the item, it was Haruna's handbag. "Why the fuck would she come here?" Erika asked and picked up the handbag. "Well first we have to find her and then ask" Reika stated. "Very funny" "How the heck would I know why she came in here?!" Erika was about to start yelling something when they heard something, a distant cry of help. "Was that Haruna's voice?" Erika asked. They listened and heard it again, it was coming from the second floor. "It is Haruna's voice!" Reika said. They ran to the stairs and hurried to the second floor where they stopped. "Where to now?" Erika asked while glancing left and right. They heard cry of help again, it was coming from the left. Reika and Erika glanced each other and ran towards the sound. They arrived to the T-junction and stopped, Erika gazed to the right and Reika to the left. "Haruna!" Reika gasped. Erika turned her gaze to the left and saw Haruna sitting on the floor against the wall. Large area of the corridor's floor seemed to be wet. Reika walked to Haruna and kneeled beside her. "Haruna?" Reika asked. "What's wrong with her? Why isn't she moving?" Erika asked and walked closer. "She...she's dead" "What?!" "It's strange, she looks like she has been dead for days" Reika examined Haruna, then stood up and turned to look at Erika. "We...we have to call the police" Reika said, took her phone from her pocket and dialed emergency number. Reika walked back and forth in the school's lobby and Erika was leaning against the wall. Police had arrived few minutes ago and were now investigating second floor. Erika had been oddly quiet whole time, Reika thought that Erika was probably tired, after all clock was little over 5 in the morning. Kyoko Igarashi arrived to the lobby and walked to Reika and Erika. Kyoko was wearing gray pants and jacket. "I have few questions for you" Kyoko said. Reika stopped walking and Erika raised her gaze from the floor. "What were you doing in here at this hour?" Kyoko asked. "Haruna wanted to meet us here, she had something important to say" Reika answered. "Something so important that she couldn't say it on the phone or somewhere else, you had to come in here?" "Yeah" "Any idea what it might have been?" Reika quickly glanced Erika. "No" Reika answered. Erika looked at Reika but didn't say anything. "How did she got into this part of the school?" Kyoko asked. "Have you heard about the door?" Reika answered. Erika smirked briefly. "Stop fooling around, lass!" Kyoko snarled. "I have no idea" Reika said. "Door in the gymnasium was open when we arrived" Erika said. "Maybe someone forgot to lock it" Reika suggested. "Well that's easy to check from the staff when they arrive but what Haruna was doing in this part of the school" Kyoko said. "No idea" Reika answered. Kyoko looked at Erika who raised her shoulders. "Alright you can go, I'll be in touch if I need to ask more questions" Kyoko said. "Wait, what happened to Haruna?" Reika asked. "Preliminary investigation is finished, it appears that Haruna died in dehydration. The fluid on the floor seemed to be urine" Kyoko answered. "Are you saying that Haruna peed until she died?" "No, that's not possible. It might not be Haruna's urine. Another interesting thing was that she looks like she has been dead for at least few days and that's not possible either" Reika and Erika briefly glanced each others. Kyoko turned around and started walking away but stopped soon and turned to look at Reika and Erika. "Oh, I almost forgot! Haruna's phone was found in classroom which was near. Strange thing was that phone was working perfectly but the watch had stopped at 4:44. Same thing had happened to Haruna's wrist watch and to the clock in the classroom, classroom's number was 444" Kyoko said. After that she turned around and walked away. Reika and Erika gazed each others. "Could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone" Erika asked. "Yeah, sure" Reika didn't want to be alone either. Reika and Erika hurried to Erika's apartment. Erika made sure that the front door was locked before they sighed in relief. "Why didn't you tell her what Haruna wanted to tell us?" Erika asked. "Think about it, it would have sounded crazy if I told her that Haruna wanted to tell us how to stop maniac ghost girl" Reika answered. They walked across the hallway to the kitchen. "Do you want anything? tea?" Erika asked. "No thanks" Reika answered. "What do you think that happened to Haruna?" Erika asked. "I don't know" Reika answered. Reika walked to the table and sat down, she turned her gaze to the floor. "I can't believe she's gone" Reika said. "I can't do this" Erika's voice was different. Reika looked at Erika and what she saw scared her more than anything what she had experienced so far. Erika was crying. Reika had always seen Erika as a strong person, seeing Erika crying was disheartening. "Erika? What's wrong?!" Reika stood up but didn't know what to do. "I didn't knew that you actually cared about her" Reika said. "She...We...She was...We were...I loved her" Erika was able to say. "She was your girlfriend?!" Reika asked, she was amazed. Erika nodded briefly. "I didn't...I had no idea" Reika said. "We kept it secret. My parents always said that there is something wrong in me, that I am a disgrace" Reika now understood why Erika had such a personality. Erika had never been allowed to be herself. She had been forced to live in a lie. "I think I know why Yasuko was killed first" Erika said. Reika didn't know what to say. "I envied her, I wanted to be she. She and you were so close" Erika continued. "What do you mean?" Reika asked. "Ever since we met first time, I have had crush on you" Erika answered. Reika moved uneasily "What about Haruna?" "She knew that I have crush on you, she accepted it. It didn't bothered her" Erika answered. "So girl's kills were based on your feelings? If that is true then it should have been Haruna who should have died first" Reika said. "My envy towards Yasuko was greater than my love towards Haruna" Erika wiped her eyes. Reika suddenly remembered that Yasuko had suggested that they go to the police and tell about the girl and it was Reika who had said that they should forget the whole thing. Forget that they killed a girl. Maybe it was partly Reika's fault that Yasuko had been killed first. "I'm sorry Reika, I love you so much" Erika closed her eyes, she was still crying. "Sorry Erika, I like boys" Reika said and turned her gaze away. "I know but I can't help it" Erika answered. Reika turned her gaze back to Erika and she couldn't believe what she saw. "Erika what are you...?" Erika had taken her clothes off, she was completely naked. "Please" Erika begged. Reika was still confused but she understood what Erika wanted, it seemed to be important to Erika. "Alright" Reika said. Reika and Erika stared each others and then Reika slowly lowered her gaze. Her gaze lingered longer at Erika's breasts and crotch. She had seen Erika naked few times in the locker room but she had never looked Erika's body so carefully. Erika's body was perfect in every way. "You think I'm ugly" Erika said when Reika's gaze was at her ankles. Erika turned around and crossed her arms, covering her breasts. "No! You have gorgeous body. It's just...I mean..." Reika approached Erika but didn't know what to say or do. Erika turned to look at Reika, they stared each others and then Erika stepped towards Reika and kissed her on the lips. For a brief moment they kissed, then Reika stepped backward. "What are you doing?" she asked. Reika stared Erika into the eyes briefly, stepped forward and kissed Erika. Reika didn't even realised at first that she was kissing Erika. Reika put her hands on Erika's hip, moved her hands slowly to Erika's buttocks and squeezed. Then she woke up back to reality and backed away. "What's the matter?" Erika asked. "This is...I don't know..." Reika answered while shaking her head. "Did I do something wrong?" "No! I...I need to be alone for awhile, I need to think" Reika hurried past Erika to the hallway. "Don't go!" Erika said but Reika had already left the apartment. Reika ran to the tunnel near Erika's apartment and stopped. She didn't know what to think. It had felt so wrong but also so right to kiss Erika. She wanted to go back but at the same time she wanted to run away. She shook her head and started walking but after a few steps she stopped. There was someone standing on the road not far from Reika's location. When Reika looked more carefully she realised that it was that woman, Kuchisake-onna! Reika stumbled backward, woman disappeared and then reappeared in front of her. Reika fell on her back and backed away. Her jeans began to become wet, wetness spread from her crotch to her bottom. Urine gushed through her jeans and formed a puddle. "Am I beautiful?" woman asked. Reika gasped in fear. "Don't be scared, it will be over soon. Then you are as beautiful as I" Reika looked on her left, it was Yasuko. She was standing almost next to Reika. "Then we can be together forever" Yasuko continued. "Am I beautiful?" woman asked again. "Just say yes" Yasuko whispered. "Am I beautiful?" Reika asked after she remembered what Haruna had said. Woman tilted her head from side to side and was obviously thinking. "No!" Yasuko yelled, then she was gone. Reika stood up and ran away before woman had a change to ask again. Erika woke up later in same day, she was tired. Night's events were still going through her head. She still had hard time accepting that Haruna was dead. Situation was not helped by the fact that she had totally collapsed in front of Reika and that she had showed her emotions to her and even kissed her. Erika hadn't heard about Reika after she had left her apartment. Erika sat up and took her phone from the nightstand. Clock was little over noon, she hadn't received any messages or calls. Erika was about to stand up when something caught her attention, her bedsheet was wet. Erika threw quilt away, there was huge dark patch on the bedsheet under her bottom. Erika touched the bedsheet with her hand and sniffed it. "Ew!" Erika realized what the smell was and at the same time she noticed that her panties were also soaked. "What the hell?! This hasn't happened to me before" Erika stood up and took bedsheet away from the bed, then she went to the bathroom and threw bedsheet and her panties and bra in the washing machine. After taking a long shower she returned to her room and took violet lace panties and bra from the wardrobe and put them on, she also put on the same clothes she had on earlier. Erika left her apartment without even knowing where to go. Reika yawned and stretched her muscles. She was sitting in the library. She had come there early in the morning when library was opened. She hadn't slept at all, she had only visited her apartment to take a quick shower and change her clothes. Reika was now wearing short denim shorts and black tank top. Reika was sitting in the same corner where they had sat before. There was piles of books on the table in front of her, she was trying to find something useful. But so far she had no luck. Librarian walked to Reika. She was young, short and she had long blonde hair and kindly smile. She was wearing white kimono. "Are you looking something specific book?" librarian asked. "Yes, is there any books that tells how to get rid of malicious spirits?" Reika answered. Librarian walked next to Reika and looked at the book piles on the table. "Don't you need exorcist for that?" she asked. "I don't know, that's why I'm asking from you" Reika answered. "I have no idea" librarian said. "Okay, thanks" Reika said. "You'll never get rid of her" "What?" "You'll never get rid of her" librarian said again. "Who are you talking about?" Reika asked. "About the girl" librarian's voice was suddenly distant. Reika turned her gaze to the librarian, she had turned transparent. Reika fell from the chair when she startled. She stood up and ran towards the front door but stopped soon. Whole library was full of transparent people and they were all staring at her. Reika trembled, she had strong urge to go to the bathroom but she managed to keep her pants dry. People started approaching her and Reika ran to the front door. Before she left the library she gazed back, people were gone but there was little girl standing in the middle of the library. Erika walked into the small room and sat down at the table, she had received a call from Kyoko who asked her to come to the police station. When she had arrived to the police station, she had been guided to the interrogation room. Erika glanced at the one-way mirror, wondering if someone was watching her. Door opened and Erika turned her gaze to look who walked in, it was Reika. "Reika? What are you doing in here?" "Kyoko asked me to come here" Reika answered. Right after Reika had answered, the door opened and Kyoko walked in. She was wearing gray jacket and skirt, she was carrying folder in her armpit. "Sit down" she said to Reika and sat opposite Erika. Reika glanced Erika briefly and sat next to her. Erika wondered if Reika was still angry about that kiss. Kyoko put folder on the table and opened it. "We have to information about Haruna, she indeed died in dehydration and the urine on the corridor's floor was hers. It looks like that her kidneys were overactive and that caused dehydration" Kyoko said while looking at the folder. "How is that possible?" Reika asked. "Coroner is still investigating why her kidneys were overactive, coroner thinks that Haruna may have had disease" Kyoko answered. Erika turned her gaze to the floor. She knew that Haruna didn't have any kind of diseases, she knew her well. Reika glanced Erika but didn't say anything. "And we decided to close Yasuko's case. She obviously committed suicide" Kyoko said. This time Erika glanced Reika, who turned her gaze to the floor. "How can you be so sure?" Erika asked. "There is no other logical explanation" Kyoko answered and raised her gaze from the folder. This was all wrong but they couldn't tell the truth. "I'll ask you one more time, do you know anything about the Shrine's fire?" Reika raised her gaze and glanced Erika. "We already told you, we know nothing" Reika answered. "Cigarette was found from the Shrine's floor. It had Erika's fingerprints on it" Kyoko said. Reika and Erika glanced each other. "It was partly reason for the fire but there was also faulty wiring in the building" Kyoko said. "What do you mean?" Erika asked. "The girl who died in there, turned on the lights and that's when wirings sparkled and set the building on fire" Kyoko answered. "So what does that mean?" Reika asked. "The fire was an accident, it wasn't nobody's fault. That building should have been refurbish ages ago" If it was an accident, then why was that girl haunting them? "That was everything I had in mind. You can leave now" Kyoko said. Kyoko stood up, put the folder in her armpit and left the room. Erika and Reika quickly stood up and left the room and the police station. "If it was an accident, then what the fuck that girl wants from us" Erika asked. "We thought that we killed her, that's probably the reason why she haunts us" Reika answered. Erika stopped walking but Reika didn't stop. "Reika?" Erika said. But Reika didn't stop walking, she just turned her gaze down. Erika was sad, Reika was obviously still angry about that kiss. Reika woke up, it was still dim. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, it was barely 3 in the morning. Reika took her phone and looked at it, she had received a text message. It was the reason why she had woken up. Message was from Erika: I try to end this madness, I'm sorry about Yasuko, I'm sorry about everything, take care of yourself. Reika was suddenly worried, it sounded like Erika was going to do something irreversible. She chose Erika's number and tried to call her, there was no answer. Reika stood up and put her clothes on, hurried to the door and left her apartment. Erika walked in the Shinto shrine. What was left of the building was excluded by police but Erika had ignored it. It all began there so maybe she could end it there. "I'm here! Come and get me!" Erika yelled. She looked around but didn't see the girl. "Show yourself coward!" Erika said. "Erika!?" Erika turned around, Reika ran into the building and stopped in front of her. "How did you know that I was here?" Erika asked. "It was a hunch, you don't have to do this. We'll find another way" Reika answered. "This is the only way to end this" "No! There has to be another way" Reika looked like that she was about to cry. Suddenly their surrounding felt oppressive, Erika turned around and Reika walked next to her. Little girl was standing in front of the shrine, Yasuko and Haruna were standing behind her. Erika and Reika glanced around, they were surrounded by the ghosts. "You wanted me, here I am" girl whispered. Erika trembled in fear, this didn't seem such a good idea anymore. Warm feeling spread in her panties. It gushed through them and soaked her pantyhose, ran down her legs and splashed on the floor. "Take me! I killed you" Erika said. "Erika don't do this" Reika whispered. "Let her go, it's me who you want" Erika said to the girl. "I won't let anyone go" girl's eyes glowed red. Reika felt her bladder succumbing to the fear. Urine spurted into her shorts, it gushed through her shorts with great pressure and partly ran down her legs and splashed on the floor. Urine was still splashing on the floor when Reika heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Kuchisake-onna walking towards them. She was tilting her head from side to side like she had obsessive-compulsive disorder. "Am I beautiful?" Kuchisake-onna asked. Erika glanced Reika. "You shouldn't have come" Erika said. "I will not let you do this alone" Reika said. "You have to get out of here, it's me who they want" "Don't be afraid Erika, we can be together forever" Haruna said. "I won't let you take Erika, take me instead!" Reika stepped in front of Erika. "No, take me!" Erika pushed Reika aside. "Yasuko!" Reika yelled with tears in her eyes. Suddenly Reika felt like someone grabbed her from the lower back and then she was thrown across the hall. She flew out the front door. When she managed to get up, the door closed and building caught fire. "Erika!" Reika screamed. The light hurt her eyes when she opened them. She was lying on the bed in a room but she didn't know where she was. She lifted her head a little to look around, her whole body was sore. A person was sleeping on the chair next to the bed. Person was wearing jeans and black hoodie. "Reika?" Erika asked. Person moved and woke up, she looked around and when she saw that Erika was awake she smiled. "Erika! thank God you're okay" Reika said. "Where am I?" Erika asked. "You're in the hospital" "How long?" "Couple days" "What happened? I saw you flying out the door and then the building was burning" "I'm not sure but I think that it's over" "How?" Erika sat up. "I think that Yasuko's and Haruna's spirits helped us, they helped us to beat her" "What? How?" "I think they did it because of my feelings" Reika closed her eyes. "What do you mean?" Erika asked. "I made my decision, I want to be with you" Reika opened her eyes, few tears ran down her cheeks. Erika stared at Reika. "Did you hit your head?" Erika asked, she wasn't sure she had heard right. "I really mean it, I want to be with you" Reika leaned forward and Erika did so too, their lips met and they kissed passionately. Epilogue Reika placed the flowers at the foot of the gravestone, stood up and hold Erika's hand. They looked at the gravestone for a moment, the name on the stone was: Yasuko Kashima. They turned and walked to the other part of the graveyard. Erika and Reika were both wearing black kimono. They stopped in front of another gravestone, this time Erika placed flowers at the foot of the gravestone. Name on this stone was: Haruna Coda. Year ago on that same day they had made terrible mistake by going in the Shinto Shrine, that day changed their lives. "I can't believe that a year has passed" Reika said. "I don't know what I would have done without you" Erika answered. Reika glanced Erika, Erika was smiling at her. Erika was no longer a bitch ever since they announced openly that they're dating. Finally Erika was able to be herself. Erika's parents had finally accepted that their daughter likes girls. Erika and Reika both have had few nightmares and bedwetting accidents but otherwise their lives had returned to normal. They glanced gravestone one more time, turned around and walked away. The End
You guys remember those cornfield mazes they had near Halloween time? I was always so terrible at those, no surprise seeing as how my sense of direction is somewhere on par between Mapquest and Apple Maps. I’d get lost in those for hours. My friends, like any good friends, would always get out before me, stand on top of the stairs overlooking the maze, and shout out wrong directions to me. To this day I can’t even go inside an Ikea without having a panic attack. As much as I hated being inside a maze, there was one thing I loved about them. My dad and I had a ritual for a long time before they stopped having them in my town. The day after they would tear it down, we’d grab our metal detectors and go hunt for buried treasure in the now empty field. Our “treasures” usually consisted of bottle caps, pull-tabs, some loose change, and if we were really lucky, some jewelry, but it was all about the thrill of the hunt. One person even gave me $40 dollars for finding their car keys. Our hobby stopped around the same time they stopped hosting the mazes; they hadn’t had one in three years. Out of curiosity, I asked my dad about it. He’s on the city council, he knows these things—at least he acts like he knows everything. He told me they stopped because there was a problem with teenagers using it as a place to drink and hook up after hours. I didn’t question him about it, and it sure explained all the beer bottle caps we found over the years. I had the bright idea earlier today to go out and hit up the field for old times sake. My metal detector was sitting in the garage looking so pitiful, so I dusted it off, threw in some fresh batteries and drove down there. I got out of the car and looked around. The once bustling city attraction was now nothing more than a desolate, abandoned field taken over by knee high weeds. I was out there for maybe an hour before I got bored of digging up bottle caps. When I got the center of the field, I turned to leave, and that’s when my machine let out a long, loud signal instead of the usual short and sharp beeps of a coin. I was going to pass it up since it usually doesn’t make that noise unless I found a soda can or something. I don’t know what made me do it. I was tired, sweaty, and hungry and I just wanted to go home. Yet I still got on the ground on my hands and knees with gardening trowel in hand and dug. I got maybe an inch in the ground before I felt my shovel collide with something hard. I could see something colorful in the dirt. Found the soda can, I thought. I pressed my shovel into the earth one more time before out popped something I wasn’t expecting. It was large, square, and pink. I picked it up and gave it a look over until I realized what I was staring out. Underneath all the dirt sat an older model cell phone, maybe an original Samsung Galaxy or something. Excited about my unusual find, I stuffed it in my pocket along with the days treasures. (Which consisted of three pennies, a hot wheels car, and something that looked like it fell off a tractor.) The phone itself was as dead as a squished opossum on the side of the road, but I stuck my phone charger in it anyway more than a little surprised to see it filling up with juice. I pulled the memory card out of the side of the slot and stuck it in my pocket. Then I left the phone on the counter and let it charge while I went about my business for the rest of the night. I honestly forgot all about it until my dad pointed it out and asked where it came from. I announced, quite proudly I might add, that I had found it metal detecting today. I could see his eyes light up in interest at the memory of our forgotten hobby. We even used to belong to a metal detecting club that would hold contests each month for the best finds. If we were still involved, the phone would surely have won the prize for most unusual find. His behavior changed when I told him where I found it though. His smile dropped to a disproving stare that seeped with disappointment like I had just told him I was going to be a teen mom. “You’re not supposed to be over there,” He said sharply. I blinked in surprise. “Why not? We used to go there all the time.” I pointed out. “It’s private property. I don’t want you going over there.” He said. I was quite shocked. I thought he’d be way more accepting of the fact that I found it in the old field. So what if there was an NO TRESSPASSING sign? Since when had we ever listened to those?  I pressed the issue, but he just got irritable, which made me irritable. He played the, “You’re a girl; it’s not safe card,” “And I played the, “I’m eighteen years old! I’m an adult!” Pretty soon we were having another shouting match. “An adult! Ha! I’ll let you say you’re an adult when you stop wetting the bed!” Seething in anger from him going over the line, I grabbed the phone off the counter, but he stopped me and demanded I give it to him. “Why?”  “BECAUSE I SAID SO, RACHEL!” He hollered at the top of his lungs. Once he threw the parent card, there was no use trying to negotiate. I handed it over, knowing I still had the memory card in my pocket. I stormed to my room without looking back and slammed the door shut, before collapsing on my bed in tears. He had changed since mom left three years ago. He had changed and so had I; and neither of us had changed for the better. My dad became really over protective of me since then and I hate it. I want my independence. He treats me like a child, but at the same time, how can he not since I’ve been acting like one? Ever since mom left without even saying goodbye I’ve… taken a few steps back, so says my therapist. I’m more emotional, immature, and, well, as you read, I turned into a bed wetter. I punch my pillow in frustration. How dare he play the bed wetter card! He knows how sensitive of a topic that is for me! I let out a moan of frustration and sorrow as I hold my pillow tight against my chest as I continued to cry. Whenever I get in a fight with my dad I… I like to pretend I’m little again. I like to pretend that this pillow I’m holding between my arms isn’t a pillow at all. I like to pretend it’s my mom. I pretend she’s holding me against her chest and stroking my head like she used to when I was little, back when she still loved me. Why else would she have left us? If I concentrate really hard I can almost smell the perfume she always wore. But that could be because I used to spray it on my pillow before I ran out and found out they discontinued it.  It’s all pretend though, picturing the perfect mother in my mind. My therapist says it’s all part of the grieving process. Maybe if I was seven. 18 year olds don’t spray furniture with perfume and pretend it’s the mother that abandoned her family. 18 year olds shouldn’t still cry from the hurt. 18 year olds shouldn’t pretend they are seven and crave that person’s embrace like an addict craves heroin. And 18 year olds shouldn’t wet the bed. One day three years ago she just never came home from her job teaching at the high school. We called her work and she never said anything to them. All her stuff was still here, her car still parked at the school. We called the police and at first they suspected foul play, but then they noticed another teacher was also missing. A male teacher. And then they found the emails. She had been having an affair and the police put two and two together. She had run off with him to start a new family. I knew my parents had been having problems, but I didn’t think she’d go that far. We’ve never heard from her since. I don’t think I could even recognize her voice anymore. I look up at the clock and let out a sigh. I really should get ready for bed just incase I fall asleep. I reach under my bed and pull out the package of bed wetting pants. Too many times I’ve fallen asleep before I got changed only to have to take the walk of shame to the laundry room with soiled clothes and sheets. I begin to tug my pants down, only to remember the memory card in my pocket. I pulled it out along with my phone and swap them out. Maybe looking through someone else’s life will help me forget about my own. After changing, I turned off my bedroom light and plopped onto my bed. Phone in hand I searched the memory card. It was just a bunch of pictures of the high school. Some pictures of food, some of random teenagers around campus. As I suspected, it belonged to a student. Along with the pictures was a video file. I clicked on it. It was taken on an older phone, so the picture quality wasn’t that great, but you could still clearly hear voices and make out the shapes of faces in the poor lighting of the phone. I recognized where they were immediately when I saw the tall rows of corn in the back round. The old maze. Well duh, I thought after a second, that is where I found the phone.  I watched as the owner turned the phone around. Two giggling high school girls clearly a little buzzed by the sounds of their voices. My dad wasn’t kidding; it really was the teenage drinking zone. I watched the video of the two blonde teenagers carry on as they staggered through the maze in the dark giggling. “Shh, shh I hear someone.” One of them said, while she herself was anything but subtle. The video panned out to the stalks of corn where two blurry outlines of people could be seen on the other side. Two other voices began to play through the phone. I thought there’d be more teenagers, but I was surprised to hear two adults talking. I strained to listen, but I couldn’t make out the words. Then the figures began to embrace. “Those two adults are making out.” The owner of the phone whispered. “That’s Mr. Chancler! Whose he with?” “OH, EM GEE! It’s Mrs. Brook! My history teacher!” the other girl squealed. I immediately felt my blood run cold. Mrs. Brook is… my mother. I continued to watch, my eyes, and ears now intently glued to the screen. The figures on the other side came into focus better as the girl zoomed in. I could make out my mothers long brown hair. I turned my volume up to max on my phone and listened as they began to talk again. “Run away with me, Stayce.” The man said as he brushed my mothers hair from her face. I felt my blood boil as I watched. This was the man who stole my mother from me! “We’ve talked about this before.” My mom said. He let his hand fall limply to his side. “Why not? Why won’t you leave hi-“ “I’ve told you! It’s not about him! I’m not leaving my daughter! I love you, I do, but I can’t just pack up to a different state and leave her behind.” I could feel fresh tears sting my eyes and blur my vision. But wait… if she was so adamant about not leaving me behind, where was she? Had he convinced her to go? I paused the video and checked the date it had been taken. It was the day she had gone missing. I continued the video and watched them argue back and forth for a while. Things were getting heated, and a growing sense of dread began to build inside of me. The tension between them continued to escalate until a loud BANG filled the air. I let out a choked sob as one of the figures slumped over onto the ground. “OMG,” One of the girls screamed. They dropped the phone and I could hear them run away. The phone landed next to the stalks of corn and remained propped up pointed towards the scene so I still had a good view, albeit much lower. I was shocked when I focused my eyes through the stalks to see not my moms’ body, but that of her lovers. I thought for sure he had shot her. Was it… was it the other way around? Had she shot him? I could hear my mother’s screams; the sound brought all the hairs on my arms on end. “RICHARD!” She shouted. She dove to the ground and leaned over his body. “Richard! What happened?” she turned him over and saw the bullet wound. Her head snapped around and that’s when another figure appeared out from the cornfield into the clearing wearing a Halloween mask from the movie Scream. “What did you do!?” She shouted. “Shut up, bitch! Get on the ground!” The muffled voice through the mask said. She looked down and saw the phone recording a few feet from her through the stalks. She grabbed it and made a run for it. All I could see was the ground flying past as she ran through the cornfields. “I’m coming for you, Stayce!” The other voice said. She continued to run until she came to a dead end in the maze. She turned around only to hear him approaching. She held the phone up in front of her to record. I could see my mother’s terrified face looking straight at me. “I know you’ll find this. I love you, Rachel. You’ll always be my baby girl.” I watched as she got on the ground and began to dig a hole in the soft dirt with her hands before burying the phone. Although I could no longer see, I could still hear the muffled conversation. “I know it’s you, Tom, take off the mask.” She said. “Shut up!” “Why, Tom?” “You’re cheating on me!” My eyes widened in terror as I heard another BANG. I sat on my bed un-moving for a good 30 minutes before the shock wore off and the tears finally came. My mom, she knew I metal detected that field every year and left me this video as a warning. My mother never left me. She was stolen from me. Stolen from me by my father.
Part Two So much has happened in one day I don’t know where to start. I suppose the most logical place would be the night I watched the video. Once I managed to snap myself from my catatonic state, I cried until I felt like I couldn’t move (as pathetic as that sounds). I hugged my pillow tight and went back in time. Back before my parents fought, back when I’d climb in my mothers lap and she’d hold and rock me and tell me those six words, “you’ll always be my baby girl.” My therapist is the one who gave me the idea. She told me whenever I feel scared, or sad, etc. to think of a happy time in my life and stay in that mindset until I calmed down. That’s how I came up with seven. She called it my safe space, but I call it my little space. I tried to google it once to see if this was common. I wish I hadn’t. The term infantilism popped up, and being my naïve, and innocent self, I clicked on it. I noped the fuck out of there so fast as soon as I got a message asking if I was looking for a daddy. I set fire to my search history, and that was that. The phrase you don’t know what you have until it’s gone really hits home for me. My mother was always affectionate, and I was always such a brat by pushing her away. I’d always tell her I was too old, and that’s where the phrase, “You’ll always be my baby girl,” came from. The relief that she didn’t leave me to run off with some man felt amazing, but it was short lived. Soon after, the fear began to set in. I had a problem and I didn’t know what I was going to do about it. I was living with a killer. I noticed a lot of you telling me to run away, but I have no money, no other relatives, and nowhere to go. Once my mother left- well died- I changed. I pushed all my friends away and hid in my room. Going metal detecting was really an unusual spur of the moment thing. Now that I think about it, I’m starting to think it was my mom pushing me to find that phone. Once I managed to get a hold of myself, I went to my computer and copied the files from the memory card onto my own flash drive, and also onto my computer. I don’t think my dad will notice the missing memory card, but just in case he does… I deleted the video off of it. I don’t want him knowing I know. If he gets a hold of the memory card and looks through the files, all he’ll see is the pictures. Just when I finished moving everything I needed to, someone started pounding on my bedroom door. I jumped a foot in the air as my dad stormed in and asked what the hell I thought I was doing. I looked at the time. It was 1:30 in the morning. I just stared at him with a blank expression on my face. Was he mad I was up so late? Or did he know what I’d done? “Why are you making so much racket? I have to get up in the morning! Go to bed!” He yelled. What? Was I crying too loud? “I-I wasn’t making any noise.” I said. My voice came out cracked and nervous sounding. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. I was never good at hiding things. My parents always knew if I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing. My face was an open book. “I heard you pounding on the hall with your fist! And for God’s sake pick up your feet when you walk! You sound like an angry toddler stomping down the hallway!” He left and slammed the door behind him. I don’t know what he heard, but it wasn’t me. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. I didn’t get any sleep that night, and it sounded like my dad didn’t either. I could hear him up around 4 in the morning in the kitchen. He must have been in a really bad mood because I could hear him slamming the cabinets closed behind him. What was I going to do? My dad killed my mom in cold blood. It was obvious what I HAD to do; I had to go to the police. My mom was buried out in that field; I just knew it. That’s why my dad didn’t want me metal detecting there. If the bodies weren’t there, the gun surely was. He was afraid I’d find something, and since bodies aren’t metallic… I spent the night trying to mentally prepare myself for what I had to do. Turn my dad in. My stomach churned at the thought. The voices in the back of my mind argued with each other all night. How could you do that to your own father, half of me said, while the other argued he had no problem doing it to my mother. On the bright side I didn’t wet the bed. Probably because I didn’t get any sleep. Right when I finally felt myself drifting off to sleep I heard my dad shout from the kitchen, “RACHEL! GET OVER HERE, RACHEL!” My eyes sprang open and I dashed into the kitchen in fright. I stopped and stared wide eyed at the scene before me. All the cupboards were open, every drawer, and every door. This included the fridge, freezer, and dishwasher. “What the hell did you do?”            He said, standing there in his navy blue bathrobe. I shook my head wide eyed. “I thought it was you making all the noise.” I said. He frowned, clearly displeased with my explanation. He ignored me and went on, “Are you trying to waste all our food for a prank!? Look at all the meat I have to throw out! And look! The ice creams melted!” He mumbled under his breath before saying. “I don’t have time for this! This kitchen better be spotless by the time I come home!” I let out a frustrated sigh and went to clean things up. All I had to do was close the doors and throw out the ice cream. It’s obvious to me my dad was sleepwalking. He probably knows I’m on to him, and the stress got to him. Or maybe I’m sleepwalking and the stress got to me. Or maybe it’s a passive aggressive ghost come to take revenge on him by spoiling his ice cream.  I let out a weak smile despite the situation. Maybe if I got a ojuji board I could channel the vengeful spirits and ask them to hide one of every sock in his drawer. After a night of thinking it over I made up my mind to go to the police. Flash drive in hand, I drove over there before school and tried to think of how I’d explain my situation. When I got there and stood in front of the lady at the front desk, who asked if I needed help, my brain shut down and turned to mush. I stood there stammering out half thoughts as I tried my best to explain what was going on. By some miracle I managed to get out that a murder had taken place. The lady at the front desk made a call before asking me to wait and said someone would be down to speak with me shortly. After twenty minutes a man by the name of Detective Mario Gonzales took me to a back room to talk. I handed over my flash drive and we watched the video together. I explained as best I could that was my mother in the video. He seemed pleasant and eager to help, but as soon as he went to get her case and came back, he acted different. It was almost as if he was an entirely different person. “You know videos can be faked.” He said. He began trying to find holes in my story. “There were no bodies, and no murder weapon. You can barely make out anything more than figures off in the distance.” And of course, he brought up the fact that it was a corn maze. She could have just pushed through the corn. That was why he believed it was a fake. I tried to explain if they would just look in the field, but he said because it was private property he’d have to get a search warrant, and the video just wasn’t enough to justify it. “What if you just got permission from the owner?” I tried, but he just shook his head. “I doubt the owner of the field will give us permission.” “How do you know if you don’t try!” I nearly shouted. How could they just brush me off without even trying? “Because,” he said without even flinching, “You’re accusing the owner of the field of murder.” It hit me like a ton of bricks. The reason the corn mazes stopped was because of change of ownership. I thought he had managed to convince the city council somehow of stopping the event. I never thought he’d outright buy the field. “Please, help me.” I begged. “I’m scared.” His face softened at this. I think he could see the genuine fear on my face. It took everything inside of me to come here today. “I could see about questioning the girls in the video. If there’s an eyewitness account, it would help validate your claims and help get a search warrant, but as it stands, a shaky phone video isn’t enough to convince a judge an actual crime occurred.” “Thank you,” I said. It made me feel a little better. Not much, but a little. I packed up my stuff and went to leave, but he stopped me and asked if I had any more copies of the video. I nodded and told him I had more copies at home.  …………………………………………………………………………………………….. I went to school after that. I missed the first three periods, but other than that, the day was pretty uneventful. I’d just have to make sure to beat my dad home and erase the message on the answering machine that said I was absent from school. When I got home, I noticed right away something wasn’t right. The front door to my house was open. I know I closed and locked it and my dads’ car was nowhere to be seen. Not wanting to walk into a robbery in progress, I ran to the neighbors’ house and knocked on their door. I apologized for bothering him, but that there might be someone in my house. He let me inside and I sat with his wife. His wife told him to call the police, but instead he grabbed a baseball bat and went to check it out. He came back thirty seconds later looking white as a sheet. This time he called. When he hung up he explained my house had been torn apart. All the drawers were open, and all the furniture was upside down. The cops came before my dad did. The searched the perimeter and said it was safe to come inside. The house was a disaster, and I was freaking out. Papers were scattered everywhere, lamps knocked over, and all the electronics in the house were dead. But they were still there. Nothing was taken. The police said there was no sign of forced entry. They think I forgot to lock the front door-- even though I swear up and down I did. I told them about what happened this morning but they didn’t think it was related. My dad came home shortly after and pitched a fit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so mad. Even my neighbor intervened and told him to calm down. All the electronics in the house are completely fried: the computers, the TV, the lights. We each have a working laptop because we bring them with us; his for work and mine for school. Unfortunately, the router is dead, so no Internet at home. It creeps me out being there, so I’m at a McDonald’s right now, clearly ignoring their “30 minute” signs. It feels. . . violating to know someone was in your house going through all your stuff. The house doesn’t feel right anymore, I feel like I’m being watched, but I guess I’ve been more on edge since. I’m wondering if whoever broke in was looking for something in particular since nothing was taken that we’re aware of. I’m still waiting to hear back from the detective. If he doesn’t call by tomorrow I’m going over there. I’ve left him a few messages, all of which were ignored. Too many weird things have been going on since then. I’ll keep you guys updated if anything else major happens. At least with my desktop fried, I no longer have to worry about my search history.
Friday night—well actually Saturday morning-- when I finally came home from McDonalds, I went straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open to drive home. I didn’t bother changing out of my school clothes from the night before either. My pillow was beckoning me, and in a trance, I obliged. I dreamed I was being chased in a cornfield, begging and pleading with whoever—or whatever-- was behind me. I could see the stalks moving every time I looked behind me, getting closer and closer with every second. I ran, feeling powerless and terrified as I shouted for someone to help me. I sprinted into a dead end, just as my mother had. I turned to face my pursuer, but there was no one there. I stood, my nerves on edge, looking left and right. All the hairs on my arms stood on end. Where was it? I jumped as I felt something grab my ankle. I looked down to find several rotting hands reaching up from the ground, one with a tight grip on my ankle as it begin to pull me down into the soft earth. I felt myself begin to sink like quicksand. My chest in the ground, then my waist, followed my legs. I could feel the hand pulling followed by another, and another. Just as my head was covered with dirt I woke up gasping for air. I felt a presence in my room with me. I looked up to find my dad staring at me from the hallway. He came and sat on the edge of the bed and asked if I was all right. I scooted away from him in fright. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but my racing heartbeat warned me to stay on guard. His eyes of sympathy slowly began to morph into one of disgust. He launched up out of my bed as if a spider had crawled onto him. He looked down at me in annoyance, as if repulsed by the mere sight of me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and motioned to get out of bed, but as soon as I moved the blankets the smell hit me. I had forgotten to change last night, and could feel the moisture surrounding my waist. I looked away from him no longer able to meet his eyes. He mumbled something that sounded like, “disgusting” and left my room in a huff. I let out a sigh of frustration. He’s always seen my problem as childish and thinks if he gives me enough negative reinforcement, I will somehow subconsciously stop doing it, like a yappy dog given a shock collar. It only happens maybe once a week, unless I’m really stressed—like right now.   I pulled the blankets back ready to inspect the damage and let out a startled gasp. My legs, the beddings, and the blankets were all covered in blood. I whimpered as I tossed the blanket back over me and let my mini heart attack run its course. I felt shivers run up and down my back as my mind raced to find a possible explanation. It’s my period, I finally told myself, my period that’s two weeks early. When I made up my mind that this was perfectly normal biological response to stress (yay hormones) I turned the covers over only to be greeted with . . . nothing. No blood, or urine. I sat there staring at my lap utterly perplexed. How was this possible?            Maybe it was the sleep deprivation? Or maybe it was the lighting playing tricks on my eyes by casting a shadow over my legs. But what about the smell and the moisture I felt? I sniffed myself and grimaced. I was covered head to toe in sweat. I peeked under the blankets a third time to make sure I wasn’t going to suddenly find myself sitting in a pile of green Jello this time. Once the coast was clear, I sat up out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I stood under the hot water for a good 45 minutes, still shaken up from the nightmare. It wasn’t until I was rubbing the soapy loofa over my legs did I notice the bruise that wrapped around my ankle. A bruise that was in the shape of hand. I tried to tell myself I was loosing it. What I needed was a good nights sleep without any nightmares and I’d be okay. I just needed to think of something to calm myself down, I thought as I stepped out of the shower. Now wasn’t a good time to be seven. The bathroom was thick with steam and the mirror clouded with condensation as I grabbed a towel off the rack, and threw it over my head. I closed my eyes and began to dry my hair. It wasn’t until I removed the towel did I notice the mirror. I stood rooted to the spot as I stared at the message. Written in condensation in the glass were the words HELP ME. I dropped my towel to the floor and stared as it began to dawn on me. I think I brought home more than just a cell phone. “I’ll try, mom.” I whispered. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I must have left a dozen more voicemails for the detective, none of which were returned.  I ended up pacing back and forth in the house most of the day trying to figure out what to do. I’d give him until Monday. He was a homicide detective; he must be pretty busy, right? I convinced myself my mom caused whatever was going on in the house. I felt more at ease; she wouldn’t hurt me! My mom wanted me to solve her death and I was determined that’s what I was going to do! Somehow… A leather bound book sitting in the hallway caught my attention. I grabbed it and decided to kill time by looking through old photo albums. I noticed right away most of my moms’ pictures were missing. A sure sign of guilt, I thought. I flipped through the pictures reminiscing of old Christmases and Thanksgivings. I smirked when I got to a picture of me with French braids standing in front of the fireplace mantel. That was the night I accidentally stuck one of my braids in a candle and it caught on fire.  My dad panicked and threw a bucket of water on my head. I slipped in the puddle and reached out with my hand to try and catch something and ended up pulling my dads shorts down as I landed on the ground. Seven was a good year. I turned the page and came across a picture of me around the same age holding up a fish between two men. One was my dad and the other… I couldn’t quite place him but he looked oddly familiar. I pulled it out of the sleeve and stared at it. My blood ran cold as I read the printing on the back. Lake Pyro. Frank, Rachel, and Mario. I clenched my fists in anger. That’s why the detective wasn’t returning my phone calls! He was a friend of my dad! “Son of a bitch!” I grumbled. So if I couldn’t count on the police, what could I do? He had the only copy of the video now that since my computer was fried. What I needed was solid evidence a crime had taken place in order to take it to a different police station. The more I thought about it, the more obvious the solution became. If they needed more evidence, I knew exactly where to get it. I had a metal detector, so what was keeping me from digging it up? I looked at my cellphone for the time. I had three hours until my dad came home. I grabbed my metal detector and headed to my car. I drove down to the lot trying to think of the exact location where I had found the phone. It couldn’t have been too far from there. I got there, parked, and pulled my metal detector from the car. I only made it a few yards in until I heard a police siren behind me. “Fuck.” ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. “I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF THE FIELD!” my dad yelled when he came to pick me up at the police station. “Why do you think I had a cop there waiting? I knew you’ve been acting suspicious lately!” A cop had chased me off, but I had waited until he turned the corner to try again. He caught me. “Oh, I’m acting suspicious?” I fired back as I got in his car and we drove home. “I know what’s in the field.” I mumbled underneath my breath. “Stay away! I mean it! I’m calling a company first thing in the morning and putting up a barbed wire fence.” He said. I could see his fists shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. “What happened to mom?” I asked. My eyes blurred with tears of anger.   “Jesus, Rachel. We promised to put this behind us. Why are you bringing all this up now?” “I just . . .really miss her!” I sobbed into my hands. “You’ve got me, Rachel, you don’t need her! Not after what she did to us.” He added darkly. It was clear he wasn’t sorry at all. We pulled into the driveway and I got out, tears still streaming down my face and I ran from him. “RACHEL!” He shouted after me. I didn’t get very far. Actually I didn’t even get past my driveway before I ran into my neighbor that I asked for help when the house was broken into. I must have looked like a mess with tears and snot running down my face. I was at my breaking point. She tried to ask me what was wrong, but I just kept shaking my head and whimpering, “nothing.” “Did you get in a fight with your dad?” she asked softly. I nodded my head and sniffled. She invited me to spend the night in their spare bedroom, and I took her up on it. I couldn’t stay with my dad another day. I had to get away, even if it was only one house over. I sat in the living room by myself and tried to pull myself together while she made tea. Her husband was in the other room watching sports on tv, and I could hear him talking to the players through the screen. I took my shoes and socks off and examined my ankle. It was swollen and the bruise was even more pronounced. “Oh, honey, how did you get that?” Judy asked, as she came in carrying two mugs. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t even think about how bad it must look, until she leaned over and whispered in my ear, “did he do that?” I felt bad about lying, but I nodded my head. If it got me away from him longer the better off I was before he really did do something violent. “Oh, sweetie.” She said, setting the mug down on the coffee table. She pulled me into a tight hug, and I can’t begin to tell you how good it felt. It had been so long since I had felt any kind of physical affection, and I just kind of broke down. She rubbed and patted my back and let me get it out of my system. I felt calmer after.  After an hour of talking about my plans after I finished school (I had to admit I was going to be a super senior) did she ask if I needed her husband, Frank, to get anything from my house. I was going to say no, but I thought of the package under my bed. I would be mortified if I repaid their kindness by wetting their bed. I wrote a list, which included: spare clothes, pill box, my phone charger, the package under my bed, and my laptop. I grimaced in embarrassment when she asked me to clarify what the package under my bed was, just incase he had trouble distinguishing it from something else. I mumbled what it was, and her lips curled into a tight frown. For a second I was afraid she wouldn’t let me stay here, but I was a little shocked what came out of her mouth. “You know that’s a sign of sexual abuse,” she let the phrase hang in the air until I understood where she was going with it. “No, no, no” I sputtered. I wanted my dad to get arrested, but I didn’t want him to get shanked while he was there. “Never, it’s just a problem I’ve had off and on since my mom left.” I admitted. When Frank came back with all my things, I thanked them and got ready for bed. Judy came in to check on me and make sure I was all right. She sat on the edge of the bed and we talked for a little while longer. My eyes were getting heavy, and as I turned my head to check the time on the clock I noticed a picture on the nightstand. In the picture stood a smiling blond girl, the same girl from the video! “Who is that?” I asked now wide-awake. “Hmm? Oh, that’s my daughter.” Judy said. She reached out and touched the photo affectionately. I was afraid she was going to tell me she had gone missing with how sad Judy’s face appeared. “She’ll be home from college next week.” My heart soared. I had a witness! I was one step closer to the truth!
Sunday was uneventful, just the way I like it. I got to catch up on sleep and de--stress. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I opened my eyes Sunday morning to realize it wasn’t morning at all, it was nearly one in the afternoon. A knock on the door is finally what woke me up. Judy came in to check up and me. She said she had tried to get me up for breakfast, but that I had showed no signs of life or willingness to leave the confines of the blankets. Why would I ever want to leave that bed? The down comforter was amazing! When I finally sat up, I was greeted by the cold moisture on my waist. I was almost afraid to check after the events of the previous day. I pulled back the covers and let out my held breath. I never thought I’d say I was relieved to have wet the bed. No pun intended. I’m glad I admitted my problem and asked them to bring me sleep shorts (I just can’t bring myself to call them diapers), otherwise I don’t think I’d ever be able to show my face there again. And what of the interrogation with the witness? Hey, welcome home from college, sorry I pissed your bed, now can you answer some questions for me? Around three in the afternoon my dad came by to try and talk to me, but I wouldn’t have it. Judy tried to get me to talk to him, but I said I needed more time. Is forever a correct measurement of time? He reminded me of my psych appointment on Thursday, which I had completely forgotten about amidst the chaos, so I guess his visit wasn’t all bad -- even if he could have just texted me. I spent most of the day planning what I was going to ask Bella, Judy’s daughter. The name sounded oddly familiar, but I attributed that to my junior high obsession with Twilight. Around dinnertime, Judy asked me if they ever caught whoever broke into the house. I shook my head, but something about my face must have seemed suspicious. I really hate my open book face. She asked me if there was something else wrong. I relented and told her I thought my house was haunted. I could see her trying to hold back a laugh. The rest of the week was pretty uneventful until Wednesday night; I had another nightmare. I dreamed I was back home lying in my bed, but I couldn’t move. It wasn’t like there was something physically holding me down, but rather, I was paralyzed by fear. I could feel a presence in the room with me. That’s when a black figure appeared. It had no face or physical features; I don’t think it even had a physical form. It stood in front of my bed looking down on me. I kept telling my brain to move, but my body refused. The black mass leaned down on the bed and began to crawl towards me. I could feel the bed give under its weight and creak despite the lack of a body. It grabbed my ankle and pulled me down the bed before it held me down by my wrists by pinning them over my head. I could feel the warmth of its breath on my face. Finding my voice, I let out a howl of terror and managed to wake myself. I jolted up in the darkness. Beads of sweat dripped down my face. There was a soft knock on my door a few moments later. Judy let herself in and flipped on the switch. I squinted in the sudden brightness as the light burned my eyes. She asked me if I was okay, but I just shook my head and hugged my knees. My heart was still hammered in my chest and I jumped at the unexpected touch on my back. “Shh, it’s okay, Rachel, you’re safe.” Judy whispered as she rubbed and patted my back. I hid my face in my hands until I felt her grab my wrist. I let out a yelp and instinctively pulled back. We both looked to see a bruise beginning to form around my wrist. Judy was wrong. I wasn’t safe, not even in my sleep. Some one or some thing wanted my attention. “It’s after me.” I whispered. She patted my head as I leaned against her shoulder.  I stayed there for a few minutes, but I felt gross and sweaty. I decided to take a shower before I tried to go back to sleep. I pulled back the covers and let out a horrified gasp. There was blood everywhere. Again. I closed my eyes tight and tried to tell myself it wasn’t real, but when I opened them it was still there. On the sheets and the blankets. Down the inside of my pants. I let out a terrified moan as I jumped out of bed. Judy looked from me back to the bed. “It’s okay, Rachel, the bedding can be washed.” She gazed at me with a concerned look on her face. How could she think this was normal? “You leaked, it’s not something to get so worked up over.” Leaked? This wasn’t a leak! Just when I was about to ask her what she meant, a sharp pain in my stomach made me cry out. I doubled over and let out a groan before falling unconscious on the ground. And that’s how I ended up spending my Thursday in the hospital. I woke up in the emergency room pain free and cleaned up. Judy must have called my dad because he was in the chair next to me. He looked relieved to see me awake. Judy and Frank were also standing beside me. We waited a few hours in the ER before the doctor came, asked everyone to leave, and gave me an examination. He pressed around my stomach a bit and asked if it hurt. It didn’t. He paused when he noticed the marks on my arms and legs and asked how I got them. I didn’t want to say, so I just shook my head. Who would believe me that I thought a ghost was attacking me in my sleep? I told him about waking up covered in blood. He looked at my chart and said the nurses hadn’t reported seeing any when they examined me. I frowned in confusion. I know I wasn’t imagining it this time, even Judy saw it! Maybe she cleaned me up before she brought me in? The doctor finished his examinations and stepped into the hallway. I could vaguely hear him talking to someone, but I couldn’t make out the words. Until I heard my dad start shouting. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WON’T TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER; SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!” The doctor spoke in hushed tones, which I guessed was him trying to calm my dad down. “Screw HIPPA! TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG!” Twenty minutes later I was filling out forms so my dad to have access to my treatment since I was 18 now. Being an adult really was complicated. I didn’t remember having to do this last time I was he- The sudden thought struck me as odd. I laid back down and stared at the ceiling as a feeling of déjà vu came over me. Had I been here before? They were out in the hallway for quite some time before they came back in. And you know what the big secret HIPPA was keeping from my dad was? Nothing. There was nothing wrong with me. The Doctor told us it was stress from graduating. I pointed out I wouldn’t be graduating until next year because I was behind in credits. He changed the diagnosis to stress from not graduating. Judy came in to tell me I should probably go home with my dad since he seemed worried about me. She told me her daughter called and told her she would be there tomorrow instead of Saturday. I nodded in agreement, despite feeling anxious. More like terrified really. The lines between what was real and what wasn’t were becoming blurred. I decided on one last test. I apologized for the sheets. She said it wasn’t a big deal since urine would wash out. The drive home from the hospital was silent, until we pulled into the driveway. My dad turned off the ignition and said, “What’s been going on with you, Rachel? I’m worried. You trashed our house, you nearly got arrested for trespassing, and now this?” he grabbed my arm and motioned towards the bruises. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, forcefully pulling my arm away. “I didn’t trash the house! And what does this have to do with anything.” “The doctor said it was self inflicted. Am I not paying you enough attention?” “IT WAS NOT!” I yelled back, feeling my blood boil. “I-I dreamed someone was attacking me, and I woke up like this.” I admitted. His stern gaze seemed to soften. “I’m sorry, Rach, I forgot. It’s the anniversary…” I nodded my head, and opened the car door. I was always get depressed around the time of my mom disappearance, but apparently I have my dad to thank for that. “I miss her.” If I couldn’t get him arrested, I might as well guilt trip him. “Why have you been bringing this up lately?” He asked. He seemed annoyed now instead of sympathetic. “Is this what this is all about?” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Maybe you can talk to your psych about it later today. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all that.” I went to get out of the car but stopped. “Have I ever been in the hospital before?” He seemed surprised by the question. “Why?” I shrugged and got out leaving the question hanging. I took his surprise as a no. …………………………………………………………………… My appointment with the psychiatrist didn’t go much better. I told her about everything that was going on (minus the possibility of my dad being a murderer) and she asked me if I had been under a lot of stress. While it was true that I had been, I didn’t think it was the cause of everything. There was something more, something darker, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. She upped my anxiety meds anyway and told me to get some sleep. So now I’m in my own room in bed staring at my wrists. The dream felt so real. It was like I could really feel someone grab me. I didn’t do this to myself, right? I’d remember something like that…unless I did it in my sleep in an attempt to wake myself up. I lined up my right hand with the marks on my left and let out a disappointing sigh. The marks lined up perfectly with my fingers. So apparently I’m hurting myself in my sleep. Why though? And how do I stop it? What if I hurt myself worse than leaving a bruise? What if I dream I’m being strangled and choke myself to death? But why have I been imagining blood? I don’t know what’s going on, I’m hoping I’ll know more tomorrow after meeting with Bella. That is, if I don’t accidently stab myself in my sleep tonight.
Friday-  I saw Bella from my bedroom window, so I went outside to introduce myself. Expect she already knew who I was. She gave a wave and said, “Hey, Rachel, it’s been a while, I haven’t seen you in, like, forever! How are you?” I was floored. I swear I had no idea who this person was. Forever is right, I thought to myself. I decided to play along, and agreed with her. “Yeah, it’s, uh, been a while.” I said, figuring I looked every bit as awkward as I felt. I never was good with small talk. Or regular talk. Or any kind of talk outside of a keyboard. Bella, however, seemed to thrive on it. Getting information out of her was going to be easier than I thought. She told me all about how much she loved college. She joined a sorority, (She told me the name, but it went right over my head.) And she told me all about the pledging and Greek life. I smiled and nodded politely, it’s pretty much all I can contribute to conversations with strangers. She asked me what college I was going to, and I admitted I still wasn’t done with high school. I got behind in my sophomore year when everything started. “How’s the baby?” She asked. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I shook my head. She obviously had me confused with someone else. Me? Have a baby? I have NO experience with men.  I let out a nervous laugh and said, “Uh, I don’t think that was me.” “Maybe it was Lizzy that was pregnant. I can’t remember.” She said. “Must be.” I said. There was pause in conversation as I tried to figure out how to phrase it. “Do you remember that cornfield maze off the highway?” “Oh, yeah, I loved that place. A group of us from high school used to sneak in at night and get wasted. They still doing that?” She asked. I shrugged. I hate the taste of beer; I don’t understand how anyone can drink so much of it they get drunk. “Do you remember anything… unusual happening?” I pried. Her smile faltered. Her stance became uncomfortable. I may not be good at talking, but I’m pretty good at picking up body language. She seemed uncomfortable with the topic. “Not… really.” “I found an old cell phone in the field. There was a video on it and you were in it. Do you remember?” I could see her fidgeting. Judy came out and waved at us from her front porch. “You saw my mom in the video.” “I have to go; I’m sorry.” I watched as she headed up the driveway and back inside the house. She was hiding something, and I was going to get to the bottom of it. She spent the rest of the day avoiding me. Every time she came outside to vape, I did my best to get a straight answer. Each time she told me she either had to make a phone call and couldn’t talk, or she didn’t remember that night. I doubted her answer. Witnessing a murder wasn’t something you just forgot. Had my dad gotten to her too? Maybe it’s me being paranoid, but once when I walked outside to take the trash out—and maybe sort of eavesdrop on her phone conversation—I could have sworn she said, “She’s asking questions.” By the time the afternoon came around I had made four attempts to pry information from her, each one failing worse than the last. Maybe I should try talking about something else. She seemed to enjoy talking about school. When I approached the fifth time, she motioned to head back inside, but I stopped her. I told her my school counselor was on me to finish high school and pick out a college—which wasn’t a lie. I asked her what applying for college was like.  She seemed to lighten up at this. She walked me through the daunting process, which seemed absolutely appalling to me. “How am I supposed to pay for it though?” I asked. While we didn’t live in the ghetto or projects, it certainly wasn’t a ritzy high-class area. I certainly couldn’t afford tuition for a place like UC Davis like Bella had managed. I was surprised since her parents weren’t that well off either. “You can get student loans, although the thought of living in debt doesn’t appeal to me. I got a scholarship, if it wasn’t for that I don’t know what I’d do.”  “So they pay for your school? What’s the catch?” I asked. She paused to take a puff of her cinnamon scented vape before answering. “Pretty much, just gotta keep my grades up, do a certain number of community service hours, stay out of legal trouble. Stuff like that. Hey, I got to go, but if you have any more questions about school, hit me up.” She said, before heading back in the house. I messed around on the computer for the rest of the day before I decided to lie down for a bit. I was still feeling off. As soon as my head hit the pillow my mind began to race with the possibilities of what was going on, but right when I was about to fall asleep my phone rang. I reached into my vibrating pocket and answered with a groggy, “hello.” The man on the other line introduced himself as Detective Fuller and he was returning my call while Detective Gonzales was on vacation. I sat up in my bed and listened intently. He asked me if I had seen the news. I hadn’t. I ran to the living room and turned on the TV before flipping to the news. The Breaking News headline grabbed my attention. Two bodies had been discovered in the field today; a man and a woman along with a gun. “What happened?” I asked in shock. “How?” “I came across the video you sent in; it was enough to get a search warrant. I’d like to ask you to come down for questioning today, if that’s all right.” “Y-yes.” I stuttered out. “I’ll come down right away.” I hung up the phone as I watched the segment. I heard my dad come in and stand next to me. He stood as still as a statue as I heard his breath hitch. Once the clip was over, he turned to look at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said, dropping my head. “I had to.” His voice came out barely above a whisper. “Rachel, what have you done?” “You killed my mother; your own wife!” He looked at me, eyes wide with fright, “Don’t you remember?” “Remember what?” “What they did to you! Rachel, don’t you remember the pregnancy?” I stepped back. “N-no, that’s not possible! I was never pregnant! There’s no baby!” “You miscarried.” His voice was slow and drawn out as if talking to a child…or a crazy person. “You asked me earlier if you had ever been in the hospital. You were. Three years ago. For sexual assault. What kind of mother takes the word of her boyfriend over her daughter?” I wanted to deny it, but his words began to unlock memories deep in the recesses of my mind. I remembered the cold stirrups underneath my legs, I remembered staring up at the grey ceiling wishing the invasive testing would be over. They gave me a morning after pill, but it was too late. It wasn’t the first time he had done this to me. I backed away as more and more memories began to flood in. The night terrors I’ve been having. They weren’t just dreams; they were memories. The pain and blood I had imagined. It was from the miscarriage. I came home from school sick that day. I walked in on mom and her boyfriend. She told me he was just a friend from work and I believed her. I was such a naïve fourteen year old. I told them I wasn’t feeling well and went to go lay down in my room. I woke up several hours later to find him there, standing over my bed looking down at me. He gripped his hand tight around my ankle and pulled me down the bed. I was too scared to scream. He got on top of the bed as it sunk under his weight and pinned my wrists above my head. Why couldn’t I scream? Where was my mother? She would surely come and save me. She didn’t. It was the first of several attacks. Tears streamed down my face. “You did it to protect me?” I said. How could I have forgotten all of this? He shook his head. “Rachel, I didn’t kill your mother. You did.”                                     ~ I sat on the couch as Detective Mario Gonzales, Bella, and my father stood around me. “I-I couldn’t of! The video, it clearly showed a man!” I said. Everyone looked away awkwardly. Mario finally spoke, “What exactly do you think happened in that video?” I told them my version of events. My father and Mario exchanged glances. “Bella, why don’t you tell her what you saw that night.” I looked to the blond girl in front of me afraid of what I’d hear. “I saw a masked person come out of the clearing that night, but, it wasn’t a man speaking, it was a female. I couldn’t see who it was, but it was definitely a female.” “N-no!” I stuttered! This couldn’t be happening! “I heard my mom talking about not leaving me on the video! I heard a mans’ voice! I heard her say ‘I know it’s you, Tom.” Mario sighed and took his cell phone out of his pocket. “I didn’t want to show you this, but I think you need to see it.” I watched on the screen as the two girls giggled and pointed the camera at the couple in the cornfield. I heard my mom talking, but it wasn’t about not leaving me. It was about not leaving her job. Shots were fired; Richard went down. And then I heard the voice… my voice. My mom picked up the phone and ran. She pointed the camera at her face and said, “I love you, Richard.” I love you, Richard, not I love you, Rachel. I choked out a sob as I looked up at them. Tears fell from my face. I turned it off, I couldn’t watch anymore. “How is this possible?” Mario took his phone back. “You haven’t been in a good place, Rachel. Are you aware of what a delusion is?” My father got down on his knees and took my hands in his. “I don’t blame you for what happened, Rachel, what they did to you was awful. You couldn’t handle that your own mother would do that to you. Along with the stress of the assault and the miscarriage, it was too much. You called me that night, and Mario and myself helped you bury the bodies. We parked her car at the school, the one you had been hiding in to get there. We took Richard’s car to the junkyard and had it destroyed.” “They gave me and Lizzy the scholarship to keep quiet.” Bella said softly. “You were all trying to protect me.” I said horrified. “I’m going to take the fall.” My dad said. “No, you can’t!” I said. The guilt of accusing my father began to gnaw at me. “I killed them, you can’t turn yourself in!” “It won’t do her any good. Her prints are all over the gun. As soon as they run it, they’ll come for her. We wore gloves that night.” Mario said. “Her only hope is an insanity plea.” “I can’t send my daughter to prison!” He said. His eyes were wet with tears. “If she signs a confession, she won’t go to prison. She can enter an insanity plea; she’ll go to a hospital. You saw her that night, it wasn’t Rachel.” “I can’t do that to my daughter!” My dad said. “There’s got to be another way!” “Didn’t you just tell me you took her to the hospital for self inflicted injuries?” Mario asked. His words pounded in my head. It was true. I had done that to myself. I was a danger to myself and others. They were both putting their jobs on the line to save me. I was so numb with shock I didn’t care anymore. “I’ll do it.” I said. “I’ll sign it.” They both looked at me for a solid minute. “Are you sure, Rachel? Is this really what you want to do?” My dad asked. I nodded my head as Mario took a piece of paper and a pen and handed it to me. I, Rachel Marie Brooks, killed my mother, Staycee Brooks and her boyfriend, Richard Chancler in a fit of insanity. I signed, dated it, and slid the piece of paper over.                                             ~
Final part It was a rough night. Mario called the police station and said I made a confession.  There were lots of tears as the police came and took me away, but I’ll never forget the look on my dads face and the words he spoke to me, “I’m so proud of you for being brave.” He had never said those words to me. Those words have kept me going all this time. Apparently, it wasn’t just the murders I forgot, or the abuse, or the miscarriage, but a whole six months of my life was missing. It never clicked until my first night at California State Hospital. As I lay out on the hard, uncomfortable sleeping mats that passed for beds and stared up at the dull grey ceiling did more memories come back. I had been here before. I had spent five months here my 10th year of school. This place, this god forsaken, horrible place, where the screams and shouts of patients echoed through the halls. This place for the mentally insane is what caused me to lose my memories. This was the reason I fell behind in school. How had I lost so much time? Not all of it came back mind you, but enough to fully come to terms with the fact that I really was responsible for the death of my mother. It was the worst night of my life. I cried until I made myself sick to my stomach. Then I cried some more. How could I live with myself? How could I live with this immeasurable guilt that suffocated me? No normal person could ever function knowing they were responsible for someone’s death. It was clear my father was not to blame. Only a monster could continue to go on with their day-to-day lives as if nothing had ever happened. Only a monster like me…  My three “cell” mates eventually got tired of my inconsolable, anguished cries and paged an orderly. They came and sedated me with an injection to the neck. Before I went under I told them I didn’t want to live anymore. I told them I wanted to be left for dead and buried in the field I had abandoned my own mother. I woke the next day unable to move my arms. I struggled to sit up in my drug induced haze. Now this. . . this wasn’t so bad. I could live like this. Keep it coming guys, I thought, I can’t feel the pain. Maybe, if it wasn’t for the over whelming nausea that wet my throat when I moved, I could just stay like this. Even the uncomfortable bed wasn’t so uncomfortable anymore. A few hours later I woke up needing the bathroom. The drugs had worn off a bit and I was able to sit up. My first thought when I looked around the room was the realization that this wasn’t the room I had fallen asleep in. Instead of two bunk beds in an eerily clean room that smelled of disinfectant, I found myself in a padded cell by myself. No bed, no toilets, no… anything. My arms were tied around myself in a permanent hug. I really couldn’t move; it wasn’t just the drugs. “Hello?” I called out. “Hello!?” I kept yelling and shouting until someone finally poked their head in. “Where am I?” I asked. “The safe room. It’s where we keep patients who are prone to self injury or physical violence.” He explained. His voice was monotone and showed no emotion to my situation. It was as if he had seen girls locked in a straight jacket every day. Then again, judging by my environment, he probably did. I was confused to say the least. It wasn’t until later that I remembered making the comments that I did, but at the time, the last thing I remembered was hurling into our rooms shared toilet.  “Can you take me to the bathroom?” I asked. “No, you stay here for another 16 hours.” He said. His eyes showed no sign of what was expected of me. His face showed no expression. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around the room. “Someone will be here later for cleaning.” He turned and left me, before closing the door. I heard the locking mechanism that made me all the more aware of my situation. After a while I began to struggle against the jacket more for something to distract myself with. It wouldn’t budge and after a while, all I had managed to do was hurt my shoulder. I laid back down as the fear of my future began to creep in, along with the ever present pulses of my full bladder. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, hoping the problem would take care of itself. Their problem if I make a mess, I thought as I drifted back to sleep. It didn’t work. I awoke to someone coming in pushing a cart of tubs and washcloths. Without a word they knelt beside me and unbuckled a few straps. I tried to help her by getting free on my own, but she admonished me with a, “Don’t move!” I tried to lie still, but it was too hard with a full bladder. She called me a, “squirmy one.” Her voice was also flat; it was a bit unnerving. She moved a few straps out of the way, looked at me and said, “You’re clean.” She began to buckle me back in, but my squirming made it difficult. She took in my movements for a few seconds before asking if I was new. “What?” “Are you new?” She asked again much less patient than before. “Y-yes!” I stuttered out. I clamped my knees shut, and that’s when I became aware of just what I was wearing. “Go.” She ordered. Seriously? That’s disgusting! It was one thing to do it on accident, but to do it purposefully . . . “Can you come back later?” I mumbled. I didn’t think I could do that with someone watching if I tried. “I’ll come back in the morning when I make my rounds again.” She said and motioned to leave. “Woah woah woah! No, no, please. Okay, I’ll do it.” It was easier than I thought it would be, but the clean up process was every bit as humiliating. The water in the bucket was like they had melted ice, and the orderly’s movements were full of years of pent up aggression. The ordeal had reset my tear ducts. By the time I heard the click of the locks I was full on bawling again. Food was offered, but I declined it every time. By the third passed meal, they threatened to mark me down with an eating disorder. I never acknowledged their threats. It couldn’t be any worse than being labeled a homicidal maniac. Turns out it was. After being force fed, I ended up spewing spaghetti in the corner and down the front of myself. I was later marked as a “purger”.  It wasn’t as bad once they had let me out of the quiet room. I was released from the jacket and led to the showers to get cleaned up. I still had spaghetti down my chin and neck. They stood and watched. I hated every minute of it, but getting cleaned was worth it. My freedom from hospital diapers was short lived after I wet the bed the night I was released from my padded cell. I suspect my fellow inmates narced on me, because while I stood in line with the others for nighttime medication, I was handed a cup of pills along with a hospital diaper. It was nothing like the discreet bed wetting pants I had back at home. I really did try to put it on, I did. I just couldn’t in my drug induced haze. I tried asking for pull ons, but they said this was all they had. So every night was the same routine. They’d hand me one, and I’d throw it away. My roommates must have complained about the smell, because an orderly followed me to the bathroom and made me put it on. After the fifth time I dropped it, they got impatient and did it themselves. Once again, the humiliation was too much as hot tears fell from my eyes. The days themselves were very structured. Wake up at 6:30, shower with an audience, brush my teeth, and eat what they passed for breakfast. Since I had an eating disorder marked off on my chart, I would be made to finish everything on my plate—even if I detested it. I envied the people who only got to eat half and leave. I would be left sitting long after everyone else had gone still trying to force it down my throat while an orderly sat and watched. Usually it was a drawn out battle of wills, with me being the loser. After breakfast the same orderly would follow me for an hour to make sure I didn’t forcefully throw it back up. It always comes out to say hello without any help thanks to my nightly doses of Seroquel and Abilify.  They said depending on the results of the trial; I might be allowed to go to the conjoined school and finish getting my high school diploma. For now though, my days consisted of psychiatric evaluations and group therapy’s. I was diagnosed with Dissociative Amnesia, and another dissociative disorder I can neither say nor spell. I could only recall a few spread out memories from my past stay, but they were few and far between. The psychiatrist said he remembered me, and he showed me my file and notes to prove I really was a patient here. He said I had made a lot of progress since my last stay. Apparently I was one of his more catatonic patients. He also said it might be why I don’t remember.  This was also where my bed wetting problem originated. We talked a bit, and he agreed to take me off the forced feeding list after we concluding it was the medications doing and not the two-finger weight loss program. It was the best news I had heard all week. After recreation we were allowed to watch tv. One day I had caught a snippet of the news. I was on it. I was being portrayed as a cold- blooded killer by the district attorney. All eyes in the rec room turned to me. Mine however, were glued in horror to the screen. That’s when my dad came on. He vouched for me, just like he promised he would. He painted me as a good girl with a troubled past and mental illness. It was also when he announced he was running for mayor. He said my bravery was what gave him the final push towards facing his fear of campaigning. He said if elected he would devote his time into getting the city better funding for mental health facilities, and the towns police force. It was his dream to be mayor, but when I asked him why he didn’t run, he said he just couldn’t. It was because of me. He didn’t want anyone looking deeper into our family history and digging up the truth about me. Now that the cat was out of the bag, he was free to run. When he came to visit me, I asked him why he didn’t go with self-defense; he admitted the evidence pointed to first-degree murder. If I didn’t get an insanity plea, I was looking at life in prison without the possibility of parole. The thought that I would pre-meditate my own mothers murder sent my stomach into tight knots. After three weeks I stopped crying during the day, and after two months, I stopped crying myself to sleep all together. The days blurred into each other until it was no longer a horrid and awful place. It was just where I lived. I had a lot of roommates in and out until it seemed they stuck the long timers in together. My “family” as they called the bunkmates, consisted of a paranoid schizophrenic woman in her thirties who routinely accused us of reading our minds and selling her thoughts to the government, a twenty year old with head trauma, one middle aged women who routinely went streaking down the halls in the co-ed section (she says it’s because of her hot flashes) and me-- a first degree murderer.  The girl with head trauma, Alicia, seemed the most normal out of the others, so I spent most of my time with her. She said she could only remember events for a week before she forgot them so she spent many hours writing things down and keeping a journal. She said she liked to lie and write something crazy down every day because she’d forget about it in a week. When she went back later and read through it she’d always get a kick out of it. She showed me last months entry. On Tuesday an escaped Hippo tore through the cafeteria and gobbled up all the food. I told her that one was true, but it wasn’t very nice to call Greg, the front security guard, a Hippo because he was over weight. She laughed and wrote a note about it in the corner. When she got to one page, she scanned it and quickly flipped to another before I could read it. We play fought over it until I managed to gain control and flip the page back. Apparently the “girl who wets herself in her sleep” was caught in the supply closet masturbating with a broom. I heard her mumble an apology, but I told her, “For your information, that broom handles name is Steve, and our relationship is none of your business.” We laughed for a bit, until she suddenly leaned over and kissed me. I pushed her off of me lightly. She seemed hurt, but I knew she’d get over it in a week. “You’ll make Steve jealous.” I whispered. “I don’t care,” she whispered back. She leaned into me again, but I didn’t push her off that time. She was my first love. We broke up three days later when she remembered she was dating someone else. I was heart broken. In another week, we were back to being friends writing notes in her journal. That was how I got into writing. It was an escape from my circumstances. I wrote novels in my spare time when I wasn’t in group sessions and kept a diary to keep myself sane. I wrote of the adventures of other girls with mental health issues. Sometimes they were also bed wetter’s; sometimes they weren’t. It helped me cope. One chronicled the adventures of an 18-year-old girl living in a dystopian future wrongly accused of murdering her brother because she too had a Dissociative Identity Disorder. Alicia liked that one best. I spent my days lost in the world of my mind dreaming that someone too would come save me and tell me it was all a misunderstanding. But it was nothing but a dream. When the trial finally came almost a year later, I was given the best verdict possible thanks to my father; innocent by reason of insanity. It was a tough and emotionally driven trial. My injuries and health records were released to the public and my past was hung out like dirty laundry. The world knew of my diagnosis, they knew of my repeated rape, the miscarriage, the bed wetting, and my abandonment. It stirred up more memories and more pain than I care to admit. I received many letters of support, along with just as many letters wishing for my execution. The prosecution painted me as a menace to society, a calculated and cruel killer trying to play the sympathy card. My psych took the stand and said I was not a violent person now that I was under correct care and supervision. I was, as he said, a victim of my circumstances. Unfortunately, it did not mean release. I’m twenty-one now. I’m sorry I made it seem like the events were currently happening to me, but a few years of have passed. Things got better when my dad got elected mayor. He moved me to a private center instead of a state run hospital. It’s still far from ideal, but I have Internet access now, which is how I’m writing to you all. I even have my own room instead of sharing with three others. In comparison to where I came form, it’s like a resort. It’s amazing what money can get you. I spend my days working on my novel from the scattered papers I brought with me.      It was hard for my father to visit me, and I know he was super busy being mayor. It makes me happy to hear from him though. I always looked forward to his calls. He told me he’s thinking of running for governor in a few years. I told him I wished could be there cheering him on from the side, but he reminded me the reason he even gets to run at all was because of my bravery that night. My heart swelled with pride, it made me feel so much better. But all that changed one day. Things would have been good (not great, but good) if she hadn’t come! Why did she have to do this to me? I was content not knowing! I had made peace that this was my life now. This is what I deserved! She ruined everything! Bella came one day to visit. I hardly recognized her. She seemed sad. She was no longer her chirpy, ditzy, student self. She told me she had graduated college and gotten married. I told her “that’s great!” but she just shook her head. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. Knowing what I did to you is tearing me up inside!” I wish I had told her to leave. She kept going. “I have to tell you the truth.” I cocked my head to the side in confusion. “What are you talking about?”  She whispered. “That night all those years ago out in the cornfield. We went to the police station to report what we saw, but we were drunk. Detective Gonzales blackmailed us the next day. He said if we spoke a single word of what we saw, he’d arrest us for under age drinking. I couldn’t have that on my record, Rachel, I’d lose my scholarship.” I stared at her, unwilling to speak. “Did you know that detective and your dad were best friends in high school?” I shook my head. “Rachel, they tampered with the video, it was fake. The first one you saw was real. It was a man that night in the mask. They made me. . .” She broke down in sobs in the visitor’s room. Some others stared at us. I was trying to process what she was telling me. “But I really had repressed memories! I was hurting myself! I’m mentally ill!” I said. “I just repressed the murders, right?” It’s what I had told myself for so many years! I repressed them with everything else, and I was lucky that I didn’t remember. But here was someone from my past telling me everything I knew was a lie? Again? “Just because you have a mental illness doesn’t make you a killer.” Tears spilled down her eyes. “I can’t live with myself keeping this from you. You deserve to know the truth.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You didn’t kill your mom; your dad did.”
Audio log #7:tracking-Rose-loading..................complete  "preparation is done I'm finally in with 11 other girls...its just a fight to the death now in this harsh environment,all I have is a spear that's sharper than my wits,heheh.aaannnnddd......GO................*psjidiehozp* AHHH DAMN I DRoped the recorde....................." The tape goes on for 30 min. "yea well now there's 7 of us counting me left,I wonder where rose is now actually"said Jewels. Jewels had always been one to stay out in the wilderness and now her might was up to the test when she enlisted for master huntstress. "This fucking arena is so huge a football stadium would bow to it". This is the Survivalist Arena also known as the dome home! Jewels along with 11 others were sent here to test their strength in the wilderness for 2 years. Those that survived were Master Huntstress'. Jewels,rose,star,Taylor,Alex,daisy,tulip,Pam,red,violet,kat,and Lexi all took the job. Pam,star,Alex,red,and Lexi all are dead this arena has the power to cause hell to these girls,sickness,animals,and weather are its power to control,and only the brave...will live THIS IS THE DOME HOME as jewels set up a fire she heard a rustle behind her,she quickly grabbed her dagger and prepared to fight. "Woa hey it's just me Daisy" "oh your back whatcha got" "the biggest feast ever, check it" daisy said in her melodic voice as she pulled a bundle of rabbits out of her sachell. "Dais you are a legend" " I know" as the Girls ate their feast they heard a scream that sounded like tulip,daisys little sis. "TULIP IM COMING" Daisy yelled as she dashed off with her bow. Tulip had been running from this beast after it caught her in its water supply. She had ran for hours on hours and she could hardly handle the pain in herl legs and the pressure in her bladder. Daisy found tulip screaming and running from a wilof, a horrid two headed wolf. Daisy jammed the arrow in its skull killing the beast instantly. "Tulip are you ok?" Daisy spoke with concern. "Mmhmmm,and I really have to potty. I can't hold it another min." Tulip spoke in her sweet and caring voice. "Ok well camp isn't far can you make it."  " I don't know but I have to hurry before I have an accident...again"  " ok tulip lets hurry" daisy said taking tulips hand.they followed the path back to camp until tulip stopped right in the middle of the trail. "Sis I can't hold it anymore it's coming out."  "Come on tulip you can make it"  "no...I...can...ahhhhahahahhhhhh." Tulip began crying as her bladder finally gave in and a yellow stream came down her leggings into her shoes. "Tulip its gonna be ok let's go back to camp." Daisy said as she picked up her sister to Carry her, not caring that she was getting wet also.  "Jewels were ok but I can't say the same for tulip here." Daisy said completely embarrassing tulip making her cry more. "Ahh tulip its ok it happened to me once.come on let's get you some new clothes and hang these up to dry." Jewels said taking tulip to their laundromat. "Hey anyone home." Taylor said at the perimeter of camp. "A yup were here" daisy replied " oh god it's a massacre out in the barren lands. Yerls torn in half totally decayed and rot..."  " gahh jeez don't put that in my mind." " so wassup daisy cup." " I saved tulip from a wilof and she peed herself just outside of camp." " awwww well the damn girls been through hell but she's a fighter. I still have no clue how you got your 12 year old sister in here." " fuck just don't get me started." ........................."damn I miss red, and poor violet was totally nuts when she found out.now...she's gone..." " yea but Taylor we need to stay strong we only have 30 more days till were considered huntstress'" " cannot wait" at the end of the day jewels took role. "Ok who's here." "Taylor" "tulip..." "Daisy""Ka...AHHH" "what kat what's wrong" jewels said as a puddle formed under kat "p...please...don't look..." Then a hissing sound came and for a minute the girls pretended it was raining. "Kat if you need to "go" you can just ask and we'll let you...don't sit at role and suffer." " I'm sorry...*whimper*" "well that's everyone,kat can go get re clothed and we will start cooking dinner" jewels said as she put the chart away. Dinner was a plate of rabbits that daisy hunted, everyone enjoyed it. They all sat around their campfire and told story's "...and then as the king stood at the top of his castle, he knew that it was glorious." "That was the best story you have ever told tulip" " thanks" "hey guys I'm gonna go see if the house is still powered up." "Ok Taylor be safe" said Daisy. Almost 30 min. Pass of story's and jewels, not telling anyone of her bladders limit feels desperate. " I'm gonna see if Taylor is gonna rejoin our fire"  she said as she walked off. Then she started a sprint for the bathrooms. Jewels starts to feel her pants get wet and she opens the door to the bathrooms and runs for the first stall. She opens it and... "RAHHHHHHHHH" Taylor screamed as jewels fell back and a yellow stream jutted from her pants. "TAYLOR YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME". " more like I scared the piss out of you...*snicker*So...sor...sorry *snicker*." "What are you...HUH...damnit Taylor I've only peed myself once in here and now you made me do it again.im going to the laundromat." later that day the girls get tired and head into the house...they find their quarters....and fall asleep.  (29 DAYS TILL DOME END) part 2 very soon!!!
JK fuck cliff hangers "KAT,TULIP,DAISY HELP...ITS TAYLOR." "Jewels what...AHHHHHHH WHAT HAPPENED." "The crate went off and Taylor saved me, I had to cut her arm off." " Jesus ok tulip stay away and don't look, kat help me Carry her to a bed, and jewels get me the medicine." The girls then rushed to save Taylor who was rapidly bleeding out. Everything went well, Taylor was stabilized, and her arm...well they did what they could. Tulip came in later... "Taylor I brought you some soda,I hope you feel better soon...please wake up...*sniff*."  "Oh hey tulip, you brought her a soda...that's sweet of you."  "I wish she would wake up kat..."  "uhh..nnnggg....wha...where.."  "TAYLOR!!!" "Woa...hey there tulip what's goin on." "Ahh your awake......do you want to know what happened?"  "What did happen?"  "Your left arm...take a look." When Taylor looked...she snapped... "Wha AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AH AH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE HELL."  "CALM DOWN...its ok."  "Oh my god... Get me up... Hurry please."  " ok hold on get your barrings." Kat got Taylor up and out of the house...she then went straight for the bathroom. Taylor didn't have a chance though. She ended up tripping, and falling down the stairs. She then ended up releasing her bladder again in a single day. "Damn it...could you..."  " get you new clothes...on it."  ???"your so dumb...do you think you will be masters? No you won't...ill make sure of that."??? the day went smoothly from there. The girls ate food went to sleep and the next day woke up fine. Taylor was coping with her arm, and was working around the house. Something happened though that day. There were two drops...one close and one far. The girls approached slowly. "Ok girls I'll open it, annnnd...NOW." ...      ... ...nothing. Inside was a prosthetic arm and a note. Dear Taylor, We here at the MHS are deeply saddened by the loss of your arm. That was not our fault though, one of the girls which we won't say her name, reached the drop first and set a bomb trap, and while this was highly uncalled for it isn't against rules. We here at the MHS will reward you with a prosthetic arm. Stay strong. Aurefwa, Leila Stone of the R&D team. "Well hell this kicks ass!" Taylor said as she hooked it up. "Greetings Taylor, I am P.A.M. Or the prosthetic. arm. manipulator." "It talks...YES I SHOULD LOOSE MORE OF MY BODY. Give me that hatchet I want a talking leg. "  "NO!" All the girls said. So they asked Pam a ton of questions until tulip came walking back with a rabbit. "Uhhh Daisy...can I keep this rabbit as a pet?" "Well yea sure I don't see that as bad."  "Here tulip let me form him a cage................here you go."  "And she can form us things." "Yes but i can only do nice things...I can't save your life but I can talk to you and form frivolous things like stuffed bears and what not."  " oh...still your awesome." And so hunts were done and animals were killed...Daisy, while dragging their food she felt her bladder twitch. "Ohh crap...I should hurry.." Daisy kept dragging the animal till she stopped. Her pressure was agony. She kept dragging the deer even though it weighed her down. She then noticed her mussels retract and for a spit second. A stream leaked into her jeans. Daisy dropped the deer and ran for the bathrooms. "I CANT WAIT..." She kept running and running until she heard tulip. "OWWW WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHHHHH..." Daisys mind had forgot about her need and she ran straying from her beeline. She then found tulip with a cut on her arm and rose trying to jam a dagger in her throat. "DAISY HELP MEHEHE...WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."  "ROSE? YOU MOTHER FUCKER I'LL KILL YOU YOU GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH. " Daisy screamed as she tackled rose. Daisy was filed with rage and aunguwish as she stole the dagger from rose and caught her off guard by jamming it in her chest and slowly dragging it up her chest. "Yea that feel good you fucking bitch...don't ever fuck with me or my sister..." Then rose fell down...and a horn sounded with the following announcement "rosemary albatross has fallen by dagger wound. May she rest forever."  " oh she will rest...but I hope it's not good. TULIP!!!" Daisy had just slayed a human being in front of her 12 year old sister...she turned to her and noticed her clothes were completely soaked with her urine. Tulip was wailing in fear and pain. "Tulip come on let's get back to camp and fix you up." The girls got back...tulip was healed and Daisy was still with tulip...then she remembered her need. "I'm gonna leave for a bit..." "No Daisy please stay I still hurt...please we can tell eachother story's." Daisy couldn't resist tulips sweet voice so she stayed, but her bladder was an absolute war zone, a lava pool, a blazing sun...in her body and if she didn't do something she would 'go' right in front of tulip, her sister who idolizes her. "Wow tulip amazing...I really should go get the dinner ready though." "Oh. Ok but promise me you'll save me a dr. Fizzy." " I will" they Daisy dashed away. She had less time than she thought, her pants were soaking but not filled. She tuned the corner, ran out the door, and straight for the bathrooms. Locked, just her luck... " please hurry I'm already leaking." "Ocupado Daisy-o. Take a number." "N...no...I can't....lossing..." She then lost the war. Her pants flooded,she balled up. What else was there... daisy cleaned up and cooked the deer for her friends. Story's from tulips mind of mysterys were told. And mysterys were unraveled. "But then the witch gave her staff away and all was good in wytic ville...the end." "That was pleasant tulip...a very happy ending...and I apologize for your arm..."  " thanks Pam. Your an awesome bot." The night was then upon them. And sleep was all they could think about...so they go...and they sleep i hate to say it but this is all for 3...4 though will be interesting... MORE TO COME  "No wait one more thing...its me Pam. This series has potintial. I wanna know if when this journey ends you want more girls to come in. See you in part 4 guys ;)"
God you know I actually like writing this so much I can't take a break.................uhhhhh part 4 everyone... "Daisy, we need a day off you know..." "Yea.........lets stock up food and for some time just chill." So Daisy and Taylor gathered some gear and told the girls at camp to wait till they got back. The team killed deer and Pam gave them a Tarmac to lay them on and carry with, but something got bad. "Ok on three dais...1...2...3 *CLICK* *BANG* "damn my rifle jammed...sorry."  "Nah it's cool, besides...we have deer to last us days. Let's go back." And so they got back to camp only to find the girls lined up for the bathroom. "Jewels hurry up we need to go now!"  "Hang on."  "Uhhhh sup ladies we got food fo days." No response..." Yea so were gonna go you all have fun here...heh." Then Taylor and Daisy walked off to start storing food. "Jewels we can't hold it any longer please just hurry up."  "Aaaand............I'm out later." Then jewels went inside. "Tulip you go first."  " t...t...thanks." Tulip said trembling uncontrollably. "Man there is so much deer...(I must eat it all)."  "What?"  "No... Wait I mean nothing." They stared at eachother for another few seconds then kept cutting the food up. "Soooooooo.....................do you like the deer I cook?" "YES ITS THE BEST....I mean...yea it's really good, your an amazing cook..........." Another long stare..." I'm almost done kat..."  "Ok tulip..." "Hmmmmmmmm what to make........this box,some markers,nails,and feathers.......*gasp*.... DART BOARD !!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS OK PAINT THE BOX ATTACH FEATHER TO NAIL HANG ON WALL....WE GET DARTS.....WOOOOOOOO."  "Jesus what's she going crazy about."  "Dart board.......yea." "Here kat I'll hold the door for you..."  "Thanks tuli....EEEP....DONT LOOK !!!!"  "AHHH OK...." Aaaannnnnnnddddddddd.....................................ok you know what happened.....so kat got cleaned up and the girls were told to come to the new room in the house. "Welcome ladies and....uhhh well ladies....to the new......fun room....we only have darts for now but we could make more stuff."  "Sweet so let's play darts jewels, just you and me...the old takedown Taylor." So the girls played darts like their life depended on it until..." 20-20 if Taylor hits double 10 she wins." The pressure was on as Taylor threw the dart...it flew through the air.....the loser had to drink 5 cans of soda...winner chooses what kind...the girls eyes all widened as the dart landed right dead center of the double 10 Taylor won... "Awwww yea.....so a bets a bet. I want you to drink 5 hill dews...."  " well ok..." Jewels chugged every can in 1 min. After words the girls were stumped. "AHHH I know we could build a pool."  "Tulip,you are just so cute it makes me wanna pop. LETS DO IT." So the girls gathered wood up and built the frame the the gathered water with Pam. In a matter of time...I dunno maybe 7 hours the girls had a pool. "Sweet...HURRY GET CHANGED." The first one in was jewels who hadn't had a break. She was at her bladders limit so she was just gonna pee in the pool. Before she could though Daisy jumped in with tulip then kat and finally Taylor did a giant cannon ball. And don't worry about Pam, she's water resistant  jewels who was to embarrassed to pee in the pool and leave to go the the bathroom waited and tryed to hold it. "So jewels you know what otters favorite question is."  "N...no what?" " water you doing." And not only did that joke make jewels laugh it was about water, the last thing she wanted to think about. Just then a leak escaped...luckily it was unnoticed. "Heh splash fight." Tulip said as she splashed water down jewels back frightening her and making her lose control. "It just got really warm over here............................oooooooohhhhhhhhhhh."  "*sniff* I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it..."  " it's a pool...there's water all around you shouldn't worry about that." "hey Pam you couldn't perhaps spawn us in a videogame player and a tv could you?" Taylor said it the fun room. "Now your talking.one tv and gamestation comming up................." "Wow Pam I should've cut my arm of years ago...."   "You wouldn't really though would you...you keep saying you will....are you?"  "What? No I'm just saying your an amazing arm...I'm happy to have you..."  Then the faceplate Pam uses as a face blushed... "there's now more German engineering for brogati and the weather outside is gonna be sunny...well it's not sunny here miss lady reporter." Said jewels as she heard the rain hit the roof. " yo diamond jewels hey so why is the bathroom outside instead of inside?"      "Room issues why."  " well I has gots to go duh." " well I dunno sorry...I'm gonna keep watching tv." Little did they know the rain wasn't going to let up at all...it kept pouring down. And Taylor knew there was no end in sight...soon she was so tired she passed out on her bed. "mmmmnnnnnn........ahhhhhhhh.......OHHHHHH I GOTTA PEE SO BAD." Taylor said as she woke the next morning...only to find out that rain was STILL COMING DOWN. " nnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg......why is it still raining?" Taylor waited and waited all she could until...she snapped and dashed through the rain. She ran in and almost lost her balance only to save herself with her right arm. She then got Pam awake so she could go to the bathroom. "Huh what...HEY WAIT WOA WOA WOA IM NOT LOOKING DOWN THERE!!!"  "PAM PLEASE IM ABOUT TO LOSE IT." She said with fear and helplessness. They argued for about 10 seconds until Taylor's mussels gave out and her pants once again...flooded....................... ok guys it's 12:00 it the fucking morning over here I'm going to sleep. Part 5 tomorrow.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
*buuuuuuurp* god that 5 piece was great...so now part 6e "TAYLOR THERES A GUY BEHIND YOU!!!!" Then Taylor died....in the game. "Fucking lazerman427,that's 3 times he's beat me...jewels you try this I can't." "Well ok but I'm not sure I can do any better than you. The game was call of duty firefly jewels favorite gun was the gzx-35, aheavy rifle with a high power scope. The match started and chaos began,jewels leaped behind lazerman and blew half his head off. "YEA THATS RIGHT YOU FUCK EAT MY BULLETS AND CHOKE.see Taylor I'm terrible."  " a...are you fucking blind?"  " what of course no..........AHHHHHHH YEA THATS RIGHT YOU FUCK I KILLED YOU AGAIN, EAT MY FUCKING THROWING BOMB. Taylor you look scared."  " who the hell wouldn't be..." The match went on like that and jewels went 63-0. Taylor's jaw dropped. "H...h...how?.......teach me your ways my senpie." "Huh...............wait I did that? Ok let's do it but no breaks." So nows the time I actually teach you the readers how to play games good. "So first you have to feel like your life is on the line,like your really therein the heat. Second know your limits.if you think you won't make a jump...don't go for it. 3 know the terrain. If it's long or short be prepared.........." The list goes on and on." So now I want you to play until you get a perfect game...no deaths."  " ok got it." So Taylor kept dieing over Andover again for 5 hours until she felt her bladder twitch. " uhhh jewels could I maybe go get a drink." " no you stay I'll get it for you,keep practicing." Taylor was actually really desperate so she tried to stay still. "Here you go." " thanks..." She couldn't just sit there and leave the drink so she took a big gulp...adding to her pressure and misery. 20 min. Pass and Taylor, already leaking, makes a dash for the bathrooms. "Uh uh uh you still need a perfect game...come on." Jewels said grabing Taylor and dragging her back. "But I need...I need the bathroom!"  " well done ou woudnt have got a drink if you did, your just tired...we can take a break. So Taylor was basically trapped and with no hope at all. She just couldn't stop leaking and eventually she just went for the empty can she had and pulled everything down. Then a powerful sound of water hitting the can came over the room. "Hahhahhhah feels so good........." But then the can was full, Taylor's bladder still very full needed relief still. She stopped it what little she could and screamed " PLEASE HURRY GET SOMETHING ELSE IM STILL LEAKING."  "WAHHH AHH OK ILL LOOK."  "HURRY I CANT.....ahhhhhhhhh." Then she lost the rest right there on the floor. "Well I'll go look for a towel now..." Taylor bent over and cried.  " it can happen Taylor, though it doesn't happen often it can happen. Next time be honest with your friends. Not just for me...but for your....panties......"  " Pam *sniff* you are the smartest ever." "Negative. Snowball is." "detecting deer to our east tulip."  " ok thanks snowball." Tulip snuck up on it and cut its head off with her katana. "Sorry mister deer, but we need to eat."  "Let me assist you in transiting it back to our station." Snowball said as he dragged it back. " thank you snowball...after all I could use a break all this water I drank and the painful trek is killing me...we should hurry...I kinda need to....it's nothing." "Judging you fidgety movement it would appear that your urinary tract has reached its capacity. We should make haste to the restrooms nearby before you lose control."  Tulip blushed embarrassedly, snowball had seen right through her. " yea that's it...lets hurry." Tulip ran as fast as she could...snowball going faster even with the deer still. Tulip then grew red and bent over. " snowball please don't look." "As you wish." Then tulip drowned her pants.it then leaked out of them onto a bee...talk about bad luck. The bee stung her and she had it spray out faster than a pressure washer, it splashed off the ground and up her back. when tulip returned she got redressed and tons Daisy she wanted to cook tonight. "Ok tulip but be careful."  " I will..." She started preparing the deer she killed when everyone gathered around. " ok ladies lets have chef tulip cook deer." Kat didn't want to miss the show because tulip promised a very cool show. She tossed the food into the girls mouthed and everyone was impressed. She put more on the fire for seconds. Kat was fidgeting uncomfortably. Everyone knew she needed to go but they kept quiet. Tulip began telling story's for a while and kat hit her limit. Just then the fire got crazy and the food was burnt...the fire was going to catch the house on fire...well it would've of kat didn't save everyone. She was at her limit so she pulled her pants down...and peed the fire out...".................KAT SAVED US!!!!!!" Tulip said. Kat was embarrassed but she was proud...she killed two birds with one stone.  ??? ...I'm so sorry red..........I miss you so much..........and it's all her fault.....I will kill her..... Good and slow........??? .........part 7.......tomorrow!........actually it might be tonight.......lets just say part 7 coming soon
Here it is... The long awaited part 8........ LES DO THIS!!! "Tulip...you remember your lessons right?" Tulip nodded.daisy was very concerned for her because this was here first real mission.nothing like the hunts but she was doing recon. They dashed through the forest and then.*BEEP* "NOW" then tulip flew into the air with her katana.turrets flew up out of the ground and aimed at her... *BRATATATATATAT*..................tulip pulled a darth vader and blocked very bullet with her blade. It was simply...well amazing isn't a strong enough word for it. Daisy gave her a smirk and then tuck and rolled under the laser trip wires. Kat and jewels were right behind on the Hawk-X,a flying stealth machine. Tulip found the entrance to an underground area but the door was shut and locked. "Ok...I got this...DANGER CLOSE." Said kat as 3 missiles hit the door blowing it off the hinges. "Great work now land us kat,let's see where this goes." The girls went down into to cave when they reached another door...not locked but with the letters VtV.    .    . "This is it. Stay quiet as long as we can." So the girls crept inside to find an armory filled with things thought to be unthinkable. Tulip found a separate room to the right. She tiptoed up...opened the door...and found violet taking a dump...XD....she then dashed at her...and her katana went right through her.....................hologram. "Wha..."just then a voice was heard and tulip flew back from an explosion. "I see you found my decoy...marvelous darling...but I'm afraid your life shall end." Daisy turned to tulip who had nails in her stomach from the bomb, she also noticed a yellow trail escape and form a puddle around her. "TULIP!!!"  "I'm *cough* I'm fine...it's only a flesh wound. I'll be *cough,cough* ripe as a peach in a sec." "Tulip your hurt...here I have some alatrosia...for your wounds." She then put some ofthe special elixir on her. Tulip wailed in pain but the serum worked like a charm. "Oh so precious...she is only a flower though...that's all she ever was....weak...and only the strong survive in this world. Now I'm going to give you a chance to leave...while you are able." They just stood there not moving "violet, we know you killed Taylor...we're going to give YOU a chance...Come out and FIGHT US. OR BE A BITCH AND STAY UP IN YOUR PANIC ROOM YOU WUSS." "Damn kat..." "....hmmm charming....well I warned you.....DONT SAY I DIDNT LET YOU LEAVE!!!" Then some thing bright appeared. And on a screen Violet's face popped up...then  they realized... She was a monster...8 legs, 3 heads, 250 sharp teeth. And other mysterys. "NOW YOU REALIZE WHAT I REALLY AM...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.  JUST THEN SHE DOVE IN THE AIR AND WEBS SHOT EVERY WHERE...THE GIRLS DID ALL THEY COULD TO DODGE...THEY DOVE BEHIND A TRUCK. "AHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING THING AND WHAT THE FUCK DO WE FUCKING DO?" "I DONT KNOW" the girls cowered in fear when tulip got a look on her face. "Daisy...this world will tear you apart...you must stay strong...RUN ILL HOLD HER OFF." Then tulip dove out from under the truck and with her katana dragged it across the things stomach cutting it in half. "TULIP...NO." "RUN DAISY PLEASE JUST LET ME D.....GAhahaugh." The thing had shot a web through tulips chest with the force of a 50.cal sniper. She landed right In front of Daisy. "Da...Daisy...it's ok...ill....see..see.mom..and...dad.....all grandma,gr....grandpa......ill tell them your ok............i........i................i...........................ill keep you in my heart big sis.........always.      .       ." Tulips eyes closed and she went cold. "I....I'm so sorry.........I'm so sorry tulip.......ahuahuahuuuuuu...." Daisy cried... The thing came up behind her though." AWWWW BOOFUCKING HOOOO... I LOST MY SISTER TO BUT I WAS TOUGH ABOUT IT..........WAIT.........WHAT ARE YOU..?" Daisy picked up tulips sword.... Looked at the thing.....and smiled? "Heh.....you know something................YOU UNLEASHED HELL." Daisys eyes then glowed red...the sword caught flame And the ground flew up into armor for her... "Now the real fight begins... YOU GODDAMN DIRTY SISTER KILLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" DAISY DASHED FORWARD WITH EVERYTHING IN HER...SHE COULD FEEL THE SOULS OF HER FAMILY PULLSING WITHIN HER. "aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" *SHISHCKPLAT* "Gah uhg neh." Violet's form exploded...she was herself again but Daisy was out for blood and vengeance. "Daisy please listen that...thing....took me over it had my mind....please I'm so sorry..............please show mercy." Violet broke into tears. Daisy was left with a choice..kill violet for tulip.....or let her live.... "Violet.......your sob story means nothing to me...cause you see...I have no one left now...and it's all because of you...you want mercy? Well I'm all out you fucking bitch..." Then Daisy shoved the sword into Violet's chest...she screamed in unbelievable pain. Daisy started dragging the blade down her chest to her stomach...blood pooling below her. Her screams were unrelenting and agonizing. "You killed my sister...you killed my sister...MY LAST FAMILY MEMBER!!!! I'm gonna watch you fucking bleed away...to hell with your mercy...I'm done with being nice." Daisy said as she twisted the blade around and around. Violet breaking the sound barrier with her screams...tears exploding from her eyes. ".....i...........don't.............want..............to..............die......................"  "Yea? Well I don't want my sister to be dead but she is." Violet's screams were quieter and quieter until Daisy jammed the sword through her sides finally killing her...Daisy the sliced her with the sword.....then again.....and again and again until she was in a relentless flurry of butchering violet into tiny chunks of meat. "DAISY...DAISY ITS ME KAT...DAISY FUCKING STOP..." Daisy screamed in sadness and anger. "She's gone...there nothing I could do........"  "It's not your fault Daisy....let's head home we have another to bury..." They got home with tulips body...they did the only thing they could....do........another week passes and the dropship comes to take the last surviving girls out of the arena... jewels ended up a world class baker of cookies and sweets.kat was a coach for the girls at the local high school.daisy kept persuing her dream...she was a scientist searching for the cure to S35-X and she found the cure to the worst disease in the world. She now lives happily with a husband named Drake...and has two a oracle daughters one named Katherine, and the other.................................is tulip Jr.     .      . to those who have enjoyed season one........season 2 will be coming.....some day. thanks for reading... after tulips death in the dome...on her grave grew a single tulip flower......goodbye.
“Whatever you do, little girl, don’t drink that stuff.” the shop owner said. I was just within earshot to hear it, in fact if I were him, I would have been surprised if I had heard it. The owner is half the reason hardly anyone goes there anymore, the other being that it’s a glorified garbage dump. Almost all of his stuff is totally useless, from  chewed up socks to paddleball paddles without the balls. Heck, I only went in there for this stuff. I turned the small navy-blue jar and read the label. It said: ‘Edible Invisible Ink. For the ultimate in writing security, you can use this on paper, then eat it! Works best with our Edible Paper.’ Okay, so it’s edible? That didn’t really back up what the owner said. Maybe it wasn’t actually edible….but then how would he know that? I shrugged, thoughts turning to more pressing matters. I had been looking for that shop all damn day and my bladder was not letting me forget it. Now, most people at this point of desperation would find an alley or something. In fact, I know a few people who would probably give up and wet themselves. Not Madison, though. I was going to wait as long as I could. Why? I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I have this fetish, and… What? You too? Oh! Umm…I guess I don’t have to explain it then. That makes things a lot easier on me, hehe. Anyway, while I was on the toilet this morning I challenged myself not to go again until I got home from what was going to be a hell of a day. I won’t bore you with the details, it was just a bunch of errands for my mom, and one for me. My errand was to find this shop and see if they had anything cool. It was a bit of an urban legend amongst my classmates at school, and my adventurous heart couldn’t resist the temptation. Ahh, temptation just makes me think about how bad I have to pee! If it weren’t so frowned upon I would let my bladder drain right into my jeans without a second thought. Except maybe about how warm and arousing it felt…oh, but um, moving on. Yes. Next, um, next paragraph.  When I arrived home my abdomen was on fire. I needed to pee, there was no way around it. Fortunately, relief was just through the front door, which was locked, and a short walk to the bathro- wait, locked!? I jiggled the handle and pulled with all my might, but yes. It was locked. “This is so cliche…but now I have an excuse if I don’t make it.” I said to myself, smiling a little. I stood by the door with bags in my hands, wiggling my hips as I waited for my mom to get home. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long wait, though when you’re that full time slows down a great deal. I stood as still as I could, face flushed with- argh, everything I say reminds me of the toilet! Hurry up mom…okay. The door was open, the pathway was clear, and I could even spot the open bathroom from the front porch. It was just a simple matter of walking. However, when I went to move my feet, my bladder gave me a clear signal: you move, you pee. My mother called for me to come inside and close the door, and I was a little too old with a little too much dignity to stand there and yell ‘I can’t! I have to pee too bad!’. In my head, I went over my options. It was pretty simple, move and try to make it, or stand here and inevitably lose it in my pants. So, I took a deep breath and made for the door. I thought I was executing my plan pretty well at first. I swiftly got inside, set down the bags, and ran for the bathroom. I could feel my muscles starting to relax, having all but given up on me. I was determined, however, and I was not going to wet- “Sweetie, you need to close the door!” “B-but mom, I…” “Now, please!” Her tone was not to be mistaken as a suggestion, so I groaned and hurried back to close the door. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and went to push, and that little bit of effort meant that I had just that much less holding my pee. But it was enough. “Madison, I told y- Oh my god. Honey, are you all right?”  I wasn’t. My face was red, my brain almost unable to fully realize what was happening. Everything felt so surreal…my mother’s concerned voice was drowned out by the sound of pee hitting the floor, a loud drizzling that turned into splashing as a puddle spread under my sneakers.  After I had finally stopped crying, I went up to my room and changed, putting my wet clothes in the washing machine per my mother’s instructions. She took it well, assuming that I simply hadn’t had time to go with all the errands I had run that day. It didn’t change how I felt though. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. That, or quit holding it altogether. The latter almost seemed worse to me. I looked over at the little jar on my bed side table. Some worthless ink. Calling it a waste of my time would be an understatement. It was all that time I spent searching for the fabled shop…without that, nothing bad would have happened. Gripping with regret and angry at myself, I picked up the jar, remembering what the shop owner had told me. “Don’t drink that stuff…” My curiosity got the better of me, so I downed it. After all, what was the worst thing that could happen? I doubt it would kill me, and going to the hospital would mean a vacation from school. It was a win-win situation. I had no idea how right I was. After washing the ink out of my tongue, as well as the taste it left there, I went to bed. Stress made me tired, and besides I had to get up for school in the morning, provided I didn’t get sick. I opened my eyes to a strange, off-color version of my old house. My mom came in and started rolling around and mooing. I think I was dreaming. I stepped over her and went to the kitchen to get a snack, when my bladder started trying to get my attention. “Okay, okay! Im peeing…” I walked over to the bathroom, but it was locked. My mom yelled from upstairs. “It’s broken, go on the floor!” Since I was in a dream, it made perfect sense to me at the time. I went to lower my pants, but saw that I was naked. I shrugged, that just meant less effort for me. I let go, smiling as I watched it pour out onto my feet. I didn’t feel it on my feet, though. I just felt it between my legs, and then…my lower back?  I jolted awake, shaking my head a bit to wake myself up. I could hear a soft hiss from under my sheets. I was confused for a moment, then the memory of my dream flooded back into consciousness. Much the same way that I was flooding my mattress. I gasped and leapt up, trying in vain to cut off the flow. I wanted to cry. Twice in a row? My mother was going to put me in pull ups! I couldn’t believe I had peed in my sleep. My panties were warm and soaked, my legs too. I hesitated to look at the bed, but I had to ascertain the damage. I turned on the light in my room, and was shocked at the sight. It was…pristine. Unsullied. Dry. I rushed over and felt the mattress…nothing. I looked down at my panties and it was the same story. I couldn’t even feel the warmth anymore. It was like it had never happened… My mother derailed my train of thought, coming in to tell me to get ready or I would be late, as well as to stop sleeping in my underwear. I obeyed her first instruction (and only the first), making a quick plate of eggs and hurrying out the door to catch the bus. Once I took my seat I thought more about that morning’s events. I was one-hundred percent sure I peed. It had nothing to do with the dream, I felt it, and I heard it. Maybe the stress was getting to me? Had an all-powerful diety seen my predicament and taken mercy? There was only one way to know for sure. I drank a lot at lunch that day, probably more than was necessary for what I wanted to do. After realizing my mistake and squirming my way through history, I hurried to the girl’s bathroom, chose a stall, and sat. I looked down and waited for my pee to come out. Sure enough, it…didn’t. I mean, it did. I could feel it, and I could see the water splashing below me. There was just no pee. I put my hand under my stream just to double check, and I could feel it hitting my hand. It was so bizarre, for a second I thought I must have still been dreaming. About a minute after I was done, my hand felt dry. I decided not to flush, feeling it wasn’t necessary. I still washed my hands, if for no other reason than habit, and went to my next class with a big smile on my face. Later, on the bus ride home, I once again felt the urge to pee. So I went. And nobody knew. My life had just gotten a lot more fun! Thank you so much for reading! 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The week after I drank that invisible ink was incredible. The liberation I felt, being able to pee anytime and anywhere without anyone being able to tell…it was indescribable. In my room, at dinner, on the bus, during class, and just for kicks even in the bathroom once in a while. I did it everywhere, and everyone noticed a significant change in my mood. At first it was a bit difficult to get used to, especially when my mom was around. Once, she heard me going and looked bewildered at where the sound was coming from. The best I could come up with was that I think the kitchen sink was leaking. When she turned to look at it I had to stop my stream, then when she looked back to me I could continue. It was as fun as it was nerve-wracking! Saturday rolled around and I was watching cartoons, happily relieving myself onto the couch, when the doorbell rang. My mom was on a business trip, so I had to answer the door. And I would have, really, but Froggy and the Legion of the Lilypad were about to uncover the secret of the Pirates’- “All right, all right! I’m coming!” I paused the recording and got the door. It was a maintenance guy, here to fix the sink. I just laughed and told him he had the wrong house. I love messing with people. It’s a hobby. “Umm…are you okay, miss?” He looked concerned about something. I tilted my head. “I’m fine…? Why do you ask?” “I, ah, I don’t mean to impose, but…” It was at that moment that I realized my wet pants had gotten cold. That usually never happens. “You” There was no way. “seem” He’s joking, right? “to” It’s probably something else. “have” A nice hairdo? A kissable face? Herpes? Come on, man, don’t do this to me… “wet” Shit. “yourself.” Did I dare look down? I suppose at that moment it would have been pointless. He had just told me everything I needed to know. Despite my whole demeanor changing, I still managed to thank him for letting me know and close the door before turning around and slumping back against it. I felt between my legs, to eliminate any doubt, but there really wasn’t much to begin with. An image of the couch with urine soaking into the middle cushion flashed into my head. I would have to have my breakdown some other time. I got up off the floor and cleaned up, choking back tears a little bit. I was just thankful my mom wasn’t home. Once again, I needed to confirm the pattern. So, I drank plenty of Dr. P and waited for the magic to happen. Once I felt the need, I went into the bathroom and started peeing. Much to my dismay, a stream of yellow (with a brown tint, presumably from the soda) was present, discoloring the water in the bowl. I sighed, not out of relief but disappointment, and flushed for the first time that week. The rest of my Saturday was pretty dismal. It sounds strange, but having to manage my bladder and use the toilet after the week I had…it was like someone had surgically removed the joy out of my life. By Sunday, I knew I had to do something about it. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house, but what my mom didn’t know wasn’t going to do her any harm. I made a sandwich and put it in my backpack, locking my door as I set off on my journey. Thankfully, it wasn’t so bad now that I knew where it was. It was pretty empty. “Back again, I see” said the owner, scowling at me from behind his desk. His raisin-like appearance was a bit of a contrast to his cheerful looking clothes. It reminded me of what a carnival barker might wear if he really loved his job. “Yes, I, um…ran out of invisible ink. Do you have any more of it?” “No. You bought my last jar.” “Oh…” I tried to mask my disappointment, putting a smile on. “When will the next shipment arrive?” He eyed me like he was trying way too hard to prove to me that he could see. “There won’t be any. What I have is just that. You can get invisible ink at the supermarket down the-“ “Yes, but I need yours, specifically.” I was losing my patience. I knew in my head that my demeanor, but my heart ignored it. The owner looked at me and sighed, looking a bit more somber than before. “You drank it, didn’t you. You didn’t heed my warning.” “I…all right, yes. I did. Please, just tell me where I can get more.” “I will never. I know what happens, and it isn’t natural.” I went to retort, but all I could manage was a huff. Not natural? What would this old crud know! I bet he’s the same kind of guy that says being gay is unnatural, that wanting to have sex before you’re married is unnatural. I’d become fed up, and bid him a fond farewell through gritted teeth. I even went around to the side of the shop and lifted my leg up onto the wall, peeing against it. That would show him. He’d probably never see it, and if he did he probably wouldn’t know what it was, and if he did he probably wouldn’t have known who did it or why…but it would still show him. It’s the principle of the thing. Besides, I had to go anyway. I got home, relieved to find it not broken into. It was a silly thing to worry about but when you’re my age and you’re breaking the rules, the worst scenario is the most likely in your head. It was getting late, so I went up to bed and pulled out my 3DS. Maybe some Kid Icarus would get me over the fact that my omorashi fantasy had come to an end. While I was playing, my eye caught something on my bedside table. It was the empty jar of ink. With the company logo on it. A company logo belonging to a company. A company that could be searched for. I practically threw down my usually beloved handheld and raced over to my desk, typing the name frantically into the search bar: Tin Toy Co. In no time I had an address and phone number. It was a decent distance away, but I could manage it. This is for the ink, after all. I set out for the address I had written on my hand, stopping on the way for ice cream and to pee. Of course, with the ink in my system I could have just gotten ice cream and not bothered with the latter…but that would change when I got there. I arrived at the company and asked the first guy I saw about their invisible ink. He made a weird face, but I couldn’t tell if it was the subject itself or the fact that a random sophomore girl had come into the company headquarters bringing it up. Nonetheless, I was told to…mind my own business!? I wanted to flip the guy off. My feet were killing me! I probably had blisters I walked so far to get here, and I was not walking all the way back empty-handed. I had to take a few deep breaths to regain my composure. Once I did, I calmly insisted that he tell me something, and he did. He told me to leave before he called security. That scared me a bit so I thanked him and did as he said, trekking back with my head in my hands. How hard was it to get one or a hundred jars of some ink? Maybe they didn’t make it anymore…something I really didn’t want to consider a possibility unless I had to. I found myself in bed again, each time more stressed than the last it would seem. Was I really asking for too much here? No, of course not. There had to be a way to get more. It slowly became less about being able to pee freely and more about finishing what I set out to do. I scanned the jar again. My one and only clue. Part of me wanted to lick the inside and see if that worked, but I felt I had some dignity left and I wanted to hang on to it. Instead, I found something that made me jump up and down out of excitement. The ingredients! I wanted to slap myself for not having thought of it on my own. There was only one ingredient listed: an indigo colored flower called the Reclusive Gayfeather. No, seriously. I almost wet my pants laughing, just in case you wanted to gauge my maturity. After a few minutes of that, I wiped the last tear from my eye, giggles coming like aftershocks. I set the jar down and deleted ‘Tin Toy Co.’ from the search bar, replacing it with ‘Reclusive G’. I had to pause, snickering to myself before I finished typing it out. And I’m bi, too. I just really wasn’t expecting it is all. According to the internet, the flower was rare and only located in the some botanical garden downtown. I groaned, following through on my earlier desire to slap myself. I was just there! Now, before you go pointing out to me how convenient all these locations are, keep in mind that I found a product, found its maker nearby, and found its ingredients nearby. That makes sense, and I’m not just being lazy by not wanting to write an entire plane ride that I would have to somehow keep from my mom. I mean, her being on a business trip is bad enough, I really should have thought of something better to write as to why she was gone. That was the reason, I just worry about keeping things exciting, you know? But I’m getting way off track. Sorry. You came here to read about pee. Or at least I assume you did. It’s possible you’re just a super dedicated reader who will venture into depths of sites you have no interest in just to try and find a good story. If so I really hope this was worth all that. Madison, move on. Right, sorry. I gave my feet a short bath to try and recover from all the walking I had done previously, adding some water of my own to the mix. Baths and showers. Get me every single time. I dried them off and I did indeed feel better. I didn’t even get a blister! I probably was about to, but it was worth it. I once again left my house, oblivious to the fact that I had wasted pretty much my entire weekend to get this stuff. As long as I had it, everything would be fine. What did occur to me, however, was the realization that I would probably have to steal these flowers. I shrugged. If that’s what it took to get more invisible ink, then that’s what I was going to do. I can't thank you guys enough for all the feedback and upvotes. I hope the new chapter met your expectations.
Have you ever tried to break into a botanical garden? You would not believe how easy it is. I guess I don’t know what I expected, but I don’t think they had security of any kind. I mean, what if someone wanted to break in and steal a rare flower that just so happens to make urine invisible upon consumption? I mean, sure, it’s unlikely, but it could happen!  I beat my mom home by ten minutes, putting the flower pot I had been carrying them in delicately down on my bookshelf. I did a sort of victory dance, having finally obtained them. I almost wanted to just eat them, but instead I gave them a longing stare before going down to greet my mom. She seemed happy to be back, and honestly, with her gone I hadn’t realized I had missed her until she was there in front of me. My dad wasn’t around anymore, so she was all I had in terms of family. You can go a little nuts when you’re all by yourself… She wasted no time weakening my abnormally positive view of her by asking to see my room, first thing. This made me nervous, then irritated at her for making me nervous. Don’t get me wrong, my room was clean as a whistle. The problem was the flowers. They were out on display, and hard not to notice. I quickly made up an alibi. There was a flower shop not too far from the house, so I bought them there. The guy working didn’t look like the usual owner. He said they were on the house. 'There, I think that will cover my tracks nicely.’ I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. They were just flowers. Not a big deal…right? “Yes, it’s a big deal! Now tell the truth! I know that’s not where you got them from, I don’t even need to call the owner.” How did she see right through the lie? A-and why was she so mad, anyway? It’s not like she knew… “I know what those flowers are for. Or, rather, what they can be for…” her anger turned to a sullen defeat as she sat down across from me, clasping her hands together. She looked concerned above anything else. “I…guess that means you got some of that ink, huh?” I wasn’t sure what to say, so I nodded. She closed her eyes and sighed. It was pretty clear that she was holding back tears as well. “Listen…you’re not in trouble.” Phew…. “Not with me, anyway.” Wh-what!? N-nobody told me they were illegal! There was no way I could have known! A-and why would she, my own mother, turn me in!? “I would take you to a doctor, but…I don’t know what good it would do…it’s certainly too late now.” Her tears came forth, unable to wait in their ducts any longer. When she mentioned a doctor I got scared. I think I even felt my panties get a little wet... At this point, I knew I had to ask the obvious question. It was just hard to get my mouth to open… “I know what you’re probably thinking…and yes. You’re going to get very sick...” And out came the rest of my pee. I was so flustered, I couldn’t even stop it. I just sort of stared at my mom, trembling in my chair. I watched her face go from confusion, to realization, to a small smile of understanding.  “Don’t…don’t worry about that, sweetie.” Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t need to if I was going to die…she didn’t say as much but she may as well have spelled it out. I honestly would have preferred it. If thinking of a good response was hard before, it was that much tougher now that I was wetting myself right in front of her…again… I just sort of teared up and ran to my room. Once I had stopped bawling into my pillow, I could hear her downstairs with the swiffer. That got another ten minutes of tears out of me. So embarrassing… I wiped my eyes, and when I opened them again I saw that cursed indigo jar, sitting smugly on my bedside table. My blood began to boil. I grabbed it tight in my hand and… ... While I was cleaning, I heard something crash in her bedroom. Normally, I would have been up there in an instant to make sure she was okay, but she had thrown things before and this time she had a pretty good reason. Poor thing… I finished wiping up her mess and wiping away my half-dried tears, I sat on the couch. My heart froze when I saw those flowers…for a different reason than in 1996. “I know it’s edible, Greg, but I’m not gonna just drink the whole bottle! Dare me to do something else.” He just grinned at me, like a fool. It didn’t make me love him any less, though. “Can’t do that, babe. It’s against the rules.” “Oh, come on. Just give me one alternative.” “Well…we could always…” he flashed me another smile, his eyes twinkling. I knew exactly what he was going to say. “Nope! Nope, not doing that. I told you, not until we’re married.” “I curse god for making that stupid rule.” he said with a chuckle. “Well, that’s not gonna win you any points with him.” “So? It could win me points with you.” Never could stop flashing smiles, that guy. We had been dating for over two years…I was actually kind of impressed that he only brought it up as often as he did. In a way, I thought maybe he had earned it. But that night I just…wasn’t ready. I really wish I had been. “Fine, I’ll drink the stupid ink. But if I get sick or something, you’re dead.” I buried my head in my hands, sinking into the couch. I had gotten lost in the past… What were the odds that my daughter would befall the same fate…I was afraid to do it, but I had to know when she had drank it. Drunk it. Drunken it. Consumed it. There, that works. I took tentative steps up to her room. I didn’t hear any more crying, which either meant she had stopped or she had done something stupid to herself out of distress…then I remembered the crash I heard. … My mom burst into the room. When she saw the shards of the ink jar on the far side of my room and me playing on my DS in bed she put her hand on her chest, relieved. I would have been more surprised, but she had a habit of thinking that I was gonna commit suicide for whatever reason. Though I guess now it wouldn’t make much difference… “I’m sorry, honey. Are you doing okay?” “Not according to you, no.” “Right…” she said, looking away. I expected her to go on, she looked like she had something to say. She was hesitating, though. I was about to go back to my game when she finally mustered the courage. “When exactly did you drink it?” “Oh, um…last week. Sunday night.” She looked confused, then a bit stern. “Madison, please, don’t lie. This is serious.” “I’m not! I swear!” “Madison…” she said with a ‘gonna count to three’ tone in her voice. What else was I supposed to say? “I swear on dad’s grave.”  That got her. “…a…a-all right…” she inhaled slowly, exhaling as she said “I believe you.” “Why wouldn’t you? Is there some kind of issue with that?” She looked at me like I said something ridiculous. “Well, once it gets into your system it doesn’t take more than a couple of hours for things to...go wrong. Very wrong.” Right. Cause I was supposed to know that. “What happens, exactly?” I sat up a bit. She sat down, gearing herself up for it. “It…it gets into your bloodstream. After that, it reaches your heart, and it…it makes it fade. I know it sounds ridiculous, but…" “Wait, is that all it does?” “…wh-what?” “There aren’t any, like…side effects?” “Well…no. Not that I know of. It goes ‘virtually undetected’ until…” she started to sob again, unable to carry on talking about it. She must have been reminded that this was all going to happen to her daughter…but was it? “It doesn’t make your pee disappear?” She stopped crying almost on a dime. I could have sworn she almost laughed a bit. “P-pee? No, it doesn’t…it doesn’t do that….why do you ask?” “Well…because it did mine.” My mother was dumbfounded. “You…you must have expelled it out of your system…but how would your body have known to do that…?” “Well…what if it’s in my genes?” “You were peeing in your jeans?” I rolled my eyes. “DNA, mom. What if I got it from you or dad.” “Well, you didn’t get it from me…” That basically told me everything I needed to know. That comment plus her knowledge of the flower and its effects could only mean that she had also drank some ink…but then why was she so certain I was going to die?” … “Johnson! Bring her into the OR, I’ll be there in two minutes! All right, nurse. Brief me, we don’t have a lot of time.” “She’s in critical condition, doctor. Lacerations and hemorrhaging rampant through the abdomen. Apparently her boyfriend was attempting to….it’s difficult to say.” “You’re not sure?” The nurse shook her head. “Ah. I understand. I assume she’s pregnant, then?” The nurse nodded. “Thank you. I’m going to do what I can to save them both…thank you for your composure. I’m sorry your first day was this gruesome.” The nurse looked down at the ground. “Just…save her. Please.” The doctor put his hand on her shoulder and smiled.  “I will. Both of them.” … “It was then that they discovered a foreign substance in my bloodstream, and pumped it out. While I was recovering, a specialist paid me a visit and told me about the ink and what it could do. He also told me about how quickly it worked and how incredibly lucky I was…and how lucky I was that you were still around.” She smiled at me. “But I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that.” She said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. We still had to go to the hospital, but they confirmed that I didn’t have a trace of the ink left in me. We got milkshakes on the way home. During the drive, we passed by a bed of dark blue flowers. We knew they weren’t the same ones, but we decided to get out and peed on them. It was weird, sure, but when you’re that happy it really doesn’t matter. Oh, and we burned the ones in my room. You’ll never guess how we put the fire out.
My first ever story. Enjoy. Hermione finished her third cup of coffee before tucking into her bacon sandwich. She knew she was going to need the caffeine to get her through the day’s lessons, after her sleepless night. She had twice been woken up by a commotion in the Hogwarts’ grounds and a third time by her incredibly full bladder. The clock had said 05:34 when, despite crossing her legs under the covers, she could wait no longer. She hurried to the toilets, hoping to find them empty, she hated peeing when other people were around. To her relief there was no one in there so she dashed into the first cubicle pulled down her pyjama shorts and started peeing almost immediately. Back in the great hall the bacon had made her thirsty so she drained a large glass of orange juice. She was slightly concerned about the amount of liquid she was taking in, but knew she had double charms this morning. Professor Flitwick would let her nip out to the loo if she needed it. Just as she was wondering if Harry and Ron were going to be late as usual she heard her name. “Hermione” bellowed Ron, with a half-eaten bacon sandwich in his hand. “Charms has been swapped with Care of Magical creatures, we said we’d go and help Hagrid set up” “What? Why?” said Hermione confused. “Hagrids got to help Dumbledore with something this afternoon, so they have swapped the lessons” said Harry. Oh no, thought Hermione as she followed Harry and Ron, she’d have to wait until lunch time to use the toilet. She’d also have to change, she couldn’t do Care of Magical creatures in her robes, this would also give her a chance to nip to the loo. “Okay, I’ll just nip and cha-“. “No need” interrupted Ron, as if reading her mind “were having our clothes sent to Hagrid’s, we can all change there”.  Hermione, offering no argument, followed the other two.  She would never be able to use Hagrid’s toilet, with just a thin curtain separating it from the sitting room, there wasn’t enough privacy. Half an hour later the lesson was ready to begin and Harry, Ron and Hermione were all changed. The clothes bought for Hermione from her dormitory were light blue jeans and a figure hugging red T-shirt. She had changed into them in Hagrid’s toilet. Standing there in her red bra and pants she could already started to feel her bladder filling. She had pulled her pants down to her knees and hovered over the toilet, but couldn’t go with Harry and Ron standing almost directly outside. Now they had moved away from Hagrid’s hut and skirted round the forbidden forest, Hermione was starting to get desperate to go. She was secretly pushing her thighs together as Hagrid introduced the lesson. “Right we’re gonna head into the forest a bit to see some Hippogriffs” boomed Hagrid. Malfoy sneered and muttered something about telling his father, normally Hermione would have argued with him, but she had other things to worry about. One hour later they had reached the Hippogriffs but Hermione couldn’t concentrate. I’m absolutely bursting she thought as she stuffed her hand into her pocket attempting to hold her crotch with great difficulty. She now had her legs fully crossed and was bobbing up and down without making it too obvious she needed to pee. They had paired up to tend to the hippogriffs, Harry with Hagrid and Ron with Hermione. She was absolutely frantic by now, even if she could go back, they were over an hours walk away from the castle, she wouldn’t make it. She had to do something or she was going to wet herself and there would be no hiding it in her blue jeans. She was going to have to find somewhere to squat, this mortified her, she would have to sneak off, she couldn’t face the embarrassment of people knowing she was desperate enough to pee outside. “Ron, can you check with Hagrid if we can groom the feathers” she asked, already knowing the answer. As she asked her bladder felt like it was about to explode, she bent forward and crossed her legs as tightly as she could. “Err.. yeah sure” said Ron, surprised she didn’t know they answer already. “Are you okay Hermione?”. “Yes, just go” she snapped. As Ron headed in the direction of Hagrid, she snuck into the bushes. She broke into a run when she got out of view of the group. She was desperately searching for a private place to go, her hand jammed into her crotch. I’ve never been this desperate in my life she thought to herself. She found herself a spot, it wasn’t perfect but she couldn’t wait any longer. She bounced from foot to foot as she struggled with the button on her jeans and with difficult got them down to her knees. As she wrenched her red pants down she started peeing a violent stream, noisily splattering on the floor. The relief was amazing, it felt brilliant, despite being in an awkward squatting positing, she wasn’t used to this. After 20 seconds she heard a rustling noise and a voice called out. “Hermione, where are you” Ron came out of the bushes followed by the whole class. Hermione screamed, she couldn’t stop the flow which was still going strong. The whole class stood open mouthed staring at Hermione’s bare backside. The peeing didn’t stop for another half a minute, after which Hermione whose face was as red as a beetroot yanked her pants and jeans back up. “Sorry, Hermione, we thought there was something wrong so we came to look for you” said Ron. “There WAS something wrong” she bellowed angrily “I was dying for the toilet”. She stormed past them in the direction of the castle, her face still glowing red. Harry and Ron looked at each other, but didn’t try to stop her. They both had the image of Hermione’s bare bum fresh in their minds and were both thinking this was the best Care of magical Creatures lesson ever.
A/N: Another commission. April let out another sigh, probably the fifth, if her count was right, not that any of them did any good. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do to get out of the situation other than wait it out. There was no hope for escape, only hope for rescue, and she did hope that she would be rescued soon. Being stuck with Karai holding her hostage was not really the way she wanted to spend her day. And this was without even factoring in all the discomforts that came along with such a thing, and there were plenty of those. Most prominent was the fact that she was tied up, and therefore incredibly uncomfortable and unable to move freely. The second most prominent was a nagging sensation in her bladder that had cropped up recently. It wasn't really bad just yet, but because she didn't have anything else to think about, it was difficult to ignore it. With nothing else to think about, the fact that she would have to pee soon was all that was on her mind. She would have given anything for some sort of distraction, anything to take her mind off of things and keep her occupied until rescue came, but when Karai returned with exactly that, she realized she should have been careful what she wished for. She grew nervous, wondering what the other girl had in mind for her, but she just looked at her, as if waiting for April to react. It wasn't the worst outcome, but it was odd, considering April had been expecting something a little bit more...intimidating. But Karai said nothing, only kept watch over her, and soon the discomfort caused by that made her forget the growing pressure in her bladder. Time still didn't pass any quicker however, and it felt so weird, sitting in silence like that. When April attempted to ask Karai exactly what she was doing, she only got the response, “Waiting.” “You and me both,” she muttered, wondering when she would be rescued, and that reminded her of one of the problems at hand. She still had to pee, only now it wasn't just a quiet nagging that she could push to the back of her mind. Now, she was really aware of the fact that she needed to go, and even though it wasn't enough to alarm her just yet, it was enough to be a major annoyance. But she wasn't worried about losing control, or anything like that. The thought that she wouldn't be able to make it until help arrived and she was free did not cross her mind for even a second, because it seemed that impossible. Tapping her foot, she wished that she had a bit more freedom of movement, because that might have made it easier to relieve some of the pressure this long wait was causing her. April sighed again- was it the sixth time?- and wondered exactly how long this would take. She was almost bored out of her mind. Karai kept looking at her intently as well, which was really unsettling and made her wonder if the other girl had something else in mind that she wasn't letting on to. It was impossible to read her, and April glowered. This rescue was taking forever, and she was more than a little impatient. She shifted in her seat, the pressure starting to grow. It was going to become a little more than an annoyance soon, if she didn't get out of hear, and for the first time, April began to feel nervous about needing to pee. Squirming, she thought about crossing her legs, except for the fact that she couldn't, because she was tied up. Mentally cursing her bonds, April moved as much as she was able to before she heard Karai let out a quiet laugh, and then she froze. “What?” she asked. “What's so funny?” “What, like you don't know?” the other girl asked. “You're making it all pretty obvious, you know.” April bit her lip, suddenly very self-conscious, but she tried to play it off. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she lied, even knowing that it sounded like a lie as she said it. “Right.” Karai actually rolled her eyes and then shook her head. “Do you really think I believe you?” She smirked, looking a bit menacing. “You won't be able to keep lying about it for long, so what's the point in trying now?” Wincing, April knew that she was right, but she didn't know why she cared so much. Was she just looking forward to making fun of her for this? Was she going to try to torture her with it? She bit her lip and tried to fight against the urge to squirm again, but it was getting too hard to. It was getting to the point where she wasn't sure if she would last for much longer, and there was still no sign of any rescue, and she held back a whine, clenching her fists. “What? Getting too much for you to handle?” Karai asked, her smirk still in place, and April tried to glare at her. However, her glare was broken off when she cringed, a sharp pang in her bladder reminding her just how dire her situation was becoming. This, in particular, was noticeable, and her captor laughed at her. “Shut up,” April muttered, but she couldn't even talk tough anymore, nor she could she keep trying to sit still. Her bladder throbbed and ached, and she could hardly do anything to relieve the pressure that wouldn't stop growing. If she didn't get out of here soon, there would be nothing she would be able to do to prevent herself from completely losing control and humiliating herself, and in front of Karai, of all people. “Why? Because it's true?” She laughed again. “Are you really going to wet yourself in here? You're really not going to be able to hold it?” Once again, all April could manage in response was, “Shut up,” which was just about as good as openly saying that no, she didn't think she was going to be able to hold it, and Karai really was going to get to see her wet herself. She had to pee so badly that she was starting to not care about that, wanting the pain to be over with more than she wanted to maintain dignified in front of someone who had already captured her anyway. But, then again, she would have to get out of her at some point, and she'd like to be dry when she did that, not that she knew if she had an option there. If she could keep on waiting, she should, and she did not see any point in giving up of her own choice. If she could make it, if she could at least take a chance, then she would try, regardless of how Karai tried to torment her. Her bladder spasmed again, and she let out a sharp cry, squirming and pulling her knees together- or, trying to, but she wasn't able to. Struggling uselessly against her bonds, she bit down on her lip. She tried to keep her breathing under control, tried to keep from making too many obvious sounds, but her cry had already been a dead give away. It was like she wasn't sure what she was fighting, and if she didn't know what she was fighting, there was no way for her to know when she had won. Somehow, though, it already seemed plenty obvious that she was going to end up losing. All she could think about was how much easier this would have been if she could have crossed her legs or even grabbed herself, as humiliating as that would have looked. It would have at least eased the pressure, and made her able to hold back a little bit longer, but she could only feel things getting rapidly worse. She was hit by another spasm, and this time, she could not stop a hot jet of urine from escaping. Not quite enough to darken her jeans, but almost there. “Must be getting pretty hard,” Karai observed, able to read the panic on her face. April tried to put on a brave face, but immediately winced as she had to try to fight off another leak from escaping. She moaned helplessly, knowing that this had to be the end of the line for her. She had fought and held on for so long, but she had her limits and she knew that she had most definitely reached them. April gave one last pathetic effort to holding it before she lost control completely, the floodgates opening as she began to soak herself. Her moan was one of both humiliation and relief, and the relief was so intense that it nearly felt good to her, probably would have felt amazing if she weren't wetting herself in front of Karai. The other girl watched her in amusement, and April's face burned as she tried to avoid making eye contact. By the time she was completely empty, she was sure that she had never felt this humiliated before, that she would never feel this humiliated ever again, and she wanted revenge. More than anything, she wanted some sort of revenge for being put in this situation, but she would have to wait until rescue came before she could do anything about it. Her clothes soon grew cold and uncomfortable on her, and she sat in her own puddle, anxious to be able to get cleaned up. It felt like an eternity of waiting before she could finally get out of there, and when Karai was subdued, she made sure that she was tied up good. April wasn't planning on sticking around to watch, but she was sure that it couldn't be long before Karai was put in the same situation. ~X~ Karai had been stuck tied up for much too long, and she was more than a little annoyed by the fact that the tables had turned. It was true that she'd pushed April a little far for her own entertainment, but now she would not be able to get out for who knew how long, and her own need to pee would soon over take her. She understood the fact that April was doing this for revenge, but the other girl wouldn't even get to see her humiliation as it happened. There didn't seem to be much of a point to it, which honestly made it seem crueler. Stuck completely by herself, with no one to help her, Karai knew that she would have to wet herself eventually if she wasn't lucky enough to be found in time, and April didn't even care enough to stick around and witness it. Laying on her side, she was unable to sit up or stand up, or do anything else but lay there and squirm around as she tried to break free. Her bladder gave small protests to certain movements, and no matter what she did, she was stuck like that. Karai tried to clear her mind of this, knowing that there was no point in letting herself worry too much about something like this. Panic and fear only made it worse, and if she was going to try to last as long as she could, she would have to remain calm. It was easier to do so at first, mostly because she didn't really have to go as bad as she initially thought. Her panic really had made it seem worse than it was, and when she cleared her mind a bit more, it was really barely more than a small nag every now and then. Really, she wasn't in such a bad position yet, and it would be best if she didn't let her mind trick her into thinking things were worse than they were. Keeping her breathing calm and steady, a long time seemed to pass before she started to notice the discomfort her bladder was causing her. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt a tight pressure building a bit more steadily than it had been before, making its presence much more known, and she bit her lip. Shaking her head, she refused to let it bother her so much, so early. She would be fine, she was fine, it was all her imagination, it was the stress making things seem worse again. But, though that may have been true before, it wasn't anymore. No matter how much she wanted to pretend that this wasn't getting bad for her, it was. She couldn't keep pretending at all anymore, and she moaned quietly, squirming a bit, for all the good that did. She understood now how April must have felt before, unable to really move in any way to make this easier on herself. Karai almost felt sorry for the girl, but she had enjoyed watching it too much for that, and was a bit too annoyed with her own predicament to feel anything else toward the girl. It had to have been miserable, though, and maybe she did regret putting her through that just a little bit, if only because she knew that if she hadn't, she wouldn't be in this position now. She thought about the way April's face had contorted in concentration, the way she had shifted and made pathetic little noises as she tried to hold it, the way she had struggled in a way that Karai knew she would be doing soon herself. These thoughts weren't exactly making things easier for her, but once they had come into her mind, it was impossible to get them out. April's face had been flushed, and Karai's own cheeks were hot now, probably turning a similar shade of red. She bit down on her lip, hard enough to nearly draw blood, and thought about the way April's voice had sounded so strained, the look of angered humiliation on her face whenever she was taunted. When she'd been saved, no remark about the fact that she'd wet herself was made, diminishing her humiliation a bit, but Karai was sure that if she was found like that, it would not be the same for her. Stop thinking about it, she told herself, but it really was impossible now. When she wasn't thinking about her own desperation, she was thinking about April's, which only added to her own, and then she was back where she started, in some sort of vicious cycle. She wondered if April's bladder throbbed like this, if she had felt a pulsing every time she so much as breathed. Did she feel as though she would burst, like she had a very full water balloon inside of her that could pop at any second? Karai moaned, her thoughts betraying her over and over again as she fought her need for release. She certainly felt that way, her bladder throbbing and pulsing, and she began to feel close to tears, though she absolutely refused to let them pass. She couldn't control every humiliation that she faced, but if she could prevent at least one, she would, and so she absolutely would not cry. April had not, even if she had gotten close, and Karai was sure that she had. If she had felt any of the pain or frustration that Karai now felt, April would have had to have been close to tears at some point in time. But she had never let them show, and so Karai would do the same, no matter how painful holding it became. Stop thinking about her. Finally, she managed to banish thoughts of April, but there wasn't anything else for her to think about besides her own situation, which was getting so bad that she could barely breathe. She had her thighs squeezed together as tightly as possible, tugging her hands, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get them free but trying anyway. She imagined pushing them between her legs and imagined how that would help her, at least a little bit, but if her hands were free, she wouldn't be stuck like this to begin with. She felt herself leak a bit, and could only groan. It was past the point that she could hold it back, and she wondered if letting a little bit more out would help things. If she could let out enough to take some of the pressure off without leaving too much of a puddle or a noticeable stain on her outfit, then she might be in the clear, but she wasn't sure if she would even be able to stop it once she had started. She went back in forth in her mind, trying to decide if it was worth it to try or not, but then another leak came, stealing her attention for a moment. She was getting damper and damper, and she really didn't know how much she could allow to escape for it to be unnoticeable. It was definitely looking like a bad idea to purposefully let anymore out, but the third leak let her know that she didn't have much choice, and even as she fought, she knew that none of it mattered. She didn't have a choice in the matter at all, and she had already lost control. That was when she began to piss herself in earnest, her bladder giving out on her completely as the warm liquid flooded her clothes. She could feel it pooling around her where she lay, escaping the fabric easily, and soon she would be laying on her side in a large, light yellow puddle, and it would be obvious what had happened. In the end, there had been no way for her to hold out for as long as she needed to, and though she had tried, her efforts had been completely in vain. She lay there, humiliated but relieved, and then she caught herself wondering if relief had felt this good for April as well.
Rush Valley, Amestris' premiere hub for automail prosthetics. Any engineer who worked on those mechanics would be privileged to even set foot in the town. That's why Winry Rockbell jumped off the train excitedly, eyes sparkling with anticipation as she landed on the station platform. “Come on guys, hurry up,” she shouted back to the car. Not nearly as energetic, out stepped her accompaniment; a short golden-hair boy in a red coat and a giant suit of armor squeezing his way through the relatively tiny door. These were Edward and Alphonse Elric, respectively, Winry's childhood friends that were like family. Edward specifically was the reason she got so good at designing automail, she built his arm and leg at a young age after he lost them, the same time Al was confined to the armor. So it was up to her to stay on top of all the building techniques so Ed would have the best. And there was no doubt she'd find something of value in Rush Valley. “Remind me again why we're making a detour in this desert craphole?” Ed was not a tactful man, and he didn't appreciate his journey to Dublith being hijacked by Winry's little vacation. Al tried to silently tell his brother to be quiet about it, but it was too late, Winry's good mood had vanished as she grabbed the wrench on her belt. “AND WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH ME WANTING TO IMPROVE MY CRAFT?!” Just as expected and as always, that wrench was swung at Ed's skull with intent to harm. And even if he knew somewhere that it would end poorly from the beginning, he screamed in fear as Winry came at him. Al stepped forward as if to interfere, but thought better of it. Maybe this time, it would smack the lesson not to be rude into Ed. Doubtful. While he was fending off the assault with his metal arm, Ed frantically analyzed his surroundings for a way out, and found one in the crowd warily approaching them. Winry stopped too as they got closer, and they could hear them whispering, “that short kid has automail”, “that looks incredible”, “I wonder who his mechanic is”, and other things like that. Once they were sure the violence had ended, the gatherers approached Edward, or more specifically his arm. The people of Rush Valley did not understand personal space, because as many as could fit were pressed against Ed, pulling his right sleeve up and looking all over his automail arm. And the alchemist was not happy at a bunch of strangers getting so close. “Hey, hey! Get the hell away from me! Al, Winry, stop them!” “Just let them look, Ed,” Winry called back. “They just want to admire some expert craftsmanship!” She was even holding Al back, not that he was trying to reach his brother with all his strength if he wasn't in real harm. “What kind of friend are you?!” He could feel their hands all over his body and was not enjoying it, so once there was a chance for him to reach the ground, he clapped his hands together and hit the pavement, sending waves through the stone and knocking everyone away. He landed on his stomach, Al running to help him to his feet. “Nice of you to come to help, Al,” he mumbled as he stood up, patting his body down. “You didn't have to throw them all away, Ed,” Winry complained. “But if you're going to be so anti-social, let's go look at the shops.” Though she was incredibly excited to see what kinds of automail would be on display, she had another reason to visit the stores; long train rides did not bode well for her bladder. A cross-country train, there were toilets available in the car, but she'd rather avoid them because their upkeep was not regular. She had to use it once, but now she really, really needed to pee again just as they arrived. Any of the stores would have a public restroom, she'd just use one of them before browsing. “Fine,” Ed grumbled as he stepped to follow her. “As long as you don't expect me to pay for any of it.” He reached into one of his coat pockets, and stopped dead in his tracks. He put his hand into his other coat pocket, then all his pants pockets, and patted his clothing down. “Son of a...” “What is it, Brother,” Al asked. “Someone stole my pocket watch! The one that proves I'm a State Alchemist!” Ed madly checked every person anywhere close to him, for any suspicious characters that might be the culprit. That wasn't good, Winry knew. Ed needed that watch to prove his rank, really important if he wanted to continue his “research”. But she was not up to chasing some two-bit thief in her current condition, so it'd be better to leave the Elrics on the hunt while she did her business. Ed spotted someone, a dark-skinned girl looking at them, who ran away when she was seen. “There she is,” Ed called. “Get her!” Ed and Al would chase her down and retrieve the watch, and Winry could stay behind, of course. There's no way they'd drag someone like her, who was not an alchemist and couldn't fight, into this mess. That is, until Al picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, the jolt from being lifted causing a couple drops of pee to leak into her panties. Clearly, her predicament was even worse than she thought, and going on a run was not going to help it in the slightest. “Hey, what do you think you're doing?!” “It's not safe to leave you alone in a strange town,” Al explained. “Especially one with thieves.” “Good thinking, Al,” his brother praised. “We'll keep you safe, Winry, don't worry!” “I'm fine on my own! Put me down!” Winry already didn't appreciate being treated like a child, but when she was in serious danger, she really didn't want to be pulled along for a ride. But Al wasn't listening and there was no way to break free of his grasp, so the mechanic stopped struggling and focused her efforts on keeping her liquids in check. Maybe there wouldn't be a problem if she just concentrated on that. It wasn't like she had a weak bladder or anything, she was actually pretty capable. All-nighters meant a lot of coffee with no breaks (and an empty bottle or two), she had the practice and strength for long holds. That meant, if she was desperate now and starting to worry about an accident, she had to really be holding a lot, there would be a mess if she wet herself now. Even if he was nice and polite, there was no way Al would appreciate Winry peeing on his shoulder and down his back. She had to be strong, just enough to catch this girl and return to the stores of Rush Valley. Another thing about the younger Elric brother, his run was not very steady, so Winry was bouncing on the metal. Not enough to give her whiplash, but the rhythmic impacts just above her stomach was not making anything easier. A little lower and she surely would have lost it by now. Even then, every couple ripples brought her one step closer to bursting, usually accompanied by a dribble escaping to her underwear. It was a good thing her skirt had gravity covering at least that much, not that there was anyone behind her who could see. “There she is,” Ed called from the front of the pack, and sure enough, that girl could be seen in the distance, still running. Ed clapped and slid to a halt with both hands hitting the rock floor, stone spiring on a straight path away from him, straight for the crook. But then, as the spikes reached her, she jumped inhumanly high, perfectly balancing on a point. Not that any of them were close enough to see it, but she smirked at their attempt and ran off further. “She's fast, Brother.” Now that they were at a standstill, Al put Winry back on her feet. And while attention wasn't on her, she still resisted the urge to bounce on her heels, cross her legs, even grab under her skirt. “Yeah, we don't stand a chance in speed, we need another way to catch her.” Ed looked at everything around them, all the mountains, canyons, and carved paths. A few seconds later, he had a devious smile plastered across his face, a sign this was a plan only an Elric would have. “I'm the fastest of us three, so I'll keep chasing her that way. You take that path and head her off, and we'll transmute a trap. And take Winry with you.” “When did I become a piece of carry-along luggage?!” Once again, without being asked, Al picked her up and slung her over his shoulder before running off the way his brother asked. Winry wasn't leaking anymore, but that's because there was nothing more to leak. Anything else came out, it'd be the full contents of her bladder, and she could only beg it would wait. No one could see her bottom half now, so she at least tempered the pressure by rubbing her thighs together. It didn't help the aching much, but if it kept the dam walls up, it was necessary. Al couldn't feel her, so he wouldn't notice her shaking as long as she kept quiet. Even that silence was too much to ask for. She was careful not to let her feet kick Al's armor and make an echo ring, but her heavier breathing and grunts kept in her mouth added up. “Are you alright, Winry?” She was hitting her limit, the waves of desperation ebbing at her strength, growing in frequency and intensity with each passing minute. And now Al was starting to catch on, Winry's condition would only get worse if she stayed the course, something different had to happen. At least it was only the more understanding brother she was stuck with. “Al, put me down now.” She sounded demanding, but she didn't have the luxury to be polite. “O-okay.” He stopped suddenly and gently placed his friend on her feet again, at which point her body immediately contorted, knees together, bent over, and hands under her skirt. Screw modesty, this was necessity. “But we can't rest for long, Brother needs us ahe-” Al stopped as he saw Winry dancing in place in a lot of pain, and even if it was due to a sensation he hadn't felt in years, he still recognized it. “You need to...go?” “D-don't worry about it,” she stammered. “You go catch up with Ed and catch that girl, just come back for me and I'll be fine.” That's all she needed, a few minutes of privacy and she'd be good. She knew the basic idea of how to do her business outdoors, even if the skill must be rusty when she never had reason to use it. Al looked around at the homogeneous, red stone composition of every piece of scenery. If he left, it was actually pretty possible he wouldn't be able to find her again. It was not safe to leave his closest friend alone anywhere, but especially in this hot weather, where she'd be in danger of heatstroke. He couldn't feel the temperature, but Winry was sweating profusely. He hoped, for her sake, that bead of liquid falling down her inner leg was, in fact, sweat. “I really don't like the idea of leaving you alone in a strange place like this. There's a lot of demented people in the world,” he sadly added, recalling a painful experience from very recently. Winry had always expected that helping attitude the Elrics shared would cause trouble, getting involved in danger, but she never expected it would keep Winry in a bathroom emergency. She didn't have the strength to argue further, if Al didn't want to leave, then so be it. “Then turn around, at least!” It seemed like he was panicking, but he looked away and kept his massive body still, providing as much cover as a girl could ever need. She'd take what she could get now, if she wasn't able to be alone during this, Al was probably the best one to be with her, she trusted him to make it acceptable. Not that Ed would be unworkable, but he didn't have that light emotional touch. Without even the remote possibility of making it back, this was the moment, Winry needed to do this. “Okay, how do I do this again,” she whispered. She hadn't done this in so long, she didn't even remember why she would have before, and being at the point where it was mandatory was not helping recollection. Luckily undressing was simple with her clothing, that part of the process was obvious. Slowly and embarrassed, she slipped her left hand into her underwear to keep her bladder in check, while her right hand pulled the pink panties halfway down her thighs, the crotch stained and wet. While bouncing in place, she looked back up at Al, dutifully watching out for anything approaching. This was the most privacy Winry was going to get, so she lifted her skirt up, tucking the hem into the waistband so she wouldn't have to deal with it falling as she squatted down, probably too far as her ankles almost touched the back of her thighs. In that makeshift toilet position, the mechanic simply couldn't hold it anymore, her bladder losing its grip and shooting out all its contents just as she moved her hand out of the way. The stream, in its short distance to the ground, was incredibly powerful and violent, the nearly-clear urine hitting fast and only letting the sound of it crashing on rock last for a second before being replaced with water noises, like a faucet running hard in a filling sink. The mechanic moaned at the relief, she had held that one for way too long, and she had technically made it decently dry. That fact was somewhat impressive, considering she had held it through a good percentage of a long train ride, and the colorless pee rushing from her body indicating she had remained well-hydrated. The puddle was rapidly expanding, from under her rear to beneath her boots, starting to creep forward to Al's feet. Winry wasn't even able to keep her eyes open as she lost herself in the bliss of release, as she gasped for breath and sighed. Mostly odorless, the only sense it was stimulating was the loud noise it was unendingly creating. And of course, that had to be a sense that Al had kept in the armor, so he was fully aware of every sound wave emanating from behind him. No one could see, not that his face could express it, but he was really nervous that such a private act from someone so close was going on right behind him. She didn't even care about her physical positioning now, it felt too good. Over a minute later, Winry had nothing more to give, her body finally emptied all its contents on the rock below. With nothing to wipe with, she shook a little to loosen anything clinging, and stood straight again. She noticed her legs were sore from the weight put on them, something she should have considered before, automail engineering always calculating the stress put on limbs, and only considered a more efficient posture now. The benefit to having a clear thought process, she concluded, and pulled her panties back to where they belonged, the wet fabric making her a little uncomfortable. Finally, she readjusted her skirt, and her whole body was straightened out. That's when Al spoke up and asked, “Are you done now, Winry?” “Yeah, I'm done.” But it hit her that there was still a puddle of evidence at her feet she'd rather remain unseen. “But don't turn around! Let's just start walking.” “Um...okay.” His metal body starting clanging as he moved again, Winry catching up soon. “But we should probably run if we want to meet up with Brother, we lost a lot of time.” Honestly, for that brief moment, she had forgotten that's why Ed wasn't there, that they had split to do a job. “Fine then, I guess you'll have to carry me.” But with her body being flung in Al's grasp, her short bottoms might not be enough to cover her panties from a rogue skirt flip, already undesirable, but deathly important now. She'd need something larger on her waist, and she had been ready to remove her dark jacket due to the heat. “Just let me take my jacket off.” She pulled her arms through the sleeves and opened the front to slip it off, tying the long sleeves around her abdomen and turning the coat into a longer skirt, leaving a white tank top as her shirt. “And thanks for stopping for me, I don't know what I would have done otherwise,” she confessed as Al picked her up for the third time. “W-well, of course,” he stuttered as he rubbed the back of his helmet with his left gauntlet. “It wouldn't have been good for me either if I didn't help. Let's go, and hope that didn't take too long.” Ed was probably improvising something now if they weren't in any position, so Al really needed to hurry as he bolted in the direction his brother ran, holding Winry tighter so she wouldn't bounce vigorously in his hold Edited June 11, 2016 by Captain L (see edit history)
With every bounce of the public bus, 22-year-old April's bursting, tender bladder pulsed accusingly. It bulged out of the front of her flowered blue skirt almost angrily, as if asking her why she was not peeing. Why didn't I pee before? April asked herself. Even with her busy schedule that day, full of errands and appointments, she surely could have managed it. However, her foolish assumption that she could hold it prevented her from doing so. A frisson of desperation zinged up her spine, and April clenched her hand between her legs and moaned loudly before she could stop herself. Oh no, she thought, looking around in a panic to see if anyone had heard her. Fortunately, the bus was mostly empty, and a party of obnoxious children accompanied by exhausted adults seemed to have covered up her desperate moan. With her other hand, April let go of her shopping bags and gently stroked her swollen bladder bulge, as if attempting to comfort it. She could feel her pee pushing urgently at her urethral opening, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep her proverbial floodgates closed. As if her bladder had heard her doubtful thought, another wave of desperation hit, and before she could stop it, a squirt of pee escaped, dampening her hand and the cushion beneath her bottom. Damn it, she cursed internally. Of all the days to decide not to wear panties... She let go of her iron grip on her pussy to run a light finger up her damp slit. She could smell the salty scent of piss just from her small squirt. This small motion caused another jet of warm gold pee to escape, this time longer. It erupted from her urethra and splashed to the dirty floor of the bus. “Mmmm!” she moaned, as she attempted to clench her muscles closed again. She pushed her pee-damp hand between her legs again, and clamped down. The bus stopped, letting off a trio of what April thought were the slowest old women to ever exist. They moved at a glacial pace to the door at the front of the bus, instead of merely going out the door in the middle. Come on, come on! She urged them internally. She needed to pee so bad she could taste it. More squirts bubbled out of her, each soaking the seat and the fabric of her skirt underneath her. She bounced in her seat as she squirted, too desperate now to keep still. She was moaning and whimpering constantly now, uncaring of who might hear her. Two more stops, she thought, mentally encouraging her bladder to just keep holding. The bus stopped again, this time letting off the loud group of children. April was alone now except for the bus driver, and at this point she was on the razor's edge of wetting herself. Her thighs trembled, and yet another jet of pee splashed out of her, wetting her bare legs and the floor. Another moan pushed out of her throat, high and desperate. Finally, finally, the bus pulled up at her stop. She gathered her bags and stood up, as unsteady on her feet as a baby deer. With her wet hand clamped between her legs, she rushed off the bus to begin the walk to her apartment complex. As she walked the block to her apartment, fresh pee dribbled out of her at every step. The front and back of her skirt were now soaked, and the sidewalk beneath her was wet with her dribbles. Her green-and-gray apartment block rose slowly into view, and April moaned with relief. She was almost there. Her bladder released a thick gush of pee onto the pavement, and she hurried to the door of the apartment building, fumbling awkwardly on the doorknob with her piss-wet hands. Thankfully, there was no one in the halls. April rushed up the flight of stairs to her apartment, pee still dripping from her, until she saw her door. She had never been so glad to see her apartment before. She just needed her key...She fumbled in her purse for it. Where was her key?! A big, warm jet of piss erupted from her bladder as she struggled, and she squatted down, gasping. She was not going to pee herself in front of her door! Her fingers closed around the cool metal of her key, and she stood up, triumphant. She stuck it in the lock and jiggled it, almost yelling triumphantly when the lock clicked and her door swung open. She stepped inside her apartment, ignoring the sizeable puddle of piss that now sat in front of her door. She closed the door behind her, and-oh no. She barely had time to yank the damp, translucent fabric of her skirt up before the full force of her pee squirted out of her, past her clenched fingers and onto the hardwood floor. “Mmm- oh, oh, ahhhh! No....,” she moaned as she pissed uncontrollably on her floor, all over her nice pair of black flats, and her hallway carpet. She could smell it, acrid and salty. Her pee was warm and golden on her hand as it continued to squirt past her pussy. Her desperation ebbed and her bladder deflated as she pissed powerfully for almost a minute and a half before gradually petering out. As she finished, she looked down, past her soaked pussy, past her trembling thighs and wet calves, to the golden lake at her feet. She moaned weakly as her bladder released one last squirt of pee, and when she was sure she was finished, she pulled off her wet skirt to go clean herself up in her bathroom.
So this is technically a continuation of my other story “Grocery Shopping”, but you can still read this on its own. I love revenge stories and I’ve always wanted to write one myself, so here it is. The beginning is kind of slow (meaning there’s no omorashi until later in the story) but it will get there eventually. Enjoy! * * *  After that fateful day at the supermarket, Maya and Kyle had become quite close friends. At first it started with a simple chat, after Maya approached Kyle in the History class they had together, but soon they discovered that they had a lot in common and began to spend more time with each other. Having never had this kind of bond with anyone before, this was very exciting for Maya. Not to mention, she was starting to develop real feelings for Kyle, and from the looks of it, he seemed to have feelings for her as well. However, both were too shy to address this personally, so for the time being they remained happily in a platonic friendship. Sure, they had their awkward moments, like when their hands would accidentally brush against each other’s, resulting in flushed faces and averted eyes, but these moments were rare, and to be honest, Maya didn’t mind them too much anyway.   Currently, she and Kyle were walking down the school hallway after school, chatting about a new movie they were thinking of going to see. Maya was surprised how comfortable she felt around Kyle. Having always been a socially awkward and shy person, it was difficult for her to interact with other people, including her own family, but with Kyle there was something different. She always felt safe around him, never felt like she was being judged. Maybe because he was such a calm, easygoing person, and his smiles and friendly responses always felt natural. He was genuinely interested in her, and it was like Maya’s anxiety decided to do her a favour and back off for once.  As the two teenagers strolled through the corridor together, they passed Tatiana’s locker. She was with her two loyal companions, Chrissy and Amy, as always. Tatiana glared at the couple as they walked past. Maya noticed this, and frowned, biting her lip. She had noticed that Tatiana was being particularly nasty towards her lately, always giving her icy glares and snapping bitter insults filled with venom and animosity. While Tatiana tormenting Maya was nothing new, and Maya was more than used to the girl’s hostility by now, she still felt unnerved. In the past, Tatiana would pick on her maliciously, but she would always be smirking, clearly enjoying the poor girl’s torment. Now, she seemed to do it out of anger, rather than sadism. It was like she was channelling her frustrations, and perhaps… jealousy?  Maya didn’t like the thought of it, but she suspected that was really the reason for this new behaviour. Tatiana was jealous of her, now that she was friends with a cute boy. Maya wasn’t sure if it was because Tatiana actually had feelings for Kyle, or if she simply hated the fact that a good-looking boy was paying more attention to Maya than her. Either way, she didn’t like it, and she was worried that this friction would ruin their friendship.  Maya tried to hurry Kyle along before anything happened, but it was too late. “Hey, Kyle!”  They turned to face the three girls, who were standing at Tatiana’s locker with textbooks in their arms. They were an interesting trio. First there was Tatiana, of course, who exuded beauty and sex appeal from every region of her body. From her flowing platinum blonde hair and clear blue eyes to her perfect hourglass figure, not to mention her generously large breasts, which nearly every boy craved to touch at some time or another. Of course, her beauty was the only redeeming quality about her. Anyone who could see part her stunning good looks (mostly girls) could tell that she was an incredibly cruel and heartless person. Alas, because she had secured her reputation as the school’s most popular girl, no one dared to mess with her, or else she could drive them to the ground with a snap of her dainty little fingers.  Then there was Chrissy, a slender, exotic-looking girl with long dark hair and piercing green eyes. She was Tatiana’s best friend and confidant, although why exactly Tatiana trusted her secrets in this girl remained a mystery. She was a notorious gossip and blabbermouth, always snooping around and spreading the latest dirt around the halls. Whenever Tatiana wanted to bring somebody down, she would “hire” Chrissy to dig up whatever scandalous and juicy tidbits she could find about that person, and before you could say “Gasp!” everybody would be discussing Tom’s secret love affair, or Sally’s drug-addicted stepfather. She was also extremely shallow, and had an unhealthy obsession with boys. She had allegedly made a twenty-page long list of every guy in school she found attractive, including the teachers.  Finally, there was Amy, who looked the most innocent out of the three. She was a small, fragile-looking girl, with baby blue eyes and thin, wavy beach blonde hair. No one really paid any attention to her; she was mostly just there for decoration. And also to serve as Tatiana's personal puppet, being at the blonde vixen's beck and call 24/7.   Kyle raised an eyebrow slightly. “Hey Tatiana,” he said.  Tatiana put on her sweetest smile (Maya had to admire how expertly she could manipulate other people with that pretty face of hers), and started batting her long eyelashes and twirling a strand of blonde hair between her fingers, completely ignoring Maya. “So listen, I was thinking, um, do you want to maybe, uh…”  She suddenly locked eyes with Maya for a split second, and it was like she’d suddenly registered that the other girl was there. She scowled briefly, but quickly re-composed herself.  “Actually,” she said. “Do you mind talking in private? I just want to ask you something.” Maya and Kyle looked at each other. Maya gave him a pleading look with her eyes, trying to convince him to stay out of this, but Kyle had other ideas. He squeezed Maya’s shoulder gently in an attempt to reassure her, and Maya could almost feel Tatiana’s fury over this vaguely romantic gesture, even though she wasn’t looking her way.  “All right,” he said. “Let’s go.”  Tatiana beamed. “Great!” She turned to Amy, extending her stack of textbooks towards her. “Hold my books.”  The girl didn’t look happy by this request. “But Tatiana,” Amy said. “I’m already carrying so many-” “I said hold my books,” Tatiana hissed through gritted teeth, and with that the meek girl didn’t hesitate to grab Tatiana’s textbooks and add them to the already tall pile she had in her arms, clearly struggling to carry all that weight. Maya almost thought about offering to help her, but quickly decided she didn’t want to get involved with Tatiana’s accomplices, even if they weren’t quite as intimidating as their ringleader.  “I’ll meet you outside, okay?” Kyle said to Maya. Maya only nodded. Tatiana linked arms with Kyle, and they disappeared into the hallway.  Maya sat on a bench in the school courtyard, watching students flocking out the entrance doors. She sighed, looking at her watch. It had already been several minutes since Kyle and Tatiana had gone off on their little rendezvous, and she was starting to get anxious. She couldn’t imagine Kyle would do anything crazy, but she could never tell with Tatiana. She had her ways, and could bend people like metal. Maya was certain that with some carefully chosen words, she could easily convince Kyle that Maya was a loser and he’d never want to hang out with her again. The thought of that made Maya depressed and even more anxious, so she took out her phone and began to play with it to distract herself. Finally, after most of the students had left the building, Kyle exited out the school doors. Maya immediately stood up and dashed over to him, attacking him with questions. She couldn’t help it; her anxiety was on edge.  “What did she want?” she said. “Please tell me she didn’t do anything bad.”  Kyle sighed and shook his head. “She… well, how can I say this? She kind of asked me out.”  Maya felt her heart drop. “What?!”  Kyle smiled. “Don’t worry, I didn’t say yes.”  Maya sighed in relief.  “I told her that I know about everything she’s done to you, and that there’s no way I would go out with someone who treats my friends like that,” Kyle explained. “She wasn’t happy about it, of course, but she’ll get over it. I mean, she’s got like, what, every other guy in the school fawning over her?”  Maya nodded blankly, feeling a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. “Yeah…” she murmured, looking away.  “Don’t worry about it,” Kyle said with a grin. “Even if she was nice, you’re still like ten times prettier than she is. I’d rather go out with you any day.”  Maya blushed and gave an awkward chuckle. “Thanks.” “No problem. So listen, why don’t we head over to my place and work on our History assignment together? My parents aren’t home till six, so we can do whatever we want until then.”  Maya smiled. “That sounds awesome,” she said.  He smiled mischievously. “Race you,” he said, and then ran off.  “Oh, come on!” Laughing, Maya chased after him.  Little did they know, Tatiana was watching them from the school entrance doors, scowling as she formulated a plan. She was going to make them pay.  * * *  The next morning, Maya was awoken by the sun instead of her alarm. She was up bright and early, and for once it wasn’t against her will. It was a beautiful sunny day, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Taking advantage of this gorgeous June weather, Maya put on a brand new dress that her mom had bought for her yesterday. It was a salmon pink sundress dotted with red roses, and Maya was in love with it. It complimented her figure perfectly, and she loved the feeling of the soft, delicate fabric on her skin. She slipped on a pair of white sandals, put on some cute earrings and a gold necklace, and tied her honey blonde hair up into a high ponytail adorned by a pink ribbon. Looking into the mirror, Maya thought of the song “I Feel Pretty” from West Side Story. She smiled. She did feel pretty. Not only pretty, but confident too. She did owe that partly to the dress, but mostly to Kyle. It was him who was always telling her how beautiful and smart she was. Without him she probably wouldn’t have had the courage to wear the dress in the first place.  Maya whistled and skipped out the door, completely relaxed and carefree. She waved hello to the neighbours, hummed a few songs, and picked some flowers. Today was going to be a good day. She could feel it. She made sure to be extra careful about avoiding mud puddles and other potential hazards; even something as insignificant as a smudge of dirt would compromise the pristine beauty of her new dress.  Maya sauntered through the school doors, still humming to herself, and she immediately noticed heads turning towards her. She even heard a few whistles coming from some of the guys. She blushed a bit, not used to this much attention, but she was enjoying it. She strutted down the hallway to her locker, and soon she saw Kyle approaching. She smiled and waved. “Hey!” she greeted as he caught up to her.  “Hey,” he replied, smiling. He eyed her outfit. “Cute dress.” Maya beamed. “Thanks! I just got it yesterday.” “It looks good on you.”  Maya chuckled. “Looks like you’re not the only one who thinks that.” She gestured toward a group of gawking boys. They walked and chatted through the hall, and soon they approached Tatiana’s locker, where the pretty blonde girl was gossiping with her two sidekicks. Maya immediately tensed up. After what had happened yesterday, she was afraid that Tatiana would be extra malicious and cause harm as usual. But to her surprise, Tatiana noticed the two friends and greeted them both cheerfully. “Hi guys!” She smiled at Maya. “Love the dress.” Maya raised her eyebrows. “Er… thanks.” Tatiana smiled again and turned back to her friends, and Kyle and Maya shared a look of confusion before continuing down the hallway, both momentarily lost for words. “That was weird,” Maya finally said, breaking the silence. “Yeah,” Kyle agreed. “You’d think she’d be less cheerful after I turned her down yesterday.”  “And she actually said hello to me. Usually she completely ignores me when you’re around.” “Maybe we accidentally stumbled into the Twilight Zone,” Kyle suggested. Maya frowned. “Or maybe she’s up to something. Great, now I’m stressed.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Who cares about her? Don’t worry about that nutcase. For all we know, maybe she got hit in the head with a coconut and now she’s acting completely off. Like in cartoons.” Maya sighed. “Maybe you’re right. I shouldn’t worry.” Just then, the bell rang. Students began hustling to their classes. Maya waved goodbye to Kyle, and started heading towards her first-period math class. She wondered if Kyle was right. It didn’t really make any sense to her; why would Tatiana suddenly be so nice to her, especially after she had just gotten rejected by the boy who was best friends with her mortal enemy? Had Kyle secretly blackmailed her to make a truce with Maya and leave her alone? Did she really get hit in the head with a coconut? What was going on here? No matter how hard she tried, Maya could not come up with a plausible explanation for Tatiana’s bizarre behaviour, other than her original theory that the girl was planning something. Maya felt a chill travel down her spine. She was going to have to be extra vigilant today.  Maya slipped into the classroom, praying that nothing bad would happen during the course of the day.  * * *  Kyle cracked an egg into the bowl, mixing it into the batter. It was Home Ec, and today they were making pancakes. Kyle enjoyed this class, since he found it fun to cook (and he wasn’t too bad at it, he thought); not to mention getting free meals, which was nice, especially with his big masculine appetite. Today, however, he was distracted. Tatiana, Chrissy, and Amy were in his class, and he couldn’t help watching them closely as he worked on his own recipe alone. They seemed to be acting normally for the most part; giggling, whispering, and generally wasting time as opposed to diligently working on getting their cooking done. However, he had a feeling that they were up to something. Maybe Maya was right. They had to be cooking up some scheme or another, and when he saw Tatiana asking the teacher if she could take some of the leftover eggs home, he only grew more suspicious.  However, the day carried on as normal, and nothing unusual happened, so he eventually forgot about it. After school, he and Maya walked through the hallways together, as they always did.  “I almost forgot. I saved you a pancake,” Kyle said, handing her a thin white paper bag.  Maya gasped. “Aww. Thank you!”  Kyle cleared his throat and bashfully looked down at his feet.  “Hey there, beautiful!”  Maya and Kyle turned to see a boy staring at them. He blew a kiss at Maya, then gave her a flirty wave.  Maya giggled. “Looks like I’m getting a lot of attention today. I think Tatiana’s got some competition.” Kyle frowned, looking away. “Yeah…” he mumbled.  “What’s the matter?” Maya asked, concerned by his suddenly dismissive attitude. “Nothing,” Kyle muttered.  “Come on, tell me.” Maya smirked. “You jealous?”  Kyle blushed. “N-no…” Maya laughed. “You are! I knew it.” “I-I’m not, I swear,” Kyle stammered, sweating.  Maya smiled. “Aww, my little guy friend is jealous of all the attention I’m getting from other guys. That’s adorable.” “Stop,” Kyle whined, embarrassed. Maya smirked and playfully punched his arm. “You’re kind of into me, aren’t you?” she teased. She was feeling bold and reckless, and suddenly she was ready to confess her own feelings for him. She didn’t know where that courage came from, but she was grabbing onto it as tightly as she could. This was it. This was the big moment. She took a deep breath.  “So listen, Kyle, I, um-” Before she could continue, however, she suddenly heard a shout and the sound of running footsteps. “Hey Maya, think fast!”  Kyle’s brief look of momentary relief quickly turned to one of horror when he saw Tatiana, Chrissy, and Amy approaching, carrying a bucket. Before Maya could even comprehend what was going on, Tatiana grabbed the bucket and tipped it over Maya’s head. A gooey, smelly liquid sloshed out of the bucket and spilled onto Maya’s body. It was egg batter. A whole bucket of it. The thick goop dripped down her face and onto her clothes, splattering onto the floor. Her hair, her new dress, her shoes, all ruined. Worse, over a hundred people were now staring at her.  “Oops,” Tatiana smirked. Immediately the whole crowd of students in the hallway burst into laughter.  “That was so epic, Tatiana!” Chrissy said.  “Yeah!” added Amy, giving her a high five.  Kyle stared, dumbfounded, at Tatiana. He could not believe she would do this to Maya. Her best friend!  “What the hell?” he cried. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”  The girl smiled at him, her diamond blue eyes gleaming. “Nobody rejects me and gets away with it, sweetie,” she replied calmly. “And since you’re too cute for me to hurt you, I decided to make your little girlfriend suffer instead. Gotta love that karma, eh?” “You fucking bitch!” Kyle growled. He’d never felt this angry before. He wanted to punch her, even though he’d been taught his entire life that it was not okay to hit a girl.  Meanwhile, Maya felt absolutely mortified. All she could hear was the uproarious laughter of students as they witnessed her cruel humiliation. Her vision was blurred from all the tears in her eyes, which soon overflowed and spilled down her cheeks—not that it was noticeable from all the gross liquid on her face. In tears, she turned and ran out of the school.  “Maya!” She heard Kyle call after her, but she didn’t turn back.  As soon as she got home, Maya locked herself in the bathroom and took a long, long shower. She stayed in there and cried as she scrubbed and scrubbed her body, even after the water had gone cold. She was still crying after she’d dried herself and changed into pyjamas, then she went to her room and threw herself onto her bed, sobbing into her pillow. She didn’t realize how long she’d been in there until she heard a knock at the door.  “Maya!” It was her sister. “Mom says come down for dinner.” Maya didn’t respond. After a few seconds, the door opened, and Nikki stepped inside. “Uh, did you, like, not hear me? I said it’s time for di-” Maya sat up, revealing her tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. “I don’t want any dinner.” “Dude. What happened?” Nikki asked. “Did your little boyfriend break up with you?”  Maya sniffled and shook her head. “He’s not my boyfriend. And no. I … I got humiliated at school today.”  Nikki frowned and didn’t say anything, but she sat down on the bed beside her sister.  “Tatiana dumped a whole bucket of raw egg batter on me,” Maya explained, wiping her eyes.  “What,” Nikki cried.  “She ruined my dress,” Maya continued, breaking into sobs again. “And everyone was l-laughing at me.”  Nikki scoffed angrily. “Are you serious? That little bitch! Who does she think she is? Nobody does that to my baby sister.”  Maya looked at her, surprised. She hadn’t expected Nikki to be so supportive. “Didn’t you use to date her brother?” she asked.  “Yeah, until he cheated on me with that fucking slut Stacy. I’m telling you, bad blood runs in that family.” Nikki shook her head, disgusted. “So listen, if you ever want to get back at this stupid bimbo, just talk to me. I’ll wreck her so bad she’ll never want to mess with you again.”  Maya sniffled and gave a small smile. “Thanks, but I think I’ll be okay.”  Nikki shrugged. “All right, but I’m still here if you change your mind.” She rose from the bed, then paused in front of the door. “So should I tell Mom you’re not coming then?”  Maya shook her head. “No, I’ll be down there in a minute. I just got to wash up first.”  Nikki nodded, then left.  Maya sighed, feeling absolutely drained from all that crying. Suddenly she heard a buzz. She picked up her phone and saw that she’d gotten a text. From Kyle. Hey, Sorry about what happened today. If it makes you feel better, I still think you looked prettier than Tatiana, even with all that crap she poured on you. Anyway, hope you’re doing all right. I’m always here for you. :) Maya smiled. Suddenly, she remembered about the pancake he’d saved for her. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the small paper bag, then took out the pancake inside it. She gasped. It was shaped like a heart, and sprinkled with chocolate chips and powdered sugar. Some of the chips had been arranged to form a smiley face at the center of the heart. Maya let out a half-chuckle, half-sob as a fresh wave of tears filled her eyes. This time, however, they were happy tears.  * * *  The next morning, Maya felt her heart pounding as she approached the school entrance. She took a deep breath and walked through the doors, praying that she would be able to make it through the day. Kyle was running late today, so she had to get through her morning hallway commute alone, which was unfortunate timing. Immediately she saw kids not-so discreetly pointing and staring at her and whispering to each other, some of them giggling. She felt her face flush and hunched her shoulders, trying to hide in the textbooks that were clutched to her chest.  As she passed Tatiana’s locker, she felt a chill run down her spine. She tried to walk by quickly without being noticed, but it was too late. “Hey Maya!” Tatiana called. “You’re not wearing that cute dress today. What’s the matter? Did you accidentally spill something on it?” Chrissy and Amy laughed. Maya simply glared at the cruel girl and stormed off, too angry for words.  The rest of the day didn’t fare much better. People were constantly coming up to Maya and cracking stupid jokes like, “Hey Maya, looking egg-cellent today!” and “Man, that was some egg-streme makeover Tatiana gave you yesterday, huh?”  And then, during History, this happened.  “Maya? In what year was Mussolini appointed Prime Minister?” Mr. Arnolds asked.  Maya looked up. She hadn’t been paying any attention to the class, being too preoccupied in her thoughts, and now the teacher was calling on her.  “Um…” She swallowed and tried to think, but her mind was blank. She glanced at Kyle, hoping he could help her out, but he only gave a helpless shrug. Maya felt the eyes of the entire class on her, and her heart started pounding. Panicked, she took a wild guess. “1950?”  Several classmates giggled. Mr. Arnolds, however, was not amused.  “Mussolini died in 1945, Maya,” he replied flatly. “I don’t think he was around by then.”  “I-I’m sorry,” Maya murmured, her cheeks flushed.  Mr. Arnolds sighed. “I understand that you’re upset about the incident that occurred yesterday. It’s difficult being ostracized, I know, especially for a shy student like yourself. But that’s no excuse to not review the material.” Maya couldn’t believe it. Word had spread to the teachers! It was at this point that Maya finally had enough. She couldn’t stand being singled out like this anymore. Something had to be done. But she couldn’t do it alone. She would need expert advice. And she knew exactly who to consult.  As soon as Mr. Arnolds started rambling on again, Maya turned and whispered to Kyle, who was sitting beside her. “We’re going to Starbucks after class. I’m going to get revenge on Tatiana.” Kyle looked a bit puzzled, but he nodded.  * * *  The Starbucks café was right across from Maryland Secondary, and usually it would be quite busy during the after school rush, but today it was practically empty when Maya and Kyle walked in. Maya supposed that was a good thing. She didn’t want people to overhear this. She quickly spotted Nikki sitting at one of the tables texting, taking her coffee break. Nikki was taking some time off from school, so she worked at Starbucks almost full-time. Maya and Kyle made it to her table, and she looked up from her phone as soon as she noticed them. “Hey. What are you two doing here?” the dark-haired girl asked.  “We need your help,” Maya replied. She took a deep breath, wringing her hands. “I … I want payback. Vendetta. Justice.”  Nikki’s eyes lit up. She didn’t need any further clarification. Grinning, she gestured to the empty chairs in front of her. “I knew you’d come around. Sit.”  The two teens sat down at the table, at the same time that Maya’s sister got up. “Want any drinks?” she asked.  “Mmm, I guess a strawberry smoothie would be nice,” Maya said.  “Yeah, that sounds good,” Kyle agreed. Nikki nodded. “You got it.”  She turned to the petite brunette girl who was at the counter, wiping down the countertop with a rag. “Malena! I need two strawberry smoothies!” she ordered.  The barista nodded and put the dishcloth away, turning to her work station as she prepared the drinks. As soon as the smoothies were ready, Nikki brought them to the table. She sat back down, handing Maya and Kyle the plastic cups. “Thanks,” Maya said.  “How much do I owe you?” asked Kyle. Nikki smiled. “For you, it’s on the house, cutie.” She gave him a wink. Kyle chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush on his cheeks. Maya folded her arms and frowned at her sister, not happy that she was being flirty with her potential future boyfriend. They began sipping their drinks.  “So…” Nikki started. “Any ideas?” Maya and Kyle looked at each other. They hadn’t really thought about any concrete plans. “Umm… maybe we could start rumours about her,” Maya suggested. “You know, spread a little gossip around. Like maybe we could tell everyone that she’s sleeping with one of the teachers or something.”  Nikki nodded thoughtfully. “Hmm. It’s diabolical, I’ll give you that. But that’s way too complicated. Revenge should be simple and to the point. If only we knew what her kryptonite was. Then we could really destroy her.”  Maya stared at her sister in awe. It was too bad Nikki’s college didn’t offer a degree in Revenge Psychology, because she could get a PhD in it. The three sat in silence for a minute as they thought carefully. Finally, Kyle spoke up.  “What if, now bear with me, what if we made her pee herself?” he proposed.  Nikki laughed. “Now we’re talking. I love it.”  Maya felt her cheeks grow hot, suddenly reminded of her own accident not too long ago, which she hadn’t told anyone about and was certainly not planning to anytime soon. “But how would we do that?” she asked.  “Easy,” Nikki said. “We just slip her one of those water pills, deny her access to any bathrooms, and voila! It’s a classic.”  Kyle smiled, turning to his friend. “You in?”  Maya thought about it. She supposed she didn’t have anything to lose, and she had to admit, it was a very intriguing idea. She nodded. “All right, I’m in.”  A sinister smile curved on Nikki’s lips. “Super! Now let’s talk game strategy. We need a clear and specific plan. Here’s what I’m thinking…” They spent the next few minutes discussing how they were going to go about pulling this off. Finally, they came up with a plan of attack that was almost guaranteed to be successful.  “Oh, I can’t wait to do this,” Nikki cried. “She’s going to be so fucking humiliated when she pisses herself like a little kid.” Kyle nodded. “And actually, speaking of that, I should probably hit the washroom before we leave. That smoothie and my bladder are really hitting it off.”  Maya wrinkled her nose. “That’s gross.” Kyle shrugged. “Hey, when you gotta go…”  Nikki looked at her watch. “All right, I gotta get back to work. We got a plan?”  Maya and Kyle nodded. “We got a plan,” they said.  Smiling, the three of them shook hands.  * * *  The next morning, as Maya walked through the hallway with Kyle, she could feel her heart racing in her chest.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said. “I’ve got goosebumps.”  “You’re a bad girl, Maya,” Kyle teased.  Maya smirked, but then her eyes widened and she gasped as she saw Tatiana standing by her locker alone. “There she is,” she whispered. The girl looked effortlessly pretty as usual; her long blonde hair was in a messy bun, and she wore a lacy purple tank top that showed a good amount of cleavage, along with gray leggings and black flats. Maya realized with delight that with those slutty leggings Tatiana was wearing, it would be very clearly noticeable if she wet herself, given the light colour of the fabric.  They watched as Tatiana removed the books from her locker, scowling, then growled and slammed her locker door shut. She stormed through the hallway, almost bumping into Maya. “Move,” she growled, and Maya scooted out of the way just in time before Tatiana shoved her.  “Man, she’s pissed,” Kyle remarked.  “She’ll be even more ‘pissed’ later, if you know what I mean,” Maya snickered.  “I dunno,” Kyle said. “I mean, did you see that look in her eyes? She could kill someone. I’m not so sure I want to do this now.”  “It’ll be fine,” Maya said. “You have the most important job. Without you, the whole plan will fall apart.” Kyle sighed. “I know. That’s why I’m nervous.”  “Don’t be.” Maya lay a hand on his shoulder and looked at him. “Just do it for me, okay?” She smiled at him. Goddammit, Kyle thought. How can I say no to that?  He nodded. “All right. I’ll do anything for you.”  Maya patted his shoulder. “That’s more like it.” Suddenly, the bell rang. “Whoops! I’d better get going. Text me updates!” With that, she waved and walked away.  Kyle stood still for a moment, his eyes wide open. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “This is really happening.” He took a deep breath and headed to his Home Ec class.  * * *  Today the class was making crème brulee, which just happened to be Kyle’s favourite dessert. He’d made it many times at home, so he was familiar with the recipe. As such, he was able to keep an eye on Tatiana and her friends while he worked more or less absent-mindedly on his recipe.  He still hadn’t worked up the nerve to go and talk to Tatiana. He knew he was capable of pulling it off. All he had to do was tell her that he’d reconsidered her offer, and ask if she was still interested in going out with him. Then, after she inevitably said yes, he would invite her to go to Starbucks for lunch, where she would drink the coffee or whatever she ordered that would be secretly infused with diuretic pills (courtesy of Maya’s diabolical sister!) And the rest would be history. It was simple enough, relatively painless.  Yet something kept stopping him from making the move. At the end of the day, they were still going to do something horrible to someone, even though that person totally deserved it. And it didn’t help that Tatiana seemed to be in a particularly foul mood today. Kyle had no idea what had happened to her, but he did not want to approach her in that state. She looked downright scary, with her glaring ice blue eyes and blood-red fingernails, which were so long and sharp they looked like human claws. He couldn’t imagine how anyone could be friends with such a horrible, terrifying creature.  He realized that he wasn’t comfortable doing this, at least not today. He was going to have to call it off. He swallowed a lump in his throat, realizing how upset and disappointed Maya would be when he told her the news. But it had to be done. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and was just about to text his friend when something stopped him. “Uh, what are you doing?” he heard Tatiana’s annoyed voice spit out. He looked over and saw her glaring at Amy, hands on her hips. Amy was standing in front of their mixing bowl with a bottle of vanilla extract in one hand, a teaspoon in the other. “Adding the vanilla,” Amy replied quietly. “It’s three teaspoons, right?”  Tatiana’s eye twitched. “Hey dummy, do you see this?” She snatched the instructions sheet and held it in front of Amy’s face. “ONE teaspoon. Now it’s going to taste like crap because you fucking ruined it!”  Amy looked shocked. Her eyes filled with tears. “I-I’m sorry, Tatiana. I… um… I just…” She was trying hard not to cry, not able to talk properly.  Tatiana groaned in exasperation. “God Amy, you’re so retarded! I don’t even know why we let you work with us!” Chrissy nodded, her arms folded over her chest.  Amy’s lip quivered, and she turned and ran out of the room, obviously to go cry in the bathroom.  Tatiana scoffed and rolled her eyes. “She is so stupid…”  “I know,” Chrissy said. “Like, does she even know how to read?”  “One teaspoon, how hard is that?” Tatiana cried. “What a fucking crybaby.” Chrissy snickered.  Meanwhile, Kyle, who had watched this whole exchange, felt absolutely sick to his stomach. Who the hell did this girl think she was, what gave her the right, no, what gave her the nerve, to treat people like that? Her own, so-called friends, for that matter?  She’s a monster, he realized. And that was exactly the push he needed to do the task he’d originally set out to do. He was going to make this bitch pay for her sins. Dearly.  After class, when Tatiana had said goodbye to Chrissy, she started walking alone to her next class. Now was his chance. Kyle took a deep breath, smoothed his hair, put on his best smile, and walked up to her.  “Hey Tatiana,” he said casually. “Mind if I talk to you for a sec?”  * * *  “Man, you have no idea how relieved I am right now,” Tatiana said to Kyle as they walked through the crowded hallway during lunch. “I was having such an awful day, and then you come along and confess your love for me! It was, like, magical.” “Yeah,” Kyle said, smiling. He was glad he’d taken drama classes before. If there was ever a time those acting lessons came in handy, it was now. “I mean, I could tell you were upset. You got pretty angry at your friend during Home Ec.” Tatiana scoffed. “Well, can you blame me? She is such a ditz. She put in three teaspoons of vanilla instead of one! Three! Can you believe that? I mean, I guess it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, but, like, read the fucking instructions! They’re there for a reason.” She sighed and perfectly re-composed herself. “Anyway. So you’re totally over Maya, right?” Kyle nodded. “Yeah. She’s just … boring, you know? Not my kind of girl. You, on the other hand, well, what can I say? You’re a total hottie.”  Tatiana chuckled. “I get that a lot.”  “And, um, honestly, I thought that prank you pulled on Maya was pretty funny. I just pretended to be mad at you ‘cause, like, Maya was there, and I didn’t want to seem like a bad friend or anything, you know?” He felt so unclean saying all these things. He knew he didn’t mean any of it, but it was still jarring and uncomfortable.  “Well, I’m just glad that’s over,” Tatiana said. “You’re too good for Maya. But then again, who isn’t? She’s so pathetic. I bet she’s never even had her first kiss.”  Kyle laughed, even though on the inside he wanted to kill Tatiana. Speak of the devil, they soon passed Maya standing at her locker in the hallway. Kyle grinned and discreetly gave her a thumbs-up. Tatiana, meanwhile, tossed Maya a bitchy smirk. Maya simply smirked back at her.  She won’t be smug for long, Maya thought. “But enough about Maya,” Kyle said, trying to spare his friend from further backlash. “Let’s head to Starbucks before it gets crowded.”  “Right,” Tatiana said. “Let’s go, babe.”  Kyle inwardly cringed at being called babe, but he kept his best poker face, even when Tatiana intertwined their fingers. He saw many guys staring at him in awe and envy as they went out the school doors, and he couldn’t help feeling a surge of pleasure at being admired this way.  They went in to the Starbucks café and stood in line to order their refreshments. Kyle saw Nikki behind the counter, and she gave him a wink. He smiled. It was all going according to plan.  “Ugh, this line is so slow,” Tatiana whined. “I’m starving. I want some food.”  Kyle rolled his eyes. Did this girl ever shut up?  “Well, that’s why we’re here,” he replied calmly. As Tatiana continued to moan, gripe, and complain about trivial nonsense, he pulled out his phone and texted Maya.  This is painful. She’s bitching nonstop. He added an emoji with a gun pressed to its face for extra emphasis. It wasn’t long before he received a reply: Just hang in there. It’ll all be worth it. ;) He smiled and nodded to himself. Maya was right. It was only a matter of time before everything would fall into place and they would finally get their revenge.  Finally, they made it to the front of the line, and they ordered their food and drinks. Kyle chose a strawberry smoothie like last time along with a sandwich and brownie, and Tatiana opted for a vanilla bean frapuccino with a multigrain bagel (“I always eat light stuff, gotta watch those calories!” she’d insisted). Kyle pulled out his wallet, offering to pay for both their meals.  “Aww, you’re such a sweetheart!” Tatiana gushed.  Kyle smiled. No matter what, he could never resist being a gentleman.  “Don’t I get free drinks today?” Kyle teased as he handed Nikki the money.  “I wish, but my manager would kill me,” the girl replied, rolling her eyes. “I still think you’re cute though. Don’t tell Maya I said that.”  Kyle chuckled. “I won’t.” Tatiana smirked. “Well, just keep your hands off him. He’s mine,” she said, linking arms with Kyle. Nikki scoffed. “Sure he is,” she muttered.  “Hey, didn’t you use to date my brother?” Tatiana asked, suddenly recognizing her.  “Yeah…” Nikki frowned. That cheating asshole, she wanted to add, but refrained herself.  “You know, he still talks about you.” “Does he?” Nikki said, trying to keep her cool.  Tatiana giggled. “He says you suffocated him with your coffee breath.” She laughed as if that wasn’t insulting at all. “And that your loud snoring was so cute!”  Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”  Kyle nervously cleared his throat and squeezed Tatiana’s shoulder in a vain attempt to get her to stop talking, but she ignored him. “Well, aren’t you going to go make our drinks, sweetie?” she said, with that infuriating condescending smile of hers. “I’d love to stay here and keep chatting with you, but it looks like you’ve got a whole line-up of people waiting.”  Nikki dug her nails into her counter, reminding herself that as tempting as it was to have the most cathartic moment of her life right now, it wasn’t worth losing her job over. She instead put on her best customer service smile and said, “You’re right. I’ll go make them now, sweetie.” As soon as she’d turned away so they couldn’t see her, she scowled so hard she felt her blood vessels might burst. I’m going to kill her!!!  Tatiana turned to Kyle and rolled her eyes. “Bitch,” she mouthed silently.  Nikki poured the freshly-blended smoothie into a plastic cup. Kyle’s drink was done now, and of course his was untouched. Now it was time to prepare Tatiana’s drink. She grinned, pulling her secret ingredient out of her apron pocket. It hadn’t been easy, and she wasn’t exactly proud of her methods, but she’d managed to get the best diuretic on the market. These babies would have Tatiana squirming within minutes. After she’d poured the coffee, milk, and other essentials into the blender, she reached into the small ziplock bag which contained the tiny white capsules. She’d been told that only one would do the trick, but she decided to add a few more just for good measure. A sinister grin formed on her face as she tossed the pills into the blender and pressed the button. God, it felt so good! She was glad that the blender was loud enough to muffle her borderline evil chuckling as the pills swirled around and around, soon lost in the sea of chilled sugary goodness.  “Here you go,” she said innocently as she handed Tatiana the freshly-brewed frappuccino. The girl took a sip and her eyebrows perked up.  “Wow, this is good,” she remarked. “Like, really good! I wonder what’s in it?”  “Yeah, I wonder,” Kyle said, smiling at Nikki.  “Hey,” Nikki called softly, beckoning him over. He quickly told Tatiana to find a table before walking to the counter.  “Take pictures for me,” Nikki whispered to him. “I want to see the look on her face when she’s soaked in her own piss.”  “Oh, don’t worry,” Kyle reassured. “I think there’ll be a lot of pictures going around.”  He took a seat with Tatiana at a small table next to the window, and they began eating their lunch.  “Oh my God, this is amazing,” Tatiana said as she continued sipping away at her frappuccino, completely oblivious to the fact that it had been tampered with. “Want some?” She held out the beverage in front of Kyle.  Kyle shook his head. “No thanks.”  “You sure? I mean, you did pay for it.” “I’m good.”  Tatiana shrugged. “Suit yourself. You’re missing out.” Kyle chuckled. Oh, if only she knew…  “You know, I’m so glad you decided to give me a chance,” Tatiana said. “I’ve always had the biggest crush on you, you have no idea.” Really? Kyle thought. Cause I don’t remember you even looking at me before I started hanging out with Maya.  Kyle grinned. “Well, what can I say? I’m a total ladies man.”  Tatiana giggled. “You’re so funny! I wish all guys were like you.”  Tatiana looked completely pleased with herself. In her eyes, she’d managed to snatch her enemy’s cute friend from her arms and secure her reputation as the superior one. There was nothing she couldn’t do.  Enjoy it while it lasts, Kyle thought. Your little victory will soon be over…  Tatiana then proceeded to launch into a rant about all the previous guys she’d dated, who according to her were obnoxious, narcissistic idiots, and eventually the focus of her rant shifted to her wide circle of friends, or rather her legion of backstabbers. Kyle nodded along silently, not really paying attention. He watched her body, looking for any indicators that she had to pee. So far, nothing. After fifteen minutes, he began to worry. She’d long since downed the last of her frappuccino, but she showed no signs of desperation, or even discomfort. Didn’t Nikki say the diuretics were supposed to work almost immediately? Had she gotten a cheap, ineffective brand that was completely useless? A deep feeling of anxiety nestled in the boy’s stomach as he wondered if all their careful, meticulous planning had been for nothing; worse, how was he going to ditch Tatiana now, without revealing their big, possibly failed scheme? Just as he was beginning to seriously become worried, it suddenly happened. A peculiar look flashed in Tatiana’s eyes. She frowned, shifted slightly in her seat, and crossed her legs. Kyle’s eyes lit up. It was small, barely even a noticeable gesture, but there was no question about it. She definitely had to pee.  Sure enough, her desperation grew stronger by the minute. She began to fidget, squirm, and become noticeably more flustered. Unable to contain his excitement, Kyle discreetly pulled out his phone and texted Maya. She’s fidgety.  “And don’t even get me started on Wendy,” Tatiana rambled on. "Have you noticed how she always dresses like a little whore? I mean, she is a total whore, but still..." Kyle wasn’t even listening to Tatiana’s blabbering by this point. He was watching the girl who was normally so cool and composed become more and more distracted by her need to use the bathroom, to the point where her talking started to slow down (Kyle wasn’t complaining). She was constantly grimacing and crossing and uncrossing her legs, clearly bothered by this sudden urge to pee. At one point Kyle could even swear he saw her hand slip into her crotch. He shot a few furtive smiles at Nikki, who had clearly noticed the girl’s state of distress. She giggled quietly to herself every time she noticed Tatiana squirm, bite her lip, or press her legs together. By the time they’d finished their lunch, she looked somewhat desperate, although not to the point where she was close to wetting herself.  Kyle looked at his watch. “We should get going. Class is going to start pretty soon.” Tatiana’s eyes lit up. “Right. Um, I’m just going to use the washroom real quick.”  “Oh.” Kyle frowned. “Yeah, go ahead.” He quickly looked at Nikki, and she winked at him. Good, he thought. She’d taken care of everything.  Tatiana rose from her seat, but paused for a moment. Apparently standing up sent a small wave of pressure into her bladder, because she gave a soft little moan and squeezed her legs together. After she’d regained composure, she grabbed her bag and quickly walked to the restroom. Kyle watched as she brought her hand to the door handle, her anxiety to relieve herself evident in her eyes. However, she then frowned as the handle didn’t turn. He smiled. Tatiana groaned, folding her arms over her chest as she waited impatiently for the door to open up, rubbing her legs together. After about a minute, when nothing had happened, Tatiana knocked on the door. No answer. “Hello?” she called. Still nothing. “What the hell?” She tried a few more times, but still got no response. “Uh, excuse me?” she said to Nikki, who was wiping one of the tables. “Is this door jammed or something?”  “Oh yeah,” Nikki said, walking over to Tatiana with her hands in her pockets. “Someone accidentally locked the bathroom door, and I can’t seem to find the key anywhere.” She smiled mischievously, caressing the key she’d hidden in her trousers pocket. She’d thought about putting up an “out of order” sign, but then thought that wouldn’t be fair to the other customers, so she went an alternative route.  Tatiana frowned. “Oh.” Nikki shrugged, still smiling. “Yeah, sorry.”  Tatiana pursed her lips, her nostrils flaring, but she managed to pull herself together. “That’s all right. I’ll just use the one at school.” Hurrying out of the café, she grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Let’s go.”  The boy quickly turned his head back to look at Nikki, who was cleaning tables again, and she smiled and made a camera-clicking motion with her hand, reminding him to take pictures. Kyle smiled and nodded, then waved at her. She waved back, then returned to wiping the table.  Tatiana immediately made a beeline for the ladies room when they got to the school. “Okay, I’ll just quickly stop by the washrooms and-” Just then, the school bell rang. “Shit!” Kyle smiled. He had purposely planned it so that she wouldn’t have time to use the bathroom before class started.  “Great, now I can’t go to the bathroom or else I’ll be late,” Tatiana grumbled. “And Mr. Edmunds already threatened to fail me if I’m late to class one more time. Ugh, this wouldn’t even be a problem if we were in our normal classroom today, then I could just stop by the washroom on the way there, but of course today of all days we have to work on this stupid fucking project in the library, which is on the other side of the school! God, I hate science class.”  Kyle chuckled to himself. Oh, this was even better than he had hoped. Although Tatiana didn’t look particularly desperate yet, soon the diuretics would take full effect, and there was no way she’d be able to hold it until the end of class. Tatiana probably thought she could easily wait one more hour, but she was dead wrong. Very soon she’d be more desperate to pee than she’d ever been in her entire life, and there was nothing she could do about it.  “Well, I guess I’d better get going,” Tatiana sighed. “See you later, babe.” She gave Kyle a kiss on the cheek, then turned and began hurrying to her final class. At that moment, Maya came walking in the opposite direction. Kyle was glad that she hadn’t seen the kiss, although she did notice Tatiana’s state of minor desperation.  Maya smirked. “How was your date?”  Kyle smiled. “Dreadful, until the last half hour or so. Then it got very interesting.” Maya’s eyes lit up. “So she didn’t suspect a thing?” “Nope. She was like, ‘Oh man, this frappuccino is amazing!’ Slurp, slurp, slurp. Downed the whole thing in five minutes.” “I can’t believe those water pills actually worked,” Maya said.  “I know,” Kyle said. “I guess we owe it to Nikki. Seriously, you have, like, the coolest sister ever.” Maya rolled her eyes. “She’s okay in small doses.”  “Hey, speaking of doses, that dosage of pills Tatiana drank should start taking full effect on her any minute now. She’s gonna have a real fun time sitting through her science class while her bladder starts filling up like a balloon.” Maya nodded, grinning. “So, what now?” she asked. “I mean, obviously we can’t let her go to the bathroom during class. But how are we going to, like, control that?” “Don’t worry,” Kyle said. “She’s got Mr. Edmunds. I’ve had him before. He’s super strict. Won’t let anyone go to the bathroom even if it’s an emergency. Sometimes people get in trouble for even asking.” Maya smiled. “Great, so we’ve got that taken care of.” She looked at her watch, realizing they only had two minutes left to get to History, their final class for the day. “We should probably start heading to class too.” “Actually, I was thinking maybe we could skip it today.” Maya stared at him in shock. “What? Why?”  Kyle grinned, dark mischief in his eyes. “So we can have a front-row seat for the Tatiana vs. Bladder showdown. My money’s on the bladder. It’s happening in the library too, so we can just go in there and pretend to be studying or something. It’s perfect!”  “But I’ve never skipped before,” Maya said nervously.  “Come on, it’s totally worth it,” Kyle said. “Besides, do you really want be stuck in class for an hour listening to Mr. Arnolds yammering on about stuff that happened before we were even born?”  Maya thought about it, realizing he was right. “Well, when you put it that way…” She smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.”  Kyle grinned. “That’s more like it. Come on, we don’t want to miss any of the action!” Laughing, they headed towards the library. Maya started to get goosebumps again. This was so exciting! They were skipping class and getting to watch Tatiana be humiliated in the worst possible way! At long last her rival would get what was coming to her, and it would scar her for life.  This is the best day of my life, Maya thought.  Maya and Kyle stepped into the library, just as several other students from Tatiana’s class started filing in. The two sophomores went to the study area and took a seat at one of the tables. People were allowed to be in the library even if there was a class in there, so long as you were quiet and respectful and didn’t disturb anyone. Sure enough, there were a couple of other students sitting in the study area, most of them listening to music on their headphones. Kyle pulled out his laptop and pretended to be working, while Maya got out her math homework and got started on the first few questions. She felt too guilty skipping class without at least doing some schoolwork.  Soon they spotted Tatiana coming in with Chrissy and Amy. Maya noticed that Tatiana didn’t walk in her usual confident stride; instead, her footsteps were hurried and awkward, and Tatiana herself looked somewhat stiff and mildly pained.  “So I heard you went on a little date during lunch,” Chrissy said, her eyes twinkling.  Tatiana nodded, although she seemed distracted. “Yeah. With Kyle Milkins.”  Chrissy gasped. “No way! That quiet guy from our Home Ec class? I think I have him on my list! So, so, how was it? Tell me, tell me, tell me! I want all the details! Where did you guys go? Did you kiss him? Did you hold hands? Did you make out?” “I’ll tell you later,” Tatiana replied. “Ugh, I have to pee so bad!”  Maya and Kyle exchanged an excited look. The girl’s tone was lighthearted, which meant she hadn’t quite yet reached the point of urgency, but the fact that she was verbally admitting that she needed to pee was definitely a good sign. They watched as Tatiana’s class gathered in an open area where their teacher was waiting, some of the students standing or leaning against the bookcase, others sitting on couches or the carpeted floor. Tatiana slowly took a seat on one of the old worn sofas, quickly crossing her legs as she did so. As soon as everybody had arrived, Mr. Edmonds, a short, elderly man with glasses and white hair, began lecturing the class about how to do their research for the project, as well as giving tired advice on how to work efficiently and use time wisely and not goof off; it was a long and boring lecture, and Maya wasn’t paying any attention to it. She was instead focused on Tatiana, who was beginning to look more and more uncomfortable by the second. She shifted in her seat, keeping her legs crossed very tightly, and was constantly doing fidgety things such as biting her lip, playing with her hair, and her foot was dancing in the air, all as a means of distraction to cope with the growing pain in her bladder. Maya could see that her hand was buried deep under one of her legs, very close to her crotch. Tatiana herself looked both impatient and nervous; she was frowning and occasionally glancing up at Mr. Edmonds, almost as if imploring him to finish his tedious speech so she could privately ask to go to the washroom, and the fine blonde hairs on her forehead were slightly matted with sweat. She was still trying to remain inconspicuous, and looked a bit self-conscious of her constant squirming around, not to mention the lack of her usual grace and poise (Self-conscious Tatiana. That’s a first, Maya noted).  Eventually, however, Chrissy seemed to notice something was wrong, because she leaned over and whispered something into her friend’s ear (Maya assumed she was asking Tatiana if she was okay). The girl nodded, but apparently Chrissy wasn’t convinced because she leaned over and whispered into Amy’s ear, and the latter frowned. Just then, Mr. Edmonds noticed the whispering that was going on between them and stopped his rambling. “Girls? Is there something that you’d like to share with us?” the man asked sternly. Everyone turned to look at the three girls, and Maya thought that Tatiana’s reaction was uncannily similar to her own whenever she inadvertently got people’s attention—the normally cool and confident blonde now looked tense, flushed, and overwhelmed. She now had to force herself to look more presentable, which was difficult given her current predicament. Fortunately for her, Chrissy quickly spoke up.  “N-no. We’re sorry, Mr. Edmonds.” The teacher gave a curt nod, satisfied. “Thank you. Now then, as I was saying…” He continued rambling for a few more minutes. Finally, he finished talking and let the students get to work. Tatiana immediately got up, although that seemed to put added strain on her bladder after sitting for so long, and she had to pause for a second to press her legs together.  “You guys go find a computer,” she said to Amy and Chrissy. “I’m just going to ask Mr. Edmonds something.” The two girls nodded and wandered off.  Tatiana quickly started heading towards Mr. Edmonds, who was sitting in a small office, but unfortunately for her, another student beat her to the punch, and it seemed like he had a very complicated question, because soon the teacher launched into a long and elaborate explanation (which only got longer every time the boy asked follow-up questions). Tatiana groaned, waiting impatiently for her turn to talk to the teacher. It was getting harder and harder for her to stand still. Her legs were crossed, and she was rocking back and forth ever so slightly, her knees jiggly and her hands twitchy. At one point she even gasped, bent over, and buried both hands in her crotch for a split second, apparently attacked by a sudden spasm, but then immediately removed them as soon as she noticed what she was doing.  “She’s really gotta go,” Kyle remarked, amused.  Maya smiled, thinking of the last time Tatiana had wet herself. She remembered it very well, even though she had only been five years old at the time. Unfortunately, she and Tatiana went a long ways back, all the way back to kindergarten. Even back then, Tatiana was a total bitch, destroying Maya’s sandcastles every time she tried to play in the sandbox, pushing Maya off the swing even though it wasn’t her turn, hogging all the good crayons and refusing to share. And then there was that day when she’d wet her panties in front of the whole class. Tatiana and Maya had drunk too much juice during snacktime and both girls were bursting for the toilet, but Maya had made it to the bathroom first. While she was in there relieving herself, she could hear Tatiana yelling and pounding at the door, but by the time she came out, the girl’s legs were soaked in pee, and a great yellow puddle had spread under her feet. Tatiana had glared at Maya with tears in her eyes. “I hate you,” she’d hissed. Ever since then, they’d been sworn enemies. Of course, that was years ago, and everyone had forgotten about that incident by now. But this time, they would remember for a very long time. It was one thing to have an accident in kindergarten. It was quite another to have one as a high school student.  Finally, Mr. Edmunds was done with the other student, and Tatiana immediately began talking to him. They couldn’t hear what she was saying from where they were, but they could tell she was speaking very rapidly and restlessly. Mr. Edmonds’s curious expression quickly grew serious as he listened to Tatiana’s words. Frowning, he shook his head firmly. Tatiana looked crestfallen. She pleaded with him, pouting and batting her eyelashes in an attempt to exploit her good looks, but he just kept on shaking his head and giving whatever reasons that he had to deny her obvious request. Finally, Tatiana gave up and sulkily walked back to her two friends, who were sitting at one of the computers.  “What did I tell you?” Kyle said to Maya. “No bathroom breaks with this guy. Ever.” Maya giggled. She thanked Mr. Edmonds for being an unknowing assistant in their little scheme. She felt absolutely giddy; Tatiana, the perfect stuck-up princess that she’d always been, was now stuck in a horrible, awkward, embarrassing, and very vulnerable situation. Her only choice now was to wait for class to end so she could go relieve herself, but it was still a long time left before dismissal, almost an hour, and for Tatiana’s poor bladder, time was precious.  The desperate girl sat down at the computer chair, but she couldn’t hide the pain on her face. Her trembling legs were crossed to the ankles, and her entire face was now soaked with sweat.  “Dude, are you okay?” Chrissy asked. “You seem a little … off.” This time Tatiana confessed the truth. “No. I really, really have to pee.” Her voice broke at the end of her sentence, and she sounded close to tears.  Amy gasped. “You should go then! It’s not good to hold it in.”  Tatiana glared at the girl, though her anger was significantly watered down thanks to all the energy she was using to hold her pee. “God, I know that, Amy! What do you think I just talked to our asshole teacher for? Ugh, you’re so slow.”  “So he didn’t let you go?” asked Chrissy. Tatiana shook her head, tears filling her eyes. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t … I don’t know if I can hold it.” Tatiana couldn’t stop squirming. Her legs were practically twisting around each other with how much she was crossing them, and Maya thought she looked like a contortionist. As the minutes ticked by, Tatiana’s face began to turn all sorts of colours, and her moans kept getting louder as the pressure in her throbbing bladder became unbearable. Her normally flat stomach was noticeably poking out from the waistband of her leggings, pulsing from the substantial volume of liquid hoarded inside. Suddenly, Tatiana gasped and looked down at her crotch.  “Oh my God!” she squealed. Her face burned bright red, and she jammed both hands into her crotch. The girl had obviously leaked. The powerful diuretics had made Tatiana’s bladder fill up at least twice as fast, and now it was at a point where it could no longer keep all that urine in, and had to start releasing it. It was only a matter of time now before it collapsed completely.  “She’s losing it,” Kyle whispered.  “Guys,” Tatiana whimpered, completely deprived of all self-consciousness. “It’s… it’s happening. I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore. I’m going to pee my pants.”  “Hey, hey, don’t worry girl, class is almost over,” Chrissy reassured her.  “You can do it, Tatiana!” Amy cheered her on.  “Why is this happening to me?!” Tatiana cried, by now a complete blubbering mess. Maya couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Tatiana was such a drama queen. If Maya was in that situation, she would at least try to be quiet about it, and not make such a spectacle of herself. Not that she was complaining, since she enjoyed watching Tatiana’s desperate antics. Even if she somehow didn’t wet herself (after all, no plan is foolproof), just watching her squirm and suffer like that was almost as good.  “Oh, oh! God, it hurts so bad.” Tatiana bent over, clutching her stomach in agony and letting out soft shuddering breaths. By now several people were staring at her, having noticed her acute state of distress. It was all too much for the girl to bear. She began quietly weeping, while all Chrissy and Amy could do was offer weak support.  Maya had never, ever seen Tatiana this upset before. True, there was that one time clumsy Amy had accidentally dropped her phone and shattered the screen, but she’d gotten over that relatively quickly. She was now completely distraught, to the point where she almost seemed like a different person. It was fascinating how something as simple as a full bladder could reduce her to such a feeble and infantile state of regression, Maya thought. It looked like they had found the girl’s kryptonite after all!  “How much longer do you think before she breaks?” she asked Kyle. “Shouldn’t be long now,” the boy responded. “She’s getting pretty close. I mean, she’s already wetting herself.”  It was true. It was hard to see from where they were, but if they peered at just the right angle, they could make out a small wet spot in between Tatiana’s legs. Slowly but surely, her bladder was giving up.  “Eep!” Tatiana shrieked as a stream went down her leg. It had miraculously managed to leave only a small and almost unnoticeable mark on her leggings, but there were now a few visible yellow drops sliding down her smooth leg. “Fuck, fuck! I have to go so bad! I can’t wait anymore!” Fortunately for her, at that moment, the final bell rang, and students started packing up their stuff to go home for the day.  Immediately Tatiana rose from her seat and made a beeline for the library doors, followed by Chrissy and Amy. Unfortunately for Tatiana, she wasn’t the only one who was eager to get out of there. Hoards of students were crowded at the doors, trying to get through. Tatiana groaned, so desperate she couldn’t stand still. Although it wouldn’t take too long for the exit to clear, Tatiana’s overstretched bladder really wasn’t in the mood for waiting. It had to be emptied now.  At last, the students dispersed out the doors, and Tatiana rushed out to the hallway, Maya and Kyle tailing behind. Now came the most exciting part: the climax! Tatiana was so close. So close to the bathroom where she could finally get her sublime relief, and so close to losing total control of her bladder once and for all. The question was, which one was she closer to?  “Oh God, oh God,” Tatiana whispered, sweat streaking her face as she staggered towards the washroom. She was hunched over, both fists rammed into her crotch, and she walked in the tiniest yet nimblest baby steps Maya had ever seen. Tatiana’s eyes were focused solely on her crotch, presumably to make sure she wasn’t visibly leaking. Chrissy and Amy tagged along beside the bursting girl, trying to conceal her desperation from the people wandering the halls, although that concern had long fled the girl’s mind. Now she was concentrating all her efforts into overcoming that last stretch, the journey to the girls’ washroom, where she would at last get her much, much needed relief. Even then, Maya and Kyle could see that she was absolutely at the end of her rope. Her incredibly full bladder was too overwhelmed by all the urine it was being forced to contain, and Maya could see small dark splotches soaking through the back of Tatiana’s leggings. If she didn’t get to a bathroom in the next thirty seconds or so, she was done for.  “Look Tatiana, we’re almost there!” Chrissy cried.  Tatiana looked up, and her eyes lit up like fireworks. Sure enough, there was the girls’ washroom, her salvation, just a few feet away. She could see a few girls slipping into the washroom, who probably weren’t half as desperate as she was, but she still felt an overpoweringly intense envy toward them, for being at the one place she needed more than anything in the world at that moment, but still hadn’t quite reached yet. Alas, she had made a fatal mistake by looking at the washroom. Immediately, her tense body loosened up just a tiny bit, but it was enough for her tense bladder muscles to relax and finally put Tatiana out of her misery, albeit not exactly in the ideal moment.  “No!” Tatiana gasped as she began to feel herself losing control. A warm torrent of pee started flooding through the crotch of her leggings, creating a glimmering dark patch in between her legs. The girl clenched her knees and squeezed her crotch even harder, both to try and stop the flood, and so nobody would notice that she had wet herself. Unfortunately, both of these efforts were futile. Pee leaked through her fingers, gushing rapidly down her legs and splashing onto the floor. To make matters even worse, Chrissy and Amy immediately noticed what was happening.  Amy gasped. “Tatiana! Are you peeing yourself?”  Unfortunately, she announced this a bit too loudly, and everyone immediately in the hallway froze, hushing their conversations and turning to look at the completely mortified Tatiana, who was now peeing uncontrollably through her gray leggings. With a loud hissing, torrents of pee flowed down her leggings and trailed down her legs, accumulating into a rapidly growing puddle underneath the girl's feet.  Ecstatic, Maya quickly pulled out her phone and began to videotape Tatiana’s disastrous accident. It would be a crime not to record this, she thought. Heck, she would probably rewatch the video every single day. And she wasn’t the only one. Several students, after recovering from the initial shock of witnessing a high school student wetting herself, began to snicker, whisper, jeer, and snap pictures, guaranteed to be all over Facebook and other social media sites within the next few hours. Chrissy and Amy looked somewhat embarrassed and uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to the unspeakable shame and horror that filled every inch of Tatiana’s body as she experienced the most humiliating moment of her life.  Her bladder continued releasing into her leggings, which were now almost entirely drenched from front to back. Pee soaked through her backside, turning the thin material transparent enough so that Maya could faintly make out the girl’s royal blue panties, which elicited a few whistles. Tatiana was too mortified to even care about that by this point; she stood there, speechless as she kept helplessly releasing more and more pee into her leggings. By now a whole crowd of people had gathered around the girl, completely captivated by what was happening to her; Maryland Secondary was a fairly big school, but it was pretty tame in terms of big events, so for something this memorable and amazing to happen, naturally people were going to be drawn to it. Maya saw something then, something that she would always remember. Looking into Tatiana’s tear-filled eyes, she saw a vulnerability there that she had never seen before. She wasn’t just upset. She looked downright scared. It was at that moment that Maya knew she had finally gained the upper hand; no more would Tatiana get to enjoy abusing and humiliating others without consequences. Now the tables had been turned.  Game over, Tatiana.  Finally, after what probably felt like the longest two minutes of Tatiana’s life, it was over. And yet, her humiliation had only just begun. Tatiana, the prettiest, most admired, and most envied girl in the school, had just suffered a major fall from grace that would be very difficult to recover from. Her image had been permanently stained like her piss-soaked leggings, and this day would haunt her for a very long time, possibly for the rest of her life. But for Maya, this was the most satisfying moment she had ever experienced. After all that torment, all those years of misery, she had finally put that bitch in her place. She almost felt like dancing; she was on top of the world.  Then, in the midst of that surreal moment, Kyle shocked Maya by walking right up to the dripping Tatiana and staring her right in the eye with a serious look on his face. “Sorry sweetie,” he said. “I don’t date little girls. We’re through.”  Students burst into laughter. Maya gasped and stared at Kyle incredulously, and he smirked at her.  It was too much for Tatiana. In tears, the girl ran and disappeared into the girls’ washroom, leaving an enormous puddle behind, while Chrissy and Amy ran after their friend trying vainly to comfort her.  The other students then began to disperse, and Maya and Kyle headed towards the school doors.  “Oh my God, that was epic!” Maya remarked. “What you said to Tatiana. How’d you come up with that?”  Kyle shrugged, smiling. “Just a spur of the moment thing. Had to break up with her eventually.”  “Well, it was brilliant. Kudos.”  Kyle grinned. “We did it.” “We did it,” Maya said, smiling back. They high-fived. “We’re horrible people, aren’t we?” Kyle smirked. “I mean, we did just basically ruin someone’s life. Or at least her social life.”  Maya sighed. “Well…” She thought about how distraught Tatiana had looked, with her soiled leggings, the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Then she thought about the egg batter dripping down her face, Tatiana cackling mercilessly as she tipped the bucket over her head. She shook her head. “She deserved it. If anything we were too gentle on her. I do feel bad for the janitor, though.”  Kyle laughed. “Right! Someone’s gonna have to clean up that mess. Poor guy.”  Maya looked down at the ground. “Um, thanks for, you know, helping me,” she said quietly.  “My pleasure,” Kyle said. “It was fun. I’m glad I met you, Maya.” Maya stopped, caught off-track by that last statement. It was an unusual thing for someone to say, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Yet at the same time, she felt flattered, happy. “Me too,” she finally said.  “Wanna grab a smoothie?” Kyle asked.  Maya nodded. “I would love that.” Kyle smiled.  Suddenly, Maya felt something soft against her palm. She looked down and discovered that Kyle had interlocked their fingers. She looked up at him, surprised. For a second, there was the usual jarring feeling that occurred every time their hands accidentally touched. Only this time, they didn’t let go right away. After getting past the initial awkwardness, Maya discovered that holding hands with Kyle actually felt … nice. Smiling, they walked hand-in-hand out the school doors, and into the warm afternoon sun.
Hello everyone!!  I juts find this amazing work and i share it!  Enjoy it. I don't write this. I only share it.  As a demon, Sesshoumaru did not have the many weaknesses of humanity. He only required rest every few months, he only needed sustenance once a year, and the act of relieving himself could often be put off for far longer, since thirst was a foreign concept to him.It may surprise you to know this, but the Prince of the Western Lands has never relieved himself the wilderness, despite his near constant traveling. Such an act would be shameful to his upbringing, and therefore whenever he felt an urge he could not ignore, he made his way back to his palace, no matter the distance. Not once had he ever let his needs take priority over more important tasks; he would simply change course to his palace if he was able. If not he held it.He was a full-blooded demon lord, after all. He would never let such a thing as a need to urinate dictate his actions.Lord Sesshoumaru had been feeling a clear urge for the past week now, however Naraku's scent had been unusually strong as of late, and as he followed it, it became apparent that the evidence of the vile half-demon's presence would not simply disappear like usual. Therefore, tracking the scum who had dared touch what was his (Rin) and make the preposterous assumption that he could absorb this Sesshoumaru was made top priority.Now, much can be said about Rin. She's exuberant, energetic, and quite the talkative child. Little known to most though, she was very observant.Rin always kept close watch on her lord, because she idolized him for his strength and general perfection, but most of all his gait. Her lord walked with such a confidence that she could only dream of having.Young Rin was very, very confused when one day she saw an abnormality in Sesshoumaru-sama's stride. The dog-demon lord had twisted his left leg inward slightly before continuing on as he normally would. She wouldn't have even noticed it if a butterfly that she'd been fascinated with hadn't briefly fluttered around his ankles.And this was only the beginning.The next day Lord Sesshoumaru had permitted them to pause for a short rest so that Rin could search for some food. She had walked up to her lord with the intent of asking him to point her in the right direction of where berries might be located, only to be caught mystified.Her lord, who had perhaps not noticed her, was subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. This would be a sign of anxiousness in anyone else, but since Sesshoumaru never got anxious, she could not comprehend his reasoning."Lord Sesshoumaru?" She called unsurely.The shifting stopped abruptly, though she did notice him clench his fist for a moment. "What is it, Rin?" He asked her, nothing in his deadpanned tone suggesting that there was anything out of the ordinary going on with him."Would my lord please point out the direction of where Rin may find some berries?" She requested with a sweet smile, figuring that she was just being paranoid and that her lord was perfectly fine.Sesshoumaru arched his head toward where the scent of fruit wafted through his nose, and Rin got the hint. She started to skip away, almost disappearing from sight before she realized she had neglected to thank her lord for his assistance. She turned back around with the intent of doing just that, but the words never made it out of her mouth.Sesshoumaru had resumed his shifting, only more fervently this time. Where before he had been just shifting his weight, now he actually lifted his foot off the ground a whole inch and placed it back down before quickly copying the action with his other.Something was definitely wrong with her lord.Rin resumed her task of berry finding, not wanting to be caught watching something Sesshoumaru-sama clearly didn't want her to witness. She hoped he wasn't ill, and resolved to watch him even more closely from now on.Nothing eventful had gone on for the rest of that day. Lord Sesshoumaru did not act at all out of character while they were walking, and when night came upon them Rin was far too tired to stay up and observe her lord.It was the next night that Rin came to a stunning insight about her Sesshoumaru-sama.Aside from the first day when she became aware that Lord Sesshoumaru was acting strangely, Rin had never seen him display this strangeness while walking. It was when he was standing still that it was glaringly obvious –at least to her since Jaken didn't seem to notice a thing- that something was not right.The sky had darkened so they were stopping for the night. Rin lounged against Ah-Un next to the slumbering Jaken as she feigned sleep. She knew how sharp her lord's senses were, so she had perfected the art of slowing her breathing as well as her heartbeat in order to fool him.She watched with half-lidded eyes as Sesshoumaru paced around the camp, his mouth set in a deep frown as opposed to the blank expression he usually wore. He would pause occasionally for a few seconds, then start to shift from foot to foot. Then he would start up with his pacing again.The word anxious crossed her mind once more, but this time she immediately ruled it out. She decided to approach this situation as if Sesshoumaru wasn't the almighty perfect being that he was, and pretend he was a normal individual.Rin giggled mentally. If that were the case, she would just think that Sesshoumaru-sama had to pee really bad.Her thoughts froze in their tracks.Was it… possible? Logically, she knew all living creatures urinated, demons included. Still, it never crossed her mind that her lord might have this same natural bodily function.If her lord did have to pee, then that would mean he'd been holding it in for days, since she only noticed his odd movements about three days earlier. She supposed it made sense. She knew Jaken only went every other day, and Ah-Un once a week. Since Sesshoumaru was so great, she bet he could hold it for months if he wanted!So… for him to have to go so badly it had to have been quite a while since he'd last gone. If her guess was right, she wondered why he didn't just go in the forest.She continued to monitor her lord as his pacing became more insistent until he was virtually marching back and forth across the camp, bending the tiniest bit at the waist.After an hour of this, Rin began to feel herself falling asleep. Her last thought before she slipped into the realm of dreams was that she had to find a way to assist her lord with his problem.The next morning the group was attacked by a very low level demon. Sesshoumaru had no issue in dispatching it easily, however it was decided that the stop would be utilized as a quick break for Rin, Jaken, and Ah-Un to rest their legs.Jaken had busied himself by practicing with his staff, paying no mind to anything going on with the rest of his company as he tried to perfect what little skill he had with the gifted weapon. He did not want to disappoint his lord by making a mockery of his trust to be useful.Ah-Un lay down on the soft grass to relax, while Rin climbed on top of him, petting the two heads affectionately while at the same time gazing at her lord out of the corner of her eye.If she'd had any doubt in her theory before, Rin was now positive that Sesshoumaru-sama was in desperate need of relief.Forced to stand in one place so as not to bring attention to himself, Sesshoumaru's shifting had now escalated to a bit of dancing. He had lifted his right knee and then quickly let it drop to the ground; he did the same with his left, alternating and probably unknowingly swaying from side to side. His expression was not quite a grimace, but his eyebrows were furrowed and his frown had deepened.Rin's eyebrows shot up and disappeared into her hairline when Sesshoumaru placed both feet on the ground and gave a little hop with his eyes shut tightly, then returned to his milder dancing.Had she really just witnessed it? Rin could not believe her eyes. Oh, her poor lord had to be in agony. Why didn't he just go relieve himself? If it was privacy he wanted there was an entire wooded area behind him.Then Rin had a thought, and decided to test it. Sliding off of Ah-Un, she ambled up to her squirming lord, going unnoticed with his focus so centered on his dilemma. "Are you well, my lord?" She asked softly.The dancing immediately stopped, just as she figured it would. Only this time, Sesshoumaru could not last more than ten seconds being completely immobile before he had to tap his left foot continuously on the ground just to keep the rest of his body still. Rin pretended not to notice, though she saw the tiniest bit of pink seep into her lord's cheeks when it became obvious his control was slipping. She was correct then; her lord was embarrassed.He did not answer right away (not that he usually did, but it was still more hesitant than one of his usual responses). "I am fine, Rin," was all he said. As if to prove this his forced his leg to stop moving and stood perfectly still for several seconds, until he had to rock backwards on his heels and clench his fist at his side.Rin was unsure how to rectify her Lord's situation. If he was simply embarrassed about them knowing he had to go, why not sneak off when they were all sleeping? It's not as if they would be left without protection since he didn't have to go very far. Plus, Ah-Un's senses were keen and the two-headed dragon would protect her and Jaken if their lord was unable to do so.She left her lord alone at this point, busying herself with picking flowers and giving him the freedom to squirm and dance as much as he wished.When night fell, Rin began to think that her lord was just being ridiculous, something she never would've dared thought in the past.Sesshoumaru-sama was now hopping desperately from foot to foot, completely unbidden now that he believed all his charges to be asleep. He paced, he stomped, he squirmed, and he bounced. He had yet to reach down and actually hold himself, but judging by how frenzied his movements had become she thought it wouldn't be long now.Ah-Un shifted as he awoke from the feeling of the ground beneath him vibrating from all the motion. Rin could not feel it since she was human, and Jaken could not feel it because his senses weren't as sharp as the dragon's, which was why the toad remained asleep.It became apparent to Rin that pretending to sleep was no longer necessary. Sesshoumaru was too frantic to notice someone in his camp had woken up and was now staring at him in amusement, so Rin allowed herself to sit up a little and pet the dragon.Ah-Un gave a very low growl of pleasure, which went unnoticed by their lord. Figuring that it was probably okay to speak as well as long as she whispered, Rin directed a question to the dragon she was leaning against."Ah-Un, has this happened to Lord Sesshoumaru before?" The dragon would know, as he'd been with their lord since before herself or even Jaken.Ah-Un nodded, letting out what was probably a quiet chuckle, but sounded more like a gruff exhale of breath to her ears. Surprised at this information, Rin glanced back at her lord, then looked wide-eyed at the dragon."Often?" She squeaked, and received another nod of confirmation. "So how does he fix it?"Since the only one who could understand the dragon's actual speech was Sesshoumaru, Rin had to make guesses at what the dragon was trying to tell her.Ah-Un was a very intelligent being, not to mention quite the artist. With one of his claws he drew a cartoonish looking castle in the dirt as his answer. Rin studied it uncomprehendingly, before venturing a guess. "He goes back to the palace?" Another nod, and Rin couldn't resist the urge to touch forehead to her palm and shake her head at her lord's immaturity.Embarrassed as he may have been, Rin now knew the real problem. Sesshoumaru was the Lord of the Western Lands, and having been brought up by noble standards the dog-demon probably thought it uncouth to relieve himself in the wilderness like the rest of them did without a problem.Curiosity piqued, Rin asked another question, "How much longer will he be able to hold it?" She asked this because looking at him now, holding tightly to the trunk of a tree with his only hand and jumping up and down with his legs tightly clenched together while grinding his teeth audibly (the sight was actually a little funny, but she would feel bad if she laughed at him) she didn't think it could be too much longer.Ah-Un drew a single line in the dirt, and Rin immediately knew what that meant. "One?" She asked for confirmation, which she received. "One week?" Shaking heads. "One day?" Nodding.Rin chewed her lip worriedly; the palace was probably at least a week and a half's travel away, not to mention the fact that her lord was apparently dead set on tailing Naraku despite his body's needs, so they were going almost in the opposite direction of home."What should we do?" She asked the two-headed dragon, who shook it's heads slowly. "Nothing?" She asked in an incredulous whisper. She got an affirmative response, and when she was about to protest on her lord's behalf, Ah-Un began drawing again.He drew a cartoon version of their lord's head; she could tell it was him because of the pointy ears and the jagged lines on his cheeks that represented his demonic markings. The expression was blank, just like how Sesshoumaru's normally was.Then, he drew their lord again, only this time the expression seemed to show him as being a little …she wanted to say embarrassed, but she had already seen his face when embarrassed and this wasn't quite it.She thought he looked a bit… "Humbled," she said out loud, and Ah-Un nodded eagerly letting her know that was the correct word he'd been trying to convey.So the dragon thought Sesshoumaru-sama could use this as a humbling experience? Well, her lord could be a tad bit uptight sometimes.Rin decided to get some rest, lulled to sleep by the sounds of Lord Sesshoumaru quietly groaning as he hobbled around.The next day, Rin and Ah-Un watched Sesshoumaru like hawks while Jaken remained just as oblivious as ever. Rin didn't know how the retainer hadn't noticed, since the demon lord had resorted to bending forward at the waist and shuffling as he walked.As the day wore on, it was obvious that what Ah-Un said was true. At one point while they were walking their lord had to crouch down and bounce lightly before being able to stand back up. He had glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye to see if anyone had noticed, but Ah-Un had already adjusted his gaze to the ground and Rin acted as if she were looking around, indulging in the beauty of nature.Breaks seemed to be torturous for Sesshoumaru, as he was unable to neither walk around nor stand even the least bit still. He mostly just hopped up in down or did a sort of running in place motion. As Rin predicted, toward the end of one of their breaks Lord Sesshoumaru was forced to hold himself with his hand and kneel down, bouncing on his legs for a few seconds before being able to release himself.Rin felt very sorry for her lord, especially when she went behind some bushes for a bathroom break, but he needed to learn not to be so stubborn.It was time to stop for the evening once again, and this time they were near a hot spring, which meant Rin would take a bath before going to sleep.The spring was out of the immediate view of their camp, so Rin would need to be accompanied to assure her safety. Ah-Un and Jaken were already tuckered out and snoozing away, so that left Sesshoumaru.It wasn't unusual that Sesshoumaru would find some rock to sit on so that he was nearby but giving her privacy by not looking at her while she bathed. However, it seemed that this would be an issue for him tonight.As Rin scrubbed the grime of travel from her body and hair, she secretly watched her lord's struggle with himself. He was doing a new form of movement Rin had never seen before, partly because she hadn't seen him sit down when desperate. He was now fanning his legs in an open and close motion, his eyes shut tightly and cheeks pinker then she'd ever seen them. He was growling to himself very quietly; so quietly she could barely hear the rumbling sounds.His legs suddenly slammed shut and he remained still for a moment, staring down at his lap. Rin feared the worst, but was disproven when he started jiggling his knees up and down.Rin began splashing around in the spring, throwing water above her head and giggling to herself. It wasn't often that she had the chance to take a nice bath rather than washing herself up in a river, so she planned to enjoy it.The splashing earned a glance from Lord Sesshoumaru, who was checking to be sure she wasn't drowning. A shudder passed through him when he looked directly out into the water for the first time, and he began to wriggle more persistently as he turned his head away.Having had her fun in the water, Rin returned to observing her lord as she drifted aimlessly through the spring. She stopped when Sesshoumaru let out a sharp hiss and dug his hand into his crotch, raising his bottom briefly off the rock he had perched on before plopping back down, rocking back and forth and still holding himself.Rin felt terrible for not being able to help her lord, but she knew he had put himself into this situation.After ten minutes of rocking Sesshoumaru-sama hurriedly stood up on the rock, crossing one leg over the other tightly. He stayed this way for a while, then jumped off the rock and began to trek around the pool. Her lord's hakama were bright white in color, so Rin could clearly see the darkened patch on his rear that was probably about the size of his fist when he faced away from her. Sesshoumaru-sama had leaked, it seemed.The growling had deepened, so he was obviously aware of and upset about his loss of control. Rin wondered what was going through her lord's mind, and hoped it was something along the lines of knowing his bladder's limits and not holding it in unnecessarily.Rin was about to get out of the spring when she noticed Sesshoumaru bend forward, squeezing himself tightly and jumping up and down like a child. Rin swam to the edge of the pool closest to where he was, resting her arms in front of her and simply watching him now, no longer caring if he saw her.Her lord switched to hopping from foot to foot while turning around in a circle, groaning and growling. Rin was struck with the want to giggle at seeing her strong Lord Sesshoumaru act so silly.She held back a gasp when a short spray hit the earth until the dog demon managed to clamp it off, doubling his efforts and appearing right on the edge of losing all control. It would be clear to anyone, even the dense Jaken, that he was slowly wetting himself.Rin sighed when the spurts became continuous and Sesshoumaru could no longer stop them no matter how he moved. In the end, her lord finally stood still with his legs slightly apart as what had to be buckets of urine poured out of him like a waterfall and soaked his clothing and boots.It took a few minutes for him to finish, an Rin wondered just how long he'd been holding all of that.From the tips of his ears, across his cheeks, and over the bridge of his nose there was a bright red blush on his face. She thought her lord looked a bit dejected as he stared down at his soiled hakama. When he finally raised his head his eyes widened minutely in shock when he noticed her looking right at him and realized she had witnessed his utter humiliation and disgrace.He averted his gaze to the ground, something she'd never known her lord to do in any situation. His soft growling started up again, but this time Rin thought it had taken on a sad tone rather than one of frustration.Knowing she had to help, Rin climbed out of the pool. She walked around the large puddle until she stood in arms reach of her lord and gently grasped his clawed hand in her small ones. He did not resist when she began leading him back toward the hot spring, only looking up when they entered the water. She offered him a calm smile and kept them going until they had reached the middle of the spring. Sesshoumaru's waist was completely submerged, and Rin had to stand on the tips of her toes in order to keep her head above the surface."See, Lord Sesshoumaru!" She said brightly. "Now no one will know!"Realization quickly dawned on him, and Rin thought she saw a flash of gratitude in his deep golden gaze. He placed his heavy palm on her head and smoothed his fingers through her damp hair, and Rin knew she was being thanked.Feeling playful all of a sudden, Rin dived beneath the water and swam away as quickly as she could. Indulging her, Sesshoumaru went after her; an impromptu game of water-tag was formed.The growling that now reverberated through the spring was one of lighthearted excitement. This work was written by Subakino Yumo
This is my first fanfic everyone! I hope you guys enjoy it! Agnés Oblige sighed. She glanced down at the ropes that bound her to the column and struggled slightly. She sighed again. It was no use. They were far too tight to simply struggle out of.             “Agnés…” Edea Lee groaned from the other side of the pillar. “How the hell did we end up here?! Why do the guys get to do all the fighting?”             “I was thinking the exact same thing… They’re out there fighting just the two of them…” Agnés said quietly to herself. “I hope they don’t get too hurt. I mean, without my white magic, they could be in some serious trouble.”             “Why did you feel the need to confront Khamer one on one? I’m sure you could have easily foreseen this.” Agnés shifted uncomfortably. Something was starting to bother her, but she couldn’t figure out exactly what the problem was. Agnés began to speak, but her voice was small and barely audible. She cleared her throat.             “I felt like… I felt like I needed to see for myself why the king of Ancheim was so against the crystals. I mean, I wanted to tell him that I didn’t know what had caused the wind crystal to go dark. I wanted him to understand that this wasn’t my fault. Before, when darkness first reached the crystal, all he told me was: fix it. I was afraid. And I suppose I was kind of naïve. But I’m sure you understand the feeling. Ancheim thought I was a traitor. It’s the same with you and Eternia. Wouldn’t you want the chance to explain to your father why you defected and joined forces with the wind vestal? His greatest enemy?” Agnés took a break from talking. Even the air in Khamer’s clock castle was dry. Suddenly, she knew what was bothering her. She bit her lip and tried to maneuver her hands to her crotch. It was no use. She had to go.             “I suppose you’re right, Agnés. However, while I would love to march up to my father and have a nice, private, conversation with him, that’s just not how this world works. Without you guys to help me, he’d end up capturing me and taking me to my room or something. I know you wanted to try and reason with Khamer, but he’s mad. You can’t reason with madness. It was reckless of you to just sprint down the staircase. The only reason Tiz and Ringabel aren’t tied up here with us is because they stayed hidden. I followed you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I honestly had no idea Khint was down there lurking in the shadows.” Edea paused, and listened. A loud crack heralded the sound of Ringabel’s thunder magic.               They faintly heard Tiz. “What? You --n’t run---- --is time?” They heard what sounded like a faint reply from Khint, but they couldn’t make out what it was.             “U-uh.” Agnés blushed deeply, realizing that she had moaned out loud. She didn’t understand why she had to go to bathroom so badly. It wasn’t like she drank a bunch of water or anything. Quite the contrary, in fact. Everyone in their little group was severely dehydrated. Agnés prayed that Edea hadn’t heard her moan when…             “Are you okay, Agnés?” Edea said. “Thinking about Tiz or something?” If Agnés’ face was red before, it got even redder at that statement. Edea grinned wickedly. She could practically feel the heat radiating from Agnés. No, wait, that was just the desert. “No, but seriously, what’s wrong?”             “I-I, w-well… I have to go to the bathroom.” Agnés hung her head.             “If it makes you feel any better, when I was younger I used to have problems with holding it. I would wake up in the morning and race to the restroom, but most of the time I ended up wetting myself at the door.” Edea felt slightly nervous about telling Agnés that, because ‘younger’ to her really meant now. It still happened to her all the time.             “I really hope they get done soon…” Agnés whimpered. The pressure in her bladder was immense at this point. She clenched her legs together, hoping that it would be enough to stem the oncoming flood. She closed her eyes and grimaced. It was starting to actually hurt now. She tasted blood. She had bitten her lip so hard it split. “Edea… I’m not going to make it. I can’t hold it any longer.” Edea silently sympathized with the feeling she knew all too well. “U-unacceptable…” Agnés said as a drop of urine escaped. Her panties were wet now. What would it look like if she, the wind vestal, wet herself? She would look like a little girl, a vestaling even. She tried to think positive thoughts. Come on Agnés. You can do this. She squeaked as another drop escaped into her panties. X             Tiz and Ringabel entered the scene triumphantly bearing two new asterisks: Time Mage and Spell Fencer. Tiz used his broadsword to slice the ropes holding Agnés and Edea.             “We’ll be right back.” Edea said, grabbing Agnés’ hand and dashing over to a hallway. “Do you think Khamer labels his restrooms?” she asked playfully. It was then that she realized the magnitude of Agnés’ discomfort. Agnés had stopped walking and doubled over.             “E-edea! Please don’t look at me like this. Turn away at least!” She jammed a hand into her crotch. When she was tied up, Agnés had kept her leaking to a minimum–that is, only drops at a time. She was lucky. “N-no…” she moaned as a spurt escaped. She felt the short hem of the White Mage skirt dampen slightly. She mustered all her strength and put her hand directly onto her panties, dangerously close to her vagina–a place the orthodoxy strictly prohibited her from touching. This is different… she thought to herself. I must place my hand there. Another spurt escaped, but this time, it didn’t quite stop there. Agnés’ eyes widened as a stream of urine leaked over the side of her panties, made its way around her hand, and ran down her leg. Edea gasped.             “Agnés!” was all she could manage to say. Agnés began to run. It was all she could do. Several spurts escaped as ran, but she figured that if could make to a restroom in time to relieve the whole flood, it would be worth it. But there were no restrooms in sight.             “Unacceptable!” Agnés cried as she reached a dead end, with Edea walking up beside her. Tears formed in her eyes as Agnés doubled over one last time. She felt her muscles give out with her own hand. The floodgates opened. Agnés’ light blue panties darkened even more. Her white skirt was, luckily, mostly untouched. Her red knee high socks got even redder, in tandem with her face. Her hand did nothing to stem the flood. Torrents streamed down her legs, eventually forming a puddle at her feet. She stood shaky and crying, her hand still pressed against herself. What will I do? She thought, as her soaked panties continued to drip onto the floor.             “Agnés.” Edea said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” The two girls eventually found a restroom. Agnés used the rough paper to dry herself as best as she could. She removed her panties and disposed of them in a waste bin, along with her socks. She couldn’t have Tiz and Ringabel seeing evidence of her accident! Finally, as the two girls were ready to head out, Agnés caught a draft. Going panty-less was not something she wanted to do at all. What if her very, very, short skirt blew up? They had awakened the wind crystal after all. Edea noticed Agnés’ discomfort.             “Agnés, if you want, you can use my extra pair of underwear…”             “Thank you so much!” She said, snatching the small, pink pair Edea held out to her. As Agnés pulled the tight underwear up (with some difficulty) Edea blushed slightly to herself. At least she didn’t have to tell Agnés why she carried the extra pair around. That would be mortifying!  Next time, we find out why Edea carries the extra pair of panties. We also learn more about her history with almost bedwetting.
I do not own this story, all credit goes to Wet Writer. It's a cool little story I found on Fanfiction.net, enjoy! Sam Puckett was no stranger to detention. She had been forced into staying in for recess or after school since the moment she outgrew time out. At some point she got so used to the experience that she took it for granted. Sit for a while, text her friends, throw little paper balls at unsuspecting victims, take a nap until someone told her to go home. She knew many ways of passing the time. Which is why she was caught off guard one unseasonably hot spring day when she found herself stuck in a situation where no matter what she did to pass the time, the clock couldn't move fast enough. The warm weather lead to the blonde teenager drink several bottles of water during the day, and a combination of not enough time and unsympathetic teachers who had long since stopped taking her word for it had prevented Sam from doing anything to rid her body of the excess liquids. Which is all a long way of saying that by the halfway point in her detention Sam had to go to the bathroom, really, really bad. Sam rarely felt regret for the various misdeeds that landed her in detention, but on this day she wished she could take back the inappropriate drawing of her teacher. Looking at the clock and seeing that she had a half hour to go before her detention would be over forced Sam to swallow her pride and hope that the teacher monitoring the detention room would understand her predicament. Slowly sliding out of her chair and standing up, so as not to upset the control she had on her bladder, she made her way to the front of the class. After getting the teacher's attention she whispered "Can I go to the bathroom?" His reply wasn't totally unexpected, since Sam was well aware of the rules. "No one leaves during detention." Sam had to go pretty bad, but she wasn't yet to the point of begging. She just nodded slightly and made her way back to her seat. Looking back on the events of the day that had gotten her to this point she wondered why she hadn't gone to the restroom between classes. Sure, she would've been late, but at most she would have received a detention, which she wound up getting anyway. She did her best to ignore the signals that her body was sending, taking out her PearPod she made sure the teacher wasn't looking before slipping the bud inside her ear. She hit shuffle and tried to focus on the music that began playing in her ear. At some point she absentmindedly pulled a water bottle out of her bag and drank from it. By the time her body began to protest the additional liquid she had drank half of it. She once again looked at the clock, fifteen minutes to go. Her need to empty herself was much more urgent now. She briefly considered asking again if she could go, but she knew what the answer would be. She chose to spare herself the embarrassment of being denied again, since chances are the teacher would add a lecture to his denial this time. She crossed her legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure. It helped a little, but not enough to make her remaining time in captivity pass any faster. Five more minutes ticked off the clock. Her situation was growing worse by the second. She had no choice but to ask again for permission to visit the bathroom. She hobbled up to the front of the class awkwardly, her odd movements attracting the attention of the older man behind the desk. "Yes?" He questioned, in a tone that let Sam know that he wasn't in a pleasant mood. "Can I please go to the bathroom? I really have to go." Her pleading expression spelled out her urgent need. The teacher glanced at the clock "There are only ten minutes left, surely a young lady your age can hold it for ten more minutes." Sam sighed in frustration, her desire to maintain her reputation as a tough person winning out over her biological needs, she once again made her way back to her desk. The next ten minutes passed by agonizingly slowly. When she was finally released from detention she made a mad dash for the ladies room, only to find it locked. The janitor was inside cleaning it. Weighing her options she decided to begin her walk home, hoping that she would make it into the privacy of her own bathroom before she was forced to come up with plan B. Unfortunately for Sam, walking only made her need worse. With each step the pressure inside her grew. Before long she knew that her hope of making it all the way home without having an accident like a little kid wasn't realistic. She began looking around for an alternative. A bush, a deserted alley, anything. That's when she spotted him. Her dorky frenemy and the tech producer of the webshow she co-hosted with her best friend Carly. "Freddie!" She called out. Looking in her direction, he quickly sprinted over "Hey Puckett, what's up?" His face was friendlier than one would expect when greeting the girl who made a hobby out of making his life difficult. Sam tried to look as cool as possible while explaining her situation. Looking like a dork with no bladder control was not an option in front of Freddie. "I got stuck in detention and I haven't had a chance to go to the bathroom since lunch." Freddie couldn't help but smirk. If he wanted to be mean he could have a lot of fun with his tormenter's current vulnerability. As if reading his mind, Sam quickly backtracked on her plan to ask him for help. "Never mind, I'll figure it out." She snapped. Freddie's expression changed to one of sympathy. As much as Sam bugged him, he never like sinking to her level. "I'll help. What do you want me to do?" Sam sighed, knowing that turning down his offer wouldn't be wise. "Stand guard while I go behind those bushes." She pointed in the direction of a semi-private area that would have to work as a makeshift bathroom. Freddie nodded, following her over. "Don't look, nub." She scolded. After positioning Freddie in a way that she was sure blocked passers-by from getting a peek at her with her pants down, and giving Freddie one last warning not to look, Sam got down to business. With his back turned Freddie couldn't see what Sam was doing, but he could hear everything. First he heard rustling as she pulled her pants down, then a sigh as she lowered herself into the proper squatting position and tried to relax. After a few seconds of awkward silence the air was filled with hissing and splashing sounds. The teenage boy couldn't help but paint a picture in his mind of what was happening only a couple of feet behind him. His curiosity was piqued even further when he heard Sam moan in relief "Oh thank god." She exclaimed, just above a whisper. "I've never had to pee so bad in my life." Freddie swallowed, and fought the urge to turn around. The combination of his friend's words and the sounds of her rapidly emptying bladder were having an unexpected affect on him. He was broken out of his train of thought by her voice. "You can turn around now, dork." Freddie complied with her direction without thinking of the consequences of his previous thoughts. Sam's eyes quickly darted downward, an amused look spreading across her face. "Enjoy the show, Fredward?" She questioned, nodding toward the rather sizable bulge in his jeans. Freddie blushed and tried to cover himself quickly, earning giggles from his companion. "I'll make you a deal, Frederly." She began with a tone of amusement in her voice. "You don't tell anyone I had to pee outside, and I won't tell anyone you liked listening to it."
Hello! I have visited this site for a while now, and have tried to sign up to it many times. Finally, after 2 emails, 6 attempts, 2 contact messages and 3-ish frustrating weeks, BEHOLD! Here I am. Now let's get on with the omorashi, what we're here for, of course! This is a fanfic of Kyoya and Haruhi from Ouran High School Host Club. I may write more with it flipped, maybe not. Read this one first, and we'll see!    Rubbing his eyes, Kyoya slowly stretched upwards from his uncomfortably slumped position on the wooden bench in the commoners' marketplace. As he did so, he wondered how he came to be here at this time, since as far as he knew, he had been sleeping, not in this unfamiliar place, but, quite heavily to say the least, in his own bed.    He adjusted his glasses warily. Kyoya twisted around to read the sign behind his head, and the shift harshly jolted his bladder, sloshing its contents. Surprised, he quickly twisted back around. Of course, he thought. His predicament stirred a memory out of the haze of this unclear morning. Tamaki had dragged him here, Kyoya was sure of it, undoubtedly to spy on Haruhi the host club's own beloved commoner. Along with the rest of the club, Tamaki had forced Kyoya from his sleeping state early and led him here. This was a bad idea. Kyoya was most definitely not a morning person, even after downing two cups of coffee to at least get him to this bench, where Tamaki absent-mindedly dumped him when dragging Kyoya along wore him down.    Exasperated, Kyoya reached into his pocket for his phone to call for a ride, only to discover that he hadn't brought it along. A twinge of panic made him all the more aware of just how desperate the situation was. He stood up to ease the pressure on his aching bladder. He had last relieved himself early in the evening the night before, and then calculated the profits of the photo books the host club sold that month.     However, he became so engrossed in his work that he exhausted himself to the point of barely having the energy to trudge to bed, let alone use his toilet, though he did drink a latte and a few bottles of water and needed to go.    Kyoya drummed his fingers on his leg, and scoured the area for the nearest restroom. Coincidentally here as well, Haruhi tapped him on the shoulder, startling him, and small drop leaked. Kyoya blushed, though the drop wasn't at all visible. Haruhi looked at him quizzically.    "Hey," she said nonchalantly, "Didn't expect to run into you here, Kyoya Senpai."    Immediately regaining his composure, except with firmly clenched thighs, Kyoya smiled coolly at her, even though a sense of dread surged through him. Unfortunately, Haruhi's presence complicated the matter. Kyoya, the tall, dark, and bladder shy, was getting anxious. But Kyoya was a guy with a reputation to withhold. And if his father heard anything about a wetting in public, let alone in a commoners' marketplace, all hell would break loose upon him.    "H-Haruhi. Here shopping, I presume?" Kyoya asked. "Just checking out the sales, I guess. Supposed to be a big event today," Haruhi replied.     Kyoya shifted his legs uncomfortably, noticing how many people were filing through the marketplace. In this crowded place, even if he did manage to admit to Haruhi he had to go, the lines to the restrooms would definitely be lengthy.    Kyoya silently panicked, and although he thought he thought he was hiding it quite well, Haruhi had a knack for observation. She quickly recognized what was going on, and debated whether or not to casually point it out.   Kyoya, on the other hand, was dying for a piss as casually as possible. His hands inched closer to his crotch as he attempted to engage in conversation.    "S-So..." was literally as far as he got. The pressure just became too great to bear.    "Uhh-nh," he mumbled incoherently, then grabbed his crotch tightly.   "Ooh..." the slight ease in the muscles of his groin from the help of his hands made Kyoya let out an involuntary groan. Now it was Haruhi's turn to panic, with Kyoya a bit preoccupied with embarrassment and, primarily, the flood swelling inside him he tries so hard to contain.    "I didn't realize it was this bad," she remarked to the wincing and full-on potty dancing Kyoya with sympathy.    There were no obvious options for a solution. "Umm..." Haruhi stuttered.   "Ohhh...uhh...nh," muttered Kyoya as a dark patch slowly grew on his khakis.    People began to stare. Leaking more and more, until the drips became spurts of pee, Kyoya angrily fought to hold on, but it was no use.    "No...no no no no no please no..." Kyoya begged in agony. He couldn't give up now, but the pain was so overwhelming... He unwillingly gave way to the flowing river of piss streaming from his crotch, soaking his underwear and trickling down his legs.    "Ahhhhh...ohhh..." Kyoya moaned in a mixture of relief and shame. A puddle formed on the ground below him. Haruhi blushed intensely at the sight, and promptly turned away, for Kyoya's sake.   After the river had its full transformation to a lake, and the gushing slowed to a leak, and then, at last, a drip, Kyoya and Haruhi accidentally made eye contact, both in complete disbelief.   Haruhi finally spoke. "Come on now. Let's get you some new pants."   Kyoya mentally took 5,000 yen off her debt. As well as the price of some khakis.
Subaki was perfect. At least, as much as any one person could be. In combat, he was unsurpassed. As a Pegasus Knight, he was undeniably the most skilled. He maintained a spotless appearance, and had encyclopaedic knowledge on nearly anything that could be of use. As such, he was a valuable member of the Hoshidan military, and often found himself in key positions. No matter what he was assigned, he completed it, and he completed it perfectly. But he was beginning to think today's mission might break his perfect streak. He was tasked with scouting a Nohrian outpost using the speed and mobility that only a pegasus could achieve. While the army had several pegasus knights they could send, Subaki's stellar record made him the obvious choice. Corrin believed the Norhian army was staging troop there for a massive attack against Hoshido, and wanted to confirm her suspicions without raising an alarm in the Nohrian camp. Subaki could scout quickly, likely without being seen, and return with news before the Norhians even suspected they had been spotted. From the beginning, everything had gone according to plan. He had saddled up his pegasus, and embarked from the Hoshidan camp, even more quickly than his usual deployment. After all, Lady Corrin had chosen him especially for this mission, and the information he gathered would be urgent in mounting a defense or counter-attack. It was not until he had flown half of the way to the suspected location of the Norhian camp that he felt the pressure in his abdomen. He cursed himself quietly. In his haste, he had skipped a step of his preparation; making sure he relieved himself to avoid this very situation. Though was it truly because of his haste? He remembered thinking that he should take the time to relieve himself, but felt no need. After all, someone as perfect as he could easily control their bladder for one scouting trip, could they not? Even now, as he felt his bladder filling and the need for relief increasing with each flap of his pegasus' wings, he knew he could withstand it. He was the great Subaki, perfect on and off the battlefield, and there was no way he would let such a minor inconvenience interfere with fulfilling his duty. Besides, there was nothing he could do but press on for now. He was deep within enemy territory by this point, and stopping just to relieve himself would be much too dangerous. Regardless of how badly he needed relief, he would simply have to perservere. ~X~ Yet, the idea became more and more tempting as his flight continued. Though he dressed warmly, the altitude he had to maintain to keep the risk of detection low was quite cold, and Subaki found that the cold air did nothing to help his situation. Judging from landmarks and the maps he had studied, he had to be close to where the encampment should be located, and it would now be a matter of finding the outpost, assessing their strength, and working up a rough estimate of their exact position.  Even an experienced scout found that the process could take an hour, perhaps two, especially when trying to avoid even the slightest chance of detection. So Subaki was confident he would be done in around half an hour. Even knowing his prowess would allow him to be finished in no time at all, he began to wonder if it would be enough. After all, the slight pressure had built to full on discomfort, as his bladder had grown fuller and fuller as the flight continued.  Of course, that was a foolish doubt. He would never succomb to such weakness, being as skilled and determined as he was. Regardless of how badly he needed to piss, Subaki knew that he had absolute control over it. Sure, it might be uncomfortable, it might even begin to grow painful as he resisted his need, but he could handle it. There was nothing he could not handle, and his confidence was only boosted when he found the enemy encampment after only a few short moments. He smiled to himself, as he flew in close enough to observe their numbers. As soon as he had a rough count, and saw the strength of their arms, his smile faded. The enemy had a formidable force built up, and it seemed they were nearly ready to begin their march. Though his bladder already offered a fantastic incentive for speed, he now felt a new sense of urgency. He had to return as soon as possible, and warn Lady Corrin before he did anything else. Quickly, he sighted and memorized enough of the land to point out the location of the camp, and turned his pegasus back towards his own camp.  His pegasus seemed to pick up on his urgency, either sensing his need for relief, or feeling some of the panic seeing the enemy camp had instilled, as it flew with astounding speed. Yet this breakneck speed caused the Pegasus Knight to be jostled more than he would like as he rode. Though he grew nearer to the relief that awaited him with each passing second, his condition worsened as well. As the land passed beneath him, the slight discomfort shifted, becoming a constant dull ache. It was a nuisance, but nothing he couldn't handle. He would make it back to camp, brief Corrin on what he had seen, then head for the nearest latrine and relieve himself.  No one but he would know how close he had come, that the perfect Pegasus Knight had nearly been done in by his own bladder. But with each flap of his mount's wings, he was bounced slightly. And each bounce seemed to make holding on that much harder, until Subaki was forced to take the reins in one hand, and press the other between his legs, providing pressure to counteract the fullness of his bladder. Finally, the Hoshidan camp was within his sight. He was nearly there! He would only have to hold on for a short while longer, and he would be in the clear. He pulled back on the reins, slowing his mount and guiding it towards a landing as close to Corrin's chambers as he could manage. If the jostling Subaki had faced while flying was a nuisance, the impact of the landing was pure torture. Landing the pegasus required concentration, but so too did fighting off his need for relief. The need to split his focus coupled with the sudden impact were almost enough to overwhelm the Pegasus Knight, but somehow he held on. Once the pegasus stood on solid ground, it was easier for Subaki to regain control of himself. Without the rhythmic jostling of flight, he felt much better. He dismounted, and breathed a sigh of relief as his feet touched the ground. As much as he enjoyed flying, that flight had been harrowing. But now that he was back at camp, he would check in with Corrin and give her a quick report, then take care of his growing problem. It was tempting to rush to the latrine first, but with the volume of the Nohrian force, Subaki knew every second could count towards victory or defeat. He would have to report his findings before he could do anything else. He approached the door to Corrin's chambers quickly, and knocked upon the door. She responded promptly, calling out a greeting before opening the door and inviting him in. Once he was inside, he couldn't help but lower his guard slightly. After all, he was so very close, in a few moment's time it would all be over. And it was then that he felt a sudden stab of pain in his abdomen, as his bladder cried out for relief. Yet he was with Corrin, and she was looking right at him. He could not let her see him do anything that would give his status away. He fought off impulses to cross his legs, to place his hands between his legs, to do anything that might offer some slight relief. Instead, he fought it off with sheer willpower, showing no sign of the struggle he was facing save for the sweat that began to bead upon his face.  "That was fast!" Corrin said, once Subaki had entered. It seemed she was oblivious to his suffering, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. "What did you find?" she continued, concern creasing her brow. "Lady Corrin, your doubts have proved true," he said, hoping she could not hear the faintest of traces of desperation in his voice. "The Nohrians have assembled a force at the outpost, and it is even larger than we suspected. They had respectable formations of infantry, cavalry, and archers, and a worrisome armored division." "An armored force as well?" she asked, visibly shaken. If there was one thing the Hoshidan army struggled with, it was the Norhian's armored troops. Their units relied upon exploiting weaknesses that the heavy steel plate of Nohrian knights simply did not have. "That is concerning news indeed." "Yes, milady. Luckily their location is no further than we expected, and they may still spend a few days preparing." he said, hoping she would dismiss him soon. He could feel the pressure growing worse, and knew he could do nothing to alleviate it while under her gaze. He would dread for anyone to see him in such a state, let alone his leader of all people.  "I'll begin planning at once. Subaki, I know you just returned, but would you mind assisting me? I believe your input would be valuable, especially since you have seen the enemy encampment directly." she asked, gesturing towards the table of maps and charts she used to plan out their campaigns.  "Of course, milady. It would be my pleasure." Subaki said, smiling as he approached the table. He was absolutely ruined. He couldn't refuse her, not when she asked for his help so directly. But if he did not leave immediately it would be disastrous. The pain had grown worse and he doubted if he could even make it to the latrine if she dismissed him this very second. But he could not let Corrin see that, he had to keep up his facade until the bitter end. After all, he was perfect. He observed the maps, finding the location of the outpost quickly based off the landmarks he had memorized. Focusing on the maps, and on their strategy, offered some light relief for a moment of two, but soon another stab of pain shot through Subaki. This time, he could not suppress the slightest whimper, as the pain was so overwhelming. Corrin looked at him, her eyes filled with worry. "Hey, is everything alright? What was that noise?" she asked. Subaki offered a weak, fake chuckle in response, hoping to put her at ease but only concerning her more. "Nothing, milady, I would never have any..." he started to speak, trying to assure her he was fine, when the pain worsened, causing him to pause. "any sort of problem. I'm..." he tried to continue, but another wave of desperation struck him. Finally, his strained bladder failed him. He could not help but cry out as the hot piss began to rush out of him, running down one leg, and soaking his pants before splattering onto the floor. Despite his best efforts, the surprised cry turned into a quiet moan of relief, as his aching bladder was finally emptied.  As soon as he was finished, however, his senses returned to him. Corrin stood, watching him with the strangest mix of surprise and concern on her face. Suddenly, the room felt very hot, and Subaki was sure his face was turning bright red. He had pissed himself. He had pissed himself in front of Corrin, his leader and a princess of Hoshido, and he had done it in her chambers. There was no way he would ever live this down, his reputation would be absolutely ruined and nobody would ever take him seriously again, how coudl he have been so- "Subaki?" Corrin asked, breaking the silence and his train of thought. "Are...are you okay?" "I've been better," he said, shaking his head. "I just cannot believe I did that, I... I apologize, and I will clean it up, and it'll be like it never happened. Beyond that, name your price, and I'll do whatever it takes." "What do you mean?" she asked, baffled by his strange offer. "For your silence. I can't have this getting out, I'll do anything you need. Whatever you desire, just name it, just promise you won't tell anyone that I... that this..." Subaki began to stammer, not wanting to admit to what had happened. Corrin placed a finger upon his lips, silencing him. "Subaki, please. We're friends. I wouldn't do that to you." she said. "Just do what you would have done anyway, and help me with planning this battle. After we get you cleaned up, of course." "Okay, that works for me. I truly am sorry, Corrin," he said, once she removed her finger. "I just. I'm supposed to be perfect." "Nobody can be perfect all of the time, Subaki. That's why we have friends, and allies. We're there to help each other, and to cover for each other. Besides, you're still perfect in my book." she said, blushing slightly. Subaki wasn't quite sure he had heard her right, but felt his own cheeks grow red as well.
Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of  the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet.  At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette.  The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out.  I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help.  Suddenly,  the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door.  Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet.  Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another.  Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger.  The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes.  "What happenned guys??"
“Oh my God! A village! Thank God!” Sanjana exclaimed, running ahead of the rest of us. Aishwarya and Rohit exchanged relieved glances, glad that they had reached civilization finally. The sun was in the process of setting over the quiet town. It’s dust streets were empty. The sound of kitchen utensils softly clanging emanated from inside the flickering gas-lit houses. We now found ourselves standing on a dusty street corner. It was evident that it witnessed a fair amount of activity during the day, but now, it lay abandoned. Completely and utterly empty. In the distance, we saw a bullock cart slowly heading up the road, leaving a small cloud of dust in it’s wake. “Flag it!! Flag it” Deeksha  shouted. We all put our hands out in a saluting gesture. As the bullock cart grew closer we saw that there was an old wizened dhoti-clad man with a smouldering bidi (local-hand-rolled cigarette) held firmly between his scorched lips. As he drew closer, he turned to us, a half smile floating on his lips and asked, “yen papparachelia? Appadu kranthinayaa?” We looked at each other confused. I didn’t understand what he was saying, and, from the look of my friends’ faces, they didn’t either. I turned to him,  and was about to say that we didn’t understand when Deeksha piped up from the back. “Enthu. Haralli Pukkatriya Ahngaeraa?” A smile cracked the old man’s face. He half bowed and, with a sweeping motion of his hand, ushered us into the back of the bullock cart. We beat the dust off of sacks of rice and grain and sat on them. Once we were all inside, the man shouted and the bulls set off. We all turned admiringly to Deeksha. “Wow Deeksha”, I said astonished, “ I had no idea that you speak …. Whatever it is this was…..” Deeksha laughed cutely. She looked down at the ground as if embarrassed and brushed the excess hair out of her face as she spoke. “It’s called Pundali. It’s an ancient mix of Sanskrit and Tulu.” Aishwarya  joined in. “Pundali?? I’ve heard of that before. But… isn’t that a dead language?” Deeksha nodded her head.  “That’s right. I have no idea why this guy’s speaking in it. I studied it as my 3rd language till 12th standard though. Lucky us right?” We all nodded our heads gratefully and sat tight. Following another brief exchange with the bullock cart driver, Deeksha turned to us and said, “ He’s taking us back to his house. He says after dinner and a good night’s rest, he’ll take us to the market with him tomorrow morning. We can catch a bus from there” We were relieved and thanked her immensely. Lakshmi’s face however, didn’t share the same look of relief. Rather, she looked somewhat agitated and anxious. “Hey Deeksha”, Deeksha turned around. “Could you ask him how much longer it’ll be till we reach his house?” Deeksha looked at her for a while. Her face made it visible that she thought this was a strange request yet still she went on and asked. The wizened old man strained to understand the question and when he did he replied, “ Pang Kukhth”. Deeksha  nodded  and sat back. “So??”, Lakshmi pressed her. “Um…… well, I don’t really know numbers in Pundali”. Lakshmi  groaned  audibly and sat back on her rice sack. She glared , annoyed, at the sky, as if it was personally responsible for whatever misfortunes were plaguing her. The old man reached inside of the folds of his dhoti and pulled out a clear un-labelled glass bottle filled with a golden elixir. With a mischevious grin on his face he took a swig and held it out to the teenagers, all the meanwhile talking merrily. They all looked at Deeksha doubtfully for interpretation. “He’s offering us liquor.  My Pundali’s not that bad.” Everyone looked at each other,                as if checking if the group collectively approved. Rohit however, had no time for that bullshit. He reached out, taking the bottle from the man’s hands and took a deep swig of it. He felt the watery liquid in his mouth change to a bitterness in his throat to a warm burn in his chest. He exhaled strongly. He felt AMAZING! Aishwarya, who was sitting downwind of him, coughed and covered her nose in disgust and whined, “That stuff fucking reeks!!” Everyone’s scrunched faces and wrinkled noses reflected the same feeling. A downcast Rohit took a final swig and handed it back to the happy old man. Lakshmi popped up from the back again, her face red. She discretely turned to Deeksha who was sitting next to her. In a low whisper she asked, ‘” Is there any way to ask him to pull over, just for a short break…”. The anxiety was visible in both her voice and her trembling legs. Deeksha asked the cart driver. The cart driver dismissed the request with a flick of his hand and an explanation in Pundali that his house was very close. “Very close”, Deeksha repeated to a sceptical Lakshmi. In the meantime, Rohit was beginning to feel strange. The warmth in his chest had long since subsided, transferring their distortion to his head. He felt giddy and loose. Uninhibited. As if there was nothing that could worry him.  The very moment that this though crossed his mind, he experienced a strange sensation, a tug of sorts, from the pit of his belly. The tug rapidly changed to a sort of soreness, a stretchiness of sorts. The stretchiness changed into its final form: the form of a litre of liquid pressing against the aching walls of his distended abdomen. The old wizened bullock cart driver was obviously used to travelling some long distances because by the time we reached it was more than 40 minutes later. Stiff legs and aching backs for all, swollen bladders and trembling legs for some.
The moment that they got out of the bullock cart in the pitch black night, like silhouettes before the dimly flickering windows of the country style house, Lakshmi and Rohit had only one thought on their minds. FIND A TOILET.  They both also knew that they mustn’t do so at the risk of offending their host. With clenched muscles and firm resolve Lakshmi and Rohit entered the simple wooden door of the house. The house was old. Very old. Above a smoking cluster of incense sticks,  5 framed A4 pictures had been hung. Though the writing was in Pundali, Sanjana was still able to read it as she knew the Devangiri script. The youngest of the men in the pictures was obviously the bullock cart driver, easily identifiable even back when he was 19. The other men had moustaches and were presumably his ancesstors. 6 generations was her conclusion. As they entered, they saw the old bullock cart driver, greeting an elderly woman, presumably his wife, a man, presumably his son, and two teenagers,a dude and a girl, almost exactly the same age as us. The elderly woman was cold – or at least she seemed to be. We warranted nothing but icy glares from her wrinkle-laden eyes, accompanied with laughing apologies from her husband. She hid in the kitchen, beating the roti dough and frying up brinjal. The bullock cart driver’s son was a solid conventional looking man, easily in his late 40’s. A clean shaved face, a tucked in shirt and a fat moustache perched on his upper lip, reflected both the monetary and educational disparity of this generation and the last. The bullock cart driver came forward, slapping Deeksha on the back playfully. He spoke, “ Entha punganjuran appudepha.” Deeksha hastily translated. “He’s saying come. He wants you to meet his grandchildren.” As we stood in a line in front of them, the old man doted proudly on his two grandchildren, both taller than him. Deeksha stood beside him, translating as he spoke. Gesturing to the boy, Deeksha said, “His name is  Hrithik. He’s a wrestler in the local Shale. He’s in his final year of college.” Everyone raised their hands respectfully and greeted him. It was already obvious though that he had eyes only for Lakshmi. He made firm prolonged eye contact with her. To say that it was unnerving would be a complete understatement. Lakshmi lost her game completely. Before she knew it she found herself drowning in his rich chocolaty eyes, flying on his deep and husky voice, and riding on his beautifully shaped pecs. He looked as if he had been fashioned from a God. Lakshmi resisted the contractions in her bladder with all her might. She prayed to God that he didn’t see her flinch. As she bit her lower lip, she felt his gaze pierce inside of her. Through all of her layers, her bull shit, her ego. He was looking at her. He was looking at her, as she wanted to be. Her heart beat once, stronger than normal. She felt the shockwaves rush through her belly, tingling inside of her. Like a feather drifting over her, it toyed its way down to her navel, brushing lightly, and kept moving down. Lakshmi felt her muscles contracting, all of them. The feeling continued to spread downwards and downwards. All of a sudden, a small patch of gooey witnessed oozed into Lakshmi’s panties. Her muscles unclenched and she looked down panting. As she moved her leg slightly, her thigh felt the patch. She was instantly rocked with another ecstatic shiver of pleasure.  She bit her lip hard, as hard as she could, to prevent any sound from coming out. All that she could think about was Hrithik, his perfect lips, his high cheekbones, his bulging muscles, his chocolate slab abs, his muscular thighs, and a toilet. Oh how she needed a toilet. As Lakshmi was secreting her secrets of love, Deeksha had moved on and introduced the man’s granddaughter. Her name was Shruthi. She was tall, dark-complexioned, and slim, with curves in al the right places. Wearing a traditional Kurti with Dupatta, she greeted the guests with a folded palms Namaste. As she scanned their faces, she fixed her gaze on Rohit. The moment that she knew he was also making eye contact, she winked quickly and returned to the kitchen. Rohit felt his cock rising, even as his urge for the bathroom increased. The combination of the alcohol and his full bladder gave him the confidence to go and ask Deeksha about the toilet. Deeksha asked the man but he replied quite sharply. Turning back to Rohit she explained. “He said you shouldn’t go within an hour before eating,” then, as if she was adding it to explain better, “ It’s some kind of a superstition thing. Are you guys okay??”, her eyes flicked over to Lakshmi. Rohit spoke up, “Yeah. I think I’ll be okay.” Rohit saw Deeksha’s eyes flitting over to Lakshmi. “Is Lakshmi okay though?” Deeksha sighed and looked at Lakshmi, sitting with her legs crossed on a stool. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. She didn’t seem okay in the bullock cart.” Rohit sighed. Though he’d never thought of it before, the idea of Lakshmi needing to pee was arousing. Perhaps it was his drunkenness, perhaps it was similar predicament, but he felt a rush of blood flow below his waist. His mind was now filled with vivid images of Lakshmi grabbing her crotch and running, running as fast as she could, and Shruthi, the cart driver’s sexy granddaughter. At that point, Shruthi and her grandmother emerged from the kitchen, carrying plates laden with Rotis and vegetables. We all sat on low stools around a low country-style table as we dug in and began to eat. Be it coincidence or not, Rohit found himself sitting directly opposite Shruthi and Lakshmi found herself right opposite Hrithik.  Rohit, drunk as he was, was unable to take his eyes off Shruthi. His groin felt as if it was on fire. The bulging of his bladder coupled with the sexual excitement tangible in the air was too much for his jockeys to contain. He started to grow, larger and larger every time he looked at her. Shruthi continued to eat as if nothing was happening, though her mischievously glistening eyes said otherwise. Coupled with the beauty and subliminal sex of Shruthi was the idea, playing as if on repeat behind Rohit’s eyes of Lakshmi, grabbing her crotch and running, running just like Aishwarya ran in the jungle, running into the stall, slamming the door, taking off her….. Rohit was jolted from his reverie by Deeksha nudging him. “ He asked you how the food is.”, she whispered. Rohit instantly smiled and gave a thumbs up, thanking the man. The old man responded by beginning a small conversation with his granddaughter. She appeared to keep saying no but the old man continued to egg her on. Eventually she caved in, turned to us, and began to speak in fluent English. “My grandfather wanted me to tell you a small story.” Rohit wasn’t the only one taken aback by the fluency with which Shruthi spoke English. “He wanted me to tell you the story of Parchavaniyamma and the evil Thakraputras. He doesn’t speak English though, so you guys don’t need to worry about that.” Rohit felt something rubbing his leg. At first he moved back, away from it, but it persisted. It was warm, firm and flexible. He looked just once at Shruthi’s face and knew that it was her. His alcohol-fuelled heart was pumping gallons of blood to his raging cock.  Her leg moved up, from his calf to his knee. “Instead, I’m going to tell you a different story…”, Shruthi continued talking. Rohit felt Shruthi’s foot edge its way past his knees and rub gently across the inside of his thigh. “Once I was travelling on a bus. It was a government bus, crowded and filthy, travelling to Mysore. I boarded it, and it set off.” Shruthi’s foot had made contact with Rohit’s firm cock. She began to gently rub her foot up and down against it as she continued speaking. Her voice grew softer with every word. It was almost as if she was telling everyone that she was talking to Rohit and Rohit only. Aishwarya, Deeksha and I knew what was going on. Aishwarya looked appalled, but did nothing. The rest of us ignored it completely and began desperately trying to engage the doting grandfather in conversation. “As the bus was speeding down the freeway and the fresh night air blew against my face, I felt a pull.” Shruthi’s toes grasped Rohit’s cock and he gasped a bit too loudly. “I felt a pull in my bladder. It was impossible to control.” Rohit was drunk and in no state to resist. He sat there, his face an orgasmic mess, as Shruthi’s foot rubbed faster and faster against his dick. He didn’t care why she was saying this. He didn’t care why she was doing this. He just didn’t care. He couldn’t care. “And as I sat their, biting my lip and crossing my legs, I knew, I knew I was going to have an accident. But I’d never had an accident before, and I was determined, determined, not to have one that day.” Rohit’s erection was in its final stages. Shruthi’s foot rubbed against it with the same (if not greater speed) than he did when he was jerking off. His face twitched as he took deep breaths and tried to regain his composure. His dick tensed and untensed, again and again, straining, gathering the strength for what was to come. “So I tensed all of my muscles. I walked to the front of the bus, looked the bus rider dead in his eyes, and told him that I was going to piss right there if he didn’t pull over.” All of a sudden, as if it had just woken up, Rohit’s full bladder began to shout in process. He felt a small squirt of pee escape into his underwear. He instantly tightened his bladder to regain control. He could feel the sperm gathering at the base of his dick. He was mere strokes away from shooting his load. “He looked at me as I stood there, grabbing my crotch, and opened the bus doors.” Another squirt of urine shot into Rohit’s grey jockey before he knew it. Enough to leave a small wet dot on the denim blue jeans above it. Simultaneously, he felt his orgasm rising up. He had mere seconds left. It couldn’t be stopped anymore. He felt himself ride those last few seconds before ejaculation with no control over his body or his dangerously full bladder. “I held my crotch with my right hand, threw open the door, and ran away from the bus, towards the green expanse in the distance. I wouldn’t make it. I felt a bit of dampness on my palm. I wouldn’t make it.” Rohit had squirted another jet of urine, followed by another jet, followed by another jet, and all of this on the sharp slope of an orgasm. His ejaculatory functions weren’t impaired. He knew he wouldn’t make it. “Less than 8 steps away from the bus, I tucked my kurti under my chin, hoisted my salwar, untied it in one deft move, and dropped it to my ankles. I squatted there, in full view of the whole bus, and soiled my chappals and the soil with a solid stream of piss that tore up the ground.” Rohit came in his underwear. Biting his lip and with fists clenched he climaxed, straining as he shot his seed into his jockey L’s.  In between contractions though, his dick overflowed with pee. It dampened his pubes and his underwear. Before he knew it, his jeans had turned into a stained flowing mess. Rohit was peeing himself. Shruthi was the first one to jump back in disgust. Her foot had felt the liquid far before the others heard the sound. She jumped back and stood up. Everyone’s eyes turned towards Rohit, including the Old cart driver. Everyone scooted their chairs slightly away from him as he continued to piss, the final drops of his bladder pit-pattering onto the stone floor below. Rohit’s face was flushed bright red with embarrassment. He got up and ran outside, slamming the door behind him.
Warning: Graphic pooping, explicit sex , light bondage ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ < 1398 Chaitra (Month of the moon) > The flickering orange lights of hundreds of candles illuminated the cold stone hall of the palace. Pindrop silence and fresh chilly air filled the hall. In the distance, a sari clad figure hurried down the hallway, clutching her Dupatta tighter.  When her efforts to walk faster failed, she broke into a half run. From the end of the corridor, a voice boomed out, “Aparna!!” The running woman stopped, a look of anxiety plastered on her face as she turned and looked in the direction of the voice. From the shadows stepped a portly overweight middle aged man wearing royal robes. “K….King Dathabra”, Aparna bowed slightly, “What do you desire your highness?” “You,” Dathabra stepped close, one ominous step at a time. “You,” the smell of wine was thick on his breath. Aparna’s face mirrored her feelings of helplessness and defeat. She had known that this day would come. Ever since the King had made eye contact with her as she poured wine for him last Diwali, she knew that one day he’d want her. To refuse a royal command meant certain death. Aparna’s mind ran in overtime, searching frantically for an escape from her situation: there was none. Strangely, Aparna wouldn’t mind having to sleep with the king. She was a young woman having just turned 19. She knew that there was just one thing that men wanted. Ever since she had stumbled across the brutalities of a downtown brothel as a child, she knew that one day she too would be required to lie with a strange man whom she didn’t love. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was one brewing inside of her. Aparna’s bloated stomach had been the one to wake her up at 2:00 in the morning.  Quickly she had donned her sari and raced out of the servant’s quarters to the fields outside of the wall to relieve herself. Unfortunately, the king’s drunken presence, was an unforeseen problem.  A big problem. A tell tale cramp began to squeeze her insides like squeezing toothpaste out of the tube. Under the countless folds of her sari, Aparna crossed her legs tightly, clenched her buttocks, and through tight teeth spoke to the King bashfully, while looking down, “My Lord…..” The king gave a drunken laugh and put his arm around her. The wafting fumes of alcohol made her eyes water. Lustfully he placed his other arm on her hip and pulled her towards him. He pulled himself up close to her and she felt his small erection pressing against her stomach. In disgust and desperation she tried to push herself away from him, turning her head frantically from side to side to avoid his embrace. The king paused, looking at her with a mix of anger and shock. He raised a hand and shouted a command. At once, a small group of soldiers silently stepped out of the shadows and begun moving towards her, a bag and a rope in their hands. Aparna couldn’t see  with the bag tied around her head. Stumbling over her feet and the dusty rocky roads, she trudged behind her captors. Even with the bag over her head she could tell that it was still night; the cool breeze and the pindrop silence gave it away. 10 minutes had passed before the bag was pulled off of Aparna’s head and she was kicked roughly, falling onto the dusty forest floor. At once she got up and looked around frantically, inspecting her surroundings. All she could see was an entangled mattress of roots above that loped over branches and hung down, doubling as both walls and a ceiling. She was in the centre of a Banyan tree, surrounded by at least 6 other terrified women in saris. Pale slivers of moonlight cut through the branches, floating around wistfully on the clumpy mess of roots below before disappearing, as suddenly as it came.  Aparna felt a bubbly watery feeling in the pit of her stomach. The brisk walking had made her need much worse. The pressure on her bowels was so severe, it was all that she could think about. She crossed her legs deftly and sat quickly, placing as much pressure on her butt as she could.  Her need slightly alleviated, she inspected the other 6 girls. They were all young and dark, no doubt slaves or servants of some sort, their skin toned by long hours in the sun.  It didn’t take long for Aparna to notice that the other girls were in predicaments similar to her. They all fidgeted urgently, crossed their legs, or sat on their heels. Many of them rocked back and forth slightly, too desperate to control otherwise. They had probably been abducted by the king’s men on while on their way to perform their morning duties. The King stumbled through the banyan roots, still drunk out of his mind. The guards who had accompanied him remained outside. The King walked towards the side of the room of roots, leaned against a tree, and began to remove his Dhoti. As he fumbled with the knot, he shouted out, “Two Girls! Come here, two girls!!” Aparna noticed the girls eying each other furtively, no doubt suspicious. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two girls exchanging glances, obviously considering the offer. Stockholm syndrome had already set in. Determined that aggravating their captor wasn’t a good move, the two dark farm girls, no more than 19, stepped forward towards the king. “Off with your clothes! Remove them!! Take them off now! Not just you two, all of you!!”, the King bellowed drunkenly, still fumbling with his Dhoti. The girls timidly looked away. Once they realized that the King would not be swayed on this issue, they began to timidly undress, slipping the plaits of their saris over their shoulders. The cloths that covered them flowed off, onto the ground, exposing their dark naked bodies to the moonlight. A shocked Aparna looked at the dark brown bodies of the girls around her contrasted with the pitch black hair covering their crotch. Aparna had initially been resolute in her decision not to disrobe, but a look at the drunken glimmer in the King’s eye told her that her only way out was to bide her time. Her stomach rumbling uncomfortably, she stepped out of her emerald green sari, and stood with her head bowed, the dark skin on her trembling ass shining in the moonlight. Aparna felt a wave of pressure run through her like a sword. She clenched her buttocks but it required all her concentration and muscle strength to hold it in. She knew that she wouldn’t last long unless somebody intervened. The King had finally managed to tear off his Dhoti. He stood there, wearing only his shirt and his chappals. His legs got hairier as you went up. He swung his erect cock from side to side. The two girls that had volunteered for the king, now looked away uncomfortably.  Bellowing the King shouted out his orders. The two girls that had come forward were made to crouch on their knees. The taller of the two made no attempt to resist as the King, thrusting his pelvis forward, placed his cock in her mouth. The other girl was made to lie down, naked, on her back, on the forest floor. She scooted forward once or twice so that the taller girl thighs met right above her mouth. The King instructed her to start licking. He instructed her not to stop until he said so. As the King stood there, the woman blowing him getting sucked off, he continued bellowing his orders. Aparna was made to stand in the centre of the clearing with her legs spread. Her hands were tied to a solid root dangling from the canopy of roots above. Another girl, a fair girl that Aparna recognized as Tanya, a baker from the village, was instructed to stand behind Aparna and to ‘rub her till she comes’. Tanya looked down, tears welling up in her eyes as she silently walked behind Aparana. With her feet she separated Aparna’s legs by about an arms length. She pressed her naked body against Aparna’s. Her right hand reached around Aparna’s slim curvy waist, down over her black clumps of pubic hair, and finally settled between her legs. Tanya’s fingers began to hum at a barely noticeable pace.  Aparna stiffened. She felt another wave of pressure working its way down through her. She tightened her buttocks quickly, but with her legs so far apart, it didn’t do much. The King, drunken orgasmic bliss on his face, ordered the two remaining girls to squat on the ground. He ordered them to stay there squatting until he told them to stand. Minutes passed silently, interspersed with only soft moans. Tanya’s fingers were magical. They seemed to know when to go slower and when to hurry up. They toyed with the sweating struggling Aparna who writhed in magical agony and painful cramps. Very soon, Tanya’s fingers had reduced Aparna’s crotch to a wet hairy mess. Aparna’s  natural lubricant dampened her upper thighs and splashed on her pussy when Tanya increased the pace. The girl who was sucking the King’s dick wasn’t doing all that great a job. She kept writhing desperately, and pulling back to utter, “Please, my  Lord! …..”, before having his dick pushed back into her mouth. The girl beneath her was licking frantically. She even had her hands up, over the girls waist, as if trying to pull the pussy closer to her mouth. The moans of one of the young farm girls  was far from ecstatic however. For Shrishi, the poor girl who’d been made by the King to squat, It was a loud jarring tearful moan. A moan of relief and defeat. A moan that did little to cover the hiss of her pent up piss tearing through the dusty rooted floor. Everyone turned and looked at the river escaping from Shrishi’s groin. Even the full-bladdered girl with the King’s cock in her mouth turned a little to the side, her eyes at the corner of her head, to see what was making all the disturbance. The King noticed it too and bellowed, “STAND!!!” Shrishi tearfully and slowly rose to her feet. Her stream faltered, for just a moment, as she tensed every muscle in her body to hold back the flood. She looked at the ground with her scrunched up face and sobbed for just a matter of seconds. Just like that Shrishi’s bladder gave way once again. The stream continued with the same strength as before as it torrented down her legs, dripping off her calves onto the roots. As the sound of her bladder emptying itself filled the early morning air, Aparna felt another wave run through her bowels with intense force. She clenched her muscles and her fists tightly, determined to hold off this wave. As the pressure drew closer and closer to its endpoint, Aparna began to waver. She was clenching so tightly that her face was red, yet she still knew that it wouldn’t be nearly enough for the shit storm raging inside of her.  In the background she could hear some commotion from the two girls who were with the king. Her bowels though, were to urgent to distract. A long high pitched moan followed a soft whimper from the girl sucking the kings dick. Almost immediately the girl lying beneath began to squeal and shout, flailing her limbs in an effort to get out from between the other girl’s legs. Despite her desperation, Aparna turned to look. Aparna watched as a river of piss began to flow out of the girl sucking the king. From the angle at which Aparna was, all that she could see was the girl’s large brown ass, the thick yellow stream bursting out of it, and the smaller girl squirming out of the thighs’ chokehold. As the girl underneath got up, drops of piss spilled from her mouth. She spat violently on the ground repeatedly. The other girl, was crying loudly, as she sucked the Kings dick faster and faster. A small squirt of liquid shit had made it past Aparna’s defences, dampening the hairy space between her two brown round butt cheeks. Determined not to soil herself like the other girls, she forced her legs together and tensed her buttocks. Tanya however, had her hand trapped in the vicelike grip of Aparna’s thighs. With her feet, Tanya separated Aparna’s legs and began rubbing her pussy with renewed vigour. She pressed her pubes and her breasts against Aparna’s back and whispered, “Just fake it. Quickly! The sooner the better. It’ll all be over then.” If Tanya had seen Aparna’s face though, she would have known that there was no chance. As she didn’t know though, Tanya kept rubbing faster and faster. Aparna was forced to face the wave of desperation with her legs wide open, a hand on her crotch and a hairy pussy on her ass. Aparna was able to delay the wave by just 2 seconds before it shot out of her. A loud unfeminine groan spilled out of her as she emptied her liquidy bowels on Tanya’s feet. Wave after wave of diarrhoea shot out of her, some even getting on Tanya’s thigh. At first, Tanya probably mistook the warm liquid for piss, as she continued to rub with unhampered intensity. It was only a second or two later, once the smell hit her nostrils, that Tanya stepped back horrified. Aparna grunted once more and, in her standing position, spewed a semi-solid squirt of shit onto the roots below. The King’s face contorted as he shot his load into the soiled girl’s mouth. The King wiped his brow, retied his Dhoti, and turned to leave. As he was  on his way out he saw Aparna, still tied up and shitting manically onto the growing pile atop a clump of roots. He gave one final look of lustful malice and disappeared through the wall of roots. The moment that the king was out of the rooted chamber, the girls jumped to their feet and running into a  corner, relieved themselves. The loud hiss of 4 bladders being emptied in unison drowned out Aparna’s pitiful cries. It is well known by all the ancient religions that banyan trees share a deep spiritual connection with the divine.  As Aparna stood there weeping, a force entered her, a force that all watching could feel but none could describe. It was something life changing. Aparna felt revitalized. She looked up once more, but this time her face was not one of shame and humiliation, it was one of vengeance. She would right the wrongs perpetrated against her! She would punish the man that had done this to her! She would make him feel the way that he had made her feel! She would have revenge!! As the girls’ streams were winding off, Aparna let a weak stream that she had been holding in out of her. She spread her legs and watched, a wretched smile on her face, as the stream of piss pit-pattered on the mossy roots below. She began to laugh, a manical righteous laugh! She would have Justice! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The teens snapped back to the stuffy smoky dining room in the farmer’s house, looking at each other bewildered. All of us, Lakshmi, Aishwarya, Shruthi, Deeksha and I were feeling disorientated. The family however looked completely nonchalant. Hrithik, the old man’s son sat quietly on the side. Shruthi, the daughter, was nowhere to be seen. The old man laughed in his usual careless manner and told Deeksha that this happens whenever one hears the story for the first time. He patted her on the shoulder jovially, and made a pakka sign with his fingers while chortling. Deeksha told us but this did little to help our disorientation. Less than a minute after waking up from the dreamlike trance, Lakshmi’s need made itself felt again. It began as a swollen bulge, gigantic yet subdued. But as the its minutes went on, urgency increased exponentially till Lakshmi was forced to rock back and forth in her awkward sit / squat position. It took all of her concentration to keep her bladder in check. Deeksha and the rest of the teens were asking question after question to the evasive old man. He in turn would repeat the questions to his hunchbacked wife, lighting incense sticks and mumbling to herself in a dingy corner of the room. Lakshmi was far too desperate to sit around and act like nothing was wrong. Already her incessant rocking had earned her a curious glance or two from both the old man as well as the others at the table. The stifling heat in the room accumulated beneath the tight denim fabric of her jeans and added to her discomfort. She felt a small leak escape from her, not a forceful squirt but a warning dribble. Her dark olive green underwear dampened noticeably. Lakshmi coughed once or twice to try and get Deeksha’s attention, but Deeksha was having none of it. As if on purpose, she ignored Lakshmi’s signals. Finally, unable to hold it any longer, Lakshmi interrupted the conversation, “ Uh… Excuse me…Sir?, the old man turned around. Unsure of how to ask, Lakshmi stuttered, “Um… Bathroom?? Toilet????”. The old man smiled and nodded but it was clear that he wasn’t understanding anything. Hrithik, the man’s fit muscular son, spoke up.  “You need to use the bathroom?”, Hrithik asked in fluent English. Lakshmi nodded. Hrithik gestured for her to follow him and led her outside of the house. Lakshmi was on top of the world. She felt as if her bladder would give out any moment. She honestly hadn’t expected to be able to hold it this long, or to make it to a toilet. After witnessing Rohit’s humiliating accident inside, she had resigned herself to such a fate. This was a welcome change for her. Hrithik led her to a small shoddily crafted shack about a minute away from the house. Hrithik gave a heart melting shy smile and said, “Well, that’s it. It’s nothing fancy but it’s better than nothing right?” Lakshmi, so close to relief began to waver. Her defences down, her aching bladder shot a high pressure second long squirt out of her, dampening her now soaked olive panties. Her hand involuntarily shot between her legs. She prayed desperately that Hrithik hadn’t seen her. As she turned towards his face though, she knew that he had seen her hold herself. He had averted his eyes politely as she looked but had done it a fraction of a second too late. Lakshmi had seen. And he had seen her. Embarrassed as Lakshmi was, her pounding distended bladder took priority as she sheepishly smiled and wordlessly turned away from Hrithik to open the door. She reached out and put a trembling hand on the cold steel handle of the outhouse door and pulled, but it didn’t budge. Instantly her heart beat faster. She wouldn’t make it. Her panicking bladder involuntarily released another long squirt of liquid, soaking her damp panties to the point that it appeared as a small strip on the inner side of her left thigh. Hrithik had already stepped up to the door and knocked on it, asking who was inside. From inside, his sister’s voice sounded clearly. Hrithik turned to Lakshmi and , with a troubled look on his face, said, “I’m sorry, but my sister’s inside. I think she’s showering … or something. She said she’ll be out in 5 minutes. Could you….???” The streak on Lakshmi’s thigh grew noticeably larger as another longer squirt was forced out of her. She felt almost as if she had no control over her body anymore. She turned her face to Hrithik and struggled to speak, “I….” Hrithik saw the hopelessness on her face before he saw the widening patch on her jeans. He heard her surrender before he heard the sound of her urine falling off her legs onto the grass. Piss shot out of Lakshmi in unimaginable quantities. Her face was blushed bright red with shame as she breathed heavily. She could feel herself emptying the contents of her bladder into her Levi Jeans. She felt the burning warmth on the joining of her thighs as it rushed out of her, an uninterrupted stream. She felt it flow down her legs, accumulating near the hollow of her knee only to spill off her claves onto the cold grass ground below. Hrithik’s kind and welcoming attitude had been discarded completely. He took a step back, and scanned Lakshmi from top to bottom with his eyes several times, and incredulous expression plastered on his face. The sound of the house door opening crushed the awkward silence between Hrithik and Lakshmi. Aishwarya stepped out of the house, accompanied by the kind old man. The old man pointed towards the outhouse and walked closer, accompanying Aishwarya. As Aishwarya and the old man drew closer, the reality of what was happening struck them.
As the old man and Aishwarya walked closer and closer towards the outhouse, Lakshmi remained transfixed, still clutching her crotch tightly as a dying stream of urine ran down her legs. Hrithik stood aghast, watching in horror and at a loss for words. Lakshmi was past the point of caring. The prolonged agony of her desperation had made her involuntary release blissful, almost orgasmic. For just a moment she didn’t care about Hrithik, about Deeksha, about the stream running down her thighs. For just a moment she was content. But as her stream dripped to a faltering halt and the cold tight wet denim of her jeans clung to her legs in the midnight forest air, she was forced to return to the humiliating reality.  The old man and Aishwarya were now less than 5 paces away from her. The realisation of what had transpired dawned on Aishwarya before the old man. Her steady pace faltered as she slowed down, stopping a metre or so away from Lakshmi. Even in the darkness of the forest night, Lakshmi’s wet jeans were clearly visible, illuminated by the flickering yellow bulb that hung by a wire from the dilapidated toilet shack. Aishwarya was at a loss for words. She knew that this didn’t bode well for them, for any of them. Sure enough, when the old man realised what had happened, his expression darkened considerably. His tell-tale carefree face was noticeably ashen.  He stood there, stunned for a matter of seconds, before hurling a volley of Pundali abuses at Lakshmi and Aishwarya before storming away from the duo, back into the house. The moment that the old man was out of earshot, Aishwarya turned to Lakshmi and asked accusingly, “What the Hell Lakshmi!! You know these people are superstitious about …… that kind of stuff”. Aishwarya trailed off, looking awkwardly at the ground. Lakshmi was in no mood to be judged. A day wandering around lost in the forest, followed by a nerve wrecking  four hour wait to use the bathroom and now THIS, had left her nerves and her decorum frayed. “What the FUCK are you trying to say Aishwarya? Do you think I did this on purpose!?”, Lakshmi shouted, tears welling up in her eyes as her voice cracked. The girls’ argument was interrupted by a commotion coming from the house. The door of the house was flung open. The light pouring out from within the home silhouetted the figures of Deeksha, Sanjana, and the other members of their group being literally pushed out by a livid old man and his screaming wife. The group converged with the two girls near the outhouse. The old man stepped back and continued to shout relentlessly, not even pausing to take a breath. Everyone turned to Deeksha to interpret but it was clear that she didn’t understand half of what was being said. Hrithik stepped forward from behind Lakshmi and spoke up. “Leave. Now. All of you.  You’ve brought bad luck to our house and our village. You’ve disrespected our shrine and our goddess. You’re lucky to be leaving here in one piece. Now go.” Lakshmi stepped forward and implored, “But please Hrithik! Can’t we just stay the night?? We have nowhere to go…..” Hrithik gave Lakshmi a firm shove and storming past her, walked into the house with the old man and his wife. The teens were enveloped in complete and utter silence, interspersed only by the chirping of the crickets in the forest. “Well…..”, Deeksha spoke up, “ That happened.” She cast a condemning look at Lakshmi. Given the mood Lakshmi was in, she was not going to let this slide. She shot back angrily, “If you have something to say then fucking say it Deeksha!”. It was obvious that this was about to turn into a full blown fight unless someone stopped them. Sanjana stepped up from the back and spoke, “Alright guys calm down. Put your heads back on your shoulders and let’s try to figure out what to do.” Nobody said anything in protest so Sanjana continued. “Maybe it’s just me ….. but I genuinely feel that something …… strange …… is going on. I’m not one to believe in ghosts and witches and whatnot, but I really feel that we may have been cursed.” Deeksha laughed and condescendingly replied, “Ha! What’s wrong with you Sanjana… Cursed it seems! Why would you think that??” Sanjana looked at the ground and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “Well……for starters, two of us did have ….. accidents ….. tonight. Just like the witch, predicted we would…” Everyone looked down at the ground awkwardly. Sanjana continued, “Alright. How many of you guys feel that something supernatural is involved in all of this. I mean, that lady did fucking FLY.” Lakshmi and Rohit were the first to put their hands up, followed suit by Aishwarya and the rest of us. Only Deeksha remained, stubbornly keeping her hand down. Sanjana surveyed the hands held high and concluded, “Okay. So, if there is a witch who is using some supernatural force to make us ….. humiliate ourselves, it seems logical that the best way to prevent it is to not allow ourselves to get desperate. Whenever any of us feel the need to go, we should all help that person find a way to go. It may not always be conventional, or even socially acceptable, but I think that we can all, Lakshmi and Rohit more than the rest of us, agree that it’s better than the alternative. Ensuring that we never allow ourselves to get desperate is the only way to foil the witch’s plan. So guys, from here on out: when in need, relieve.” We all looked astonished at Sanjana, amazed by her brilliance and her oratory skills. She had made not peeing our pants sound as epic and bad ass as going into battle against a supernatural flying witch. Everyone apart from Deeksha nodded their heads in agreement. Sanjana smiled ever so slightly, glad that somebody at least was finally taking her advice. Spurred on, she continued, lowering her voice just a little. “Good. Now that we’ve got that sorted, does anyone need to use the bathroom?” Sanjana gestured towards the toilet shack. “It’s locked”, Lakshmi butted in. “I think Shruthi, you know, the old man’s daughter, is inside.” There was silence for a matter of seconds before Sanjana spoke, “Well……we’ve got to leave here now.  I for one don’t think we should hold it. That’s pretty much the same as giving ammunition to the witch you know…..I think we should….I think we should……”. Sanjana took a deep breath and repeated, “When in need, relieve.” In light of Sanjana’s motivational speech given mere minutes earlier, nobody raised any objections. Sanjana took the silence to be a positive response. Her eyes began to scan the forest hill around them for a large bush or a hedge of shrubs: something that could double as a bathroom wall. A large banyan tree caught her eye. Its trunk was wide, easily about 5 feet in diameter. To its left there was a small bush, extending the overall cover to about 7 feet.  It would be a tight fit, but Sanjana realised it would have to do.                                                     Sanjana didn’t need to say anything. She began walking towards the large trunk of the banyan tree, a light hurry in her steps. Everyone quickly caught on and began following her 1 by 1. Aishwarya, who had earlier asked the old man for the whereabouts of the washroom, was far more desperate than she seemed. Much the same as the rest of them, she hadn’t had a proper chance to relieve herself in a while.  The moment that she saw Sanjana heading for the tree, she began to follow suit, already untying the strings that kept her salwar tied oppressively around her waist. The moment Sanjana was in the cover of the tree, she yanked up her T-shirt and frantically unbuttoned her khaki hiking shorts. She too, was much more desperate than she had appeared. All that water she’d drank during the hike couldn’t go nowhere! As soon as her shorts were unbuttoned, she pulled them down, till her mid thighs, while simultaneously dropping into a low flat-foot squat, with her dark brown ass hovering just an inch or two from the muddy forest floor. Immediately a gentle yet never-ending stream began to quietly trickle out of her, almost silently forming a small puddle beneath her in the mud. She softly exhaled with relief. Aishwarya neared the corner of the banyan tree and was in the final stages of untying her salwar. She bit her lower lip lightly, distorting her face cutely. She didn’t understand how she suddenly had to go so badly. Sure, she’d gotten off the bullock cart needing a pee, but once she realised how low the chances of that were, she’d resigned herself to hold it. Maybe it was just the proximity of relief that was responsible for squirting her panty -less thighs with a sudden explosive burst of urine. As Aishwarya turned the corner of the banyan tree, she was in the last seconds of her hold. Her flawless damp brown thighs rubbed together frantically under her baggy salwar as she wiggled agitatedly. Her undivided attention was allocated to tensing her bladder, to hold it in for just a second more. The outside world flew past her, as if in a daze; so much so that a quietly pissing Sanjana to her left didn’t warrant even a second glance. Aishwarya took just one step from the corner of the tree. She was still almost on the corner as she untied the last knot in her salwar, letting it fall. The baggy salwar kamiz, no longer tied oppressively to Aishwarya’s waist, fell to her ankles in the blink of an eye. As the salwar fell, revealing her naked legs inch by inch, Aishwarya deftly dropped into an athletic squat as her bladder sprayed another jet. She perched herself on her toes rather than on the soles of her feet, subsequently rendering her more manoeuvrable. Immediately, Aishwarya allowed her tortured bladder relief. A thick solid stream burst out of her, flying a foot through the air before noisily splattering into the mud. However, her pressurized pee stream was flying over, rather than under, her salwar pants, which lay crumpled around her ankles. At the current speed with which she was pissing, the stream was passing cleanly over the crumpled pants, without as much as a drop touching the fabric. Aishwarya knew though, that she should be peeing underneath. Towards the end of her pee, as the stream would begin to falter, the pants would get torrentially drenched by the remaining contents of her bladder. Aishwarya took a deep breath and cut off her stream. All at once the loud splattering hiss of liquid tearing up the forest floor was silenced. Holding her breath (lest her bladder control escape with it), she deftly reached out with her right hand, grasped the salwar dangling between her ankles lying in the mud, and yanked it upwards in a fluid motion. At the same time, using the flexibility her toe-squat allowed her, she spread her legs slightly, increasing the distance between her knees by at least a foot. This held the salwar taut around her calves, safely out of danger. The very instant that Aishwarya’s salwar was out of danger, her stream resumed. As the piss burst out of her underneath her stretched salwar, and onto the grassy roots, Aishwarya involuntarily let out a loud moan. Her heart rate began to subside and she took deep breaths. Her notice of her surroundings increased as her bladder emptied: it was as if she was finally returning to reality. She saw Sanjana about an arm’s length or two to her left, smiling amusedly at her. Aishwarya weakly returned the smile. Her piss had formed a small stream, overflowing its way through the mud and circling downhill around the corner of the banyan tree. The soft squelchy sound of someone walking through mud made Aishwarya and Sanjana turn towards the corner to see who was approaching. As the figure turned the corner, Aishwarya and Sanjana could easily discern the figure of Lakshmi, holding a pair of jeans out in front of her and walking strangely. Lakshmi turned, and noticing the two girls pissing, quickly averted her eyes. She meekly spoke, “ I just needed to change… my jeans are quite fucked.”, she laughed softly. “Go ahead, it’s cool.”, Sanjana spoke up from the corner. Lakshmi nodded and gingerly walked past the squatting Aishwarya who’s stream still splashed about a foot in front of her. Deftly dodging the stream, Lakshmi stepped over a patch of grass and into the cover of the bush of shrubs that extended the cover of the tree. Lakshmi took the clean pair of jeans that she’ been holding out in front of her, and draped them over a protruding branch. She began to unbutton her jeans without as much as a hint of hesitation. Aishwarya remained squatting, the reservoirs of piss still shooting out of her made it impossible for her to leave. She felt extremely uncomfortable, though she was unsure why. Her eyes flittered from left to right, not sure of where to look. Lakshmi began to peel off her tight wet jeans. In the breezy forest night, they clung to her skin like ice. She pulled them down to just below her knees, and then began to hold them in place while she stepped out of them. Her waxed shapely thighs were fully on display, all the way from her knees to her green panty-line.   As she got her second foot out of the soaked jeans, she kicked them off and draped them over the banyan branch, right next to the clean dry pair of jeans. Lakshmi reached for her panties, obviously hoping to get this part over with as soon as possible. Aishwarya’s heat began to beat faster. As if drawn by some irresistible force, her eyes kept drifting back to the sensual figure of Lakshmi reaching for her panties. Eventually, her self-constraint lost the battle. Her eyes snapped onto Lakshmi as the latter yanked her panties down to her calves and kicked them off into the mud, revealing an unexpectedly hairy, yet well maintained bush. In the dark night, the pitch-black curly pubic hair was all that Aishwarya was able to see before Lakshmi had pulled on the clean pair of jeans. Lakshmi smiled weakly at Aishwarya who was in the last seconds of her piss. Aishwarya reciprocated the smile and, looking up at Lakshmi from her squat, spoke. “Hey Lakshmi, sorry about what I said back there…. Outside the outhouse. I really didn’t mean to be that rude….it’s just….I don’t know what came over me…. I’m really sorry.” Lakshmi smiled back kindly and replied, “Don’t worry about it Aishwarya. I understand. I’m sorry for shouting back at you ….. I was just… kind of pissed…”, Lakshmi broke off giggling softly at the unintentional pun. Aishwarya couldn’t help but laugh as well and a chuckle from her left showed Sanjana had found it quite funny as well. Lakshmi turned and walked away, down and around the corner of the banyan tree, taking care not to step in the small river formed by Aishwarya’s pee. As Lakshmi tip-toed down the slope, Aishwarya rose to her feet, pulling the salwar back up around her legs. Aishwarya felt light and happy, both physically and emotionally. Apologizing to Lakshmi was like a massive weight lifted from her chest. She smiled at Sanjana, who was still squatting to her left, a steady trickle still flowing from between her legs into the large puddle that had now formed beneath her. Sanjana reciprocated the smile. Aishwarya turned and walked don around the banyan tree, striking up a conversation with Lakshmi who was standing there. Sanjana, still peeing, ended her stream by lightly tensing her bladder. It had always been like this. Ever since she was a young girl, she’d always been the last to finish peeing, regardless of who she was with. Sometimes, when she was really desperate, she’s peed for a good four minutes straight! The thought of her peeing for so long instinctively gave her a flashback of the time that she had unintentionally let her ex-boyfriend mess his jeans as she sat on the commode pissing after a long night of drinking. She hasn’t even known that his stomach was upset but he was convinced she’d done it intentionally. She sighed with guilt at the thought and quickly pushed it out of her mind. She shook her butt, wiggling it from side to side to shake off an clinging drops of urine, and standing up, pulled up and re-buttoned her khaki shorts. The entire environment had change drastically in a matter of minutes.  From a bunch of unhappy teens at each other’s throats, the group had gone to joking around with each other as they walked through the forest. Chatty and jolly, one would never be able to guess that they had just been thrown out of a house. But there was one among their company who’s countenance was far from such. Deeksha paced ahead of the group unhappily, arms crossed across her chest. For reasons of her own stemming from forgotten places deep in her childhood, Deeksha absolutely hated being forced to relieve herself in the open. For her, there was no greater impunity. In addition to that, her period had started this morning, before they had left to trek in the woods. Her clothes sticky with grime and sweat, her stomach racked with cramps, and her bladder uncomfortably full, Deeksha was on the verge of tears. She felt absolutely horrible and annoyed with everyone and everything. She would give anything, anything, just to be back at home with a bed to herself. A tear fell down Deeksha’s right cheek as she walked. She tried her best to breathe quietly so that the people behind her wouldn’t hear her sob. Sympathy was the last thing that she wanted right now. This day had been the worst, the absolute worst! Another tear rolled down her cheek. All that she wanted, all that she needed was for things to get a little bit better. Was that really so hard?? __________ Meanwhile, back at the banyan tree, the shadowy sari clad figure of the witch approached. Ever since the traumatising event involving the king and the countless other farmer girls had happened hundreds of years ago beneath a banyan, the witch found that she shared a special link with these trees. Sometimes she could hear what they hear, feel what they feel….. but it was iffy to say the least. There was no telling when this link would come or go, even for her. However, this time, the link had been crystal clear. A speech to the extent of “When in need, relieve”, had played in the witch’s mind. From the moment that it started, she knew that it was coming from a banyan tree. She had listened in shock and horror as that human whore (Sanjana , her friends had called her) plotted to thwart her plans, plotted to derail the revenge she’d worked so hard for. Then as if to confirm her suspicions, the witch had felt what the tangled roots of the banyan tree had felt: warm piss running over, around, and through them as the girls had relieved themselves behind the banyan tree. The witch walked behind the banyan tree, turning the corner. She saw a puddle of liquid further away escaping through countless small rivulets that drained down the embankment. Her eyes fell on the abandoned green panties that lay discarded beneath a thorny bush. Reaching down, she picked them up and lifted them to her nose. Piss. It smelt like piss. The witch trembled in anger. The banyan had been right! There was no doubt about it!! Those girls, led by that fucking whore Sanjana, were out to thwart her!!!   A livid tight-lipped smile lit the witch’s face. Those girls had no idea what was coming for them. The witch cracked her knuckles as she broke out into a twisted megalomaniac laugh. Shit was about to get Real! ________________________________________________________________
“Oh My Godddd!!! It’s sooo fucking hot guys!! Can’t we just wait in the shade??”, Aishwarya bemoaned from the back of the group. After being kicked out of the old man’s house round midnight yesterday, the teens had been left to fend for themselves in the forests. They had decided on a direction and had been single-mindedly moving in that direction only since last night. All too quickly, the cold refreshing air of the midnight forest was replaced with the baking blistering pre-noon sun. The air was so humid that Aishwarya’s kurta was dripping, revealing the contours of the black sports bra that she had on underneath. Deeksha didn’t turn around or even respond to Aishwarya’s complaining. She had just one goal, just one, and that was to return to civilization as soon as possible. Since the group had set off last night, Deeksha had led the way, chopping through vines and dense shrubbery in pursuit of civilization. Deeksha’s mood hadn’t improved at all since last night, if anything, it had gotten worse. The blistering heat coupled with the intense humidity did little to help her cramps. To add to this, her bladder had begun to force its way into her list of priorities. Even though she had needed to go when Sanjana had given her speech, the urge had been backgrounded by her walking. When she had had to stand still however,  like that one time when Rohit made everyone hold up so he could take a frustratingly loud piss on a tree trunk, the urge would return,  rallying up against her defences with increasing strength. Unfortunately, over time, even the continuous walking wasn’t able to keep Deeksha’s bladder at bay. Her abdomen pained her as she walked over trunks and piles of sticks. From a distant concern in her mind, it had become a blaring siren, screaming warnings at her through the dull yet ever growing ache in her stomach. It was now almost 9:00 in the morning. The group had been walking since midnight and were exhausted. The sound of someone falling onto a bundle of branches behind made everyone turn back. Aishwarya had fainted and was sprawled on the ground. Lakshmi was already lifting her up and trying to give her some water.  Deeksha groaned a little too loudly in frustration; this was going to be a major setback for them!! Sanjana glared at her, annoyed, and began helping Aishwarya to her feet. The fainting of Aishwarya gave the group sufficient ammunition to demand a break. They gathered in the shade of a nearby tree, lit a small fire over which they repaired a small pot of watery tea, and distributed biscuits, chips and other edibles that they still had on them. Deeksha sat away from most of the group, incredibly irritated. She nibbled on a piece of bread that she’d found in her bag. She sipped on the black tea whilst wiggling her legs. She knew that the tea would only make her need worse, but she couldn’t help it. With every sip of the tea she took, the rocking cramps that had plagued her for the last two days seemed to diminish. Thus, sip by furtive sip, she continued to drink. As the cramps died down, she looked though her bag and counted. One…Two.  She cursed inwardly. She only had two pads left on her. She needed to reach civilization soon! As everyone finished their meal, Lakshmi , Aishwarya, and Sanjana went off to relieve themselves in a cluster of bushes.  Rohit and the other men of the group went off to another set of bushes in the opposite direction. Given Deeksha’s mood since yesterday, no one had even bothered to ask her if she wanted to accompany them, resulting in her sitting alone and by herself as her companions drained themselves with relief behind the bushes. Deeksha glanced from left to right furtively. Seeing that nobody was there, she stood up, clutching her bag close, and walked off to a bush in the distance to change her pad. Once she’d reached the shelter of the bush, she strung her bag up over a jutting branch. She reached into the purse and pulled out one of her two remaining pads. Deeksha lifted up her T-shirt, holding it underneath her chin as she began to unbuckle her belt. All of a sudden her stomach rumbled, cramping a bit familiarly. As Deeksha continued to struggle with her belt, the cramping intensified and she was force to cross her legs, locking her buttocks tightly. “This is so fucking embarrassing”, Deeksha though to herself as she continued to struggle. Her belt popped open with a clink. Deeksha sighed a little and pulled them down to her knees. In a semi-standing position, Deeksha fumbled around; tearing open the little white package she’d pulled out of her purse. The moment she finished up her womanly duties, an intense wave of desperation pulsed through her; the dull continuous aching of her bladder coupled with the tea-catalysed squeezing of her bowels nearly penetrated her defences. Deeksha quickly crossed her legs and standing up, began to pull up her jeans. There was no denying the urgency of her plight, even to herself. She knew that they may not, in fact most likely not, make it anywhere near civilisation soon. She knew that she might as well just relieve herself there; there was no shame in it! Her aversion to the concept welled up inside of her, rising pukishly in her throat. There was no way she would ever do that! “We meet again…” A voice rang out from the tree top. Deeksha’s eyes shot upwards, frantically scanning the countless branches for a sign of movement, while rapidly pulling up her jeans. A familiar woman stepped out from behind the tree. Deeksha’s heart began to patter wildly in her chest out of fright. It was her! It was the witch from the forest that day! The witch walked up to Deeksha and spoke, “I suppose you remember me? My encounter with your friend Aishwarya is still fresh in my mind!!” Deeksha stood hesitantly, paralyzed with fear. She began to slowly retreat, step by step, as the witch walked towards her. “Are you afraid of me?” the witch asked surprised. “Don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm.” Deeksha was caught off guard, “What do you mean?” The witch put her hand out and walked towards Deeksha. Without hesitation, without faltering, she strode closer and closer. Deeksha stumbled backward, only to find her back against a tree. The witch’s outstretched hand came closer and closer. Deeksha felt it touch her on the shoulder. For one second, for just one chaotic whirling second, Deeksha felt nauseated as a barrage of flying colours sounds noises and smells hit her as she raced past them. She could feel cities and oceans rushing past her; or rather, her rushing past them. In a blink of an eye, it was over.  She was standing in the middle of a large forest. Though not dense, it was far from scarce either. There was a shallow brook that bubbled its ways though the trees and grass. There were large endless stretches of fields in varying stages of cultivation. Less than 10 feet away stood a wide bright blue porta-potty. “Takes your breath away, doesn’t it??”, Deeksha  spun around to see the witch behind her. “W..What is this place? Where are we??” The witch laughed and replied, “Oh, don’t worry about that ! You’re somewhere far far away. That’s all that matters.” Deeksha’s heart raced in fright. “What do you want!???” “Me? Oh not just me. You have something that I want, and I have something that you want.” As she said this the witch looked in the direction of the porta-potty. Deeksha felt a cramp racing down through her. She was forced to try to cross her legs. As she did so she could feel the witch’s laughing eyes on her, mocking her. As Deeksha stood there, trying to keep her legs in the least conspicuous cross position, a small splash of pee seeped out of her, reminding her of the severity of her other need. The witch looked over at Deeksha and laughed lightly, “Need I say more?” As Deeksha struggled to stem the tide of her bladder, a tide that she had brutally marginalised for the last 14 hours, the rumbling of her stomach predicted the onset of another round of cramps. Deeksha was at her limit. She needed to go… and this outhouse was definitely her best option, unless it was utterly filthy inside or ….. As if reading her thoughts the witch spoke, “It’s not dirty at all. Come and see.” The witch began to walk towards the porta-potty, giving Deeksha a much needed reason to head to the outhouse without appearing to back down. “See”, the witch said, as she flung open the porta-potty door, revealing the pristine yet unsusual set up inside. The floor was tiled and a drainage pipe ran neatly through the spotless set up. But the only thing that caught Deeksha’s eyes were the two toilets, placed side by side.  She looked up at the witch and asked about the unusual setup but the witch just shrugged. This entire thing was suspicious to say the least. Given the things that had been happening to her friends, Deeksha was understandable precautious. However, a large rolling cramp, that began behind her bellybutton and seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into her and squeezing her colon viciously, crushed her suspicions under a colossal wave of desperation. Deeksha wasn’t an idiot. She knew that something was amiss. She racked her desperate mind for answers but could think of none. The rolling cramp was reaching its peak. Even with her legs tightly crossed, she didn’t’ think she’d be able to make it through this one unscathed. The sheer proximity of relief added to the urgency of her need. Deeksha shoved her suspicions to the side-lines as she hobbled past the witch into the porta-potty. Deeksha slammed the door shut behind her, and popped the latch shut. She flicked the T-shirt under her chin as she fumblingly began to try to unbuckle her belt. The moment the belt came off; Deeksha popped the button of her jeans open, and tore them down, along with her panty and pad,  to her knees as she simultaneously lowered into sitting on the toilet in the right side of the porta-potty. As she was falling onto the seat, she saw a figure out of the corner of her left eye. She spun to her left and was caught speechless when she saw the witch, still in full sari, sitting on the other toilet, right next to her. Deeksha jumped to her feet; already yanking her jeans back up as she looked at the latch on the door. It wasn’t broken, severed, or unhinged in any way. Deeksha stammered nervously, “How??..How did you get in here?”, The witch laughed. She flicked her fingers and a spark fizzed, “Magic :P “ Deeksha was in no mood for any of this. She had been seconds away from relieving herself but had somehow managed to stop the impending explosion as she stood up. She rushed towards the door, unbolted the lock, and pulled the door. It would not budge. Again and again she yanked on the door but it didn’t move. The witch gave yet another annoying laugh. “Where do you think you’re going Deeksha? I know how badly you need to go…It’s written all over your face. Before you do anything rash, let me ask you; do you have a change of clothes?” As the witch said this, Deeksha’s repeated pulling of the door weakened. She didn’t have any other clothes. She only had one more pad. An accident now would be the end of her. Her pants were a battleground right now. When she stood still the pressure from her neglected bladder became too much to bear, occasionally sending a squirt or two into her pad. When she walked around however, her bowels rumbled in protest, stirring into action like a sleeping shit-filled titan. All of a sudden Deeksha was pushed back by a wave of force. She was thrown backwards and knocked off her feet. She stumbled backwards falling down back onto the toilet. Deeksha instantly felt a rush of pressure course through her, pulsating downwards from the base of her ribcage to the tip of her pelvic bone. She felt her bowels stirring into action, ramming their contents against her sphincter muscles with all of their strength. Her bladder was filled to the point of distension, and its contents spurted into her pad in short quick squirts every couple of seconds. Deeksha tried to get up, but the same magical wave of force that had thrown her there forced her to remain seated. The amount of pressure inside of her was enormous! Deeksha felt as though she’d explode!! In the midst of all of this a lone tear rolled down the side of her face as she sobbed out in pain, “What do you want!???” The witch remained impassively sitting in full sari for a matter of seconds, as if she couldn’t hear Deeksha’s agonized pleas. After a matter of seconds, she replied “It’s simple I just need you to do something for me, and I’ll do something for you.” A loud rumble echoed around within the porta-potty as Deeksha’s bowels inched closer and closer to relief. She cried out, “WHAT??! Tell me!!!” The witch rose from the second toilet and stood tall. She reached under her sari, drawing the hem up till her knees as she rummaged around beneath the folds.  With a look of paramount concentration on her face, she slid her panties to the side, fumbled around a bit more, and finally pulled out a small glass vial with a rubber black stopper. The glass was wet to the touch and a lone hair hung onto it. “I want you to put this in Sanjana’s water bottle. You will see what happens to those who try to fuck up my plans!!” Deeksha’s face was a teary desperate mess as she nodded frantically. “Anything!! ANYthing!! Just go!! Please! Why are you doing this to me???” The witch feigned a look of shock. “Why ? Why what? I’m not doing anything to you! You should be thanking me. This….this whole thing, could have been so much worse. Would you wish to be humiliated in front of everyone like Lakshmi? Would you wish to soil yourself in the heat of the forest you came from? In front of everyone? With no water even to clean up, or pads to use? Can’t you see I’m giving you a choice? I swore that I would make you feel my pain and humiliation! Once I make a promise, not even my mother can make me turn back!! But I’m giving you a choice out of that. If you void yourself here, in my presence, and slip the contents of the vial into Sanjana’s water, I will consider you done. I promise you that I will not orchestrate or engineer any desperation for you. “ The witch bent down and began to hike up her sari, as if preparing for something. She hustled and bustled till she’d lifted her sari up to her knees.  With a confident step, she approached Deeksha, who was still sitting on the open toilet wearing her unbuttoned jeans, and biting her lips with clenched white-knuckled fists. The witch walked to the adjacent toilet and in a deft motion flicked her sari up to her waist as she sat down on the toilet. For just a second a dark triangle mass of thick black hair was visible before she sat and it was covered by her thigh. The witch leaned across the awkward foot that separated the two women and whispered, “I know what happened at that Priti Adviti Camp….” A shock ran across Deeksha’s troubled face.  She was well past her limit and half a muscle waver away from soiled panties and an unusable pad. The witch’s offer seemed good, tempting, and she was in half a mind to cooperate.  However there was some part of her that held back, that prevented her from relief in someone’s presence. The Witch’s knowledge of the camp however, changed everything. The Priti Adviti Camp was the single most traumatic experience Deeksha had ever undergone. I’s repercussions echoed till today. That Priti Adviti Camp was the reason that Deeksha couldn’t , or wouldn’t , use the bathroom outdoors in the forest. Deeksha’s hope wavered with the knowledge the witch held. Deeksha’s bladder wavered as well and sent yet another hot spurt gushing over Deeksha’s saturated pad. At that moment the witch released her stream into the toilet she was sitting on. In the silence, its splashing echoed around inside the porta-potty.  It was a loud ferocious pent up stream, gushing with power into the plastic bowl below.                                               That was the last straw for Deeksha. The first thing that happened was that Deeksha’s bladder completely and utterly gave way. The intermittent squirts became an arcing stream shooting away inside her jeans. Her bowels began to shove their load out of the exit. In one swift single move, Deeksha tore the unbuttoned jeans and the attached panties, down to her knees. The moment the jeans were out of the line of fire, Deeksha’s stream burst into the dry plastic bowl beneath her. In large spluttering drops, her bowels forcefully expunged themselves as the witch looked on amused. When the witch’s stream died out, Deeksha was still pissing strongly into the bowl. A foul smell had filled the porta-potty and the witch laughed coyly, “Deeksha, I’ll leave the vial here,” she placed it carefully onto a small ledge near the door, “Take it when you leave with the intent to do my will, and you will be absolved. Deeksha opened her mouth to ask a question from the toilet seat but a blink later the witch was gone. She sat silently in the porta-potty for a while more as she finished her business. The sounds of the pile in the plastic bowl slowly growing were echoed by the strange acoustics of the porta-potty. Deeksha washed herself thoroughly. Her pad was too far gone and she lamentfully threw it to the wastebin where it landed with a soft wet ‘squish’. She wore her last pad, mended her jeans the best she could, wore them and walked to the door. As she reached she looked at the vial sitting there. In one smooth deft motion, Deeksha scooped up the vial and tossed it into her purse. If she didn’t do this, her entire ordeal would have been in vain. She stormed out of the bathroom door and felt herself fall headfirst into a sea of nauseating sounds, colours, and sights, as she sped across the planet. Just as suddenly as it begun, it had ended. Deeksha looked down to find herself standing in the same bush enclave that she’d been in when the witch abducted her. She ran out back into the clearing where the group had been camped. Though Deeksha felt as if she’d been gone for nearly an hour, the tell tale patters of urine hitting soil and dry leaves from two bushes on either side of her, told her her comrades were still relieving themselves. ‘ Perhaps it was some of the witch’s magic’, Deeksha pondered. Deeksha quickly located Sanjana’s bag, pulled out her water bottle and emptied the contents into it. A split second later the girls emerged from the bushy hedge they’d been urinating behind. Deeksha leapt over to the spot where she’d been sitting before, and acted like nothing happened. <Shout out to RealDreamer :P> As the girls drew closer their voices became clearer. Deeksha could hear Lakshmi asking Aishwarya, “Hey Aishwarya. Weren’t you wearing cargoes before? How did you get this Salwar?” Aishwarya looked down at the salwar she was wearing and explained, “ You remember Shruthi? The old man’s daughter? When I entered their house she told me to change because cargoes would offend her grandmother.  She led me into this shady room behind the kitchen and left me in there to change. As I was changing I couldn’t help looking around, and there were some really creepy idols in that room..” “You don’t say”, Sanjana laughingly interrupted “ Their whole house was weird as shit” Aishwarya interjected, “ No I’m serious! This was even creepier…. There was a small statue of the witch reaching up under her dress and pulling out a vial or something…” Instantly Deeksha’s ears snapped to attention. Sanjana was grossed out, “ What??? Are you sure??? What does that mean?” Aishwarya responded, “After I’d changed, I was looking at the idols….. Shruthi walked in as I was looking at the one of the witch… I asked her what it meant and she told me….Remember Aparna , that story they told us at the house?” Everyone averted their eyes awkwardly and somebody grumbled “yeah….” Aishwarya continued, “ Well, It seems that after that …. Banyan incident….. she became a brewer of dark potions. She lured a housemaid of the queen to spike the queen’s wine with the contents of the vial. It turns out…. That the vial contained a fierce laxative, brewed and bonded to the witch’s heart. It was her child and she could control it as she saw fit. She orchestrated an …. An accident of the queen during a royal treaty meeting.. Needless to say the guests were enraged. The alliance fell apart and their kingdom found themselves alone in the wars that followed. Their house was wiped out.” A long silence followed in which Sanjana strode over to her bag and pulled out her water bottle. Deeksha’s heart beat faster and faster.  She knew that she should warn Sanjana but at the same time she didn’t wish to anger the witch. Deeksha forced herself to sit quietly. Sanjana voiced her opinions on Aishwaya’s story. “Fuck that!”, Sanjana said, as she lifted the water bottle to her lips and took a large large gulp.                                                     Deeksha averted her eyes in shameful glee.
The blistering heat of the midday jungle slowly faded away into the humid orange lull of the evening. The group of tired teens was sagging visibly, their shoulders drooping in exhaustion. Giant mosquitoes the size of ants began to swarm noisily in the air. Suddenly, from the front of the group Deeksha cried out in excitement, "Guys!!! IT's a ROAD!!"" Tired faces instantly gave way to hopeful enthusiasm. With a final reserve of energy, the group sprinted up to the top of the crest where Deeksha stood. Sure enough, there was a road, and a giant one at that. Stretching nearly 4 lanes in breadth, this was a highway, a national one most likely! They were saved!!! .... Or, so they thought. As it turned out, an average person driving on a remote stretch of land between two cities does not rank helping bedraggled teenagers highly on his priority list. The girls flailed their arms in vain. They shouted out when cars approached, but not one vehicle so much as slowed down to converse with them. About an hour and a thousand failed hitchhikes later, the sun was in its final throws. The sky began to blacken, slowly and dismally, illuminated only by the glowing cherry of the sun behind the horizon. Sanjana had been biting her lip and wiggling uncomfortably on the fringes of the group for quite some time. Clad in her skin tight denim jeans, Sanjana ’s tightly crossed legs were clearly framed, visible as daylight for everyone to see. Her face seemed locked in a state of unnatural exertion. Though no one had said anything about it, most of the girls had been noticing Sanjana ‘s predicament for quite some time. Nobody felt the need to speak to her or to ask her how she was. This was because it was her, after all, who had developed the “When in need relieve” mantra, so no one really broached the topic. But as the evening wore on, and Sanjana’s prerogative became embarrassingly visible, Lakshmi took it upon herself to sidle up next to Sanjana. Lakshmi whispered in a low voice, “Sanjana, ummmm… are you doing okay hun? Um.. Just wanted to tell you that you needn’t feel bad about… you know…..relieving yourself……with us around…..we do it too.. So, yeah…. Just thought I’d remind you: When in Need Relieve hun……” Sanjana shook her head softly and dejectedly, her face planted downwards as she whispered back, “Lakshmi, I .. I can’t relieve myself in front of you this time….this is….. different.” Sanjana lowered her voice further still and breathed, “I really need to take a dump…….” She whispered so soft it was barely audible. Lakshmi replied instantly, “So! All the more reason why you should relieve yourself now….Sure it might be a little bit weird because we’re there, but think how much worse things could be if you didn’t relieve yourself….nobody knows what that witch can do…” It took less than a split second for Sanjana to understand that what Lakshmi was saying was absolutely correct. She nodded her head as she wordlessly spoke, “True. But could you come with me? Please? Just to stand g..guard?” Lakshmi looked from side to side uneasily, “Umm… I don’t know if I…..” Sanjana spoke up, “Come on Lakshmi!!! Please!” Lakshmi reluctantly agreed, despite looking visibly uncomfortable about the whole thing. She turned towards the group and raised her pinky for the other girls to see. A raised pinky has one meaning in all of India. “Going to pee…” Deeksha and Aishwarya glanced over at Lakshmi, and at the writhing figure of Sanjana in the background, and nodded silently; a symbol of their recognition. But as Sanjana made haste for the bush on the wayside and Lakshmi gingerly followed her, a large bright green SETC bus swerved to the side of the road, cutting through lanes to pull to a grinding halt right in front of the stunned teenagers. A large swarthy hairy man clad only in a white vest hung out of the door and shouted, “Ey! MAdurai COImbatore SALEM….!!” Aishwarya and Deeksha instantly jumped onto the bus. Lakshmi spun around and leaped onto the bus. By the time Sanjana had conscientiously turned around, the bus was already beginning to pull away. Despite the shouting of the other girls in the bus, the vehicle continued away, increasing velocity. Sanjana clenched with all her might and sprinted after the bus, forgetting everything else. By an outsretched hand and a glimmer of hope, Sanjana was pulled onto the bus by a panting Lakshmi. The hairy and blissfuly ignorant bus conductor came, collected the money and gave us our tickets before ambling away. The moment Sanjana got her ticket in hand she plopped down onto the padded window seat on the left where she rocked back and forth slowly. A concerned Lakshmi dropped into the vacant seat next to her. “I’m so sorry !! Is everything .. under control?” Sanjana just shook her head dismally. Lakshmi noticed a solitary tear streak underneath her right eye. She heard Sanjana sniffling softly. “Oh there there…” Lakshmi cooed as she embraced Sanjana, cradling the latter’s head in her shoulders as Sanjana wept softly. “I .. I just can’t hold it any more” Sanjana sobbed softly, her face contorted in pain and grief. Lakshmi knew there was nothing that she could do for her, and though it pained her to admit this, it was Sanjana’s problem, not hers. And so, Lakshmi sat next to Sanjana and held her hand tightly, as Sanjana no doubt held her sphincter as the bus sped along towards Madurai. Edited January 7, 2017 by Ranganath (see edit history)
It was about 3:00 when the bus pulled in to Salem. It was to be the last stop before they got back to their home city tomorrow morning. Aishwarya and Deeksha had fallen to sleep and sat slumped, their heads lolling from side to side as the bus drove into the Salem bus stop.  Sanjana and Lakshmi however were still wide awake. Sanjana doubled over every so often when she felt an especially strong cramp in her stomach. Lakshmi sat beside her, holding her hand reassuringly. Whenever Sanjana thought she couldn’t hold it any more, Lakshmi would gently whisper into her ear, “ Don’t worry. You can relieve yourself as soon as we reach Salem. Don’t worry, don’t worry.” The moment the bus pulled into the station, Sanjana awkwardly wobbled out of the door. Rohit had also excused himself, for the purpose of using the bathroom. However, as he walked away from the bus and towards the bathrooms, he had something far more sinister on his mind. As Rohit recorded in his personal diary the next day: The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of  the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet.  At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette.  The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out.  I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! Sanjana soon returned to the bus and retook her seat next to Lakshmi. Lakshmi had been texting on her phone, but instantly put it down when she saw Sanjana returning. “Hey! How … how did it go?”, Lakshmi raised her eyebrow questioningly in a caring way. However, Sanjana’s silence very quickly told her that not all was okay. Lakshmi asked her if she was okay. Sanjana couldn’t help but shake her head slowly as her face tightened and the tears began to flow. In between sobs, Sanjana managed to whimper, “I went there, I squatted down, and … and I managed to pee… but nothing else.” Lakshmi looked baffled. “ What do you mean? You .. you did need to go didn’t you? Right?” Sanjana’s sobs grew slightly louder, “I do … I … I still need to. I just … couldn’t. I think … I think the witch has cursed me. I …I know for a fact that I’ll lose control almost as soon as … whatever spell this is is lifted…My belly feels like it’s going to explode” Lakshmi looked taken aback. She didn’t know what to do… or even what to say. She rubbed Sanjana’s back reassuringly as the bus took off onto the highway. It was 6:00 in the morning by the time that the group of weary travelers finally reached Chennai. They disembarked at the main bus stop, tired and filthy, but happy that their ordeal was over. For Sanjana however, the ordeal was far from over. She had not been able to empty her bowels for the last two days. She felt as if all of her waste was locked inside of her, and that whenever the key came about, it would come gushing forth in a fetid stream. She waddled painfully off the bus as her jolly classmates chatted . Aishwarya and Deeksha has been sleeping throughout much of the bus ride. They were happy and didn’t have any pressing concerns to flag their exceptionally high spirits. They got off the bus excitedly talking to each other. Deeksha invited Aishwarya over to her PG to smoke a joint with her. Aishwarya was extremely excited by the idea and instantly agreed. Deeksha was feeling bad for Lakshmi as well and subsequently invited her, Rohit, and Sanjana over as well. Sanjana turned down the offer immediately with a pained look on her face explaining that she wasn’t feeling well. Rohit also turned down the offer saying that he had a lot of work to do. So, Aishwarya, Lakshmi, and Deeksha made their way to the latter’s PG for a celebratory joint with which to mark the end of their ordeals. Sanjana meanwhile was on her way back to her hostel when Rohit approached her and tapped her on the back. “Hi … Sanjana. Don’t think I’m weird, but.. I think I know how to help you.”
It was a simple mission, go out kill a few templars, get back to the train. However, this wasn't the case for Miss Fuckin' Perfect. She would be in for the worst time of her life. Evie ripped the note from the assassination wall, a quick glance told her exactly where she need to be. She jumped the train around evening, the night had fallen early and she was grateful for it, as it meant she could pull up her hood and blend with the shadows. She hid in the alleyways, making sure to end a few blighters on the way over. The note had told her the precious piece of eden was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. She made her way well into the heart of the city, to push herself up against the wall. She looked out, knoticing there were quite a few templars roaming the area. Her gaze fell upon a nearby templar, who was quite restless. He was pacing back and forth, back and forth, almost jumping with each step he took. This got the young assassins curiosity and so she continued to watch him. "Fuck Jimmy, I've gotta go take a piss!" he complained, as he continued to bounce up and down. His companion laughed as he lit up a cigarette, "You heard what Miss Thorne said." He reminded him.  "I know that, but if I don't go. I'm gonna piss myself." "You wanna piss yourself and keep your balls intact," his friend smiled. Evie continued to watch, for some reason just watching him was sending her mixed feelings. The man was openly grabbing himself, moaning into the night as he did so. "Fuck! I can't take it no more. Watch my back!" He ordered and set about undoing his trousers. He only responce was a small grunt, he turned around, his trousers half open, to see his companion fall to the floor with a dull thud. "Fuckin' hell!" he choked out, as a hand reached up and covered his mouth. His lower regions grew warm and Evie knew he'd let himself go, whether through panic or just knowing that it was the end for him. Evie gave no thought to the matter as she sliced his neck with her hidden blade, while the man was in mid piss. She let him drop to the floor in a mix of blood and piss. The next templars were easy to dispatch, as they were all split up rather nicely. She finished the last with a throwing knife and headed for the door. She stopped dead as the door flew open and out stepped another templar, Evie was now hidden out of sight, watching as the man sighed in relief, his piss hitting the ground making quite the puddle. The young assassin sprung forth and ended him instantly. He too dropped with a dull thud.  After everyone had been taken care of, Evie headed inside. She used her eagle vision to locate the chest in a room downstairs. However, the room wasn;t at all guarded and she wondered if the security had been outside only. That would have been the reason her guards weren't allowed to take breaks. She shrugged it off and reached for the door handle, her instincts went crazy as soon as she threw the door open. There was a trap waiting for her and she hadn't bothered to check properly. She turned on her heel quickly, but she just wasn;t quick enough. The force of the blast, threw her into the wall opposite, rendering her unconcious. When she finally came to, she could feel herself sitting on a chair. No, tied to a chair. She lifted her heavy head, blinking her eyes to try and clear them of blood and dizzyness, just as a hand grabbed a handful of her hair, to force her head back. "i see you're finally awake," a familiar cocky voice called to her. "Lucy Thorne!" The younger woman hissed, as her head was yanked back harder. "You won't get away with this." "Won't I?" she asked, with a sneer. "We shall soon see." Evie's head was then released in the most forceful way. She lifted it to look at the red head across from her. "I have something planned for you, my dear." Evie swollowed as Lucy headed her way, a thin cane in hand.She brought it down with a sharp crack on the younger womans leg, frowning when the assassin didn't give her what she wanted, instead Evie just breathed through her clenched teeth. "You will surrender to me, one way or another." The red head ordered, as she cracked the cane again. Evie hissed at the pain, but refused to give in. Lucy struck again and again, until satified when the younger woman finally screamed. Evie hung her head in defeat, while Lucy pulled it back up to look in her eyes. "There's a good girl!" She cooed, as Evie spat at her. Lucy pushed her away from her, so she could wipe her face. Evie didn't bother to look at her, as a gloved hand struck her hard across the face. She pulled back with a sharp hiss and kept her head down. "I was going to let you have something, but now I changed my mind." Lucy informed her. "All of you out!" Evie lifted her head slightly to watch them all go, including Lucy herself. She was glad to be left alone, as her mind raced frantically to get her out of there. She looked all around her, searching for something, anything to help in her escape, but just came up blank. She sighed and slumped back, waiting for Lucy to make her next move. ............... Evie awoke the next day, her mouth dry. She needed water, her mouth was as dry as the desert. She lifted her head to see a woman on guard outside. She called out, but with her mouth being dry it was quite the task. "I....need....wa...ter!" she called. The woman either didn't hear or just didn't care. Evie slumped back and waited. Lucy didn't turn up until later in the day, she had the door unlock for her and headed inside.  "Miss Frye," she smirked, looking down on the younger woman. Evie didn't bother to look at her, just looked at the floor. Lucy reached out for her chin, grabbing it roughly she raised Evie's head for her. "I called to you. I would like an answer." Evie looked away from her, making Lucy shake her. "Lost your voice, have we?" "Ne...ed...wa....ter" "Need what?" Lucy teased, as she looked to her guards. "Give her what she wants." One of her woman blighters walked over, carrying a jug in hand. Lucy grabbed her captives hair this time, forcing her head back.  "Give it to her!" Lucy snapped, as she pulled the assassins mouth open. "Yes, Miss!" The woman replied shakily, as she hold the jug over the strugling assassin. Lucy watched with delight as Evie was forced to drink the fluid, choking ever so often, but still managing to keep swollowing. After the jug was empty, the blighter made her way back, leaving Lucy to stroke Evies lightly freckled cheek. "You stubborn little girl, you just won't end your silly little search." Evie glared at her, before her head was once again forced forwards. "I will see you again tomorrow, my dear!" she teased, as she headed out. "Goodbye!" Evie pulled hard on her restraints, but it got her no where, just sore bloody wrists. "Come on, Evie! Think!" She tried time and time again to think of a way out of this mess, but each time she came up blank. She slumped herself into the chair with a loud groan. The familiar feeling in her body, made her feel ten times worse. She knew no one was going to help her out and she'd be forever humiliated if Thorne found her like that. She tried and tried desperatly to pull herself free of the chair, but it wasn;t going to happen. Her ankles were also tied to the legs of the chair, so there was no way for her to move them freely. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" She cursed, as she finally tired herself out. The only thing she had to do now was to wait until tomorrow. However, that was really starting to prove difficult, as the amount of water drank along with the hours she'd been left, were really starting to show. She rocked hersefl back and forth to try and ease her suffering, it was no use the urges were getting stronger. She brought her thighs together, but that wasn;t helping either and now to make matters worse, Lucy was back down again, watching her squirm. "Let me go or so help me!" She threatened, watching as the smirk on the templars face never budged. "Or you'll do what, piss on me!" She laughed, in her cruel mocking tone. "You're in quite the predicament. Aren't you, Miss Frye?" Evie turned away with a look of disgust and embarrassment. "Aw, don't pout." Lucy sighed, as she made her way over. Evie kept her gaze away, as the red head grabbed her chin again and forced her to look at her once more.  "Look at me!" she ordered, but Evie did no such thing. "Very well, carry on playing hard to get." Evie turned her head the other way, a sharp gasp escaping her lips when she felt a hand touch her between the legs. She turned sharply to face the templar, who was now on her knees in front of her, a hand softly stroking her now. "What are you doing?" she hissed, looking to the hand between her legs, then back to the red head. "Just having a little fun with you, Miss Frye, before we part company." Evie thrashed about wildly, making Lucy pull away. "Come in here now!" Lucy demanded, as a brute made his way over to her. "Yes, my lady?" he asked. "Stand at the back of her and hold her down!" "Yes, miss!" Evie's eyes widened in shock as the brute circled her to place his large hands on her shoulders. She tryed to move again but was restricted now. Pleased with her decision, Lucy pulled the glove from her hand and reached out to touch the younger womans swollen bladder. Evie desperatly held back the tears that threatened to fall, at the torture she was receiving. She bit her bottom lip hard, drawing blood, when Lucy pushed on her. She held it back as best she could, but found herself weakening. "Stubborn til the end I see, Miss Frye!" Lucy sneered, as she slipped off her other glove to started rubbing between the younger womans legs. Evie held back moans of discomfort and pleasure, Lucy watched loving every moment of the pthers agony. "I'll.....kill.....you!" Evie stammered, glaring at Lucy through water filled eyes. The templar just smirked and carried on rubbing her, making the young woman throw back her head in bliss as she came and pissed at the same time. After the wave pf pleasure passed, leaving her to feel her trousers dampening at her own waste, she could no longer hold back the tears. Lucy smiled and stood, watching the young woman now break down in a fit of tears. "Come now, Miss Frye. Don't tell me that wasn't enjoyable?" she asked, as she put her gloves back on. Evie continued to sob as her stream starting to slow, the warm soggy wetness felt horrible against her skin. Her own water was still pouring off the chair, to form a puddle by her feet. Her boots had taken a lot of the damgae as well, with it unable to escape, making it sit in the bottom, soaking her socks. The room was silent all for the sound of dropplets hitting the water below as well as Evie's sniffles. She felt so dirty, so wrong, sheknew she'd never forget a thing like this ever in her life. "Alright, now that that is done with, it's time we head back. Goodnight, Miss Frye." Lucy waved. Evie sat looking down at herself, her urine was cooling now and was feeling really uncomfortable. She hung her head and wished that her brother would come find her and take her home, she was cold, misreable and wet. She felt her eye lids grow heavy and let sleep take a hold of her. She could hear yelling and banging going off in her dream, but wait it wasn;t her dream it was real. She opened her eyes to a familiar voice. "I'm here, Evie!" Jacob called to her, making her tears start to fall once again. Her brother had a habit of ruining her plans, but right now she was so relived to see him. "Jacob!" she sobbed, as her twin pulled her into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Evie!" he told her. "Why?" she questioned, sniffling once again. "For letting this happen to you," he explained. She looked down at herself and started once again. "I never want this to happen again!" She sobbed, as Jacob comforted her again. He took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, she'd refused at first, with her being all wet, but he insisted. He helped her out into the crisp night sky, she was glad of the time of day to cover up her embarrassment. She rested her head on her brothers shoulder, up until he put her in a carriage. The female Rooks looked on, wondering if they could lend a hand. Jacob allowed them. He took her back to the train and helped her to undress, she slipped her nightgown on over her underwear to then slip of her wet underclothes. Jacob helped her into bed and stroked back her hair, before sitting down in the armchair to watch over her for the rest of the night.
Spoiler Alert: Fullmetal Alchemist spoilers. Episode 24 of Brotherhood, Chapter 50 of the manga. --------------------- The streets and buildings of Central passed the black car by as it drove through the city, one of its command posts the destination. Sitting in the passenger seat was Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, in her full blue military uniform. “Are you sure about this, sir,” she asked to the driver, her superior, Colonel Roy Mustang, the same uniform with a higher rank adornment clothing his body. “We don't have a choice, Lieutenant. If Fuhrer Bradley really is a homunculus, something must be done. And taking on the entire Amestrian government and military isn't something I can do on my own. I need the assistance of other high-ranking officers to stand a chance.” Mustang had a plan to overthrow the Fuhrer after the Elrics' adventures had revealed his secret as a homunculus, to free the country and take his position, but he needed help. That's why he was driving to Central Command, to meet with Lieutenant General Raven. Hawkeye was silent for a few seconds, only the engine running to fill the void. Finally, she sighed sadly, and replied to the Colonel. “I know you and Brigadier General Hughes were close, but you don't need to go so far to avenge his death. You have others under your charge that you have to watch out for.” “Hughes said that corruption was closing in, and it's starting from the top. I can't sit by while that happens, not when Hughes died to find it.” The car came to a halt as it parked on the curb in front of the gate, Mustang stepped out and Hawkeye followed, both slamming the door behind them. “Wait out here for my return, Lieutenant.” That was a shock for Hawkeye to hear. “Sir, with all due respect, I'm coming with you.” “No. Any number of things could happen to me while I'm in there, I need you somewhere else as a contingency. If I haven't returned in the hour, leave. And don't tell the Elrics about this, they'd do something stupid if they knew.” Hawkeye closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes, they would, sir. Not unlike a certain Colonel. Very well, I'll stand guard.” She took position, standing at attention to the side of the entrance gate. Mustang began confidently walking through the open fence, until his subordinate stopped him with another statement. “Just remember, you don't need to protect me. I vowed to follow you, no matter the danger.” Mustang didn't respond for a few seconds. “I know,” he eventually replied and resumed walking, more somberly this time. He disappeared from sight as the mechanical whirring of the elevator up to the building. So now Hawkeye was alone, save for the common passerby that paid her no mind. She stood straight with her back to the wall, watching everything that crossed her sight, ready to respond to any threat. And while she had incredible focus, she had earned the nickname “Hawk's Eye”, she was also able to think about other things, at least until combat began. As such, she was dwelling on other matters. Normally, she'd be contemplating the nature of her relationship with her superior officer. Not like that, it's just that the two had long history together, both of them occupied a large part of each other's self. Now that there an uprising coming that affected and would decide the fate of Amestris, it was only natural to be worried. And she was, Mustang would be on the front lines of the coming fight, any number of terrible things could happen to him. But that's not what Hawkeye was thinking about now. Instead, her musings were occupied by a different dilemma, a physical, bodily one. The type that manifested and lingered just below her stomach, the kind that meant horrible things if she couldn't move. “Now I need to relieve myself,” she whispered, with a hint of disdain. Still, she stood perfectly upright with a blank face, keeping her discomfort to herself. The Lieutenant was, unsurprisingly, incredibly good at holding her urine. She was trained and practiced, she was a sniper in the Ishvalan War, a job that necessitated laying perfectly still for very long periods of time. Not that it was mandatory for her to hold it, the duty came first so wetting herself was unavoidable sometimes, but she tried her best and it strengthened her bladder considerably. Even disregarding that larger than average capacity, she was military, she knew how to hide pain. A filling bladder would be nothing. A filling bladder should be nothing. So why was Hawkeye's boot twitching against the concrete sidewalk? “How much am I holding,” she muttered again, cautious to keep her volume out of earshot. If it was bothering her, it couldn't be a negligible volume, she shouldn't be feeling it unless it was a substantial amount. She usually took her breaks at designated intervals before her body could bother her about it. This was bad. “Keep it together, Riza. The Colonel said he'd return within the hour, surely you're capable of waiting that long.” Of course, one hour (plus the drive back) would be well within Hawkeye's ability, she just had to trust the Colonel's punctuality. Maybe it wouldn't be enjoyable, but that was the occupational hazard. Still, no amount of reassurance changed the fact of the matter, which was that Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye needed to pee quite badly, so much so that her movements were starting to give her away, and she had nowhere to go. Right now, it was nothing more than a little foot twitching, but it would only get more obvious with time, she knew from past experience. It was easier to keep still in a horizontal position, when the sum of all drinks weren't pressing against the drain that would release them, but she couldn't very well lie down now. For the time being, it felt like a cramp below her stomach, another feeling she was used to by now, uncomfortable and tempting Hawkeye to release it. Even with her legs pressed together, as standing at attention does, it was irritating. The thought briefly crossed her mind of using a hand to help, but she threw the idea away instantly. Her hands would stay firm at her side, where they could grab her gun at a moment's notice. She was an adult, she would remain stoic until a restroom was available in an hour or so. --------------------- Well, at least an hour had gone by, and Hawkeye was still standing guard the same as before. And to say her condition had worsened would be a bit of an understatement. She was still standing tall, letting nothing show, but the pain inside was quite bad now. The worst her movements were getting was a little thigh-rubbing, which wasn't doing much to keep the pressure down. Subtle movements were able to conceal themselves beneath the loose clothing she wore, but she had to consciously remain within that slim margin. Her pants were large, so little leg motions could work within the leg, and some shaking could be excused as wind. And Hawkeye was taking advantage of that, the only remotely secret thing she could do now. “...This is getting a lot worse,” she mused as she continued to dance just that little bit. “What is taking the Colonel so long?” Mustang discussing a coup could very easily get him into hot water where he wasn't providing the fire, any number of horrible things could be happening to him inside that building. At any other time, the Lieutenant would be worried for her superior's safety, but now she was just irritated she was being kept from the bathroom. It had to be closing in on red alert level, because she was no longer focused on holding, but instead how best to relieve herself now. Clearly, the best and most obvious option would be to enter the command center she was guarding, it wouldn't take long and it wasn't far, just a ride up the elevator, but there was the increasingly real chance that something bad had just happened inside those walls. If she entered, she might be subjected to the same thing. She could use another building's toilet, but everything close to nearby was private residence, it would be an abuse of authority to forcibly enter for a stupid reason like that. Businesses were further away, to far to walk and she didn't have keys to the car, not that she would abandon her post (that far away) anyway. Hawkeye wasn't a diehard follower of orders, she would disobey if it was necessary, but she didn't consider this a suitable emergency, even if it was a type of emergency. That left Hawkeye with one final option: not using an actual bathroom. Right across the street from where she was standing were dark alleys, that could work. But people were passing by it all the time, there was a high chance she'd be caught. On top of it being embarrassing, public urination was a crime, she'd be reported for sure. And she'd scold her dog Hayate for peeing where he wasn't supposed to, she wasn't a hypocrite. “No! Why are you even considering this,” she reprimanded. “You are an adult and a member of the military, you will act accordingly and wait.” She had resolve, no doubt about that, but she was getting closer to her limits. Without even realizing it, she had pressed her legs tightly together, rhythmically standing on her toes, back to flat on her feet. It was incredible, she was trying so hard not to be obvious about how direly she needed to pee, it circled back around and became unmistakably clear. Now aware of it, she stood perfectly straight again, but the sweat forming on her face and the waves crashing in her bladder were sending a perfect message; unless she did something about this now, her hair wouldn't be the only thing yellow on her. Just then, a large figure began approaching from the corner of her eye, so large that she knew it could only be one as she turned her head to look. Major Armstrong was walking towards the entrance to report for duty, nodding at Hawkeye as he passed. “Good day, Lieutenant.” She tried, she really did, to salute the Major, but she couldn't move her arm up, like it was paralyzed. Even with his less than stellar people skills, Armstrong still picked up that something was off. “Is something bothering you, Lieutenant?” This was it, do or die, Hawkeye had to do something if she wanted to avoid an accident. “Could you please stand in for me for a minute? I need a restroom break.” “But of course! It is the duty of all officers to assist others in time of need...” He was probably going to continue his speech (while removing his shirt), so Hawkeye walked away stiffly, stepping onto the elevator and slamming the up button. The platform began ascending, thankfully with only Hawkeye on it, allowing her to finally give in and grab her crotch fully and openly. She pressed her legs together, not that they had been apart much for a while, had both hands between them, and bounced on either her heels or knees, one at a time. Now she had to wait for the elevator to reach its apex, and she couldn't do anything but dance and hope it would be enough. And now that she was doing everything in her power to hold, it was really sending the message to her body that she was on the edge, because now her body was giving in. Spurts and leaks were dripping into her underwear, slowly but still happening. “Gotta hurry, need to pee, come on, reach the top already.” Finally, the destination was reached, and Hawkeye tried her best to straighten herself out. She didn't entirely succeed, but the path to the Central Command building was pretty empty, so no one to see her. Unfortunately, the walk was also long, a lot longer than she remembered. She couldn't help it, she whimpered at the sight, but still trekked forward. The bushes, trees, and grass were really looking tempting, but she resisted and kept the front doors her destination. Somehow, she made it to the building okay, but getting wetter. She wasn't even attempting to remain subtle any more, the full holding now necessary to not wet herself. Thankfully she knew this building's layout very well, a right turn as soon as she entered, women's restroom on the left, an open stall, and she locked the door behind her. If anyone saw and looked at her funny, she didn't notice in her haste. Now, she just needed to pull her pants down, which would no doubt be the hardest part. She could see the toilet directly in front of her, she was only a foot away, but she couldn't do it yet. Both her hands shot from her crotch to the waist of her pants to remove them, fumbling with the clasp holding the dress bottom of her jacket on. She'd love to just lift it up and yank down her pants, but the belt was keeping both pieces up, so it needed to come down. “This would be so much easier if the uniform was a miniskirt,” she growled. Her hands weren't shaking, she was a sniper after all, but she was still having a hard time amidst the distraction. Just then, she got it undone, but right that second, she lost it. Completely. Her bladder couldn't take the fullness any longer and began emptying its contents into her clothing. A new fire in her movements, she threw the dress to the floor behind her, pivoted to face the stall door, ripped her pants and no longer white panties to her ankles, and sat down before the free-flowing stream could do much damage. All that was left was the incredibly loud sound of her little waterfall pouring into the toilet bowl, leaving Hawkeye's mouth agape as every ounce of pain left her body, leaving her panting from the effort of making it that far. As great as it felt, she only had one word to say in response. “Better...” There really wasn't anything else to say, that breathy statement said everything. But she couldn't very well do nothing but wait as her release was hitting the minute mark, so now that she was free from the throes of relief, she started looking over the mess made before she got to the toilet. The little puddles on the floor were nothing to worry about, some toilet paper would take care of that, it was the substantial amount soaked into her pants that worried her. Her panties were soaked, that wasn't the article of clothes that were the problem. The pants were also wet between the legs to halfway down the thighs, the lighter blue color dyed a dark color, unmistakable what could have caused it. She probably couldn't get away with claiming a spilled drink was the cause, especially with some on the rear of the dress too. Close to two minutes after it began, Hawkeye had nothing more to give, her pee lowering to a trickle before stopping completely. She grabbed a few squares of paper to wipe herself, and extras to clean everything else a little, when the roll ran out with only a little more in her hand. “This is all I get?” Not nearly enough to dry her clothes a little, she resigned it to the more immediate drops on the floor, pulled her still wet pants back up as she stood, and clasped her dress back on where it belonged. It wasn't comfortable, but if she had to be stuck in wet clothes, she wouldn't try to hide them like a kid, she'd stand and face the punishment. Washing her hands and at least attempting a quick exterior drying with some paper towels, Hawkeye left the restroom and exited the building, beginning the long return walk to her post. Once again, she didn't notice if someone else saw her, not when she was briskly shuffling back to lessen the shame. The lot in front of Central Command was just as empty as the first time, as was the elevator, giving Hawkeye the chance to brush her hair with her hands to restore it from the slight disheveling it got in the earlier rush. The platform was almost at the bottom, now the Lieutenant could see the Major where she left him, and he was talking with the Colonel, who it appeared returned while she was on leave. Both of them looked at the approaching elevator, their gazes meeting. “Where were you, Lieutenant,” Mustang asked. “Sorry, sir,” Hawkeye replied in her usual professionalism, like she wasn't standing with a wet patch on her pants. “I asked the Major to cover for me while I took a latrine break.” Mustang looked her over. “Appears that's the truth. We'll have to make an extra stop at your apartment to allow you to retrieve another uniform.” “Thank you, sir.” It sounded just as normal as anything else she said, but she was thankful he was understanding. The loud humming of the elevator increased, as it drew near carrying another passenger. Hawkeye didn't even notice it went back up. “Get in the car, Lieutenant. Before you're seen like this.” She nodded and slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind her just as the elevator's cargo exited, a low-ranking officer approaching Mustang while looking around. The two exchanged a few sentences, inaudible through the car door, ending with the Colonel being handed an envelope. He nodded and strolled to the driver's side, opening the door and sitting down. He tossed the envelope into his subordinate's lap. “He had a letter for you.” She picked up the package and turned it in her hands to open it, but stopped. Whatever it was to worry about, it could wait until she had a clean uniform on.
A/N: I like Takumi. The first time Takumi was taken hostage, he felt like a complete idiot. He should have been able to see the trap coming, and he should have been able to fight his way out, but he hadn't done either, and now he was trapped and without weapons, with no idea how he was going to get out of here. His only hope was to wait for rescue, which meant hoping that Hinata and Oboro could figure out where he had been taken, and that, if they could not rescue him on their own, that they would be able to get reinforcements quickly enough. It wasn't a surprise that he was a desirable target; any member of the Hoshidan royal family would be, but he had never thought anyone would be stupid enough to target him when his skills on the battlefield were so well known. But then, he had been captured anyway, so who was the real stupid one in the situation? He really felt like such an idiot, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it now but sit and wait. After a few moments, however, he felt a small pang in his lower abdomen and mentally cursed himself. Of course he would only just now realize that he hadn't relieved himself in quite some time, and of course only just now would that need make itself known to him. He wasn't going to let it get to him, though, and he pushed it out of mind, telling himself that it was nothing worth worrying about right now. That remained true, for a time. A slight discomfort like that could be ignored, even with such little to do to take his mind off of it, but it did not remain a slight discomfort, and when he felt the pangs coming more frequently, he groaned. Under normal circumstances, this would be the point where he would go off to relieve himself, but because there were not normal circumstances, he would have to wait. The thought of pissing in the corner of his cell occurred to him, but he was a prince, and he would not be caught dead doing something like that. He couldn't imagine what would be said about him if word somehow got out. And besides, just because this would be the point where he would go if he had the luxury did not mean that he couldn't hold it for longer. He was more than just a prince, and there had been situations on the battlefield where he had had to wait well beyond this point. It had never gotten to be so bad that he had lost control, and even if he had had a few close calls in the past, he had been young then. He was confident that he would be strong enough to last until help arrived, and past that if there was a battle upon his escape. Nodding to himself, Takumi decided to pass the time by thinking about the potential battles he might have to face afterward. If he was not given a weapon upon being rescued, he would have to focus on avoiding attacks and aiding his allies in other ways, and if he was given one, there was no telling what it would be. He was just beginning to imagine himself trying out weapons he had nearly no experience with when his bladder gave such a sharp spasm that he actually gasped. This was getting very bad, very quickly, and he clenched a fist. His bladder was aching by now, but he couldn't allow himself to let it get beyond a point he could manage. No matter how desperate he became, he would have to hold it for a while yet; there was simply no other option. Taking deep breaths, he calmed himself, because no matter what happened, there was no way in hell that he was going to let his bladder defeat him. He could only take so many humiliations in one day, after all, and being captured was more than enough. Once again, he managed to regain his confidence, but only for a short time, and then he was overcome with pain from his bladder again. There was a constant throbbing due to the fact that it was much fuller than he normally allowed, and even for all his insistence that he had suffered through worse, he was beginning to have his doubts. Takumi needed to get out of here quickly, or else there would be no choice for him but to do the unthinkable and actually piss in his cell. Whatever the case, sitting down was adding too much pressure to his bladder, and he slowly stood up, wincing a bit as he did, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. It was getting so bad that he could hardly stand it, and he made a quiet noise of frustration. He really, really needed to piss, and he really wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this. Takumi hesitated before crossing his legs, hoping that nobody would ever see how low his desperation had caused him to sink. He could not even stand still, squirming pathetically and praying that he would be able to get this back under control before he was rescued or before one of his captors came to speak with him. It would just be too much for him if he had to share this humiliation with anyone else, especially when he was already feeling so stupid for being taken captive in the first place. He bounced up and down at the knee, his bladder's throbbing only growing worse even as he did what he could to slow it down. But there was nothing that could be done, and he felt himself begin to panic. So many times, he felt as if he were going to lose control at any second, and did what he could to stop that, tensing up as much as he could and putting forth all of his effort into just holding it for a little while longer. His bladder hurt so badly that he felt as though he could cry, not that he would allow himself to. He grabbed himself through his clothes for a moment, just to stop what he felt like was going to be a leak, but when he removed his hand, it did not take long for him to be overcome with the same feeling, and his hand was between his legs again. It was the single most humiliating thing he could think of to do, but it made him feel just a little bit more stable, and he was willing to do anything to get this back under control. But the longer he tried, the more it seemed like this was entirely out of his control, and when he found himself using both hands, he knew that he had no choice. Takumi knew that he was going to piss himself if he didn't do something about this, and that meant that he was going to have to give in and do it here, in his cell. He was trembling from his desperation and in so much pain that he could not even bring himself to care about how humiliating it was, just so that he would be able to relieve himself at last. And he had been so distracted by his own need and by convincing himself that he would have to do that that he did not hear anything to alert him that he wasn't alone, and so that was how Oboro and Hinata caught him doubled over, with both hands between his legs. They both came running at his cell, yelling for him before stopping short and falling silent when they saw the state he was in, neither one knowing exactly how to address the situation. Takumi looked up at them in horror, the realization dawning on him that this was the absolute worst outcome for the situation. Not only had somebody seen him at his most vulnerable moment, but it was the two people he spent the most time with, two people who idolized him, but would probably not anymore. “What's wrong?” Hinata blurted out, his flushed cheeks giving away the fact that he knew, he just didn't know what to say. “Don't be an idiot! Isn't it obvious that...” Oboro trailed off, blushing as she realized she would not be doing Takumi any favors to say it out loud. “A-anyway, we'll get you out of there in no time!” He wanted to tell them not to bother, to just go away for a minute and give him some privacy because there was no way in hell that he would be able to make it until they had found a way to destroy the lock, but words failed him and all that came out of his mouth was a strangled, broken whimper as he finally reached his limit. His hands dropped to his sides, and he looked away from them to hide the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His bladder had been stretched beyond normal capacity, and though the hot piss rushed out of him quickly, soaking through his clothing completely, it went on for nearly a full minute. The hiss of liquid hitting the floor echoed through the prison, made all the more loud by the fact that no one was saying a word. A puddle began to spread at his feet, and by the time the stream trickled to a stop, it had spread quite a bit, and was honestly impressive in size. There was a dull ache from his sore bladder to remind him that just a moment ago, he had been holding all of that in, and he was surprised that he had even been able to contain so much. It really wasn't any surprise that it had had to come out, but that did not make it any less horrifying that it had happened, and in front of Hinata and Oboro and no less. He never wanted to face them again, for the rest of his natural life, but there they were, a few feet away and staring at him in disbelief. When he did look up at them, they both looked away, as if trying to give him some privacy, something that would have been a lot more useful before he had pissed himself. “I...I'm sorry you had to see that,” he said at last, not sure how he was supposed to approach this. “I'm sure that was very...uncomfortable for the both of you. I shouldn't have disgraced myself like that, and to think that a member of the royal family would...would...” He blinked back tears, his voice wavering. “Oh, no, no,” said Hinata, waving a hand like it was nothing. He was still blushing furiously, however. “No, it's not your fault! You were trapped here for a really long time, and we should have gotten here way sooner!” “Exactly,” agreed Oboro, her tone just a little too bright. Of course, she was still blushing as well, and it was clear that they were both hiding their own embarrassment to try and cheer him up. “If we had gotten here sooner this never would have happened, and it's not your fault at all.” “I don't know how you made it this long, even,” Hinata went on. “I mean, I probably would have-” “Cut it out!” she interrupted, her face reddening even more. “Nobody needs to hear that, okay?” They went on like this for a little bit longer, both insisting that it was fine, that it wasn't his fault, that this didn't change their opinion of him and that he was still so cool, that they both wished they could have done something more, and Takumi stood there, his soaked clothes going cold. He was still so humiliated that he could hardly stand it, and he doubted he would ever truly get over the humiliation he had faced, and he was still incredibly uncomfortable to be standing in a puddle he had made while his retainers rambled on in front of him, but he couldn't deny that their words did make him feel a bit better. They got to work at the lock, and he mumbled his thanks, hoping that they knew that he was thanking them for more than just the rescue. Finally, he was free, and even if it was a little late, it was better late than never and he was still glad to be making his way home safely. And he was grateful, at the very least, that his clothes were dark, and that by the time he had made it home, he would have dried enough that any remaining evidence of the incident would not be visible to anyone who didn't know to look for it.
It was a Tuesday night following a Smackdown taping, and Sheamus was out with Roman Reigns, celebrating and getting drinks from fans. They couldn't drink everything they were bought, but they were both drunk. They had decided to stop at a small, out-of-the-way place far from the arena, so they weren't inundated with fans, and the few who were around were pleasant. They took few pics once they'd had their photo ops. If they called anyone who cared to show up for a peek, the bar would probably be closed by the time they arrived. Sheamus had to go potty, but so far Roman wouldn't let him. He claimed it was better to wait, because once a guy went, the seal was broken. He tried to take a sip off the glass of beer that had been set before him, but it went straight to his bladder. He tugged at Roman's coat sleeve. “I can't stand it anymore, I need to go potty now,” he whispered urgently. Roman looked over at Sheamus squirming as discretely as he could, and felt his own close-to-bursting bladder twinge. He kept a straight face though, and nodded. “Yes, let's go to the restroom.” They excused themselves from their fans. Sheamus followed Roman to the men's room. Roman looked stoic and cool, but Sheamus picked up something tight in his walk, and slightly hunched in his posture. Big brother had to go potty, too. Roman only lost his cool briefly, when he tried the door handle and found it locked. He winced, and knocked sharply on the door. Sheamus had already lost his cool, he was shifting his weight from foot to foot in an embarrassing potty dance. “I'm going to wee myself!” He told big brother Roman. In sheer seconds, he would. Roman tried the door handle on the ladies' room, and it opened. He hurried inside, already undoing his black cargo pants. Sheamus rushed in behind him, raking down his jeans, but Roman had already claimed the toilet. Sheamus whimpered, and big brother moved over to make room for him to wee, too. “I'm sorry, lil bro,” Roman apologized. “I couldn't wait one more second.” “Neither could I,” Sheamus said. “Better make this one count. No more stopping until we get to the hotel.” Sheamus realized he'd leaked a little in his pale blue jeans on the way to the toilet. Since he wasn't wearing anything underneath, the wet spot was very obvious. He blushed and turned away from the big guy, who was amazingly still weeing. There weren't any paper towels in the restroom, only a roller towel, hung high. Even if it hadn't been hung high, he wouldn't have tried to dry his jeans on it. He took a handful of toilet paper instead and tried to lessen the damage. But, alas, it was hopeless. Big brother finally finished weeing, and noticed little brother's little accident. He gave Sheamus a quick snug. “It's okay, bro, you can wear my coat.” Roman took of his leather coat, and Sheamus shed his Adidas hoodie. They traded, and the leather was long enough to hide the accident. Sheamus hugged him. “Thanks, bro.” Roman squeezed him back. “Let's get out of here.” They left the restroom, then the bar. Out in the parking lot, Roman grabbed Sheamus's bag from the trunk of their rental car and handed it to him. It was his big traveling bag, not the small gym bag he'd grabbed before the show, and in which he'd forgotten to pack pants. Sheamus unzipped the big bag and dug up a pair of bright green briefs with black waistband and y-front details. Roman smiled, they were sexy on his guy. “You're not going to go potty in those, right?” Sheamus gave him a sassy grin. “I'll try not to.” “Good boy.” Roman rubbed Sheamus's head, tousling his mohawk out of place. Sheamus pulled out a pair of purposely faded and destroyed black jeans, and Roman put the bag back in the trunk. While he drove, Sheamus changed in the passenger seat. He put the wet jeans in his gym bag with his wrestling necessities. Happy and dry, among other things, he leaned against big brother and snugged him. “How far to our hotel?” He asked. “I haven't booked at any,” Roman admitted. “I wanted to knock out some of the driving to Virginia when no one's on the road.” “Good idea, bro.” Then, remembering all they'd had to drink, Sheamus had to ask: “Are you sure you're good to do so?” “I think so... Hand me a bottle of water.” Sheamus did. “Want an energy drink? Sober you up.” “No thanks. If I keep driving long, I might want to stop for coffee, though. My stomach couldn't handle it now.” Roman put a hand to his belly, which wasn't feeling it's best. He wished he'd thrown up before getting behind the wheel. “You okay, big guy?” “Yeah,” Roman lied. “Can you get me another water?” Sheamus did, and hoped Roman would need to stop for a potty break soon. He himself already needed to go, rather badly, He'd broken the seal once again. “Ah...bro?” He ventured, nervously. “Already?” Roman asked, knowing what Sheamus wanted. Sheamus nodded, and wiggled. “Well, you'd better hold it until we get to a rest area or truck stop, Shay. I've been drinking, and if we run afoul of the law, I'll get busted.” Sheamus undid his jeans and adjusted the waistband of his little green and black pants. He adjusted his posture and tried not to think about weeing. He leaned forward to look at the GPS, but the pressure on his bladder made the task impossible. “How far are we from either?” Roman fiddled with the device. “There's a rest area up ahead...about thirty miles.” “How far is that in kilometers?” Sheamus asked desperately. “I don't know, bro. And stop squirming. I have to go, too, and you don't see me doing that.” Sheamus tried not to fidget so much and concentrated on his muscles instead. Roman turned on the stereo. Roman pulled into one of the closest parking spots to the rest area and parked. “I don't think I can make it to the toilet!” Sheamus cried. “Yes you will,” Roman encouraged. “Come on, I'll help you.” Sheamus shook his head. “No, I've got to wee right here!” He threw open the car door and immediately started going potty. “Shay!” Roman scolded, and opened the back passenger door to give Sheamus more privacy before heading towards the building in a careful walk. “Hey, Roman!” Startled, Roman froze. He had to, or he would unleash a flood. He tried to look casual as he searched the darkness for the owner of the voice, his friend and former Shield mate, Dean Ambrose. Dean hugged him from behind, and a brief, sizzling sound escaped Roman's lips. He blushed and held himself, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Dean had nearly made him piss his pants. Dean released him. “Uh-oh, gotta pee, huh?” “Yeah.” Roman continued his tight steps towards the building. “Maybe I should tickle you,” Dean threatened. “Oh, fuck no. I'd piss all over the place.” Dean got the doors to the lobby and the men's room for Roman, and hung with him, chatting happily while Roman used the trough. Dean, Jimmy, Jey, and Naomi had stayed and partied in Chicago after the show, and had had a crazy time, but none of them wanted to stay overnight. So Dean had begged the twins and Naomi for a ride to wherever they were staying for the night. Roman nodded at what could be the right times, they were both drunk, and Dean, who talked a blue streak when he was sober, didn't even seem to take a breath when he was fucked up. Roman could smell weed on Dean's jacket, too. Dean continued yapping about how he'd pissed off Naomi, and wondered aloud if he'd been left here. Roman washed his hands. “Was that why they stopped?” He teased. “Actually, I forgot why we stopped... Hmm...” Dean overexaggerated a thoughtful state for Roman's amusement, pacing back and forth, face in hand, elbow in other hand. “Oh, I got it! Naomi wanted to make sure I wouldn't pee in the rental car again, so she ordered me to use the men's room.” “Are you sure it wasn't an excuse to ditch you?” Although Roman and Dean were tight, onscreen and off, Dean could get annoying sometimes, and he had sympathy for his cousins and Naomi. “No... They wouldn't do that... Would they?” Dean asked, and started pissing in the trough. “I don't know,” Roman replied. “See you later, travel safe.” He was close enough to the door to cut off Dean's reply. He hoped Dean's ride hadn't left. Usually, he wouldn't mind giving Dean a lift, but Roman really wanted to spend time with Sheamus alone. In the parking lot, he caught sight of the twins and Naomi getting out of a bright yellow sedan and waved, not stopping to chat. He headed back to his own rental, a gray Hyundai Sonata, and Sheamus, who'd managed not to get busted pissing in public. As he sat down in the driver's seat, he realized he was getting tired. He was looking forward to relaxing and playing with Sheamus in their hotel room before falling asleep until at least noon. “Now this time I mean it,” Roman told Sheamus as he guided the car back on to the freeway. “No more stopping until we get to a hotel. But, I plan on stopping soon.” Before long, Roman saw a sign for a casino hotel and decided to stay there, if they had a suitable vacancy. Since the lot wasn't full, there was a pretty good chance they had plenty of open rooms. He pulled into the circular drive, left Sheamus in the car, and went inside. It was posh, high-class. Roman inquired the woman at the front desk, and registered himself for a double queen bed room. He grabbed the key cards, and went back to park the car. “Did you get a room, big guy?” Sheamus asked. Roman smiled. “I did.” He handed his brother/lover the cards and drove into the lot. He spotted the yellow sedan. So, Dean was here, too, and his cousins. He found a spot near a side entrance and parked. They went through the process of unloading their luggage and carrying it upstairs to their third floor room, number 317, which Sheamus believed was lucky, as it was St. Patrick's Day. Roman thought that was cute. The room was large, luxurious, and anonymous, with a patio, hot tub, and mini-bar. Sheamus set down his two bags and looked longingly at the restroom. Roman noticed. “You can hold it. Come, let's fix a bed. “ Together, they stripped one of the queen beds down to the mattress cover. They maneuvered Sheamus's PVC mattress protector, and a thrown away sheet over it. Sheamus hopped up on the bed and wiggled. “Can I go potty now?” “Just chill for a bit, bro. Want a drink?” Roman peered into the mini-bar. “Water, please.” “Yeah, I think I've had enough of the hard stuff myself.” He got two bottles of water and handed one to Sheamus. Then, he went to his bags and stripped. Sheamus watched with adoration and appreciation as Roman shed his clothing. He selected a pair of gray boxer briefs he knew Sheamus liked to see on him when they played; they showed precum spots so well, and clung to his manhood tightly. Sheamus stripped down to his pants, too. Roman turned up the heat, and joined him on the bed. Instantly, they began making out, passionate and heavy, having been denied intimacy for much of the past few days on the road, days full of practice and shows. They stroked and caressed each other, loving the feel of each others skin, and trying to convey that love through their fingertips. They entwined their lower bodies and grinded on each other, their cocks long, hot stones held tight in their briefs. Roman shifted, so he was on top, and before he leaned back down to kiss Sheamus, Sheamus saw how much precum had already leaked out of the big guy. It looked like he'd already cum, but Sheamus knew that couldn't be. Roman was very vocal, and loud, when he came. Thinking about that made Sheamus want to cum, but he couldn't, not when he needed to go potty so badly. He squirmed beneath his lover more meaningfully, and Roman got the hint. He sat down beside little brother on the bed, and felt his tummy. Big brother pressed on his bladder, and try as he might, Sheamus weed a little in his cute green pants. He looked up at Roman in dread. But, the big guy only smiled, and stroked him through the wet pants. “It's okay, bro, you can go now.” Sheamus let go and shivered with relief as he soaked his pants and made a big puddle in bed. Roman groped him the whole time, then scooped up handfuls of the wee and playfully splashed him. “All better now?” Big brother asked. Little brother nodded, and splashed more wee from the puddle on to his pants. “Good. My turn.” Roman struck a pose on the bed, kneeling and jutting out his crotch, like a model in a dirty magazine. Sheamus admired the view, tight pants, precum stain, and above the waistband of the pants, the big guy's bladder was bulging. Sheamus wanted Roman to go potty all over him, and scooted closer. He leaned over to kiss him, and whisper his desire. Roman grinned, and nodded. “Leave the pants on, please,” Sheamus begged, as he layed back in the bed puddle. “Just for you, bro,” Roman replied, sensually as he straddled his lover. He leaned down to kiss and touch, and Sheamus felt the hot wee flooding his lap. He tugged Roman's pants down to his hips, to make his mickey pop out, the wee shot up Sheamus's chest. He moaned, and rubbed it in, delighting in the feel of his slick, wet skin. He tried to catch some in his mouth, but he didn't try too hard, he didn't particularly care for the taste after big brother had been drinking. The puddle they were laying in deepened, pure naughty pleasure. They kissed and massaged each others wet skin madly, fraught with passion, desire, and something primal. Their pants slipped off, and they rubbed each others mickeys; the wee made amazing lube, and soon Roman was groaning, and beginning to curse under his breath. “Mmmmm...” Sheamus tried to keep his cries subdued. He was sometimes embarrassed when Roman got so loud, especially when he was all but certain their hotel “neighbors”, or even random people walking past their room, had heard. Even though they were drunk, and silly, big brother knew his body well, and before long, Sheamus made squirties all over himself and the big guy. “Oh, Roman,” he cried softly, as the jiz shot from his mickey. But, he managed to keep rubbing big brother, knowing by experience, (the feeling of his mickey, not to mention the animal-like growling), that Roman was about to explode. “FUCK!” Roman shouted, and delivered a superman punch to the wall, at the pinnacle of pleasure. Then they were cuddling, spent. After awhile, Sheamus began to shiver, the puddle had begun to cool. “Cold?” Big brother asked. Sheamus nodded. Roman snuggled him close. “Don't worry, I'll warm us up.” He loved pissing in bed, and had to go anyway, he always did soon after cumming. He rewarmed the puddle and smiled lovingly at his sub, “Last chance to go potty before bed, bro. Do you need to go?” Sheamus shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” Roman felt his tummy. “Yes, you do. Come on, out with it.” Sheamus weed a little. “All of it, Shay. I don't want you to wet the bed, well, the other bed.” Sheamus obeyed. “Good boy,” Roman snugged him. When the puddle got cold again, they got up and toweled off. They went to sleep in the other bed, tired and satisfied.
Naomi had only agreed to let Dean ride along if he could be quiet, and of course, he couldn't be, especially after Jey lit a blunt and passed it around. Naomi just wanted to mellow out, listen to music, and not get paranoid about driving high and tipsy, (no, not the best decision, but she was in the best condition to do so), but Dean was making that an impossibility. Even after Jey, in the backseat beside him, put in his earbuds, and closed his eyes, Dean babbled incessantly. Neither Jimmy nor Naomi encouraged him, but Dean went on and on about: how his dog, Buster, got in the kitchen garbage and made a huge mess; a tornado he'd witnessed as a boy that took out a Blockbuster Video; and even about seeing Erick Rowan naked in the locker room once, his firey-red bush completely hid his junk. And, he didn't even stop there. Dean yapped about craft beer, pancakes, how much he couldn't stand Bo Dallas- “Dean!” Naomi snapped. Dean leaned forward, his head between the driver and passenger seats. “Present!” “Boy, believe me, I know. Can you do me a favor and just shut the hell up for a few minutes? Your chatter is giving me a headache.” “Oh, sorry, sure, Naomi.” Dean sat back, and stared out the window into darkness. Naomi sighed with relief and relaxed a little. She fiddled with the rental car's radio and found nothing but those two middle of nowhere staples; Christian and Country. Disappointed, she clicked off the radio, enjoyed the silence. Husband asleep in the passenger seat, his twin the same in the seat behind him. Dean, who she could see in the rear view mirror, wasn't sleeping, but at least he was still quiet. He was leaning on his elbow, looking out the window. But, nature was calling Dean, so he couldn't be quiet forever. “Naomi? Can you pull over? I gotta use the little boys' room.” “Already?” Naomi rolled her eyes. “Shit, Dean...” “No, not 'shit', I need to pee.” Dean began to fidget. “I know that. I can't pull over and risk a DUI, so you'll just have to wait.” “I can't; I broke the seal,” Dean whined. “Come on, Naomi, just pull over. I'll be quick about it.” Naomi shook her head. “I can't risk it, Dean. I'll stop someplace proper as soon as I can, but for now you're just going to have to suck it up and hold it.” Even in his intoxicated state, Dean could understand Naomi's reasoning, but it didn't solve his problem. He had to pee so badly he couldn't even get comfortable. Blushing, he looked about the car for anything he could find relief in, but seemed to be out of luck. “Naomi, please,” Dean begged. “I can't hold it much longer, seriously, I can't.” “Just shut up and think about something else!” It was the same thing her mother would say to her when she whined about needing to go, and the bathroom wasn't available. “How can I?” Dean asked. “I'm about to pee my pants!” He squirmed and whimpered. “Dean, you're not going to pee your pants. You're an adult, you can wait,” Naomi said, in a gentler, more patient voice. “I really can't. If you don't pull over, I'm going right here.” Dean knelt up on the seat, unrolled the window, and started undoing his jeans. “You wouldn't dare-” “Yes, I would.” Dean cut her off, and began trying to pee out the window. Not an easy task from a moving vehicle, at an upward angle, fighting the wind, and Dean made a mess before he managed to stop. “Fuck, Dean!” Naomi snapped, but she did pull over, and Dean hopped out to finish peeing, in the ditch at the side of the road. “Tinkle tinkle, little star,” he sang to himself, as he peed forever. “Dean?” Naomi called. “Yeah?” “Shut up. And, hurry up.” Dean shook off and put himself back together, headlights were approaching in the distance. He got back in the car, comfortable and satisfied with himself. He saw Naomi looking at him in the rear view mirror and smirked at her as she pulled back onto the highway. Naomi handed him a travel size package of antibacterial hand wipes. “Clean up your mess. Fuck, Dean, that was nasty!” She watched him in the mirror, to make sure he didn't miss anything. “You left me with no other options,” Dean lipped back, as he wiped drips of his pee away, off the door and the back of his seat. “If I could have held it, or found a more discrete way of dealing with it, I would have. I didn't want to try to do that, but it was either that or wet my pants.” “Don't you have an ounce of discipline?” “I had a lot to drink.” “My point exactly. We all drank tonight, but you're the only one who broke their seal and tried to pee out the window of a rental car, while it's moving at eighty-five miles an hour. I remember you saying something at the club about drinking more because you can. You think you're such a bad ass.” Dean flashed her another cocky smirk. “Yes, I'm a bad ass. I'm a rebel. I'm unstable. I'm the lunatic fr-” “Just a nasty boy,” Naomi sneered. “No discipline, no self-control.” “Come on now, Naomi, you know that's not true. I just like to have a good time when I can, and tonight was one of those nights I could.” “Only because I agreed to drive you, even if I came into the deal at the last minute.” She thought angrily of Jey, who'd brought Dean into their night in the first place, for a bag of weed. “And you thank me for it by peeing in a rental car that's in my name.” Dean blushed. He felt bad about that, but really, he'd had no other choice. “I'm sorry, Naomi, but if I'd wet my pants, it would've made even more of a mess in the car.” “Yeah, maybe. You need to learn how to behave yourself.” “Psh,” Dean stretched back in his seat. “I'm a gentleman.” “Ha!” Naomi snorted. “If you're a gentleman, then I'm a flat-assed white girl.” “Come on, Barbie, let's go party,” Dean retorted in song. “Barbie? I know you just didn't call me...Ooooh...” Naomi was quickly becoming frustrated. “Boy, you need to learn some manners. You're disrespectful to ladies, you talk all night, you party too hard, you need to pee like a puppy, you're a gossip, and-” “What are you going to do about it?” Dean wanted to know, and posed the question in a cocky, yet flirty, tone. “Are you going to teach me some manners?” He felt himself getting hard, and had to adjust the way he lay in his jeans. The gesture, no matter how discrete, was not lost on Naomi. She smiled as inspiration struck. “You bet your sweet ass I will. When we stop for the night, your schooling will begin, Mr. Ambrose.” “Oooh, I can't wait,” Dean quipped casually, but the bulge in his tight jeans betrayed him. At a rest stop, Naomi ordered Dean to get out and use the bathroom properly so he wouldn't pee in the car again. Surprisingly, he obeyed, and after he got out, she spotted his wallet lying on the seat and snatched it. Then, she woke the twins and told them of her evil plan. Of course, Jimmy, the good man he was, was very supportive, and Jey was down because Jimmy was. When Dean returned, Naomi and the twins excused themselves and resumed plotting. Dean had no idea what was in store for him. When they returned to the car, Dean immediately started babbling about how he'd run into Roman Reigns on the way to the men's room. Jey said that was cool, and produced another blunt rolled from the ounce Dean had procured in Chicago. Naomi and Jimmy lulled Dean into a false sense of security with vending machine munchies, and the promise of continuing the party at the motel. No one mentioned Dean's failed attempt to pee out the window, so he mostly forgot about it, and Naomi's idle, sexy threats. Upon arriving at the casino, Dean couldn't find his wallet. He felt around in the car's nooks and crannies, and was patting around on the floor when Naomi asked: “Looking for this?” She showed him his wallet, then handed it off to Jimmy. “You can have it back after we get our rooms. Wait here.” Dean waited in the car, he really had no other choice since his driver's license, but not his money, was in his wallet. Until Naomi had produced his wallet, he'd forgotten all about the scolding and mild flirting earlier. Now, all alone, he began getting horny again, and casually squeezed his hard on through his jeans. He was about to unzip when Naomi and the twins returned. Dean tried to look innocent as he emerged from the car, and tied his hoodie around his waist to hide the godawful hard on. He grabbed his two bags, and Naomi handed him two more. Jimmy and Jey grabbed their things, and two cases of beer. Dean whooped, and ran ahead to the hotel, swinging the bags. “I want to be an airborne ranger! I want to go where there is danger!” Naomi and the Usos laughed so hard they missed the rest of Dean's rendition of the song. They were laughing at the irony Dean wasn't yet aware of. They rode a glass elevator to their fourth-floor rooms. Naomi used a keycard to unlock 417, a suite with a king size bed. Dean wondered if it was his. Since he didn't know, he sat down on a chair in the sitting area, his, and Naomi's, bags at his feet. Naomi snagged one of her bags and disappeared into the bathroom. Jimmy offered him a beer, and he accepted, toasting with the twins on having made it through another week of performances. Jey pulled a box of dominoes from his bag, and soon he and his brother had a game going, which Dean could not be made to understand, so after Jimmy was defeated, Jey traded the dominoes for a deck of cards, and dealt out king's corner, which he knew Dean could play, since he'd taught him last year. Naomi came from the bathroom, fresh from the shower, wearing a fluffy pink robe and matching slippers. She nodded at the twins, and they grabbed Dean. “Put him in that chair.” Naomi pointed at one of the four chairs around a small, round table, and Dean was forced into it. Okay, he wasn't fighting at all, really. His wrists and ankles were secured to the chair's arms and legs with leather straps. Then, the twins took their things, including the beer, and left, leaving Naomi and Dean alone. “Here's your wallet.” Naomi placed it in his crotch. Her hand brushed against his hard on; he'd become immediately aroused when Jimmy and Jey tied him to the chair, he loved being bound. Dean wasn't sure if Naomi's touch had been accidental or deliberate, but it made precum dribble out. She stood three feet in front of him and threw off her robe dramatically. She was wearing soft pink whisper and a promise lingerie, which drove Dean even more nuts, a chiffon babydoll and matching lace thong than enhanced her ballooning bust, wasp waist, and gorgeous, music-video ass. “School's in session, Mr. Ambrose.” She began to erotically twist and gyrate before him, like a stripper just warming up. “And you... You're like school in the summertime.” Dean knew the punchline, but, feeling punchy, he bought in anyway. “School in the summertime?” “Yeah, school in the summertime...No class!” Naomi danced around him, watching his eyes grow hungry with desire. She could also see he was hard, and had begun to shift uncomfortably in the seat. “What's the matter? Balls itch?” She asked. “No...I need to...um...adjust myself.” Dean blushed. “Want me to pull those ball-crushing jeans down?” Dean couldn't help but smile. “Yeah.” Naomi undid his jeans, and Dean raised his hips so she could peel them down to his shins. His somewhat freed cock was no longer uncomfortable and contorted, it was pitching a major tent in his tighty whities. She gave him a sly smile and continued her dance of seduction, which became a full on lap dance, as she rubbed her body against his, touched herself, and dry humped him until he was panting. He was nearing an explosion, he was going to cum, and she suddenly, spryly, left his lap. She smiled, and wagged a finger at him. “No cumming for you. Not until I say you can.” Orgasm deprivation! Dean couldn't believe it. It was one of his fantasies being fulfilled, so it only made him want to cum even more, but he was thrilled. He looked down at his sticky briefs, gone transparent around the purplish head of his god awful hard on. He would do his best to obey her, but it had been a few days since he'd had a chance to cum. Naomi titled Dean's chair back gently, all the way to the floor, so Dean was on his back. She stood over him, and stripped off the lingerie. She spread her long, nimble legs and settled atop his chest, dusky jewel just beyond the reach of his mouth. He could smell her lovely musk, pheromones, and he longed to taste her so much his mouth watered a little. She grinded on his chest as she worked her clit, leaving her juices all over him. She had the sweetest, sexiest little cries of pleasure. Dean's cock, as well as his balls, were aching. He longed for her to slide down his belly, and ride him. He'd popped out of the waistband of his briefs in this new position, and his lower belly was cold, where more precum had dribbled. “Oh, Naomi, this is torture!” He cried out, and struggled against his restraints as she came. He felt her orgasm on his chest, and it had been quite intense. Dean moaned, his manhood aching more than ever. One touch would send him into an orgasm of his own, but he knew she wouldn't touch him. “Sorry,” she said, casually, after she'd recovered. “While you may not be able to cum, I still can.” She got up off his chest, and brought his chair back upright. “Let's take a little break. Recess.” Dean, red and sweaty, nodded. “Yeah.” He hoped Naomi would put some clothes on. He needed to try to calm down. “Would you like a beer?” Naomi asked. “Actually, I'd love some water. I'm done with the hard stuff for tonight.” Dean looked at his lap and chuckled at the bad, unintentional pun. Naomi got a bottle of water, put a straw in it, and pushed Dean up to the table so he could drink. He polished it off and she got him a refill. “I'm glad to know you've got a limit,” she quipped. “Mhmm, I do. What I'd really like is some of that weed, though. I did go in on that zip, and I was the one out looking for it, putting my ass on the line.” “Well, you've been a good school boy so far. I guess you deserve a little treat.” Naomi pulled on a neon yellow velour jogging suit. “I'll get you some of that electric tobacco.” “Naomi? Can you put my jeans back on? I kind of feel like an ass sitting here with my pants down around my ankles.” Naomi chuckled, and pulled his jeans back up. “I'm not zipping them up. I don't want to hurt you.” “Thanks.” “Enjoy your recess. I'll be back.” Dean drank the rest of his water. His hard on faded away, and he didn't feel so much like a bull in heat anymore. Naomi could've at least left the tv on for her captive, but she didn't, so he was left to listen to the sounds of the hotel, and it wasn't even a busy one. If anyone passed by the room, they did so quietly. He did hear a loud thud and a shout of “FUCK!” from directly below, and giggled to himself. He fell asleep in the chair, and awoke with a start. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he needed to pee, really bad. He looked around the room for Naomi, but she hadn't apparently returned. He did locate a clock, and saw that it was close to 3:30, so she'd been gone almost an hour. Her things were here, so she'd come back eventually. Dean shifted in his chair to a slightly more comfortable position and tried going back to sleep, but it was useless. He had to pee first, and soon. Just in case she had returned, and was out of his line of vision, he called out to her. “Naomi? Hey, Naomi?” No response. “Fuck,” Dean muttered to himself. Unless Naomi showed up to free him in the next few minutes, he was going to pee all over himself, it was something that he'd known could happen when he was bound. He held on the best he could, curling his toes and biting his lips, breathing hard and squirming as much as he could in his restraints. But, he couldn't take it anymore. Pee flooded his lap, turning his briefs transparent and his jeans dark. “Oh, fuck...” Dean tried to stop, but his bladder cramped painfully, and he gave up. He relaxed. The relief was all that mattered at that point, not how it was happening. He could hear his pee running off the chair and splattering on the carpet. He was sitting in a puddle, and he was still going. He felt naughty, but there was nothing he could do about it. Finally, he was done, and completely soaked. He began to wonder if Naomi would ever come back. If she did, would she bring the twins? Or, would be left alone until tomorrow, for housekeeping to find? His wet clothes were getting cold. About five minutes later, she did return. Dean was relieved to see she was alone. She put a blunt on the table, and her hand on the table to steady herself. She was fucked up. Then, she saw Dean's wet clothes, and the puddle under his chair. But, rather than the scolding and possible spanking he'd been half-expecting, Dean heard the music of Naomi's laughter. “You...you...peed your pants during recess!” She squealed, before she collapsed into a chair in a fit of laughter. “Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, embarrassed. “Can you let me out now? I'm starting to get cold.” “Hmm? What?” Naomi looked up at him from the crook of a folded arm, still giggling. Her eyes were lab rat red. Dean tried again. “Can you undo my straps? Please. I want to shower and change, I'm freezing.” “Oh yeah, of course.” She stumbled over, and undid the strap on his right hand. Dean was able to do the rest himself. “Damn boy, you really made a mess.” “Yeah, I sure did.” Dean grabbed his bag and headed off to shower. The troublesome hard on did not come back. After toweling dry, Dean debated at his open bag; jeans or sweats. He decided on sweats, and one of his old promo shirts, a white one with the word “UNSTABLE” printed across the front in messy black letters; his pjs. Fuck Naomi and the twins if they still wanted to party at four-thirty in the morning. He had had enough fun for one night. When he came from the bathroom, Naomi had left, taking her things with her. But there was a hotel notepad beside the blunt, a note in Naomi's girlish handwriting. D- Going to sleep. Enjoy your night off, and remember what I said ***NO CUMMING!*** Class resumes tomorrow. -N Dean doubted he could cum right then even if he wanted to disobey her, he was too tired. He decided to save the blunt for tomorrow morning, half for a wake and bake, half for a post-breakfast treat.
It had been a busy, stressful time for Seth. A pay per view three nights ago, RAW two nights ago, and Smackdown last night. He was beyond tired; he was exhausted, and slept in on Wednesday morning. Fortunately, so did his Master and Mistress, Hunter and Stephanie. He beat them awake, there would be no tumbler of icy water cast upon him by Master, or thrown at him, tumbler and all, by Mistress. As usual, Seth was tethered by his chain, hooked into his leather harness. He wore expensive gold dog tags studded with diamonds. One had his name, the other was engraved Property of The Authority. Other than that, he was nude beneath his paw print blanket. His puppy bed was a futon mattress on the floor in his owner's bedroom. His custom-made lead was padlocked to the end of the bed, on Master's side. Lots of slack chain between his "bed" and theirs, but not enough to wander much beyond it, not that he had a reason to. His water bowl was beside his bed, his name was even etched on it. He was a spoiled and pampered pet, he was champion, and he was getting a huge, huge push. He was on top of the professional wrestling world, and all he'd needed to do was become the pet slave of the kinky power couple in charge of it all. Mistress had approached him with the idea when he was still in The Shield, and he'd agreed to a span of servitude equal to that of his title reign. When he cashed in Money in the Bank, his life as theirs began. He waited for Master to awaken and take him outside. Seth's restroom privileges were strictly controlled. He was only allowed to use it during his shower time and while working or at work functions. Otherwise he had to go out back, walked on a leash by Master, usually, or use puppy housebreaking pads. Seth's tether wasn't long enough (purposely) to reach his puppy pads. He had no choice but to wait, his bladder aching. He had to go so bad he thought he'd be sick. He whimpered a little, and when that didn't work to rouse Master, he got out of bed and began to pace back and forth. The rattling chain woke Master. "Lay down, Seth!" He ordered grumpily. "I...Sir, I can't. I really need to take a piss, Sir," Seth said, quickly, and helplessly whimpered again as his bladder cramped. He had to hold himself. "Damn it, Seth. Just hold it," Master ordered. He got out of bed, naked and awkward with sleepiness. He wrapped his nudity in a black robe. Seth always felt superior whenever he saw Master's dick; he didn't have much of one at all, whereas Seth was blessed with a far more sensual length, and thickness. Master unlocked the chain from around the end of the bed and led Seth outside. Seth was allowed to walk normally in the yard, but had to get on all fours, like a puppy, to piss. Sometimes Master wouldn't notice when he stopped, and tugged him over, but this morning he was paying attention, and stopped when Seth did. After Seth was relieved, he followed Master back into the house. In the bedroom, he unlocked Seth's harness, and Seth slipped it off, and slipped into what he thought of as his uniform: black boxer briefs and a jailhouse-orange t-shirt with PROPERTY OF THE AUTHORITY printed on the back in big, bold, black letters. Then, he went to do his morning chores. First, he prepared breakfast and espressos for his owners, and breakfast for himself, which he ate while making the espressos. He set up Mistress's meal and drink in her home office; she did not pamper herself in the morning. Master, however, took breakfast in bed. He carried the tray to the bedroom where Master lay under the covers, naked again. Mistress had already gone, as usual. Seth set the tray down, then knelt on the floor to wait for Master to need something. Master made short order of the food it had taken Seth more than half an hour to prepare, while answering emails and texts on his phone. Seth took the tray away, and when he returned, Master was out of bed. "I need a shower," he said. Seth went to the master bath to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature to what he knew Master favored. He hoped Master wouldn't make him come in, but of course he did; he always did. Sometimes he just told Seth to wash his back, but other times he wanted more. Seth took off his uniform and followed Master into the shower. He tried to think of it as a crowd shower in a locker room, but of course, it wasn't. This wasn't him and his fellow actor athletes after a practice or show, fucking around playfully with each other. This was showering with the boss, in his shower, at home. "Wash me," Master commanded. Seth washed Master's back, and held out the washcloth for Master to take. "Stupid Seth, I meant everywhere." Seth washed Master's whole body, head to toe, only passing over what he tried not to look at, Master's pathetic, tiny cock and shriveled balls. "All of me, Seth. Use your hands, not the washcloth." Seth washed the organs and perineum as quickly and clinically as he could. Still, the little cock got a little fat. Oh no... Seth thought, just as Master seized him by the hair and forced him down. Seth tried to plead with Master with his eyes, like any puppy dog would, but Master was unmoved. "I've got two words for you...SUCK IT!" He grabbed Seth's head with both his hands and forced him to do just that. It wasn't the first time so Seth no longer had to fight the urge to gag, but it didn't get any less degrading. It always went as long as Master wanted it to last; high and mighty Master struggled to get a full erection, let alone reach orgasm. Age and history of steroid use had left him with prostate problems and hormone imbalances. Again, Seth felt an air of superiority, even with a limpish peanut dick in his pretty mouth. After only a few minutes, Master released him. "Get me a towel." Seth did as he was told, and wrapped a second towel around his hips. He dried Master's back, but Master did the rest himself, and ordered Seth to lay out his clothes for the office; Wednesdays were the usual casual days, and from Master's walk-in closet Seth put together a nice outfit of charcoal gray dress pants, a white and gray striped dress shirt, and soft loafers. From the built-in drawers, Seth pulled out a pair of charcoal gray socks, and snickering, a gray bikini brief from a drawer of many. Master seemed to have a fetish for bikini briefs and thongs; he had dozens and dozens in every color of the rainbow, some were lacy and very feminine. Seth would never forget struggling not to laugh one afternoon while spotting for Master, who was bench pressing wearing nothing but a silky blue thong trimmed in white lace and a red ribbon rose. But, with Master doing his grooming in the bathroom, Seth was safe to chuckle. He made the bed and straightened his own things. He hung his lead and harness neatly, and folded his blanket. He sat down on his mattress and waited for Master to come out of the bathroom. Finally, he did, and ordered Seth to get ready. Seth slipped into the smelly master bath with relief. It was the only unbound, unsupervised alone time he enjoyed in his servitude, and even Master taking a shit (sometimes not even flushing), right before leaving didn't spoil the bathroom sanctuary for Seth. He'd simply spray Febreeze and take his sweet time with his grooming. Shit, shave, but he usually opted for the Jacuzzi tub rather than the shower. Unless, of course, he was told to hurry. Not this morning, though. He was free to soak in the bubbles until the bathwater cooled. The bathwater itself he scented with blue salts smelling of a tropical shore. But too soon, the water cooled, and Seth reluctantly drained the tub and toweled off. He cleaned the bathroom and got dressed in his uniform; the orange jail shirt and black boxer briefs. "Seth! Seth, get your lazy ass in here!" Master called him from the kitchen. Seth hurried to Master and froze in shock. The kitchen, which Seth had left clean and sparkling, had been defiled. "I was still hungry, so I thought I'd get myself a bowl of cereal. I'm afraid I... made a bit of a mess." Master stifled a laugh. Seth looked at the Lucky Charms and milk all over the counter, table, and floor, and grew red from impotent anger, which dissolved into despair. Tears welled in his eyes as he soaked up the mess on the table with paper towels. He sniffled. "Are you crying?" Master demanded. The tears spilled over, but Seth said nothing. If he spoke, he'd say something so ugly Master would destroy him, literally or just career-wise, but to Seth, career was everything. He had to be the best of the best, he would die if he had to wrestle in TNA, abroad, or even worse in some regional outfit. "You are crying, aren't you?" Master asked, but his tone was mock disbelief, devoid of any caring. Seth stayed mute, working on the mess Master had made on purpose. The tears continued to fall. He wished Master would leave him alone. "Honey, come on, we've gotta go," called Mistress to Master. "What about stupid Seth?" he asked her. "I guess he can come along. You know how everyone always wants to see the champ," Mistress replied. "You hear that, Seth?" Master asked. "Stop crying and get ready to go to the office." Mistress laughed. "He's crying?" She looked to confirm it. "Fuck yeah he is...Seth, there's no crying in wrestling! Hunter, what the hell did you to him?" "Nothing out of the usual," Master replied, and he and Mistress shared a laugh. "Maybe a day at the office isn't the best thing for our champion," Mistress pondered. "No, Ma'am, I want to go, please, Ma'am!" Seth begged. Master and Mistress whispered back and forth for what seemed like an eternity to Seth. "Okay, you can come along," Mistress said in the same tone she would use with a dog. "Hurry up and get dressed up nice. Don't forget your belt." Seth hurried back to the master bedroom to dress in his best for the office, all in black, dog tags hidden beneath his dress shirt. He didn't forget his championship belt, either. Nor would he forget what it symbolized, ultimate success. "There now, don't you look nice? Mistress half-complimented. "Do you need to go outside and go potty before we leave?" "No, Ma'am." "Are you sure?" "Yes, Ma'am." "Okay, get in the car." Seth loved going into work now that he was the champion, he was the center of attention. Also, he and his owners had agreed to a suspension of BDSM in the workplace. He was as free as they were. He went out for a late lunch with Joey and Jamie, and posted about it on Instagram. He posed with a few random fans for pics, and signed a few autographs. He hung out with the writers and peeked at future storylines. He stopped by video editing and watched some commercials featuring himself. Too soon, it was time to go to a late dinner in town. Just him and The Authority, in a private dining room at an upscale steakhouse. Due to the intimacy, and the amount of liquor his owners consumed, some of the BDSM tendencies kicked back in, and Seth was ordered to drink, too. He took it slow, but by the time the meal was over, he was feeling warm, fuzzy, buzzed. He excused himself. "No, I don't think so," Master said. Seth froze. His bladder, which felt like a hot ball, due to the alcohol, cramped. Seth winced, and sat down quickly, and rocked back and forth. "I don't know, Hunter. I don't want him peeing all over the car," Mistress ventured. "Good point," Master agreed. "You may be excused," he told Seth. "Thank you, Sir." Seth hurried from the room, blushing. Master and Mistress just looked annoyed. When Seth came back to the table, Mistress was signing a credit card slip for the check. Time to go back to where he'd been staying since he'd won the title. He couldn't think of it as "home". He had a pretty good feeling he was going to have a bad night. When Mistress drank, she got horny, and mean. The combination never bode well for Seth. Since Master was unable, Seth would stand in for whatever Mistress wanted with a cock, while Master watched, or helped, or … In the master bedroom, Seth was ordered to undress. He did, his heart beating hard. He was scared. He felt a drop of cold sweat run down his spine, all the way to the crack of his ass. He knew it was going to hurt. His bladder throbbed and he felt like he was going to be sick, and nothing to do with the liquor. Master locked him into his harness, but rather than hooking up his lead, Seth was ordered to drink three shots. Seth wanted to protest, he really didn't want to drink any more. He didn't want to get sick or have a hangover, which would lead to him being off all day tomorrow, no good during rehearsal or while practicing his lines. But, he knew that any resistance would only make his experience worse. The shots did numb him, and he did not turn down the beer offered to help wash them down, a rare mercy from Master. But, the reprieve was short-lived. Before he knew it, he was bent over a dressing table chair and handcuffed to it. Seth relaxed a little; he could handle spankings, paddlings, even the belt. Fortunately, Mistress didn't go further than that, at least she hadn't yet. "You've been a bad boy, Seth!" Mistress was clad in thigh-high black leather boots and black leather teddy, and carried a paddle, a wooden one like those used for hazing in frat houses everywhere. Seth felt it slam down on his ass, but with the numbing effect of the booze, he didn't feel that part so much. What hurt was his bladder. He'd broken the seal, and every paddle whack made him struggle not to piss. He had to squirm and try to pinch his cock between his legs. Mistress noticed. "Awww, do you have to pee?" "Yes, Ma'am." "That's too bad, you'll have to wait." "But, Ma'am-" "Butts are for kicking. Hunter is making drinks now, he'll take you out in a bit." She gave him another whack. "Please, Ma'am, stop," Seth begged, as he tried not to piss. Mistress giggled. "Stop? But, I'm just getting started." Master brought the drinks. "Thanks babe," Mistress said. "Dog needs to go out." "Bet he does," Master laughed drunkenly. Seth whimpered. He really didn't want to piss on the carpet, the punishment for that would certainly be something painful as hell, but bound to the chair, it was going to happen. His cock burned with the piss that threatened to leak out, and he knew he could only hold on for another minute, maybe two. "Please, Sir, Ma'am! I don't want to piss on the floor, and I'm about to, please don't make me piss on the floor!" Seth begged desperately., "You'd better not piss on the floor!" Mistress snapped. "Hunter, take him outside!" "Alright, alright." Master unlocked the handcuffs and Seth immediately held himself and sat back on his heels. He looked down in amazement at his swollen bladder. No wonder he was sheer seconds from pissing all over the place. "I really can't hold it, Sir!" Seth cried. "I won't make it outside!" Mistress laid out a puppy pad where the chair had been, and Seth pounced on it. He tried to piss slowly, to be neat about it, but his poor bladder wanted to explode. The puppy pad was soaked in no time. Lucky for Seth, Mistress had laid out another, because he couldn't stop pissing. He could slow the flow, but his body wanted the piss out, and pushed it out in huge gushes. The second puppy pad was reaching capacity. Mistress put down a third, and a fourth, and stood back, shaking her head. Seth was finally able to regain control over himself, and by the time he reached the fourth pad, he took a moment to recover. He sat back on his heels. He knew there was still more piss left in him, but his bladder hurt. "Are you finally done?" Mistress asked. "No!" Seth almost snapped, but he caught himself, and tacked on a "Ma'am". "Hurry up, I'm not done with you, yet." Of course not, Seth thought, bitterly as he made his sore bladder work somewhat, in short spurts. He thought it was finally empty, but because he'd been made to drink, he knew he'd need to go again soon, unless he drank some water. Seth went to get the trashcan, and sneak a glass of water. He cleaned up his mess, and took the trashcan back to the kitchen, sneaking in another glass of water. The water made him feel a lot better. He wasn't as drunk, and his somewhat queasy stomach was calmed. When he went back to the master bedroom, he was immediately handcuffed by Master, and led to the Tool Shed. Seth noticed Master's femme black thong, mesh with floral embellishments, and almost laughed aloud. In the Tool Shed, Seth was led to the ring (a smaller version of where he was a star) and handcuffed to a ring post, between the middle and lower turnbuckles. He could sit, but not stand. Mistress approached, vibrating tool in hand, lube in the other. She dripped the ice-cold lube into Seth's lap, and began using the tool on him. Seth got hard. "Good boy," Mistress praised, and straddled him. She rode him, and Seth did his best to think sexy thoughts, but it was hard to stay hard when his boss was twisting his nipples, slapping his face, and pulling his hair. Her nails scratched deep into his shoulders. Seth did not enjoy pain. All he could do was hope she came soon, and to help, he adjusted his hips, thrusting the entire length of his cock into her. That did the trick. Mistress cried out, raked her nails down his back, and Seth felt her orgasm. Master watched with approval, stroking his man-pantied crotch. Seth lost his erection immediately. Cold and businesslike, Mistress got up and wrapped herself in a silk robe. It was a symbolic gesture, she was done for the night. But, Master wasn't. "I can't cum, but all those drinks made me need a piss. I think I'll use Seth," Master decided. "Oh! That's a great idea!" Mistress exclaimed. "I was going to go to the bathroom, but why bother? I can piss on Seth, too!" Laughing, Mistress crouched on the bottom rope, grabbed the top rope to steady herself, and pissed right on Seth's chest. "Come on, Hunter! This is fun!" Mistress's piss ran down his chest and belly off into the ring. Master, not wanting to step in it, chose to piss on Seth's face, from the steel steps. Master's piss ran into the scratches on Seth's shoulders and made them sting, and once Master realized that, he concentrated his stream there, instead. Master uncuffed him once they'd finished pissing on him, and took off his harness. "Since you've been a good boy, you don't need to sleep in this tonight." "Thank you, Sir." Seth was truly grateful, the harness was terrible to sleep in. "Clean up your mess and go to bed." "Yes, Sir. May I shower, Sir?" Master considered it. "I guess so. After you clean up your mess." "Yes, Sir." Seth cleaned up the Tool Shed, showered, and happily went to bed on his futon mattress. He fell asleep right way, dreaming of greatness.
“You were terrible in the mic tonight,” Corporate Kane told Seth. “And, that's something you were supposed to be working on. Hunter and Stephanie aren't going to be happy.” Seth wasn't happy either. It was his owners' faults he'd done so poorly during the opening promo of RAW. The drive from the house took nearly five hours, and while they'd gotten Seth there in time for the show, poor Seth didn't have time to stop by the locker room for a much-needed piss beforehand. He'd told his owners he was desperate to piss at least half a dozen times on the way, but they didn't care. Neither did the production team; he tried telling them, too, but they just hurried him out through the curtains. During the whole promo all he could think about was how badly he had to piss. He felt asinine because he couldn't stand still. He flubbed his lines three times, and totally lost composure the third time. When it was finally over, he nearly lost it trying to get out of the ring quickly, and had to stop, in the middle of the ropes, all efforts focused on not pissing himself. After a few, endless seconds, the cramp eased, and Seth was able to walk off stage. Once he was behind the curtains, he ran, terrified he wouldn't find a men's room in time. But, he did. “I did the best I could,” Seth tried to explain. “I really had to piss; it was so bad I thought I was going to piss myself right there and-” “Oh really, Tyler? I couldn't tell,” Kane said, sarcastically. Seth blushed hotly. He hated being reminded of those days. “My name isn't Tyler. And, do you think I wanted to make an ass out of myself? I almost pissed myself in front of thousands of fans, and on live TV!” “You know you're supposed to go before the show.” “I didn't have time.” “You should have been here hours ago! When did you leave the house?” Seth could only look at his feet. “It was beyond me. I rode with the Authority.” Kane smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile, it was a sly smile. “I thought so...I thought so...” He caught sight of the gold chain around Seth's neck, and reached to pull the dog tags out. He laughed as he read them. “Oh yeah, I knew it.” Seth felt as if his whole world was about to collapse. Kane knew his secret. “Buck up, champ.” Kane shook his shoulder roughly. “Secret's safe with me, my friend.” Seth wasn't sure about that. He forced an awkward smile. “There's that jackassy grin we all love. You'd better not screw up in your match against Dolph tonight. I'm sure the repercussions from your shitty promo will be bad enough.” Kane laughed. His laughter chased Seth from the makeshift office. He didn't fail one bit in his match against Dolph, he hit all his moves and sold all of Dolph's, and got a dirty victory, as scripted. But, as Kane had said, the repercussions from his embarrassing promo would be bad enough. He dreaded the night to come. It took place in a hotel suite in New York. High in the sky, Seth shakily got undressed. Naked, he knelt before his owners, hoping his meekness would make them go easy on him. “That was the worst promo ever!” Mistress spat. Seth bowed his head in shame. “We expect only the best from our champion, the face of our company. We chose you, we gave you the belt, and you get in the ring and give us the equivalent of a first grader's Christmas concert.” Master ranted. “Did you even try to do a decent promo tonight?” “Yes, Sir, of course-” “All that trying for a mess of fidgeting and verbal diarrhea,” Master shook his head. “At a live show, no less.” “I tried to do my best, Sir, I really did.” Pathetically, Seth tried to explain himself. “I just had to piss, and you knew that because I told you.” “No excuses, pet,” Mistress told him. “The show must go on. If you needed to go so bad, you should've done so before you got in the ring. “There was no time, production just pushed me out. I couldn't focus-” “Mind over bladder,” Master reminded him. You're one to talk, Seth thought, remembering the time Master pissed himself on RAW. “Are you casting a defiant eye, Seth?” Mistress asked. Seth shifted his gaze back down. “No, Ma'am. No, Sir.” His owners conferred with one another for a moment, and Mistress left for the master bedroom. Seth almost thought that this scolding would be as far as his punishment went; that they would all go to bed and tomorrow it would be forgotten. But he was wrong. “There's a bigger issue, Seth,” Master began, and instantly, Seth knew it was Kane. He broke out in a cold sweat as his fear rose. “It seems you slipped and told Kane about our...arrangement.” Seth's heart raced. “I didn't meant to, Sir! He was coming down on me so hard for messing up my promo, and I was just trying to explain why I'd arrived too late to prepare; that I'd ridden with you, and he just smiled all creepy and said 'I thought so'.” Master shook his head. “You showed him your dog tags.” “No, he pulled them out of my shirt!” Seth objected. To his surprise, Master nodded, and patted Seth with casual affection. “Yes, he already knew they were there. This was a test for you, my pretty boy pet. Kane is part of the Authority, too, and he's known all about you from the start. Steph and I wanted to know how discrete you were, so she came up with the idea to have Kane get on you, to see if you'd spill the secret, and you didn't. You passed the test.” Again, Seth allowed himself hope of a reprieve. Master was being gentle, as gentle as he'd ever been to Seth. Seth let himself relax a little. He was tired and sore. “But,” Master continued, “you still really fucked up that promo.” “I'm ready for him, Hunter,” Mistress called from the bedroom, and Master led Seth inside. Mistress was kneeling on the bed, naked aside from a strap-on dildo roughly the size of Seth's cock when it was hard. “Position five,” Master ordered. “I need a piss break,” Seth said. He was scared. He'd not been mounted in a long time, and never with something that wasn't the real thing, and not something so big. Mistress pushed on Seth's lower tummy until he winced. “No you don't. If you could hold it during your crappy performance, you can hold it now. Position five.” Seth got on all fours, height of his ass adjusted for Mistress. Master slipped his shriveled cock and balls out of a sheer, flesh-colored thong, and obedient Seth sucked them as Master prepped his tight ass with lube and probing fingers. As soon as Master declared he was ready, Seth was mounted. Mistress seized him by the hips, her manicured fingernails clawing into his flesh. The dildo penetrated him rough and deep, and Seth was helpless to cry out when Mistress turned it on and it began to vibrate against his prostate and full bladder. To his surprise, it was more pleasurable than uncomfortable, but each deep thrust made him feel like he was on the verge of either pissing or cumming, and it was so intense he was writing and moaning beneath Mistress, and barely felt her claws or hair pulls. She slammed into him even harder when she came, giving him an extra-deep thrust, and Seth felt himself go, pissing uncontrollably in huge gushes, then an extreme orgasm, so much cum his jewels felt drained of it. The dildo withdrew, and Seth felt a sharp slap on his ass, well, barely. He was still dazed, not even fully aware he was laying in a pool of his own piss and cum. “Dirty dog! Look what you've done to your bed!” Mistress scolded, and slapped his ass a few more times. “What ever are we going to do with him, Hunter?” “His bed, his problem,” Master laughed. “Good thing I told the front desk to put a vinyl sheet on that bed. I told them we were traveling with a bed wetter,” Mistress laughed. “Turned out to be prophetic,” Master added. Seth was blushing. The afterglow had faded away. The small pool was cooling. The piss that escaped had only taken care of the worst of the pressure; his bladder hurt. “Someone sure likes it when I fuck him in the ass with his new toy,” Mistress sang. Seth didn't reply. He was embarrassed by his body's reaction to what he wanted to think of as rape. “Come on, Sethie, tell me how much you liked that.” “I need to piss,” Seth said, quietly. “Didn't you already piss your bed enough?” Master asked, and he and Mistress laughed. “Only a little, I'm still holding the rest and it hurts.” “Then say: 'I love your buttsex, Ma'am', and I'll get you your puppy pads.” What other choice did Seth have? “I love your buttsex, Ma'am.” His owners cracked up, but Mistress did go to the bag of etc. to get the puppy pads. “Oh, no, I forgot the puppy pads... I don't know where you should go potty, Seth.” “I can't take him out here,” Master said. “Just finish what you started in your bed,” he ordered Seth. Seth assumed the position he pissed in when Master took him outside, or he had to use a puppy pad (or few). “Oh no, no, no,” Mistress stopped him. “Sit back on your heels and aim your cock up. I want you to pee all over yourself, all the way up to that stupid patch of blonde hair.” Seth was so uncomfortably full of piss that he didn't care where he had to aim it. But, as bad as he needed to, he had trouble pissing. He sometimes did, in awkward situations, and this was definitely in that category. His owners were watching him, expectantly. He closed his eyes, and willed his bladder to work. It wanted to, but Seth was still having problems letting go. He rubbed the head of his cock briskly until the piss came, a short, weak stream that only lasted a few seconds, and only shot up to his belly. He rubbed again, and a steadier, more relieving stream came. He felt a piss shiver, and gave himself to it fully. He leaned forward and pissed in his hair, as ordered, and heady with relief, his mouth. He had drunk almost eight liters of water in preparation for being under the hot lights. He swallowed the piss, and became alarmed when he felt his cock growing fat and hard. Not only was he getting turned on by pissing on himself, in his mouth no less, if he got a full-blown erection, he wouldn't be able to finish. He let go of his cock, and let the rest of his piss tinkle noisily into the puddle he was kneeling in. Another little shiver seized him, and Seth sat back in the puddle. He couldn't believe all that had come from him. And, of course, he had to clean it up. As he got up to deal with it, Mistress smacked his ass again. “Dirty little fucker,” she said, but her tone had just a tang of playfulness, and the fanny-slap wasn't as sharp. “Take a shower and rinse your sheets. See if you can't find a way to hang them on the patio, but make sure they don't fly away.” “Yes, Ma'am.” That night, Seth slept in a real bed and enjoyed unlimited access to his own private bathroom. It gave him hope. Either his passing the Kane test, or surprise pissgasm, seemed to have opened a new door between him and his owners. He still rose early, did his morning rituals, and once Mistress left the master bedroom of the suite to order room service breakfast for all of them, went to assist Master. He held Master's pathetic, tiny cock while he took forever to do his morning piss, and also dribbled on Seth's hand, but he didn't force Seth to suck him in the shower. Today he just wanted to be washed, then sent Seth to go lay out his clothes. Since they'd be going to the airport in less than two hours, and flying directly to Atlanta, Seth chose jeans and a casual dress shirt from Master's luggage (which he'd packed a few days ago) along with the pinkest, but also the softest briefs he'd ever seen or felt. Loafers, for an easy security checkpoint screening. Once that was done, Seth turned attention to himself, and got dressed in black jeans that had faded to near-gray, and traded the orange jail shirt for one of his own WWE shirts, the latest one “Never Shuts Up”, a parody of Cena's “Never Give Up” shirt. He put on a light, Army-style coat over that, since Mistress disapproved of wearing WWE shirts outside of the ring, or scheduled public appearances. He put on skater shoes for comfort, and made sure his dog tags were under his shirt. Once Seth and his owners boarded the plane, he was surprised to find himself sitting quite far from them. They were all in first class, of course, but Seth's window seat was in the third row, and his owners were back in the last row before coach. The closer it got to takeoff, the more likely it seemed Seth wouldn't be getting a seatmate. But, he did, and to his utter dismay, it was Kane, the last person on Earth he wanted to spend hours in the sky with. Seth saw Kane grin back at Master and Mistress before he sat down. “Good morning, Tyler. Surprised to see you able to sit down today,” Kane snickered. “Don't call me that.” “Would you prefer it if I called you Mr. Black?” “No, neither. Kane, listen, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to try to sleep, okay?” Seth lied, hoping Kane would leave him alone. “Hey, can we get a pillow and blanket for sleeping beauty over here?” Kane asked loudly, and pointed down at Seth. “After takeoff, Sir,” a flight attendant replied, as she readied herself for takeoff. “She'll get you your pillow and blanket as soon as we're done taking off,” Kane unnecessarily informed Seth. “I heard you wet the bed last night. Don't worry, I won't let you do it on the plane.” “I'm not going to piss myself!” Seth snapped in a low voice. “I'm sure that's what you told yourself last night, right before-” “Shut the fuck up, Kane!” Fucking shit, was there anything his owners didn't share with Kane? “You're not helping me feel any better.” “Maybe you've got a urinary tract infection.” “I don't have a urinary tract infection.” “I said UTI as a euphemism for STD,” Kane informed him. Seth wanted to throttle him. “I don't have one of those, either. Who the hell do you think I am?” “Do you really want me to answer that, Mr. Black?” “No, I want you to leave me alone.” The flight attendant brought the pillow and blanket over to Seth. “Want me to tuck you in?” Kane asked. “I can manage, thanks.” “I'm still going to tell you what I think of you.” Seth blanched, and his palms began to sweat. “You're one of the best wrestlers on the roster right now. You hardly ever botch, and you put on a show every single time. Watching you in the ring is like watching a dancer.” Seth relaxed. He wiped his clammy hands on the blanket. “However,” Kane continued, “your mic work leaves a lot to improve upon. You need to be professional when you get thrown a curve, whether it's an accidental injury or a word you can't pronounce.” Seth nodded. “You're right.” “Of course I am. Now off to bed, I'll leave you alone.” Seth got as comfortable as he could. Even first-class seats weren't that great. He closed his eyes and mentally rehearsed his promo for Smackdown. He did not have a match, just the promo, so he would do it perfect. Nothing like what happened on RAW would ever happen again. He would never give his owners, or Kane, any reason to doubt choosing him. Then, he began to wonder if Kane, being a part of the Authority, was also part-owner of him. How should he behave towards Kane? Was Kane testing him, again? Seth definitely wouldn't be sleeping on this flight. He felt Kane get up, and a few minutes later, Seth smelled Mistress's perfume as she sat down beside him. Gently, she patted his arm, and Seth pretended to wake up. “Kane told us you said you weren't feeling well. What's wrong?” “Just a little headache,” Seth lied. Mistress put the back of her hand against Seth's forehead, and then her own. “Here, take some ibuprofen.” She handed him two, and a bottle of water. “We can't have our champion under the weather.” Seth smiled a little, and obediently, took the pills and drank the water. “Thank you, Ma'am.” “Try to get some sleep, okay?” Mistress tousled his hair, and left. Seth closed his eyes again and felt Kane settle in beside him. This time, Seth fell asleep for real, and slept through the rest of the flight. The Smackdown taping went off without a hitch or hiccup from Seth. After his promo was over, Seth could finally relax. In the locker room, Bo Dallas offered him a back rub, which Seth declined. Bo wasn't appealing to him in the least. He looked like a pig, and smelled like one, too. Seth was willing to bet he even squealed like a pig when he was greased and fucked, but he didn't want any part of that. Dean and Roman, his fellow former Shield brothers, were more to Seth's liking. He wondered if they'd be coming to the after party. Seth, being the champion, felt obligated to attend, and as property of the Authority, didn't have a choice. The after party was in a private room at an upscale Atlanta nightclub. Bo wasn't invited; Dean and Roman were, but of course, Seth was escorted there by his owners and entourage. Even though they'd agreed to suspend overt BDSM in the workplace and at workplace functions, Seth still felt the need to seek their permission, or approval. When Dean handed him a drink, Seth looked around automatically for Sir or Ma'am before remembering that, for now, he was on his own.
Under Dean's bad influence, Seth got drunk. He also got high, and admittedly, he overdid it. Two hours in, and he was laying more than sitting in a booth, his formerly sharp black dress clothes were rumpled, and his shoes lay discarded under the table. Beside him, Dean was making wisecracks about Bray Wyatt, who was holding court across the room. “How much bacteria do think is in that nasty beard?” Dean asked Seth, Roman, and Sheamus. “Don't get me wrong, we all have some degree of a beard, but not like that, that's just...ewww.” Dean shuddered. “There's probably pieces of food in there and everything.” “Like a whole turkey leg,” Roman quipped. “Thanksgiving leftovers!” The foursome cracked up, then Sheamus exclaimed: “Fuck, I'm going to piss my trousers!” Roman stood up to let Sheamus out of the booth, and shrugged. “Guess I might as well go too, as long as I'm already up.” He followed Sheamus, and left Dean and Seth sitting together. Seth laughed. “Looks like we're dating.” Dean shrugged, a faraway look in his glassy eyes. “They are. Well, maybe dating isn't the right word, but they've got something going on, Roman and Sheamus.” “Oh yeah?” Seth asked. He liked hearing gossip. “I think so. They've been spending a lot of time together. Are you feeling that underlying sexual tension pulsing between them?” “Honestly, I'm not feeling much of anything right now,” Seth said, and giggled. “I'm so fucked up.” Dean gave a small smile. “I'll bet. But, anyway, I still say they're lovers.” He looked down at his nearly-empty glass and pouted. Suddenly, Seth realized that Dean was jealous; Dean had feelings for Roman that went beyond friendship and Shield brotherhood. Cute Dean had never hidden his bisexuality, and thanks to the internet, Seth's was no secret, either. Seth touched Dean's shoulder. “Want to go smoke another bowl?” Dean didn't hesitate. “Yes, yes I would.” Seth clumsily pulled his shoes on. He saw Dean looking at the door to the men's room, where they'd smoked earlier, and where Roman had followed Sheamus. Dean looked hurt. “We'll go out on the patio,” Seth said, quickly. They had the patio to themselves. It was a windy night, and they had to huddle close, hands touching, to light Seth's glass pipe. Seth was aroused, being so close to Dean, smelling his cologne and shampoo, and the leather from his jacket. After the hacking and coughing were over, Dean said: “I feel...better, thanks.” They were still very close. The sexual tension between them was not underlying, it was so thick Seth swore he could almost see it. “Dean-” Then they were kissing, frantically. Dean was a delightful kisser, Seth had always known he would be. Seth pulled him close and felt something hard pressed against him where he was hard. “Mmmm...I had no idea you were bi, Seth!” Dean gushed. “You little bullshitter,” Seth laughed. “Okay, so I did know, I just didn't know you were into me.” “Well, I am,” Seth announced. “So, what do you think?” Dean hugged him tight and kissed him again. “I think it's great! I gotta ask: Are you a top, or a bottom?” Seth thought of Mistress mounting him, and Master's old schnitzel in his mouth and giggled, giddy. “A bottom.” “Thought so. I'm a switch.” Before they could resume the make out session, another bottom entered the picture: Bo. “Hey guys! Mind if I join the party?” “Yes,” Dean replied, flatly. “Oh, great!” Bo whooped, and slapped Dean's perfect ass playfully. Seth got right in Bo's ugly face. “What he meant was yes we mind, as in get the fuck out of here, Bo!” “Hey, I was just-” Seth gave Bo a push towards the doors. “I said, get the fuck out of here, Bo!” Bo backed away, palms up in submission, and went back inside. “Who the fuck let him in anyway?” Dean asked. “If I had to guess, big brother did. I didn't see his name on the guest list, that's for sure.” Dean tried to open the patio door. “Little brother locked us out.” He banged on the door, but it was too loud inside for anyone to hear. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I gotta pee, too.” “Someone will come out for a smoke soon,” Seth said. He wondered if the moment with Dean had been killed by Bo. If so, he would put an end to Bo's nearly non-existent career. Seth had an “in” with the Authority. Dean paced back and forth. “Oh, fuck it, I'll just pee right here.” Seth decided to test the waters, so to speak. “Can I aim for you?” Dean broke into a huge smile. “Hell yeah! Never tried that before. C'mere and help me pee on this plant that looks like the Jolly Green Giant's pubes.” He gestured at a potted fern. Seth laughed, and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. He bent so he could see, well, somewhat, in the darkness, around Dean's shoulders. He watched Dean undo his jeans and pull down the front of his tighty-whities, and came down with a case of penis-envy; Dean was longer, fatter, and rock hard. Seth wrapped his hands around it, stroking and caressing it, and made Dean moan. “I hate peeing with a hard on, but I have to go so bad.” “Hurry up and piss, I want to play,” Seth said, and stroked Dean's cock. Precum, not piss, came out of it. “Fuck, Seth, you're not helping! If you want me to pee, you have to stop playing.” Seth forced himself to stop stroking Dean's hot cock, and loosened his hold on it. He felt Dean push, and a short, but forceful spurt of piss came out, which Seth was not able to guide to the fern, it went on the wall, instead. They laughed, and Dean tried again, but nothing. “I guess I'm not very good at this, am I?” Seth asked, coyly. “It's not your fault, it's this godawful hard on... Wait, it is your fault!” Dean playfully tickled him. Seth giggled, and clutched at his sides. “I need to calm down,” Dean admitted, and tucked himself back into his tight jeans. He winced. Seth led him to a chair. “You look so uncomfortable.” Dean nodded. “Throbbing cock in jeans like these; uncomfortable is an understatement.” Seth, of course, had to grope. He was finding it hard to keep his hands off Dean. “Mmmmm.” “Seth! You're not helping, again! Here I am, willing it to go down so I can finally pee, and you're trying to keep it hard.” Dean half-scolded, half-flirted. “Once I pee, I can play. I don't want to, you know, pee when we're doing something.” “I did once,” Seth admitted. “But, oddly enough, I also had the most intense orgasm ever.” “Hmmm, interesting. Mind telling me about it?” Seth had to change up how it went down, of course, he couldn't give up his secret to Dean, who couldn't keep a secret. Not that Dean was intentionally a gossip, he just talked a lot, and sometimes his brain couldn't keep up with his mouth. “I was with this guy-” “Someone from work?” Dean wanted to know. “No, a Wall Street broker,” Seth lied. Dean laughed. “Should've known you'd go high-class.” “Yeah, you know me,” Seth smiled over his lie so easily bought and continued. “Anyway, he wouldn't let me take a piss before he mounted me. It was the most amazing, intense feeling I ever had. I pissed all over the bed, and came at the same time.” “Wow...” Dean mused. “Then, I got spanked for making the bed a mess, but I hardly felt it in the afterglow.” “That was a hot story,” Dean commented. “I got spanked recently, too.” Seth chuckled. “Yep, by Bo. Fifteen minutes ago. I was there.” “That definitely doesn't count, for anything.” “What did you get spanked for?” Seth wanted to know. “My teacher spanked me for deploying my army of little soldiers in my pants. She ordered me not to cum, but pushed me to the edge. When I lost it, there was so much jiz I felt like I peed my pants. Looked like it, too.” Seth kissed him softly. “You're so hot.” “Teacher actually ordered me not to cum or masturbate for fifteen days after that, and I've got a week to go, and my balls are ready to pop,” Dean's hand automatically went to that area. “She didn't tell me I couldn't have someone else touch me, though, so I guess we're good there.” “But what if I make you cum?” “I'm sure you will, Seth. What teacher doesn't know won't hurt her.” “You're such a bad boy.” “I know. I'm going to try to pee again. You can watch, but it's probably best you don't touch.” Seth followed back to the potted fern and watched while Dean watered it. “Better now?” He asked, when Dean had finished. “Yeah, I think I lost ten pounds.” “Good, my turn.” Seth undid his dress pants and began pissing into the fern. “Damn, Seth, you've got a nice cock!” Seth smiled. “The most famous in all of wrestling entertainment.” The fern was saturated, and piss began running out onto the patio. “Oops.” “Bad boy,” Dean teased, and stepped out of the river's path. “I know, I'm incorrigible.” “Surprised you can pronounce that one.” “I can pronounce anything when I'm not live. But, I've gotten better.” Seth shook off and put himself away. He smirked at the mess he and Dean had made. A stream ran all the way across the patio to pool in a corner. “I'm such a dirty boy.” “Me, too,” Dean added, as he looked for a way off the patio. “Yeah, you are. Bad influence, too.” “I think we can get down if we jump on the dumpster. It's only five, maybe six feet,” Dean said, looking down into the alley. Seth looked. “Yeah, we fly from higher than this. Look out! Superstar!” He shouted as he leaped. He landed solidly on the lid of the dumpster, and hopped down to the alley. “Come on, Dean!” Dean jumped down, too, and they embraced and kissed again. Seth couldn't help but grope Dean again, too, and this time, Dean groped him back. They hurried across the street, where their rooms were booked, to Dean's room. As they frantically stripped each other, Seth barely heard Dean say he was sharing the room with Jey, but Jey seldom came back before four. Naked and hard, Dean and Seth dove for the nearest bed. Dean produced a bottle of lube, and dripped some on to Seth. It was warm, and when Dean wrapped his hand around him, Seth was stunned by the pleasure. “Fuck, Dean...” Dean smiled, sassy, and dripped some on himself. He guided Seth's hand to where it would pleasure him most, and thrilled Seth jerked him, sensually, slowly. Dean moaned. “Oh, Seth, sweetness, stop!” Shocked, Seth pulled away, afraid he'd hurt Dean. But, he looked at Dean's squinted face and quivering muscles, and realized Dean was struggling not to cum. Although Seth remembered Dean telling him that he hadn't been able to cum for a week, forbidden to by his “teacher” (whoever that was, Seth still wondered), it was a feather in his cap of many that he'd made Dean feel that good; that he wanted to blow right away. Seth thrust his hips, fucking Dean's hand as he kissed him. “Mmmm, you're so fucking hot.” “I don't want to cum yet,” Dean said. “Can you stay hard and cum again once you do?” “I did when I was a teenager, but now I need a break in between,” Dean admitted, and blushed. “Me, too,” Seth said. They cooled things a little, just kissing and petting, until Dean's trail of kisses found its way down Seth's belly to his cock. Seth wrapped his fingers in Dean's hair as Dean's lips wrapped around his cock, and everything else dissolved as Seth discovered the wonderment of Dean's delightful oral. Several times Seth thought that he, and even the world, would explode, and Dean would sense that, and switch his method, easing Seth off the peak before building him up again. Seth felt like his soul, his strength, his everything, was in Dean's skillful hands and mouth. Seth began begging Dean to let him cum. He had never wanted to so badly before. “Not yet,” Dean replied. But, he did cease playing, and laid down beside Seth, their hard cocks side by side. “I feel so small next to you,” Seth admitted. “Oh, shush,” Dean chided. “I don't have more than an inch or so on you. And, yours is sexier; I've got this big vein running right on the top of my shaft, and I hate how purple the head gets when I'm really horny.” Seth looked. His cock was prettier. Both his, and Dean's, were drooling shiny precum. “Yours is still sexier to me,” he said. Dean smiled, and they shared another kiss. Their cocks rubbed together, a hot sensation. Their precum mixed together in a musk, joining the cinnamon scent of Dean's lube. “Let's see what I can do for you,” Seth drawled. “Tie me up?” Dean asked, excitedly. Seth grinned. Dean really was a dirty boy. “Sure, but with what?” Dean produced a pair of handcuffs, and took his belt out of his discarded jeans. “You can use your belt on my other leg,” he said, brightly. Awkwardly, Seth tied Dean to the bed. He'd never done that before; he'd always been the one tied down. But, he could see that Dean was excited, eyes aglow, and breathing fast. Seth teased him, gently stroking Dean's hot body everywhere, besides his cock. Oh, he would come very close, and Dean would moan and his cock would twitch. He blew hot air on to the purple plum head. “Do you want to cum for me?” Seth asked. “Oh, fuck yeah I do! I'm not going to try to hold back anymore.” “Good,” Seth said, and took Dean's fat cock into his mouth. So different in size and texture from Master's, and tasting of cinnamon lube. In no time at all, Seth had it clean, and tasted only Dean's precum. “Sixty-nine!” Dean cried. “Please, Seth, I want you.” Seth turned, so Dean could have at him, too. Being back in Dean's mouth was so pleasurable his toes curled, and even though he wanted to moan and cry out, he kept sucking Dean. He hoped he was making Dean feel as good as Dean was making him feel. Panting, he licked and sucked that purple plum while teetering on the edge, about to explode in Dean's mouth. Just as the first spurt of Dean's cum splattered in Seth's face, Seth shot his load, too. He wrapped his pretty mouth around Dean's cock again, and felt cum hit his throat. He swallowed it, as Dean swallowed his. Spent, they laid together and shared a bottle of water. Seth tasted his mouth, and enjoyed the feeling of Dean's body beside his. Dean was stroking the blonde streak in Seth's hair. “And they call me the lunatic fringe.” Seth giggled and began tickling Dean. Dean responded tit for tat, and Seth was quite ticklish. “Stop, I gotta piss.” Seth wiggled, and held himself like a little boy. “Awww, that's so cute. And me, too, actually.” Seth got up and headed to the bathroom. “I always do, soon after I cum.” Dean followed. “It's a natural reflex, clears the pipe so you don't pee in stereo later.” Seth sat down on the toilet. “C'mere, Dean. I want your hot piss all over my hot cock.” Dean giggled. “I don't want to make a mess, Seth!” He held himself, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Seth patted his thighs. “Sit in my lap. You know, like spider-style on a swing.” Dean did, and Seth wrapped his arms around him. He kissed Dean's earlobe. “Let go,” he whispered, and felt Dean loosen his grip on himself. Seth felt Dean's hot piss pour onto his groin, and drip noisily into the toilet from his jewels. It felt amazing. He kissed Dean when he, too, started pissing. He was still pissing after Dean had stopped. “Wow, Seth!” “Yeah, I can hold a lot,” Seth said, and pissed two more long streams. “My limits have been stretched, most recently on RAW. Almost five hours in the car, no time to piss before my promo. I thought I was going to piss my pants the whole fucking promo, but I didn't.” Seth got up, and flushed the toilet. “I don't think I could've handled that,” Dean said, as he pulled on his briefs. “I would've peed my pants, for real.” “You're not going to shower?” Seth asked. Dean grinned and shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” “I wasn't going to, either,” Seth admitted. “What dirty boys we are.” Dean nodded eagerly in agreement. “Have you ever peed yourself?” Seth thought about the self-goldenshower Mistress had ordered him to do. He didn't think that was what Dean was asking though, so he replied: “I've never had an accident, at least not as an adult.” “I peed myself on the way to Arlington, how embarrassing.” “Last week?” Seth asked. “Yeah.” Dean blushed. “I was riding with Jey, Jimmy, and Naomi. There was a problem at the rest area, so I started heading for the woods, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Everyone found out about it, too.” “Awww, poor thing,” Seth said, and patted Dean's back. “The twins were really sympathetic, Naomi, not so much. But, no one told, so I guess all's good.” “Mhmm. I should get back to the party.” “I don't even know how it went on without you,” Dean said, and kissed him. “Our champion. My champion.” “Can we do this again?” Seth asked, as he buttoned his shirt. “I'd love to.”
Back at the party, Seth paused before a mirror in the lobby. He straightened his collar, and walked into the party like he was walking on to a yacht, and right into Kane. “Why, Tyler, I haven't seen you all night.” “It's Seth.” Dr. My-Sack Yankit, the Lita rapist corpse-fucker, he wanted to add, but didn't. “Ambrose and I got locked out on the patio.” Kane laughed. The Bella twins shoved between them, dragging Alicia Fox between them. Foxy was moaning that she was going to throw up. “Morning sickness?” Kane called after them. Seth laughed, and followed Kane to the VIP section. His owners were in a lush, half-moon booth, still enjoying drinks and canapes. “Look who I found,” Kane announced. “Seems some smart ass locked our champ and Mr. Ambrose out on the patio.” “Now who would do that?” Mistress asked no one in particular. Seth answered. “I'm pretty sure it was Bo Dallas, Ma'am. But, I think he was just trying to be funny. You know how he is.” Seth had decided not to ask the Authority to find a reason to fire Bo, since Bo's stunt had facilitated his playtime with Dean. “Indeed,” Mistress replied, dryly. “Little weirdo; I can't wait until his contract expires.” The Authority and Seth laughed, and he and Kane sat down in the booth, too. Seth ordered water from the cocktail waitress. “That...thing is the only one I've ever had to order to wear underwear,” Master sneered, after the waitress left. “You would think something like that would just be common decency, or even common sense, but no, not to Bo.” “Being in the ring with him is truly a disgusting experience,” Seth said. “We try to minimize that,” Kane replied, seriously. “We gave him a stupid gimmick, too. All you have to do is Bo-lieve!” Seth felt good, on the same level with the Authority, but he knew it was just an illusion. He left the party early, to ready the suite for sleep. In his room, Seth stripped out of his dress clothes and buried his face in them; they smelled faintly of Dean's cologne. His underwear was stained with precum and smelled like Dean's piss. He put them in his laundry bag, tucked his again-erect cock into black boxer briefs, and pulled on the orange jail shirt. He turned down the master bed and laid out the robes and a gown for Mistress; Master always slept naked. He put a bottle of water on both nightstands. Then, his phone, which he'd tucked into the waistband of his boxers, vibrated. A text from Dean! Seth's heart pitter-pattered. Just woke up, really need to pee, J's passed out in the bathroom. I'm about to wet my bed! What should I do? Seth looked at the time. Did he dare? It was Dean, hell yeah he dared! He texted back: I'll be right down. You can piss on me. He yanked his dress pants back on and swapped the jail shirt for “Never Shuts Up”. He grabbed his key card and dashed downstairs to Dean's room. He knocked softly, and Dean flung it open, clearly desperate and flustered. “Is Jey really passed out in there?” Seth asked, thumbing at the bathroom door. “Uh-huh,” Dean replied, miserably. “If you listen close, you can hear him snoring. He's been in there forever, and I really gotta pee; I even peed my briefs a little and-” “Honey, it's okay, I'm here now.” Seth kissed him softly before sitting down in the desk chair. “Come here.” Dean, still wearing his damp briefs, climbed into Seth's lap, and Seth instantly heard that distinct hissing noise before feeling Dean's piss soak his crotch again. “Oh, fuck...I'm peeing my briefs...I'm trying...I'm trying to stop...I'm trying...Oh, fuck, I can't stop!” Dean managed to pull down the front of his soaked briefs, and a huge gush of piss drenched Seth's WWE t-shirt. “Sorry, Seth!” “No, it's okay, I love it.” Seth took control of Dean's pissing cock, and aimed it towards his own mouth and let Dean fill it. “Wow, you really are a dirty boy, aren't you?” Seth swallowed, even though he didn't like the spent-alcohol flavor. “Yeah, I'm a dirty little fucker. Filthy in thoughts, words, and deeds.” “I fucking love it!” Dean declared, and kissed Seth right on his pissy mouth before getting up and discarding the wet briefs. “Hey, can I have those?” Seth asked. Dean grinned and handed him the wet underwear. “That's a first, never had anyone ask me for my undies.” “My first time asking for someone's.” “Let me get you some dry clothes.” “It's not necessary.” Dean giggled. “What if someone sees you?” Seth smirked. “I fell in the pool.” Dean handed him a pair of sweats and a wifebeater. “Okay, I'll put the pants on.” Reluctantly, Seth slipped out of the wet things and folded them neatly, with Dean's briefs tucked inside, and pulled on Dean's pants. Dean snugged him. “You're so cute. Thank you for coming by and letting me pee on you.” “Anytime,” Seth said, and gave Dean a quick kiss. “Sweet dreams, bad boy.” “Good night, babe.” Seth ran as fast as he could with a hard on all the way back to the presidential suite, hoping his owners had not beat him there. If they had, he would have some explaining to do. Luckily, the suite was still empty when he arrived. He didn't know how much time he had left, though. He hid the bundle of wet clothes under his bed and traded Dean's sweats for his uniform. He put his dog tags on and went to the sitting room to wait. He couldn't stop thinking about Dean. It dawned on him that for the first time in years that he had a crush! It seemed stupid, not to mention juvenile, but the feelings were the same. Just to think of Dean made his face red, his heart throb, and the butterflies flutter in his belly. He could smell Dean's piss on his skin, a primal, erotic thing, and he got hard. He awoke to the voices of his owners. Master's somewhat sarcastic: “Awww, look.” Mistress's somewhat tender: “Poor Sethie, he must be exhausted.” Seth couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep on the floor of the sitting room. Quickly, he got on his knees. “I'm sorry Sir, Ma'am.” He stifled a yawn. “You're good, Seth,” Master said, and patted him, then drew away, and looked down upon him with suspicion. “You smell like piss.” Seth reddened. He had no idea what to say. His tired mind frantically scrambled for an excuse, or even a response, but he couldn't come up with one. He began to get scared. Mistress sniffed. “Oh yeah he does. Did you have an accident, Sethie?” Seth was relieved, Mistress had made the excuse for him. Feigning shame, he nodded. “Oh jeez,” Master shook his head. “You're almost thirty years old, what's wrong with you? Well?” He prodded, when Seth didn't reply. “I tried to hit the men's on my way out of the party, but there was a line. Then, I accidentally left the elevator on the wrong floor, but I thought it was the right floor, so I got lost trying to find the room,” Seth lied, in his meekest voice. “Stupid Seth,” Master laughed. “I think you must be bleaching your brain along with that streak in your hair.” Mistress laughed, too, then remembered the internet. “How many people saw you?” “No one...Well, I passed by some people, and there were the people in the elevator, which is how I ended up getting out on the wrong floor, but that was all before I pissed my pants.” “No one saw you afterwards?” She asked. “No, I was already in here when it happened.” “Whew, thank goodness. Thought for a moment we had another scandal on our hands,” Mistress said, visibly relieved. Seth blushed, since he'd already caused one this year with his naked pictures. “And you didn't even have the sense or decency to take a shower.” Master shook his head. “I didn't know when you were coming back,” Seth said. “I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything right away.” “Did you at least clean up your puddle?” Mistress asked. “Yes, Ma'am.” “You didn't wet the carpet?” “No, Ma'am, I was in the bathroom when it happened.” Mistress was apparently satisfied, and went into the master bedroom, but Master lingered. “So let me see,” Master began. “You made it all the way to the bathroom and you still couldn't use it properly?” Seth was hating this, elaborating a lie he might have to remember later. “I couldn't hold it.” “Stupid Seth, don't you have an ounce of self-control?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” Master unhooked his belt, and pulled it from his dress pants. “Go to your room, Seth.” He folded the belt in half, and cracked it. Seth obeyed. He knew Master was going to whip him for “having an accident”, but it was worth it. He would suffer a thousand lashings with Master's belt and tell the biggest lies if it meant he could play with Dean again. Seth realized his room smelled like Dean's piss, too, from the clothes he'd thrown under the bed. He hoped Master wouldn't notice, but of course he did. “Your room smells like piss, too. Didn't you say you cleaned up? Did you lie to me and my wife, Seth?” “Yes, Sir, I cleaned up, but I forgot to rinse my clothes. I'm sorry, Sir.” “Strip, and get into position four. Time to punish you for your accident.” Master ordered. Master had already stripped, down to “manties”, this time a purple and pink zebra-striped thong. Seth took off his uniform and bent over, holding his ankles. It was going to hurt, he knew, Master never fooled around when it came to giving his pet the belt, but he guessed he deserved it; he was a dirty boy, even if he hadn't had an accident. Master whipped him with the belt five times, hard. It wasn't the worst Master had ever whipped him, but Seth knew he would still have welts, and would have to be careful changing in the locker room. “Go rinse out your clothes immediately, and air out this room,” Master ordered. “Sometimes I wonder how you got as far as you have without someone keeping you in check.” “Yes, Sir,” Seth said, dutifully, ass still aflame. “I don't ever want to come upon a mess like this from you again, understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Wake us up tomorrow at ten.” “Yes, Sir.” “Good night, pet.” “Good night, Sir.” Finally, Master left, and a wave of relief washed over Seth. He'd pulled it off, he'd done dirty deeds with Dean, and no one was the wiser. He laughed at his own pun, and pulled the pile of wet clothes out from under his bed. He found Dean's briefs, and pressed them to his face, feeling the cool dampness and smelling his scent. Seth placed them under his pillow, and went to rinse the rest of his clothes and hang them on the shower curtain rod. He inspected the welts on his ass, one for every lashing, but none were bleeding. Satisfied with his day, he went to bed and curled up with Dean's briefs. He couldn't wait to see him again. He hoped to see him in his dreams.
What's up, everyone?  I've been working on some stories for some regular writing and... inevitably, I wound up dreaming up some omorashi scenarios for the characters. So, here's this story concept I've wanted to work with for a while.  I finally decided to just go ahead and do it.  It's planned to be a multiple part series.  Hope you enjoy. Warning:  may contain loli. _________________________________________                Samantha Adder walked through the nearly-empty halls of the academy, her destination laser-focused in her brain.  She took a sip from her cup of coffee, her third of the day.  Normally, she didn’t drink nearly that much all at once, but this week was different. This was the week of the field agent exams, quite possibly the most important week of her life.  She was one of the most promising apprentices in the entire academy, and doing well in these exams would mean moving on to the next step.  If she succeeded, she would become a full-fledged sorceress. The actual test wasn’t until the end of the week, which meant Samantha had five full days to prepare.  Five days full of anxiety, sleep deprivation, obsessive training, and excessive caffeine.  Yup, the most important week of her life. As Sam rounded the corner toward the training rooms, she was met by Matthew Specter, her old partner from back in training. “Ah, Sam, just who I wanted to see.”  He said, stepping directly in front of her and cutting off her path, “Can you come and help me test something?” Samantha sighed in response.  She didn’t really have the energy to waste on his experiments right now.  “What do you need, Matt?” “Well, I’ve been working on this potion, and I needed a test subject for its first run.” “You do know this week is the field agent exams, right?  I need to prepare and I need to be in top form.  I can’t go around chugging experimental potions.” “I thought you might say that.”  Matt said, waving a finger in front of her face, “But I bet you’ll change your mind when you hear what it’s supposed to do.” “Yeah, and what’s that?”  Sam asked, glaring at him. “The idea is that it’s supposed to accelerate cellular regeneration in the muscles and skin to a near instantaneous rate.”  Matt rambled excitedly. “Meaning?”  Sam prompted, raising an impatient eyebrow. “Meaning it would all but eliminate feelings of fatigue and cut recovery times by up to ninety-nine percent!” This caught her attention. “And you really think that will work?” “It would probably require from fine-tuning after the first batch,” Matt admitted, shaking his head from side to side, “but yes.  I’ve done all the calculations and materials research- as well as some preliminary, non-human, testing- and all the results suggest it should work perfectly.” “So, what about the side-effects?”  Samantha asked, not getting infected by Matt’s excitement. “Side-effects?”  Matt echoed, confused. “Yeah, like the last time I tested a potion for you.” “Oh, that… Don’t worry, I managed to isolate the combustive agent and control for it.  There’s no chance of that happening again.” “And the time before that?” “Okay, I already told you, I don’t know why you turned purple.  Given I haven’t been able to replicate it, I’m chocking that up to an anomaly.  It won’t happen again.” “So you’re sure this will work?”  Sam asked again, her tone softening. “According to my calculations, there’s a sixty percent chance it should work exactly as expected.” Matt lifted up a finger and cut off Sam before she could protest, “But there is a ninety-nine percent chance that it will not have any adverse effects.  It should either work as expected, or produce no effect at all.” “What’s the other one percent?”  Sam persisted, her fears not put to ease. “Just accounting for statistical anomalies.”  Matt said, “Things I hadn’t foreseen:  interactions between ingredients in these quantities, effects from the environment of the human body, minor and incredibly specific details.” “Don’t worry about that, though,” Matt continued, “I’m certain that, should anything go wrong, I should be able to fix it without any issue.” “How are you so sure of that?”  Sam questioned incredulously. Matt let out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle.  “Look who you’re talking to.”  He said. Sam exhaled heavily.  It was true, Matt was the top of his class in many categories, not least of which being potion making. “Fine, but make it quick.”  Sam finally relented. “Excellent!”  Matt exclaimed, all but jumping for joy. Before long, they had made their way to Matt’s lab.  It didn’t look too far from the average chemistry lab, except the labeling consisted of strange magic symbols, rather than scientific warning labels. “No outside food or drink in the lab, please.”  Matt commented, pointing to a nearby trash can, as they were just outside the door. Samantha was not about to throw away perfectly good coffee.  Standing in the doorway, she quickly chugged what was left of the slightly cooled liquid and chucked the empty cup in the garbage. Without saying another word, Matt made his way over to a shelf and pulled out a bottle containing a pale yellow liquid.  He slid it across the table to Samantha and picked up his clipboard, eagerly positioning himself to take notes. Sam stared apprehensively at the bottle.  She agreed to it earlier, but now the reality of the situation was setting in.  She was really about to test this with no idea what could happen.  If something went wrong, it could cost her valuable preparation time.  Or, worse yet, it could make her miss the exam altogether- meaning Sam would have to wait another year before taking it.  It had begun to set in that taking a risk now could mean a whole additional year as an apprentice. She looked up at Matt who was still waiting eagerly with his clipboard.  Sam had trusted him many times in the past.  While there were mistakes here and there, he would never intentionally hurt her.  And if it worked, this potion’s effects would be incredibly helpful. After a few moments’ hesitation, Samantha uncorked the bottle and chugged its contents. She slammed the bottle down on the table, suppressing a gag as she swallowed the last of the potion.  It was very bitter and felt like a wax coating the inside of her mouth.  Then again, potions rarely tasted good. After fighting off another gag reflex, she looked back at Matt.  “So what should I expect now?”  She asked, only now realizing she hadn’t thought about how he intended to test if the potion worked. “The effects should start to set in before a minute has passed.”  Matt answered, writing something on his clipboard.  “You might feel a slight tingling sensation.” “Okay, and-” Sam was cut off mid-sentence as she was overtaken by a sudden, strange feeling.  Her head started spinning and the edges of her vision started to dim.  She completely lost her sense of balance.  The rest of her felt fine, but her head was swimming and she was starting to black out.  As her vision faded, Sam reached out to the nearest table to try and catch herself.  Then, everything went dark… When Sam returned to consciousness, she seemed to be on her knees next to the table.  She couldn’t feel anything, her whole body was numb.  She tried to stand up, but couldn’t manage to raise herself any higher. Sam looked around.  Her vision was back to normal, at least.  When she looked over at Matthew, he was staring at her, a look of pure astonishment on his face as his hand worked furiously over his clipboard. “How long was I out?”  Samantha asked.  Something seemed weird about her voice, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  It just hit her ear wrong.  It was still familiar, but it didn’t sound quite like she expected her voice to. “Out?”  Matt asked, pausing his writing for just a moment, “Assuming you lost consciousness around the time you lunged forward, you were out for…”  He looked over his notes, “About thirty-six seconds.” Well, at least she hadn’t lost too much time.  Although that did little to calm her feeling of unease. “What happened?”  She asked.  Now she was sure something was off about her voice, but still couldn’t quite figure it out. “Well… how should I put this?”  Matt bounced the eraser of his pencil off his chin, “You’re, well… younger.” “What?”  Sam asked slowly.  She heard the words he said, but the statement didn’t quite make sense.  “What does that mean?” It was then that the problem finally clicked.  Samantha realized what was wrong with her voice:  it was higher pitched than normal. “Well, I can’t say for sure, but if I were to guess, I’d say you’ve reverted to a form that is about half the age you were before.”  Matt explained without looking up from his notes.  His tone was so flat, like he didn’t just tell someone he supposedly shaved over a decade off their life. “You’re joking, right?” Samantha tried to stand again, but still couldn’t rise up at all.  She looked over at her hand that was still braced against the table.  That’s when she saw it.  A cold chill radiated through her.  Samantha’s arm was significantly smaller, less muscular, and shorter than it should be.  She looked down and realized why she couldn’t get up:  she was already standing up.  She really was smaller.  No way!  This couldn’t be real, could it? “This is fascinating!”  Matt shouted in excitement, “I’ve never seen anything like this.  I mean so many questions.  Where did all that mass go?  It can’t have just disappeared.  And Think of the implications, a reverse aging potion!  We’ll need to conduct some tests, but this could be a precursor to some sort of elixir of life!” “Hey!”  Sam shouted, snapping her significantly shrunken fingers.  “That’s great and all, but you need to fix this right now!  I don’t have time to go walking around as a middle schooler.” Matt stopped writing and lifted his face from the clipboard, staring down at Samantha.  His expression was completely blank. “You do know how to fix this, right?” Matt looked back down at his notes and continued writing. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know how to fix me?!”  Sam practically shouted. Matt cleared his throat, “Well, I don’t have anything on-hand to get you back to normal, no.  But don’t worry.  It should only be a matter of researching the potion further and reverse-engineering it into a cure.” “And how long will that take?”  Sam was growing equal parts impatient and nervous. “It’s easy enough.  Should only take me a couple of days, I’m sure.” “A couple days?”  Samantha asked through grit teeth.  “You do realize the field agent exams are this week?  If you don’t have me fixed up in time-” She took a threatening step toward Matt, but her pace was cut short.  Her foot caught on some kind of resistance and she nearly tripped. “Don’t worry.”  Matt said calmly, “I assure you, I’ll put my full efforts behind studying these effects and finding a fix.  You’ll absolutely be back to normal in time for the exam.  However…” Matthew paused and looked Samantha over for a moment, “I believe our first priority should be finding you a change of clothes.” “Change of clothes?”  Samantha echoed slowly. She looked down to examine herself again.  In all the shock, she hadn’t processed it before.  While her body had shrunk, her clothes did not.  Now, her clothes were positively hanging off of her.  Right now, her sagging t-shirt was pretty much the only thing keeping Sam’s newly-reverted body from being completely exposed. “I’m sure we have some old robes lying around that should be sufficient.”  Matt said. Sam felt herself start blushing.  “I’m not walking around in nothing but a robe!” “Yes, I suppose that would impair your movements and restrict your usefulness.”  Matthew drummed his pencil against the clipboard for a moment. “Ah!”  He said in sudden realization, “Doesn’t that student, Allison Larks, have a younger sister around your age?  Maybe she’d be able to help.” Without waiting for a response, Matt set down his clipboard and quickly left the room, leaving Samantha alone in the lab. This was mortifying.  Not only did she look like a kid, but now someone else was being brought in to gawk at the sight.  Sam really hated the idea of someone else getting dragged in.  The fewer people that knew about this, the better. For now, the room was completely silent, giving Samantha time to reflect.  Here she was, in the body of a little girl, practically naked in the laboratory.  She was five days from taking the most important exam of her life and they had no idea when- or if- they would be able to fix her.  This had to be a dream right?  This couldn’t be real.  It was a stress dream or something. These frantic thoughts were cut off as Matt returned, followed by a young woman. “You have a sister, right?”  Matt asked, “Around twelve years old, if I recall correctly.” “Yeah.”  The girl answered. “Do you think we could borrow some of her clothes?” “Wait, why?”  Allison asked, sounding both confused and worried.  She then looked around the room and laid eyes on Samantha, still barely covered by a t-shirt that was once a perfect fit. “Oh…”  Allison gasped.  “Yeah, I think she’s about the right size.  I could probably snag some of my sister’s clothes without anyone noticing.  I can be back soon.” Allison immediately turned and ran out of the room. “For now, I think it would be best if we got you somewhere more private.  You’d only get in the way staying here, anyway.”  Matt commented.  He tossed a baggy black robe over to Samantha. Sam quickly wrapped herself in the robe and slid out of her old clothes.  This was insane.  She was very careful to keep the robe close and well wrapped. Once she was sure of her new covering, Matt lead Sam out of the room.  As they traveled down the hall, Samantha kept looking around frantically.  She really didn’t want anyone else to see her like this.  Thankfully, the halls of the academy were sparsely populated during exam time, so she seemed to be doing well in this endeavor. Along the way, Sam took a few chances to intermittently glare up at Matthew.  Matthew didn’t seem to notice these looks, though, as he only bore a wide smile on his face. Soon enough, Samantha was lead into a small break room down the hall.  It was a small room containing a single bed and a desk with a chair.  A dim bulb was the only source of light. “I’ll be sure to let Allison know where you are when she returns.”  Matt said before leaving, shutting the door behind him. Once the door was shut, Samantha reached up and turned the lock to make sure no one would walk in on her.  She sat down on the bed, having to lift herself up to position herself on top of the mattress.  It was strange being this small.  Sam hadn’t realized just how much she had grown over the years. She looked at her hands.  Her fingers were so small now.  Her feet couldn’t touch the ground from where she was sitting.  Everything about her was so much smaller.  Now that Sam really had time to process things, she noticed just how soft and smooth her skin had become.  It really was true, she hadn’t just shrunk, she was in a younger body.  That… didn’t seem possible.  It was insane.  Even in a world of magic and potions, something like this was impossible.  The act of altering someone’s body was possible, but not without a great deal of effort.  But to actually revert someone to a younger age… it was unheard of. Sam rubbed her hands together.  It was still taking some time to get used to the feeling of her new body.  As she sat in the silence of the room, she tried to focus on each part of her system, making sure everything was still where it should be. After a few minutes of this, Samantha realized there was another new sensation in her body.  Now that her nerves had calmed down, she was able to feel something else.  It wasn’t something she had never felt before, but she hadn’t noticed it until now. Sam felt a slight tingling between her legs.  Slightly above that, just below her stomach, there was a dull pressure.  In all the excitement, she couldn’t believe she didn’t notice.  Sam had to pee.  Badly. She supposed it made sense.  After all, she had drunk three cups of coffee that morning.  Normally, that wouldn’t be too bad.  She did that every so often without any problems.  But since her outsides had gotten smaller, it only made sense that her insides would shrink, too.  Because of that, all that liquid now lead to an incredibly full bladder. Samantha knew the building very well.  There was a bathroom just down the hall; she could easily make it if she ran. Still, she didn’t exactly like that option.  She hated the idea of anyone seeing her like this.  Of course, unless she planned on holding it in for the next few days, she would have to go sometime.  But right now, Sam was only barely covered by an old robe wrapped around her.  That wouldn’t be easy to maintain in her rush, and it could get in the way if she had to run.  Even if Sam had to come to terms with people seeing her little kid body, there was no way she was going to risk them seeing her naked. As it was, it seemed Sam was stuck in this room until someone came along with a change of clothes for her to wear.  That couldn’t take long, right? Samantha crossed her legs and breathed deeply, trying to distract herself from her ever-growing need for a bathroom.  Unfortunately, the emptiness of the room didn’t exactly yield itself to any kind of distraction.  Instead, all she could think about was the building ocean in her bladder and how incredibly good it would feel to let it out. Within minutes, Sam was bouncing on the spot, trying to keep all her liquid contained.  Every few seconds, she had to stop, as this bouncing provoked a few new spasms from her bladder.  In the silence of the room, Sam swore she could hear the bodily fluids sloshing around inside her. The worst part of the situation was the speed at which her desperation was building.  It was continuing to get worse with no signs of slowing down.  It seemed all that coffee was not done filtering through her system just yet. ‘Where is Allison with those clothes?’  She thought frantically.  ‘It shouldn’t take this long to get home and back, right?  She only lives… across… the… city…’  The reality had begun to sink in that she may be in for a long wait. ‘Alright, Sam,’ she thought, ‘just focus.  You’re almost a full-fledged sorceress.  This is just another issue of mind over matter.’ Sam came to the conclusion that the upcoming exams should be a distracting enough thought.  Not to mention, it would be a good idea to review her knowledge, since she had nothing else to do. She breathed heavily, trying to tighten her focus.  “Alright,” She said aloud to no one in particular, “when faced with a werewolf whose curse is unknown- Ah!” Her impromptu quiz was rudely interrupted as her bladder decided to chime in again.  This particular reminder was worse.  Sam felt a very small spurt of pee escape from her.  It wasn’t much this time, but she could feel the wetness on her thighs.  The rest of it wasn’t far behind, either.  Sam could feel more fluid rushing through her urethra.  It wanted to be out, and it didn’t want to wait anymore. Samantha slowly slid her arms inside her robe and thrust them between her legs.  The second she spread her thighs to make room for her hands, she felt the full force of her predicament.  The constant, throbbing pain was immense.  In the milliseconds between parting her legs and clamping her hands down, Sam almost thought she was done for. Thankfully, she had it contained for now, but it was not easy.  Sam rocked back and forth, putting all the strength she had left in her shrunken body into not letting anything else escape. “Alright, think about this, Sam,” She coached, “what would a field agent do?  You’re trapped in a compromising position and you need to use the bathroom.” She stopped for a second, freezing in place to combat another painful spasm. “Alright, first step:  evaluate your options.”  She took a deep breath and looked around the room. Sadly, the only things in sight were the desk and the chair.  Sam spotted a trash can in the corner, but her hopes were dashed as soon as they arose.  Further inspection revealed it to be a mesh structure, meaning anything poured into it would just leak out. “It seems my only choices are to leave the room or continue waiting.”  She sighed. As Sam leaned over, fighting another escape attempt by the contents of her bladder, a terrifying realization hit her.  Even if she held it until someone got her clothes to change into, she would still need to successfully change and get to the bathroom. That would be even worse than peeing herself; peeing in the clothes someone just went across town to get for her and immediately needing to find something new to change into. This thought, combined with the encouragement of another wave of pressure in her lower half, finally brought Sam to a decision.  She would have to swallow her pride and risk being seen in this baggy robe.  That seemed like the only good choice.  Now, all she had to do was get to the bathroom, sit on the toilet, and… Sam let out a sudden gasp, snapping out of her short daydream.  She felt the palms of her hands get wet.  It was time to stop thinking and start acting. She slung her legs forward and slid off the bed, feeling another small spurt escape as she landed.  This was acceptable, she was still in control.  Now there was another problem:  the door.  She couldn’t keep holding herself with both hands while opening the door. Sam took a few careful steps, trying to maintain her fragile balance, and got to the door.  Now it was time for the hard part.  Sam removed her hand from between her thighs, quickly clenching her thighs to try and make up for the missing pressure. She reached up and turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t open.  That’s right.  She locked the door.  Sam mentally kicked herself for doing that.  This was an obstacle which she could not afford right now. Sam stretched her arm up further, reaching for the lock on the door.  She could reach it, but it was clear she was taking effort away from where it was needed.  Just as she touched the lock, Sam felt a slow stream start to leak into her palm and start winding between her fingers. Sam quickly turned the lock and pushed the door open.  She then immediately pressed her hand back in between her legs and stopped, dancing on the spot, trying to contain the flow.  After a bit of effort, she managed to cut it off for the moment. Now all that was left was the hallway.  No more obstacles.  All she had to do was maintain control for a few more feet. Unfortunately, it did not seem this was going to be possible.  The second Sam turned the corner into the hallway, another leak started.  It wasn’t powerful, just a constant dribble of pee, but this one wasn’t stopping.  It looked like the mission had shifted from prevention to damage control. Sam started running down the hall, but had to stop after only a few steps.  The dribble suddenly grew into a full stream.  She bent over and tightened her grip.  Sam managed to reign the flow back in for the moment, but it seemed running was out of the question. From that point, Samantha waddled down the hall, taking small, delicate steps, her hands firmly planted between her legs.  Even with all her effort, the small dribble persisted, interspersed with an extra strong spurt every few feet. Finally, after all her effort, the end was in sight.  Sam was standing in front of the bathroom door.  This was it, her final obstacle. She removed her now-dripping hand from the front of her robe and reached for the doorknob.  She tried to turn it, but her hand slipped off.  It was much harder to get a grip with her palm completely drenched.  After a couple tries, Samantha tightened her grip and managed to open the door. The moment Sam saw the toilet, there was no holding back.  The small dribble strengthened instantly.  Sam was no longer leaking, she was peeing! In an instant, Sam decided it would do more harm trying to contain this than making her move, so she took action quickly. Sam stepped into the bathroom, shut the door, and ran the few steps over to the toilet.  All the while, she could feel the warm stream slipping between her fingers and winding its way down her legs, covering her feet. In a few steps, she was there.  Samantha removed her hands to open up and lift her robe, revealing her glistening lower body.  She hoisted herself onto the toilet and… nothing. Sam had made it to the toilet, but all that was left was a tiny trickle.  She tried to force a stream to start, and managed to bring forth a few extra spurts, but that was it.  Pretty much all the contents of Sam’s bladder were now covering her body, the robe, and the floor. Mortified, Sam hung her heard.  She dropped her robe back into place and wrapped it tightly around her like a security blanket. Sam shifted back on the toilet seat and placed her wet feet on the rim.  She then rested her head against her knees, fighting back tears.  She was turned into a kid, she had wet herself, she wasn’t about to let herself start crying.  At that point, she would basically just be a baby. She thought about her situation again.  Right now, she was nothing but a wet little girl.  Someone who, in just a few days, was going to try and become a full-fledged sorceress and she just wet herself.  Could she really do it at this point?  After all this, was she really worthy of even taking the exam, let alone passing? Sam’s depressive thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.  She had been so lost in her own head, she had no idea how much time had passed. “Go away.”  She snapped at the door. “Sam?”  She heard another girl’s voice from the other side. “Yeah.”  She sighed. Slowly, the door opened and Allison walked in, a neatly folded set of clothes under her arm.  She looked somber as her eyes met the humiliated apprentice. “Oh, good.”  Allison said, a cautious smile breaking out on her face, “I thought you, like, reverted to a toddler or something.” “Not.  Funny.”  Sam muttered. “Sorry.” The two were silent for a moment, then Sam finally asked, “How did you know I was in here?” “I just followed the trail.”  Allison said, pointing at the reflective liquid coating the bathroom floor, and the path it left down the hallway. Samantha’s face grew even warmer.  Her eyes started stinging again.  She wiped them against her forearm, gritting her teeth to force herself not to cry. “Did you need me to bring you some… protection, too?”  Allison asked, awkwardly. “No.”  Sam said, burying her face in her knees again, “I still have control over that.  Just… I overestimated my new body’s limits…” “Hey,” Allison said, setting the clothes down on the counter.  She walked over and carefully crouched down in a relatively dry spot, “I bet the same thing would happen to anyone in your position.  It’s just and accident, we all have them.” Allison’s tone was soft and soothing, like she was talking to a child.  Part of Sam hated being talked to like that, but another part of her liked how gentle and caring it sounded. “Tell you what,” Allison added, lifting Sam’s head so their eyes met, “You get yourself cleaned up and changed, and I’ll work on cleaning up the hallway.  Okay?” Sam felt tears welling up in her eyes again.  Why was she in this position?  Why did she need to be treated this way?  She was supposed to be a grown woman, an example to the students. “Okay.”  Sam responded, her voice quivering. “No one needs to know about this, it’ll be our little secret, okay?”  Allison said, lifting a finger in front of her mouth and giving a wink.  “We’ll get you cleaned up, into some clean clothes, and get back to working on finding a cure to this weirdness.” Sam nodded wordlessly. A few seconds after Allison left the room, Sam got off the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper.  First, she did her best to dry off her legs, then her feet and her other parts.  After that, she washed her hands and took the clothes off the counter. Allison had brought everything, including a small, pink pair of underwear.  It was embarrassingly childish, but at least no one should be seeing it. Sam got changed into the light blue t-shirt, jeans, and clean socks that were brought.  The clothes fit well enough.  It felt strangely good to be back in clean, dry, normal-fitting clothes.  It brought a weird amount of comfort after Samantha’s ordeal. Soon after she got changed, Allison came back in with a few towels and the girls worked together to clean up the floor. After they finished that, they put the towels and dampened robe away in the laundry room.  Then they went to meet up with Matthew in the lab.  There was a lot to get figured out about this situation, but hopefully it would be fixed before too many questions had to be answered. ‘Matt better find a cure fast,’ Samantha thought, ‘for his sake.’ _________________________________________ Thanks for reading, any feedback/suggestions would be appreciated.
Hello, there, everyone.  Long time no see. I meant to revive this story a long time ago, but it takes a while to gather up the 10,000 gold for a resurrection when you work retail. Anyway, the new chapter's finally done.  This one has a lot more story to it than desperation components. Hope y'all enjoy.  As always feedback and/or suggestions are welcome. _____________________________________________                 Samantha and Allison walked slowly through the Academy’s halls as they made their way back to the lab.  Sam was still getting used to her new legs.  Every stride was so much shorter than she was used to.  It felt like she was working twice as hard to cover half the distance.  She was moving so slow.                 Meanwhile, her thoughts were racing.  This was as unbelievable as it was humiliating.  In the span of about an hour, Samantha Adder- the promising adult apprentice sorcerer on the verge of taking the most important test of her life- was turned into a child, wet herself, and changed into a set of clothes borrowed from a student’s little sister.                 Of all her strange adventures in this world of magic, this was probably Samantha’s most surreal.  She hoped it would be over soon.                 There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.  What if it wasn’t over soon?  Or worse, what if Matt couldn’t find a cure?  What if there was something even worse that came out of this potion?                 “Are you going to be alright on your own from here?”  Allison asked as they reached the lab door.                 Sam hesitated for a moment, “I think I might like a little back-up… You know, in case I have to explain what just happened.”                 Allison let out a slight chuckle, which didn’t help Sam feel any better.                 “No problem, I got your back.”  She assured.                 “And just to be clear,” Samantha added, looking up at the student- she would never get used to this angle, “that stays between us.  Spector doesn’t need to know any of what happened back there.”  She tried to say this as harshly as possible.  Sam realized her young voice just didn’t carry the same force as her normal one.                 “Of course,” Allison assured, “like I said, it’s our little secret.”                 Sam took a deep breath and placed a hand on the door.  Her anxiety spiked at that very moment.  Right now, there were so many possibilities lying behind that door.  She could find out that Matt had already found a cure and this whole ordeal would be over.  She could also find out that there was an entirely worse problem he found in the formula.  Once she opened the door, all of those possibilities would disappear and one would be forced into being.                 Still, delaying wouldn’t make anything better.  Sam put on a brave face and pushed forward into the room.                 On the other side, they found Matthew standing at his desk, staring over a few papers while writing things down in a notebook.  Sam’s old clothes were still sitting in a haphazard pile on the floor.                 Matt looked over his shoulder as the girls entered.                 “Ah, there you are.”  He said, marking his place in the book.  He glanced at the pocket watch lying on the desk before adding, “That took longer than expected.  Were there any complications?”                 “Uh, well…”  Sam started slowly, feeling the blood rush to her face.  She tried to find a lie to cover for herself.                 “Sorry, that was my fault.”  Allison interrupted, “I kind of got lost on my way to her room.”  She added with a nervous chuckle                 “Hmm, strange…”  Matthew muttered, “I thought the directions were rather clear.”                 “No matter, you’re here now.”  He continued, completely shifting gears, “It’s good to see that there were no delayed effects.”                 Samantha had to hide her sigh of relief that he bought that cover story.  She looked up at Allison and caught her eyes.  Sam tried to say “thank you” using only her facial expression.  This task proved to be a lot more difficult than she thought, but it looked like Allison got the message.                 “Now that you are here,” Matthew continued, picking up his clipboard and turning to the girls, “I suppose we should continue with the next few steps.”                 “’The next steps’?”  Samantha echoed, “Did you find a fix?”  She asked, trying not to get her hopes up.                 “No, not yet.”  Matt admitted, “But I’ve got some ideas.  I wanted to ask a few questions now that you’ve had time to get more familiar with your new body.  These will help me understand the parameters of the potion’s effects.  The more I can narrow it down, the quicker I can come up with a solution.”                 Something about the phrase “get familiar with your new body” made Sam very uncomfortable.                 “Alright,” She responded, “let’s get this over with.  What do you want to know?”                 “First, let us establish the obvious.” Matthew started, flipping through some papers on his clipboard, “Is everything still in the correct place?”                 This question caught Samantha off guard.  It almost felt like a trick question.                 “Y-yes?”  She answered, slowly.                 “You can never tell with extreme body modifications.”  Matt defended.                 He scribbled a few notes before continuing, “Second- now that you’ve had time for at least a cursory examination of this new body- can you confirm that you are, in fact, younger?”                 “What do you mean?”  Samantha returned.                 “Well, you have obviously changed, you are smaller.  However, can you confirm that this is more than just a shrunken down version of yourself?  That you are indeed younger?  Do you feel different?  Did things shrink disproportionately?”                 “Well,” Samantha looked down at her chest.  While it was never exactly ample before, it was now completely flat.  “Yes.  I’m pretty sure I’m actually younger.”                 “Very well.”  Matt continued writing, “Third, is everything still functioning properly with this new body?”                 “What do you mean by that?”                 Matt looked at her as though he though the question was obvious.                 “Is everything still working?  Have you noticed any impairment in thought patterns or motor functions, changes in biological processes, lack of coordination?”                 “Aside from getting used to the ground being closer and everything around me being bigger, I’d say I’m still in control.”                 “Good, good.  Have you noticed any weakened control- or loss of control- of any voluntary functions?”                 Samantha paused for a second, her cheeks growing red again.  She thought about her accident.  No, there was no way she could admit that to Matt.  Besides, there was no way that was relevant.  It was just a weird coincidence, right?  Right.  Obviously.                 Samantha cleared her throat, “N-nope.”  She denied, uneasily, “Nope, definitely haven’t noticed that.  I’m still in control of my body and all its functions.”  She added a bit too obviously.                 Sam could feel Allison’s concerned gaze turned to her, but she didn’t dare look over at the student.  She just hoped the moment would pass and Allison wouldn’t correct her.                 “Alright, that’s good.”  Matt said, seemingly oblivious to the awkwardness emanating from Samantha.                 “Finally, you would place yourself somewhere around the age of ten, give or take a few years, correct?”                 “More or less.”  Sam answered, “I haven’t exactly looked at any old picture in a while.”                 “Had your magical powers manifested by that age?”                 “No…”  She answered slowly, her voice dropping.                 This question dropped like a ton of bricks on Samantha’s chest.  She took a deep, shuddering breath as the implications started to sink in.  Sam’s eyes fell to the floor and she fell back to sit against the wall.                 “I take it you haven’t tested if you’re still capable of using them?”  Matt went on.                 Sam shook her head slowly and responded with a faint, “No.”                 Matthew let out a disapproving hum.  For a moment, the only sound in the room was his pencil scratching against the paper.                 Sam’s breathing became shallow.  Her heart was in her throat.  That couldn’t be the case, could it?  There was no way she had just lost her magical powers to this potion.  That was impossible, right?  Yeah, impossible, like a potion that could turn a grown woman back into a child…                 Before now, all Sam had thought about were the physical implications of this change:  how people wouldn’t take her seriously or how it would impact her performance on the exams.  She didn’t stop to consider if she could even still take the exams.                 If she really was younger, did that mean her powers would go dormant again?                 If this were true, Sam wouldn’t have to worry about waiting another year for the exams.  No, instead she would be tossed all the way back to square one.  Years of effort all undone by one bad decision and an overconfident teammate.  Half a lifetime of work could have been wiped out in an instant.                 Sam wanted so much to disprove that theory right now.  She wanted nothing more than to just wave her hand and cast a spell- levitate something, create a spark, anything.  But she couldn’t.  She was too afraid of what would happen, or that nothing would.  She couldn’t focus enough to remember a single spell.  She couldn’t move to try and cast one.  She was paralyzed by this new fear.                 Sam jumped as she was ripped back into the waking world by a hand on her shoulder.  She looked up to see this hand was attached to Allison.                 “It’ll be fine.”  The student broke the silence.  “I’m sure you’re alright.  And we’ll find a way to return you back to normal.  No worries.”                 Sam took a deep breath.  Right, of course.  Logically, there was no way her powers were lost just like that.  Everything would be fixed.  Of course.  Everything was fine.  Totally…                 She looked up at Allison’s face.  She was smiling a gentle, though not entirely confident, smile.  This made Sam feel a little better.  Why was it so comforting?                 Samantha exhaled deeply and returned a weak smile.  “Thanks.”  She choked out.                 “No sense dwelling on that right now.”  Matthew interjected, “I’m sure this is something of a confusing experience.  Any results would be contaminated by your current mental state.  We’ll hold off on those tests until later.”                 “Gee, thanks for the reassurance.”  Sam shot back, trying to regain her composure.                 Matthew looked at her in confusion for a moment before returning to his notes.  “That’s it for the questions.  Perhaps now would be a good time to move on to some physical tests.”                 “What kind of tests?”  Sam asked.                 “Just a few exercises.”  He explained, “I want to get a better understanding of the physical capabilities of your new body.”                 “Could we stop calling it my ‘new’ body?”  Samantha interrupted, “It makes it seem way too permanent.”                 “What would you prefer we call it?”  Matt asked, not masking his impatience, “Your ‘current’ body?  ‘Young’?  ‘Transformed’?”                 “I don’t know,” Sam shook her head.  There was already too much to think about without adding semantics into the mix.  “Let’s just get going.  I don’t want to be this way long enough to have to think about that.”                 “Very well,” He nodded, “So are you ready to move on?  Do you feel rested, in good condition?”                 “As good as I can feel, I guess.”  She responded.                 “Excellent.”  Matt returned.                 He turned to the other girl, “Allison, would you care to assist?”                 Allison looked at him and responded with a simple “Huh?”                 “It would be helpful to have someone to assist in monitoring the subject so I am free to take notes and observe.”  He explained.                 “Excuse me?!”  Sam shouted, “’The Subject’?  I’m right here.”                 “My apologies,” Matt said, unapologetically, “but I find detachment helps to increase my objectivity, and, therefore, my reasoning abilities.”                 Sam quietly fumed.                 “Well,” Allison started, slowly, “I was supposed to be doing some reviews with Mr. Marcos in about twenty minutes…”                 “No matter.  I’m sure Marcos would be more than willing to give you a pass if you explain that you’re helping me with an experiment.”                 Allison looked down at Sam, who looked back up, pleading.  Samantha hated everything about this situation, but Allison made it slightly more bearable.  With Allison, Sam didn’t feel like she was doing this all alone.                 “Alright, I’ll do it.”  Allison agreed, “I already know the stuff Mr. Marcos was going to review, anyway.”                 “Excellent.”  Matthew said, almost triumphantly.  “Then I suppose it’s time we head to the gym.”                 “Wait, the gym?”  Sam asked in surprise.                 “Yes.  I want to test how your physical traits have changed.  This will be a far different task if your strength and endurance have changed than if they haven’t.”                 Sam took another deep breath.  It was close to exam time, there probably wouldn’t be too many people around the gym.  She especially didn’t want any of the gym regulars to see her like this.                 “Ok, let’s go.”  She said, finally.                 The trio walked through the winding halls of the academy toward the small gym they had available.  The gym was nearly on the opposite side of the building from the labs.  Sam often wondered if that was by design.                 Samantha stayed in the middle of the group during this trek, hoping to avoid any wandering eyes.  She wasn’t sure if any passers-by would even recognize her, but she didn’t want to take that chance.                 The gym was empty when they arrived, much to Samantha’s relief.                 It was a small gym, and nothing fancy by any stretch of the imagination.  Most of the equipment there was older than any of the students.  Still, it saw regular use, mostly by academy members looking to test transformation and charms, but a few used it for its intended purpose.                 “Now then,” Matthew began, lifting his clipboard and pencil, “I think we should start with some strength testing.  Perhaps we could start with the one-armed weight lift.  You know, where you lift one from your hip to your shoulder…”                 “You mean a bicep curl?”  Sam asked, incredulously.  Matt was certainly an advanced academic, but his knowledge of exercise certainly needed a work out.                 Matthew cleared his throat, “Yes, that.  What weight do you typically begin such exercises with?”                 “Personally?  About 30 pounds if I’m warming up.”                 Samantha felt a dash of pride as she heard an impressed hum from Allison.                 “Very well, then we should begin there.”  Matt said, turning to his notes.                 Samantha sighed to herself and approached the rack of dumbbells sitting against the wall.  She reached over and grabbed the familiar weight.                 The first attempt at picking it up was met with far more resistance than the young sorcerer expected.  Nevertheless, the persisted.  With a grunt, Sam managed to lift the dumbbell and remove it from the rack, only to have her hand immediately fall to her side.                 By now, Sam knew what she expected, but decided to test it anyway.  She tried to lift her arm in the usual curl motion, but her arm was wobbly and she struggled to lift it any higher than it already was.                 “Forgive me for judging,” Matthew said after a moment, “but I do not believe that is proper form.”                 Sam let out a breath and stopped straining, “Gee, you think?”  She snapped.                 She made another attempt to lift it, but made no more progress than before.                 “It’s too heavy, I can’t lift it.”  She finally admitted.                 The grating noise of pencil on paper sounded throughout the gym as Allison help Sam to get the weight back into its proper place.                 “You weren’t just exaggerating to impress me, right?”  Matthew asked without a hint of irony, “That is a normal weight for you to lift?”                 “Yes!”  Sam shouted back.  All the set-backs of today were really starting to wear on her patience.                 “Alright, then.  I suppose we should move on to the next test…”                 The tests continued, with each result being much like the last.  No matter what exercise she did- crunches, squats, dead lifts, etc. - Sam couldn’t do what she was normally able to.  The weights all just felt too heavy and she felt tired so much faster.                 It made sense; Sam hadn’t started seriously working out until she was a teenager.  Still, it was just so frustrating.  Not only did this set her back in her studies, now it impacted her exercise routine as well?  It was like everything Samantha had ever worked for was ripped away from her.                 To round it all out, Matthew had Sam running laps around the academy’s small courtyard.                 After maybe ten minutes of running, Sam slowed to a stop in front of him and Allison, panting heavily.                 “Convinced yet?”  She asked between gasps.                 Allison handed Sam a water bottle, which she had been drinking from during these tests.  She greedily drank what was left.                 “Yes, I think that should do for now.”  Matt agreed, writing down a few more notes.                 “Now about your recovery time,” He began, “how do you feel that compares?  Do you think you’re recovering faster than you normally would?”                 Sam glared up at him.  “Are you still testing if I’m a kid or not, or are you trying to see if your instant recovery potion worked?”                 “Can’t I do both?”  Matt asked, without any trace of humor.                 “Listen, I-“ Sam started to protest, still breathing heavily.  She was interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach.  At that moment, she realized that, in all the excitement, she hadn’t eaten anything all day.                 “Perhaps it is time for a break.”  Matthew offered, ignoring her protest, “I believe I’ve gotten sufficient data for now.”                 “Yeah, I could stand to eat.”  Allison agreed quietly.                 Samantha wanted to continue to express her outrage, but she was far too tired and hungry to pass up a meal break.                 “Sounds good…”  Sam relented.                 A few minutes later, the three found themselves in the small kitchen area for academy staff.  Thankfully, their strange timing meant the break room was empty.  Most were either in courses, training, or out of the building for the day.  As rough as today had been, Sam did take stock of how lucky she was to avoid being seen thus far.                 Matthew set down three Styrofoam cups with paper covers on the table, placing one in front of each of the girls.  He set down a plastic fork next to each cup.                 “I figured this would serve as thanks for your help today.”  Matthew explained.                 “Gee, instant noodles.  That must have set you back.”  Samantha said sarcastically.                 “And what did you bring to eat?”  Matt shot back.                 Samantha chose not to respond.  She hadn’t thought to pack a meal for the day, mostly because she expected to be in and out of the building a lot today.                 She had to admit, the noodles did smell good- though maybe that was just because it was the first solid food she had seen all day.                 Allison just said a short “Thank you” as she was handed her cup.                 Once the three of them had started eating, Allison floated a question to the group.  “So what’s the plan now?  Do you still need my help?”                 Matthew stirred his noodles slightly.  “Well, I believe I have enough data for now.  I need a bit of time to sort through it and figure some things out.  I suppose that means that you two are free to go about the rest of your day as you see fit.”                 “And what exactly should I be doing?”  Samantha asked.  She looked at Matt, but she was more throwing that question out into the air.                 “It’s up to you.”  Matt answered, “If you wish to resume your training, you may.  Otherwise, I would suggest you try to get some rest.  You’ve done enough for now.  I’ll have more information in the morning.”                 The thought of training still made Sam feel uneasy.  What if she really had lost her magic?  She wouldn’t be able to do anything productive with that idea haunting her.  Besides, she was tired.  It was a stressful day.                 “As for you, Allison,” He continued after slurping up another string of noodles, “you are free to continue to assist if you wish.  I can promise that you will find some useful knowledge in the proceedings.  You may also resume your coursework as normal.  I believe I can handle any tests without you if that’s what you want.”                 Allison looked at Samantha again.  Sam looked back.  She didn’t know what to say.  Sam wanted Allison to stay; she was so helpful and kind.  At the same time, Sam knew this had to have seriously upset Allison’s own training, so she couldn’t just ask her to uproot and stay with them.                 “I’ll think about it.”  Allison answered, noncommittally.                 Allison took another bite of food before looking at the other two in realization, “If it’s going to be another few days, won’t Sammy need a few more sets of clothes to wear?”                 Sam sat up at that realization.  She hadn’t considered that.  She probably shouldn’t wear just this one outfit if she was going to be stuck like this for a few days.  And she might need some backup clothes in case she had another accident… Wait, no, why did she think that?  That wasn’t going to happen!  She wouldn’t let it.                 “That’s a fair point.”  Matt agreed, “I’m confident I can get this done before the end of the week, but you may want to prepare to spend a couple more days like this.”  He slurped up a few more noodles.  “Are you volunteering your assistance on this, Ms. Larks?”                 Allison thought for a moment before answering, “Yes.  My sister’s got enough spare clothes; she won’t miss a few more.  I could pick them up when I go home.  That sound alright, Sammy?”                 Sam was too caught up in her own thoughts.  How terrible would it be to have another accident?  Especially in someone else’s clothes.  The shame would be unbearable.  But what else could she do?  It wasn’t like she could just go out and buy a whole new wardrobe the way she was.                 “Yeah, that sounds good.”  She answered, almost automatically.                 Then again, didn’t Allison say something about extra ‘protection’ earlier?  No, why would she even consider that?  That would be almost as bad.  Why was she even thinking about having another accident, anyway?                 Samantha shook her head and got up from her chair.  She went over and poured herself a cup of coffee, trying to get her mind under control.                 “Are you sure coffee’s a good idea right now?”  Allison asked.                 “Well, I need something to calm my nerves.”  Sam answered, more defensively than she intended, “Since we can’t have alcohol on academy grounds, this is the next best thing.”                 “Wouldn’t alcohol be inadvisable as well?”  Matthew asked.                 “Whatever, look…”  Sam responded, getting flustered, “Just don’t worry about it.  I can take care of myself.”  She said, taking her seat.                 “By the way…”  Allison awkwardly tried to change the subject, “How are you planning on getting home?  Are you staying here tonight?”                 Samantha nearly choked on her coffee as that question hit her.  Yet another obstacle in her way today.  This was starting to get sad.  Sam had forgotten how helpless it felt like to be a kid.                 “I think I’d rather stay at my own place tonight.”  She answered, “I have a lot of things to think about and I’d like to be alone for a while.”                 “As for how I’ll get there…” She sighed, “I don’t know.  I guess I can’t exactly drive like this, can I?”                 “Then it’s settled.”  Allison said, slamming her empty cup on the table for emphasis.                 Sam shot her a questioning look.                 “I’ll take you home tonight,” Allison explained, “on the way, we can stop by my house and pick up some clothes for the next couple days.  Sound good?”                 Samantha nodded, “Yeah, sounds great.”                 As weird as it sounded, it felt good to have a plan after all the chaos that was today.                 “Very well.”  Matt agreed, picking out the last few morsel from his noodle cup, “You do that and I’ll get to work on the solution.  We can meet back up tomorrow morning to figure out how to proceed from there.”                 “Great.”  Allison said, enthusiastically.                 “Yeah, great.”  Sam agreed, significantly less enthusiastically.  She scraped the bottom of her Styrofoam cup.  She found the cup noodles a lot more filling than usual.  She guessed that made sense since her stomach would be smaller, too.                 “Are you about ready to go?”  Allison asked, looking down at Sam with a small smile, “I shouldn’t stay much longer.  I need to check up on my sister.”                 Sam considered the question for a moment, trying to remember if she had any unfinished business for today.  She was almost certain she was forgetting something, but she really just wanted to be done with today.                 “Sure, just let me grab my stuff and my clothes and I’ll be ready.”  She said, finishing her coffee.                 “Cool.”  Allison said, “I’ll go grab my things and meet you at the lab, then?”                 “Sounds good.”  Sam agreed.                 “Excellent.”  Matthew piped up, turning his noodle cup upside down to be sure it was empty.                 The group threw out their trash and went out into the hall.  Allison parted ways with the apprentices, moving toward the classroom with hurried steps.                 Samantha and Matthew were quiet most of the way back to the laboratory.  Once they got to the door, Sam finally decided it was time to speak up.                 “So you’re sure you can get this fixed, right?”  She asked in a low voice.                 “Did you forget who you’re talking to?”  Matthew responded, walking through the door over to his desk without stopping to look at the young girl, “Of course I can.”                 “No!”  She shouted, stomping her foot for emphasis, “I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me the truth.  I need to know that you can really fix me.”  Her face was hot; she was barely fighting back tears.  This had been building all day.                 Matthew paused for a moment then looked down at her, his grey eyes meeting hers.  “Yes.”  He said, finally.                 Matthew returned to thumbing through his notes.                 “I hope you know…”  He said slowly, “I do understand your concerns.  You’re a very promising young woman.  I have no intentions of setting you back.  I will do everything I can to undo this error as quickly as possible.  It would reflect poorly on me as an academic to do otherwise.”                 This helped calm Sam’s fears slightly.  At least she knew Matt was taking this seriously in his own way.                 With a deep breath, Sam went over to the pile of clothes left over from earlier, still exactly where she left them.  She dug around in the pockets of her old jeans to pick out her wallet, phone, and keys and put them in the pockets of her new clothes.  They didn’t fit quite as well in the smaller clothes, but she managed to work it out with a little effort.  Girl pockets really were the worst.                 When she bent over to pick up her shirt, Sam felt a little pressure just below her stomach.  It was the same familiar pressure as earlier, only this time, it wasn’t nearly as intense.  Sam figured she could wait.  She really wanted to just get out of here and put this day behind her.  She would be able to wait until she got home.                 With her clothes in hand and Matthew hard at work, Sam decided to step outside the lab to wait for Allison.                 As she waited with nothing else to occupy her mind, Sam began to focus on the pressure between her legs.  Again, it wasn’t like it was an emergency or anything, but she remembered how things escalated earlier.  This wasn’t the same adult body she was used to, these things could build quickly.                 Still, it wasn’t like she had three cups of coffee working through her system like earlier.  That would become an issue sooner or later for anyone.  It couldn’t possibly be that bad now.  Besides, she didn’t want to make Allison wait.                 A few minutes passed and Sam began to twitch a little.  She wasn’t sure if it was because of her bladder or the caffeine from that last cup of coffee.  Either way, she was sure it would go away once she got moving.  For now, all she could do was wait.                 A couple more minutes passed and Sam was sure that the twitching was a result of her need for a bathroom.  After all, it had been a couple hours since… well, since she last peed.  She shook her head again to try and get rid of that memory as the thoughts surfaced once more.                 Allison would be back soon, she thought, and then it wouldn’t take much longer for her to get home.  She could take care of it then.                 After another minute or two, the pressure started to become more noticeable.  It still wouldn’t be a big problem if she had something to do, Sam thought, but right now it was all she could think about.  Maybe she should go before anything happened.  Best not to take any risks in an unfamiliar body, right?                 Right as Sam reached that decision, she saw Allison walking down the hall with a backpack on her shoulder and purse in hand.                 “Ready to go, Sammy?”  Allison asked cheerily.                 “Yeah.  Let’s go.”  Sam answered, trying not to sound impatient.                 They walked out to the parking lot, which was a short walk away from the building.  Samantha looked longingly toward her own car, wishing she could just get in and rush off to her own home.  That wasn’t really an option right now, though.  Even if she could reach the pedals- which she probably couldn’t- she would hate to be caught by the police driving around as a child.  It wasn’t like her driver’s license would match.                 “Sorry it took me so long.”  Allison apologized as she led the way to her unimpressive little blue four-door, “I had some things to take care of.”                 “Don’t worry about it.”  Samantha responded, fatigued.                 Allison opened the door and tossed her things onto the back seat.  She told Sam to pile her clothes in the back and take the passenger’s seat.                 Sitting down and buckling her seatbelt did nothing to help the growing pressure in Samantha’s abdomen.                 “Where do you live?”  Allison asked as she started up the car.                 “1300 24th Street.”  Sam answered.                 “Hmm,” Allison thought for a moment, “That’s a bit of an awkward route from my house.  It’ll take a few minutes to get there.  Is that alright?”                 “Yeah.”  Sam agreed, “Not like I have any other choice.”  She muttered.                 “Isn’t that an apartment complex?”  Allison asked as they got onto the road.                 “Yeah, it is.”                 “Won’t it be weird coming back like, well, this?”                 “I don’t have any roommates, and I’m not exactly close with my neighbors.”  Sam explained.  “There are some families that live there, I’m sure no one will notice me.”                 “What about work?”  Allison asked after a brief pause, “I mean you’ve got a normal job, right?  Won’t that be tough to deal with?”                 “Don’t worry about that.”  Sam answered.  She really wanted to participate in this conversation, if nothing else as a distraction, but she found her focus returning to her growing need fairly often.                 “I took the week off.  I planned to use it for exam prep.  Now, I guess I’ll be using it to deal with this.”  Sam shook her head in disappointment.  “But as long as Spector keeps his word, there shouldn’t be anything to worry about.”                 “That’s good.”  Allison responded awkwardly.                 From there, the conversation seemed to die down.  There were a few more attempts to start it up, but Samantha wasn’t able to give more than brief answers in her current condition.                 Allison’s car wasn’t exactly the smoothest ride.  The constant vibration and bumps from some of the older roads were certainly not doing anything to help Samantha’s situation.  Each bump and crack drummed against her waist as the seatbelt dug into her stomach.  She still hadn’t reach emergency status, but it was getting very distracting.  And, much like earlier, the pressure was building quickly.  Maybe coffee wasn’t such a good idea after all.                 Sam pressed her legs together and started twitching in her seat, hoping to make it look like she was trying to get comfortable.                 That illusion fell apart quickly as this failed to relieve enough of the pressure.  Samantha started to twist her legs on top of each other to try and alleviate the dull throb between her legs.                 This odd dance seemed to catch Allison’s attention.                 “Are you ok, Sammy?”  She asked.                 “Y-yeah…”  Sam responded, almost as a reflex.                 A particularly heavy bump was all it took to persuade the truth out of her.  “Actually, no.”  She said, “I need to pee.  Really bad.”                 “Oh.”  Allison said in realization, “You should have told me before we left.”  She sounded almost as if she were doting on the apprentice.                 “Well, I didn’t think it would be a problem then.”  Sam tried to defend herself, only to realize it made her sound like more of a child.                 “We’re still fifteen minutes from my house.  Do you think you can make it?”  Allison asked with concern apparent in her voice.                 Samantha’s face grew hot again.  She wasn’t sure if it was from the holding, the embarrassment, or both.  She wanted to say she would make it, no problem, but the memories from earlier flooded back into her mind.                 “I’m not sure.”  Sam was forced to admit.                 “Do you want me to pull over?”  Allison asked, as if that was a totally normal request.                 “What, like out here in the open?”  Samantha asked, shocked.  She looked out the window.  The city streets around them weren’t crowded or anything, but there weren’t a lot of good placed to hide, either.                 “I mean, it’s not like I’ve never done it.”  Allison muttered.                 Sam hesitated, considering her options.  She inhaled sharply and rubbed a hand against her stomach.  “Look, just hurry up and get to your house.  I can go there.”                 It would be one thing if they were out in the country, but they were in the middle of the city.  There was no telling who or what might see her if Sam really did go by the side of the road.  That was bad enough, but it somehow seemed even worse since she was currently a little girl.                 “Ok, but don’t push yourself.  We don’t need a repeat of earlier.”  Allison reminded, “I won’t judge you.”                 “Yeah…”  Sam agreed.  She felt the car speed up a little.  Slowly, she slipped a hand down between her legs and clamped down.                 She didn’t need to be reminded again.  It was humiliating enough to have one accident; Samantha hated to think it could happen again, much less in borrowed clothes.  It was one thing to wet herself in those ratty old loaner robes.  Those things were barely used anymore.  It would be a whole other problem to pee in someone else’s pants.  These clothes were so nicely offered to her, she would really like to avoid soiling them if at all possible.                 The uneasy silence was broken by another question from Allison, “So how old are you now?  Like, physically?”                 “I don’t know exactly.”  Sam answered, trying her best to keep her voice level, “The guess seems to be somewhere between nine and twelve.”                 “Yeah that would make sense,” Allison responded, “That’s around the time I stopped using the bathrooms at school.  I can remember a few rough situations from those days.”                 “You’re not helping…”  Samantha grunted.                 “Sorry,” Allison said softly, “I thought it would help to empathize, you know.  And maybe distract you.  Just trying to maintain the flow of conversation.”                 “Please don’t say ‘flow’.”  Sam retorted.                 “Sorry.”                 “I think I just need to concentrate right now…”  Sam strained.                 “Ok.  Just let me know if there’s something I can do.”                 Another bump in the road informed Sam, none too politely, that her defenses were failing.  What she was doing right now was not going to be enough for much longer.  She had now reached emergency status.                 Cautiously, Samantha removed a hand from her crotch and brought it up to the button on her jeans.                 “How much farther?”  She strained out, trying to gauge her options.                 “A little under five minutes.”  Allison explained, “Come on, hang in there, Sammy.  You can do this!”                 Samantha would have found that condescending under any other circumstances.  But she didn’t have the spare focus to care about being offended right now.  All of her attention was on making sure nothing got past the floodgates.                 She undid the button on her jeans and pulled the zipper down, then slid her pants down slightly, being careful not to expose too much.  Sam grit her teeth and thought about her next move.  It was time to pull out all the stops.                 The apprentice sorcerer took a deep breath and sucked in her stomach.  She thrust her free hand insider her jeans, resting it on top of her panties and grabbing herself through them, clenching as hard as she could without hurting herself.                 “Three more minutes.”  Allison updated.                 Samantha bit her lip.  She could feel herself growing warmer as her entire body strained to fight back her natural urges.  She rocked back and forth, trying to keep up the pressure.  The palms of her hands were getting wet.  This time, it wasn’t with pee… yet.  She was sweating from all the effort needed to keep every last drop inside.                 “We’re almost there.  It’s just down this street.”  Allison finally said.                 Sam took a deep breath.                 Soon, she felt the car shifting into what she assumed was a driveway- she couldn’t afford to look up at this point.  Sam reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt, letting it fly off her.  She was thankful to have that little bit of pressure taken off, at least, but it wouldn’t help for very long.                 Finally, the car came to a complete stop.                 “We’re here.”  Allison announced.                 Sam looked up to see that they were in the driveway of a two-story house.  It looked like it might be in a nicer neighborhood.  Right now, though, she couldn’t really take all that in.  All Sam wanted to see was the nearest bathroom and the quickest route to it.                 “Think you can make it inside, Sammy?”  Allison asked, opening her door.                 “I don’t have any other choice, do I?”  Sam responded roughly through grit teeth as she threw her own door open.                 “Well, we do have a yard,” Allison said, “and there was this time…”                 “Just hurry up and get to the door!”  Sam interrupted.  She really didn’t want to think about that right now.  A proper bathroom was so close; she didn’t want to be tantalized with other options.                 Sam jumped out of the car.  She stood for a moment, dancing on the spot as the forces of gravity turned against her in this fight.  She braced her free hand against the crotch of her jeans, both to help her hold it in and to help her hold up her pants.  There was no way she could re-do the button or zipper in this state.                 Once she was sure she had control, Sam ran- or waddled, rather- over to the door as quickly as her little legs would let her.                 Allison grabbed her keys out of her purse and hurried to the door.  She made it just before Sam.  She unlocked the door and opened it in time for Sam to frantically push past her.                 “Where’s the bathroom?”  Sam asked in panic.                 “Just down the hall, second door on the right.”  Allison answered as quickly as she could.                 Sam rushed down the hall in uncertain, zig-zagging steps.  She couldn’t even walk straight, but she was managing to keep it all in.  She was so close now, she could make it.                 Sam was relieved Allison didn’t say the bathroom was upstairs.  Otherwise, she may have reconsidered the front yard.                 Samantha found what she assumed was the right door and reached for the knob.                 She threw the door open to reveal a room with a clean, white and tan tile floor.  Just in her vision was the thing Sam longed to see the most.                 There, in all its porcelain beauty, was a toilet sitting at the ready.  Sam might have cried from the wonder of it if she wasn’t already crying from containing the pee about to burst out of her.                 With no time to spare, Sam hurried into the room, shoving the door shut behind her.  She didn’t hear it latch, but she couldn’t worry about that now.                 Sam let go of her jeans and let them fall to the floor as she took the few steps across the room.                 She adjusted the grip on her other hand so she could quickly rip her pink underwear out of the way as she turned to position herself for the toilet.                 Finally, she jumped and lifted herself onto the seat- thankful that the top lid was already up.  Sam came to rest perfectly in position, poised over the bowl of water with all clothes out of the way.                 Without a moment’s hesitation, her quivering girlhood let go and Sam lost all control.                 It started as a small trickle, but the intensity quickly ramped up exponentially.  The room filled with the sound of a powerful stream hitting the water below as it gushed out of the young girl.                 After taking a moment to recover from the shock of finally letting go, Sam let the relief wash over her.  The sorcerer let out a loud sigh of relief that was almost a pleasurable moan.  Her entire body began to relax as all of the tension poured out of her.                 Sam shivered and felt goose bumps begin to rise as the stream kept going strong for several seconds.  Even as an adult, she couldn’t remember the last time she peed this forcefully, or the last time it felt this good.                 This continued for a few seconds more before things began to die down.  Her pee continued to trickle out at a decent strength for a while longer before finally cutting off.                 The young girl breathed heavily, feeling the pain of her fatigued bladder returning to normal size mixed with the pleasure of emptying it.  She forced out a few lingering spurts, then sat back, letting the bliss wash over her.                 Sam snapped out of it after remembering where she was.                 She quickly cleaned herself up and flushed, then hoisted herself off the toilet.                 Sam looked down with pride as she saw that the pink underwear was completely dry.  Soon after, she felt ashamed.  Was that really something she should feel proud over?  There she was, a grown woman, an apprentice sorcerer, proud that she made it to the potty dry…                 The apprentice shook off these thoughts as she walked over to the sink to wash her hands.                 Samantha walked out of the bathroom and wandered around the house briefly before finding Allison standing over a pile of clothes roughly as tall as Sam currently was.                 Allison smiled as she approached.  “Like I said, she’s got plenty of clothes.  She won’t miss an outfit or two over the next couple days.”                 Sam looked over the pile of clothes.  They were a lot more girly than the styles she was used to, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.  Besides, a few were solid colors, that would do for now.                 “Everything go alright in there?”  Allison asked.                 Sam blushed, “Please don’t say it like that!”  She shouted.  Immediately, Sam covered her mouth, embarrassed at the volume of her outburst.  “Yes, everything’s fine.”  She added, more quietly.                 “Sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment.”  Allison mumbled, lowering her head.                 “It’s fine.”  Sam said, apologetically, “It’s just been a stressful day.  Let’s get this stuff and get out of here.”                 They started sorting through the clothes, Sam picking out the things she found most tolerable, when a low mumble caught their attention.                 “Sissy, what’s going on?”  A low, tired voice asked.                 Samantha looked up to see a small girl, right around the same size as her, with short blonde hair rubbing her eyes.  From her clothes, Sam could guess this was Allison’s sister.                 Sam froze.  She had no idea what to do right now.  After all, what could she do?  Just say ‘hey, I was magically turned into a child, so I’m borrowing your clothes’?  Yeah, that probably wouldn’t fly.                 “Oh, hey, Mels.”  Allison said softly, “Sorry to bother you.”                 The little girl stared at them both, a curious look in her eyes.                 “See, one of Sissy’s work friends from out of town brought her daughter to work,” Allison explained, much to Sam’s dismay, “and she had a little accident.  So, I thought she could borrow some of your clothes until she can get home and get changed.”                 “Oh, ok.”  The girl nodded.                 Sam elbowed Allison hard in the leg, “Why is that what you told her?”  She whispered harshly.                 “I don’t know, I panicked, I’m sorry.”                 “Don’t worry.”  The little girl said, smiling happily at Samantha, the same type of smile Allison always gave.  “Accidents happen.  Everyone has them.  Isn’t that right, Sissy?”  She added with a mischievous grin up at Allison.                 “Um…”  Allison’s face turned red, “I have no idea what she means by that…”  She told Sam.                 “Maybe next time you’re in town, we can play together.”  The little girl offered to Samantha.                 “Maybe.  Yeah, that would be fun.”  Samantha said, trying in vain to hide the awkwardness she was feeling.                 “How about you go back to your room?”  Allison offered, “Sissy will be right back, ok?”                 “Ok.”  The girl nodded.  She walked back further into the house.                 “Sorry about that.”  Allison said when the girl was out of earshot, “Melanie’s a really sweet girl, she’s just curious.  And she doesn’t always know when to stop talking.”                 “It’s alright.”  Sam responded, “I probably disturbed her when I yelled.”                 Samantha let out a little chuckle, “I can see the family resemblance.”  She added.                 “Hey!”  Allison yelled, playfully.  “Ok… Yeah…”  She admitted.                 Allison pulled over a small blue duffel bag from the side of the pile and threw a few pairs of pants into it.  Samantha picked some of the plainer t-shirts from the pile and packed them.                 When she pressed the clothes in the bag, something felt odd.  The clothes looked like they were piled higher than they should be.  She dismissed this as a side effect of being so tired and so small.                 Once they were done, they went back out to Allison’s car.                 “You know,” Allison said as they approached the vehicle, “if you don’t want to be alone tonight, you could stay over here.  I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind the company, and I could keep an eye out for you.”                 “Thanks…”  Samantha said, politely, “But I think I just need to be alone for a while.  I have a lot to think about.”                 “I get it.”  Allison agreed, “Just let me know if you need anything.”                 “Thanks.”  Sam reiterated.                 During the short drive, Sam found herself nodding off a few times.  It really had been a long day.                 Finally, they got to her place and Allison dropped her off.                 “See you tomorrow.”  Allison said as Sam walked away.                 Samantha didn’t hear Allison’s car leave until after she got through the front door.                 The halls of the complex were pretty much empty, as usual.  Sam managed to get herself to her room quickly and without any confrontation.                 Today was rough.  Tomorrow could be better or so much worse.  She couldn’t think about that right now.  Right now, all she wanted was to sleep.
Well, I saw a very convenient picture on the internet from my time on google. And one thing I learned from the internet is that the internet has become very fucked up. Snivy and Emolga have been put in peeing fetishes, sexual assault and rapery, and being described as sluts. Snivy: The squirrel is the only slut here! Emolga: Shut up you little- GET OUT OF MY NARRATION! Ahem, anyways, back to the story, there will be a moral I created to defend these two from the horrors of pornography. Can you find it? Well, heh, you'll see what- everyone: GET ON WITH IT! Fine! Sheesh! *grumble grumble* ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our three intrepid heroes are relaxing somewhere in the forest, on their way to Ash's next gym battle. Cilan was preparing a meal while everyone's pokemon were hanging out  somewhere in the distance. Everything was pretty normal, Pikachu checking on everyone, Oshawott being, well, Oshawott, Tepig resting and looking at the beautiful clear sky, just perfect. Wait, I feel like i'm forgetting something. Oh right. them. Well, I think we all know about the very annoying feud between Ash's Snivy and Iris' Emolga. Those two have been acting like complete f*cktards to each other for hell if I know. Snivy was mannered with cool, collected personality, and very easily pissed off. Still, she uses her skills to good work and covers for her friends when needed. Emolga on the other hand was more laid back. Instead of trying to be a good battler, she mostly uses volt switch to run off like a little b*tch and make someone else do her work. And instead of getting fresh fruit herself, she flirts with some random guy to trick them into handing over THEIR food. honestly, I know I said I was defending both of these girls, but I have to agree with Snivy that Emolga is just a lazy ass slut. Back to buisness, these two were, like I said, having a stupid feud with each other. "I'm just saying, maybe you could make some actual progress if you stopped forcing others to do your bidding!" "I'm just using my skills to my advantage! That's what masterminds do!" "No, that's what SLUTS do. Just like you." Yeah, this isn't going to be pretty. "WHAT did you just call me!?" "You're a stupid little slut." You guys might want to move a few feet back. "You call me that ONE more time, and I will zap your vagina so hard you won't be able to mate anymore!" "SLUT SLUT SLUTTY SLUT! EMOLGA IS SUCH A SLUT!" One second later and things got physical. Emolga jumped on Snivy and started to punch her. Snivy fought back, and i'm pretty sure you know what's going to happen. "Wow."  Oshawott said, holding a stopwatch. "30 seconds. That's a new record." Pikachu sighed in annoyance. "I guess we have to break them up. again." These two have done this several times before, and it's starting to get on everyone's nerves. It's just a matter of time before someone breaks- " GUYS, WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Oops. I spoke too soon. "FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS, I AM SICK OF YOU TWO ALWAYS ASSULTING EACH OTHER!" Tepig shouted in extreme rage. He was disrupted from his happy spot after hearing the two of them in another one of their feuds. "I SWEAR, I AM THIS CLOSE TO SNAPPING BOTH OF YOUR-" He was immediately knocked out after Oshawott poked him with a syringe. In case you were wondering, it was anesthetics. And it was meant for the two girls. "Seriously, you two have to stop trying to kill each other!" Pikachu exclaimed. "We're running out of anesthetics, and you're going to end up hurting someone besides each other." "Yeah." Oshawott said, with a less enthusiastic voice than usual. "Last time my left arm was included. It still hurts." While they were talking, there was a shadow figure somewhere in the bushes who just happened to overhear their conversation. 'Well, I think I have perfect way to settle problems, yellow rat. Free of charge. Myeh heh heh...' This guy is a very shady yo k- er, character. He also has a really stupid evil laugh. *1 Hour later* Everyone was hanging out at the campgrounds, enjoying the little stop for lunch. And it was a good stall for the catfight that happened earlier. (Snivy DID have to pee a bit, but she ignored it.) Still, I feel like something's missing. Oh yeah, I forgot it's times like this that Oshawott would try his luck with the ladies. Wait, CRAP! Oshawott's missing! Get the geography book! Pikachu ran up to Snivy and Emolga, both enjoying their meals. "*Huff, Huff* Snivy! Emolga! Oshawott was kidnapped by a really badass fox and was taken into the forest! You gotta help him!" "Aw, do I have to!?" Emolga whined with a really derpy face. This was responded by Snivy giving her a B*tch slap. Then they ran into the forest to rescue the little blue otter. All according to the shady guy's plans. Why don't I tell them what's going on? because i'm a disembodied voice, not an actual character in the story! Anyways, somewhere in the foresty area, Snivy and Emolga lost Pikachu and had to continue with each other. Eventually finding Oshawott holding some piece of paper. "Hi Oshy! what'cha got there?" Emolga said, trying to sound glad Oshawott didn't die from predators. "Hm? Oh, Hey guys! I just finished making this little wheel! It'll help you two stop being jerks to each other!" Oshawott was standing next to some sort of wheel that you would see on wheel of fortune. It had a couple of challenges on it, which made no sense to solving the problem "Why would we try out these stupid challenges? They all look retarded." Snivy said, in a very true manner. "The winner gets a free coupon for peanuts!" "Okay, i'm in." Both girls exclaimed with a more cheerful look. CHALLENGE TIME! Oshawott spun the wheel to see what challenge would be selected. It landed on 'holding contest', so that's what's going to happen. (hey! what a coincidence!) "Alright! Looks like we have a winner!" Oshawott said with cheerful host face. "How is this supposed to help us bond more?" "DON'T ASK QUESTIONS! Alright, let's get started." Oshawott went behind the wheel and pulled out two tall glasses of water. "I just need each of you to drink one of these and we can get started." Snivy took one glass and gulped it down, while Emolga took the other. Now then, good news bad news: The good news is, that was water from the lake. The bad news is, the water was drugged with some diuretic pills to sabotage them both. Don't ask me how Oshawott got his hands on them. Alright, let the urine holding challenge, BEGIN! (with the stages of desperation. by an idiot.) stage 1: noticing discomfort Alright, so this whole group of stages is supposed to take a couple of hours, but because of the whole diuretic pills thing, i'd say it'll take one hour before they give out. Anyways, now for the first stage. "Well, this should be easy enough." Snivy kept her perky look waiting for the time when she sees Emolga shamefully piss herself out of overwhelming pressure. "Don't speak so soon, I think I know what's going to happen when all this blows over and I get that coupon." Emolga was also determined to knock Snivy's confidence into the dust. I think both of them are unaware that things are going to flow a LOT quicker than expected (pun 99% intended). After a few minutes of waiting, the noticeable urge hit both of them. A few seconds later, things started going into discomfort. Usually it takes a few minutes, but there's the whole diuretic pill thing going on, which speeds the whole process up.  The girls started to show off a tiny blush out of slight embarrassment. "Well, I guess this is slightly harder than expected." Snivy nervously spoke with a nervously soft voice. Oshawott (for some reason) decided to pull off a 'make things worse' question. "Hey Snivy, considering this situation, have you ever actually wet yourself?" Snivy turned her head away from Oshawott for a few seconds, but still spoke in a nervous voice. "I... there was one time back before Ash captured me, I drank way too much from the lake, and it caught up to me really quickly." Emolga would be using it for gossip, if she actually wanted to listen. "After a few hours, everything was hitting me at once, and I felt I was about to burst. After that... I- i'm sorry, I don't want to continue." 'Hehehe, all going to plan. Soon I have resource to make deal with perverted pokemon and get money.' Don't worry, this will make sense later. Speaking of which, it's been half an hour, so it should be time for: stage 2: getting worse... Or as the picture indicated: the orange zone. I don't know, I did this off the picture. At this point, the pressure had increased quite a bit, and both Snivy and Emolga started to blush more. Emolga pushed her feet together too try supporting her crotch, but Snivy was determined to keep her dignity. "S- shouldn't we be heading back to camp? Pikachu and the other are probably worried sick about us." Snivy was trying to sweet talk her way out of this, but we all know this isn't ending until 'it' happens. Let's just give them a few minutes to see what happens. *20 minutes later* Alright, it's been 20 minutes, and things aren't going too well. For little Snivy, anyways. The little urge to urinate at the beginning, along with the glasses of water and the flashback of her desperation was starting to take her. Still, she tried to keep her dignity by attempting to hold her crotch with her vine. You know, it's not losing your dignity if nobody catches you doing it. Unfortunately, somebody DID catch her doing it. Emolga, to be precise. "Getting touchy, are we?" "WH-" Snivy got extremely shocked and embarrassed. "E- Emolga, what the heck!?" "Look who can't control their puny bladder. I knew I could win this." Emolga pulled off a really badass look saying it. Buuuut, it only lasted a few seconds. Cause after that few seconds came: (I couldn't come up with a proper name so forgive me please.) stage 3: HOLY SH*T Well, we all know what happens after a little bit of time on diuretics. Or a few hours after drinking a sh*tload of water and not going to the bathroom for a few hours. Anyways The girls were confronted by a large wave of desperation sending shivers up their bodies. And causing a whole lot more blushing. At this point, Emolga immediately shoved her hands between her legs and into her crotch, while Snivy was just like 'F*CK MY DIGNITY', pushed her vine against her crotch, moved her legs towards each other, and shoved her own hands as far down to her crotch as she could. Snivy struggled to try and run, but she couldn't run without losing control. Wait, she can't move at all! "H- hey, what's going on!? I can't move my body!" Emolga squealed, trying to move and stumble away. Or get out any way she could. "Hehehehehehehehe... hahahahahahaha... MYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Oshawott started pulling off an evil laugh. An incredibly stupid evil laugh. "Oshawott!? Is this you!? LET US GO RIGHT NOW!" "What am I doing?" came a very familiar voice. A blue otter walked towards the whole area of predicament with Pikachu... wait, there are two Oshawotts? Either i'm seeing that rare starter thing, or ONE OF THEM IS A SPY! "Hey, who's the imposter?" Pikachu asked in a really suspicious voice. The Oshawott with the really maniacal look started to sweat. Then the really weird anime smokey shapeshift thing happened and the imposter revealed his true body, a Zorua. "Hey, why are you disguising as me and doing... something with my friends?" "Um, listen, I can explain, I very poor and need money. This is best way to earn cash." The Zorua spoke in a sorta manly voice. "What's with the accent?" Pikachu said, still kinda pissed. "You sound stupid." "It's Russian accent, you racist!" Meanwhile, with Pikachu and Oshawott arguing with the Zorua, they still forgot about the girls still trapped through some sort of psychic force (I think it was the client).  Still struggling to escape and hold back the inevitable, but there isn't any escape from the psychic force, unless the person using it lets you go (or you're just a god). Both of them were starting to tear up out of extreme and painful pressure to let everything go. Of course, we all know this leads to: stage 4: the inevitable After an extremely painful spasm, both of then started to leak, which turned into a small stream running down their legs, until they finally let loose. They both released at the same time, creating a large puddle of urine on the floor. Still, it was a HUGE relief leaving saliva secreting from their mouths. "Ohh, this feels so good, even if it's going down my leg." After a long 2 minutes, they were released from that field, and free to go. "Hey guys, did you deal with that fox guy?" Snivy asked, still embarrassed from the whole accident thing. "Yeah." Oshawott said. "Pikachu's still watching him suffer." "Well... at least I stiil get money." "Hey, do we still get that coupon?" "NO! You no get coupon because you make fun of my accent!" Zorua ran off, and everyone just decided to head back. "Hey, uh, you guys won't tell anyone about this, right?" Emolga asked, hoping to keep this all forgotten. "Sure, sure. Nobody tells nobody, alright guys?" everyone nodded, and they headed back. END ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, what did you guys think? Pikachu & Tepig: IT'S SH*T. Meh. I guess that counts. Anyways, did you find that moral? Oh wait, I didn't post it, did I? well it's this: DON'T BE A F*CKING POKEPERVERT. well, i'll seeya later.
"Mommy, I 'wake," Sharon heard Rusty babble through the baby monitor on Saturday morning. She pulled herself out of bed and went to get him up. He was sitting up in his toddler bed, all smiles. He was three months away from turning three, and he was absolutely adorable."Good Morning, honey!" Sharon hugged him and kissed his forehead. Let's get you dressed." She picked him up and carried him to the changing table. She untaped his diaper and realized he was dry. He had been waking up dry for a couple of weeks now, and had been hiding from her to poop for the last several weeks, so she thought he was ready to potty train. He was abused before he came to live with her, so she had held off on potty-training him. She had been reading him books about potty training and asking him if he was wet or dirty to try to get him interested, but she hadn't actually tried to train him yet. Sharon adopts Rusty as a two year old instead of as a teenager, meaning potty training! "Mommy, I 'wake," Sharon heard Rusty babble through the baby monitor one Saturday morning. She pulled herself out of bed and went to get him up. He was sitting up in his toddler bed, all smiles. He was three months away from turning three, and he was absolutely adorable. "Good Morning, honey!" Sharon hugged him and kissed his forehead. Let's get you dressed." She picked him up and carried him to the changing table. She untaped his diaper and realized he was dry. He had been waking up dry for a couple of weeks now, and had been hiding from her to poop for the last several weeks, so she thought he was ready to potty train. He was abused before he came to live with her, so she had held off on potty-training him. She had been reading him books about potty training and asking him if he was wet or dirty to try to get him interested, but she hadn't actually tried to train him yet.  She was planning to wait until he turned three, but, on a whim, she decided to go ahead and give it a try.  "You're dry, sweetheart! You're such a big boy! Honey, do you want to try sitting on the potty?" Rusty slipped his thumb into his mouth, a sure sign that he was nervous. Sharon gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and picked him up again. "It's okay if nothing happens. Let's just try, okay?"  Rusty nodded uncertainly. Sharon carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet. "Hold your penis down, sweetie, so your pee pee will stay in the potty." She had learned that the hard way when she started potty-training Ricky.  He had peed all over her the first time he went in the toilet. Of course, Jack hadn't been around to help with the details of teaching a little boy to go potty. "Do you feel a little tingle in your penis?" Sharon didn't bother with coming up with something cutesy for Rusty to call himself.  'Penis' was easy enough for him to say and understand.  He nodded. "That means you need to pee pee. Try to let it out." Rusty concentrated for a few minutes, and Sharon finally heard a tinkling sound from the toilet. "Good boy!" Sharon exclaimed a few moments later when Rusty had finished. "You pee peed in the potty!" She helped him wash his hands and led him back to his room. "All right, honey, today, you're going to wear big boy pants!" She had bought underpants and pull-ups a couple of months ago, in case she decided to potty train him earlier than she had planned.  Once she found the things she had bought, she dressed him in a pair of Spider-Man underwear and a t-shirt so they wouldn't have to deal with pulling pants down today. She would deal with that later. "Now, honey, remember how you felt a tingle in your penis before you pee peed?" Rusty nodded. "When you get that feeling again, that means you need to go pee pee again. Tell me when you need to pee pee, and we'll go to the potty. If you wait too long to go to the potty, then you won't be able to hold your pee pee and you will wet your pants. If you go potty in your underpants, then Spider-Man will get all wet. Will you try to keep Spider-Man dry?" Rusty nodded nervously. "Good boy. I just want you to try. You're going to wet yourself sometimes, but that's how you learn. I won't be upset with you when you have an accident, okay? I expect you to wet your pants a few times. But try to get to the potty first, okay?" Rusty nodded, looking a little less nervous. Sharon would address poop later. He usually did it early afternoon, and she could always tell when he was about to do it. "All right, honey, let's go eat breakfast." Once breakfast was over and Sharon was dressed, she rolled up the rugs in Rusty's room and in the hall and got some books and toys out. "We're going to stay back here today so we can be close to the potty. Remember to tell Mommy when you need to go, okay?  Try not to pee pee in your underpants." Rusty nodded. He usually wet his diapers every two to three hours, but Sharon wanted more opportunities for him to practice going potty, so she was going to spend the morning filling him up with juice. An hour later, Sharon was reading a book to Rusty when she noticed him squirming and looking uncomfortable. "Don't forget to tell me when you need to pee pee," Sharon reminded him. Rusty nodded, but continued to fidget. "Let's go try to sit on the potty. We can keep reading when we get back." Sharon picked Rusty up and ran across the hall. She got his underpants down and had him seated on the toilet just as his bladder released. "Good boy!" Sharon praised him. "Look! Spider-Man's still dry!" The juice was starting to hit Rusty, and he was squirming again less than an hour later.  Sharon took him to the potty again so he wouldn't wet his pants, but, now that he'd experienced the praise that came with a successful trip to the potty, she wanted him to learn to tell her he needed to go himself.   "Rusty, when you feel like you can't sit still, that's a sign that you should try to use the potty.  Mommy took you the first two times you needed to pee pee, but from now on you need to pay attention and tell me when you need to go.  I'm not going to take you until you tell me you need the potty, okay?  You know what it feels like when you need to pee pee."   "'Kay," Rusty muttered.  He wasn't a fan of this potty business.  He liked his diapers just fine.  Just before lunch, Sharon noticed him squirming again, but she didn't say anything.  He was playing with his action figures and Sharon was sitting on his bed.  Feeling like his pee pee was about to come out, Rusty grabbed his crotch to keep it in.  He hated having to stop what he was doing to go to the dumb potty.  When he felt a spurt escape into his underpants, he stood up and grasped himself with both hands and crossed his legs, with a panicked look on his face.  "Pee pee," he whimpered.  It was too late, though. Rusty felt his pee pee coming out, spilling through his fingers and running down his legs, despite his efforts to hold it back.  He was standing in a puddle before Sharon could pick him up.  Sobbing, he squeezed his legs together as tightly as he could and continued holding himself, trying to stop peeing, but his pee pee wouldn't stop coming out until after his bladder had emptied.  He didn't like the feeling of his soaked underwear against him and the pee pee dribbling down his legs at all. "'Piderman wet," Rusty sobbed. "Pee pee in big boy pants!" "Accidents happen, sweetheart. Let's get another pair of big boy pants and see how long you can keep them dry. Spider-Man can be washed and dried," Sharon said matter-of-factly.  She wiped down Rusty's crotch, legs, and hands with a couple of wet wipes and helped him into another pair of underpants.  "Pay attention to how your body is feeling, and try to get to the potty next time you feel pee pee coming." Sharon cleaned Rusty's floor, rinsed his underwear, and took him to the kitchen for lunch. After they had eaten, it was time for the poop talk. She led Rusty back to his room. "Rusty? You know how you usually hide behind the chair in the living room before you poop in your diaper?" He nodded sheepishly. "Well, when you feel like you need to poop, go to the potty instead of the living room. You don't want to poop on Spider-Man and get him all dirty and smelly, do you?" He shook his head. An hour later, Sharon was watching him closely, knowing he would need to poop soon. He stared uncertainly at Sharon and then into the hall, then jumped up and ran out of his room. Sharon chased him down the hall and picked him up. "Oh, no you don't, you little stinker. You're going to poop on the potty. Not in your big boy underwear." She sat him on the toilet. "Hold your penis down. You probably need to pee pee, too." Rusty looked at her nervously and whimpered. "Do you want me to wait in the hall?" He nodded. "Okay. But don't get up until you're finished pooping. Call for me before you get up, okay?" Sharon stood in the hall for a couple of minutes until Rusty called for her, then grabbed a box of wipes from his room and went back to Rusty. She wiped him, pulled his underwear up, and helped him wash his hands. After wiping a few dribbles of pee off of the toilet seat, she washed her own hands. "All right, honey. Time to take a nap." Rusty started to whine. "Come on, honey, Mommy's tired, too, so I'm going to take a nap with you. We'll take our nap in Mommy's bed." Rusty brightened at the prospect. Sharon changed him into a diaper before reading to him. Since he had been drinking juice all day, she was afraid a pull-up would leak while he was sleeping. She didn't want his nap to be interrupted or to have to change wet sheets. After reading two books, she cuddled Rusty against her and stroked his hair as they both fell asleep. Sharon woke almost two hours later, and Rusty was still sleeping beside her. She got her phone and read some potty-training articles until he woke up thirty minutes later in a soaked diaper. "I wet," he said sadly. "I'm sure you are. I've been making you drink juice all day. That's why I changed you into a diaper for your nap. I expected you to pee pee while you were sleeping." Sharon took Rusty to his room, removed his sodden diaper, and put his underwear from earlier back on, then went to the kitchen and returned with a fresh sippy cup of juice. "Remember, honey, try not to pee pee in your big boy pants. Tell Mommy when you need to pee pee so we can go to the potty and stay dry." Sharon sat in the chair in Rusty's room and read while he played with his blocks. He stood up about thirty minutes later and jammed his hands into his crotch.  He had been too engrossed in his blocks to notice he had to pee pee until he felt it trying to come out. "Potty," he whimpered. Sharon grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the bathroom. They were halfway there when Rusty stopped in his tracks, feeling his pee pee coming out.  He grabbed himself and kicked his legs, but he couldn't hold it anymore.  Sharon's heart broke for him when she heard his urine splattering against the floor.  "Noooo," he sobbed, as pee pee flowed through his underpants and fingers, forming a puddle around his feet. "Oh, honey, you almost made it. We'll try again next time." "No want big boy pants," Rusty sobbed. "I know you don't like having accidents, but that's how you learn to pay attention to your body and go to the potty before you wet your pants. You're probably going to have lots of accidents, but that's all right. It happens to everyone." Sharon took Rusty to the bathroom so he could wash his hands and changed him into clean underwear.
Chapter 2 Sunday and Monday went much like Saturday had gone, but with fewer accidents. Rusty seemed to be getting the hang of peeing in the potty, but Sharon still had to intervene to get him to poop in the potty instead of his underwear. Sharon woke on Tuesday morning to Rusty babbling through the baby monitor. She had Monday and Tuesday off, thanks to a case that had required a lot of overtime the week before, and she had decided to take the rest of the week off to continue potty-training Rusty.  She got him up, removed his wet diaper, and dressed him in underpants, shorts, and a t-shirt. He had started waking up wet again due to all of the extra fluids he was consuming during the day. "All right, honey, you've gotten so good at using the potty, that now you have to learn to do it with more clothes on.  And I'm not going to help you onto the potty anymore.  You're big enough to get on it by yourself.  It's going to take a little longer to get your shorts down and to get yourself on the potty, so make sure you go as soon as you feel pee pee or poop coming, okay?" "Okay, Mommy." On Monday, Sharon had rolled up the rug in the living room and moved some of Rusty's toys and books there.  She wanted him to get used to having farther to go to the potty, and he was doing pretty well. Just before noon on Tuesday, Sharon was cooking lunch in the kitchen while Rusty played in the living room.  He had run to the potty by himself to pee pee twice that morning and had made it both times without an accident, but now he had let himself get distracted and didn't realize how badly he needed to go potty.  "Mommy!"  He whimpered, realizing he wasn't going to make it.  He grabbed himself, trying to hold his pee pee in, but it pushed past his tired muscles and spilled through his fingers, forming a puddle on the floor.  Sharon looked over at him just in time to see him stand up and double over, grab himself, and whimper, "Nooo!"  She watched, heartbroken for her son, as a wet patch grew around his fingers and urine dripped down his legs.  "Mommy!  I pee peeing!" Rusty wailed. "Come on, honey, let's go change your clothes," Sharon said, calmly, when Rusty finished wetting his pants.  She wiped him down, put some dry underpants and shorts on him, and washed his hands. "Remember to go to the potty as soon as you feel like you need to.  Your toys will still be there when you get back, and it's faster than having to change your clothes, isn't it?"  Rusty nodded shamefully. Sharon hugged him and kissed his forehead.  "You've been doing great, sweetheart.  Try to make it to the potty next time, okay?" Sharon cleaned the floor where Rusty had his accident and rinsed his wet clothes while he ate his lunch.  After they had both eaten and Rusty was playing, Sharon decided another poop talk was due. "Rusty? You know how I've been taking you to the potty when I know you need to poop?" Rusty nodded.  "Well, I'm not doing that today.  Even if I know you're about to poop in your big boy pants, I'm not going to remind you to use the potty. You need to go to the potty yourself, like you've been doing for pee pee.  If you poop in your big boy pants, they're going to be all dirty, and I'm going to have to throw them in the trash." "Don't wanna poop in the potty," Rusty mumbled. "Well, you have to learn to poop in the potty, unless you want your big boy pants to be all smelly and yucky."  Sharon knew this was likely going to result in an accident, but he had to learn.  An hour later, Rusty's gaze was shifting nervously from Sharon to the chair.  She knew he was about to poop in his pants, but he hadn't had a poop accident yet, so she hoped the unpleasant feeling would encourage him to use the toilet to poop without her prompting him to do so.  She could tell he was trying to hold it in, but he was only able to hold it for a few minutes.  He jumped up and ran behind the chair, squatting and sobbing as he pooped into his pants. "Mommy, I poopied in my big boy pants!"  Rusty sobbed when he was finished. "I know, honey.  That's why I told you to go to the potty when you needed to poop. When you poop in the potty, your big boy pants stay clean.  Now, they're all messy." Sharon walked over to Rusty and saw that his pants were also a little damp.  There was no pee on the floor, though. "Do you need to go pee pee?"  Rusty had been so preoccupied with trying not to poop that he hadn't recognized the need to pee.  He ran down the hall, pulled his shorts and underpants down, and situated himself on the toilet right before his bladder gave out.  Sharon threw away his underpants and put his shorts in his hamper while he peed.  He was still sobbing from his accident, and he was much more upset than he had been about his wetting accidents. "All right, I think it's time for a nap."  Sharon cleaned Rusty up and put a diaper on him.  She didn't bother to put clean shorts on him just yet, figuring that he would be more comfortable in just his t-shirt.  She picked him up and rubbed his back as he sobbed into her hair.  "It's all right, sweetheart.  I'm sure you'll poop in the potty next time.  It was just an accident." Sharon carried Rusty into the living room, covered him with a blanket, and rocked him in the rocking chair.  She rubbed his back and stroked his hair, humming softly to him.  His sobs finally died down after a while, and he slipped his thumb into his mouth as he fell asleep against her shoulder.  Sharon couldn't bring herself to put him down, so she held him and read on her phone until he woke up two hours later. When Rusty woke up, Sharon removed his wet diaper and put some clean underpants and shorts on him.  She carried him into the den and situated him on the couch with some juice and her iPad so he could watch cartoons while she worked. Thirty minutes later, he jumped up and went to the bathroom.  Sharon followed him to make sure he didn't have an accident and that he washed his hands. "Good boy!"  She praised him when she checked his pants and found them to be dry. The next couple of days went similarly, with fewer and fewer accidents each day. On Friday morning, Sharon decided to tackle peeing in public.  When she was getting Rusty dressed for the day, she put a pull up on him over his underpants. Rusty looked at her, confused. "We're going shopping this morning, which means we won't always be near a potty, especially in the car.  You're going to have to tell me as soon as you need to pee pee, because it might take a little while to get to the potty.  If you pee pee in your pants, you need to tell me so I can change your pull up.  If you wet your pants more than once, then the pull up will leak, your clothes will get all wet, and everyone will know you went potty in your pants.  It's not like a diaper, where you can pee pee a lot before it gets your clothes wet, okay?"  Rusty nodded. An hour later, they were at the grocery store.  After about twenty minutes, Rusty realized he needed to go potty pretty badly.  He could hold it for a few minutes before he wet his pants, but he needed to go now.  "Potty, mommy," he murmured, shifting in the seat of the cart. "Okay, honey.  Try to hold it for a couple of minutes, the bathroom isn't too far." Sharon walked briskly to the ladies room, lifted Rusty out of the cart, and went inside.  "Still dry?"  Rusty nodded.  "Good boy."  She went into a stall with him and waited as he pulled his pants down, climbed onto the toilet seat, and peed. Sharon checked his underpants to see if he had dribbled at all, but they were completely dry.  "Good boy, Rusty!  Your big boy pants are still dry!"  Sharon praised him.  Once his hands were washed, she bought her groceries, ran a couple of other errands, and went to the mall.  She needed a birthday gift for Amy and some new makeup for herself. After finding a gift for Amy, Sharon was walking to Macy's, holding Rusty's hand, when she felt him stop walking.  She looked down at him and he was holding his crotch with his other hand and squeezing his legs together.  "Oh, honey, do you need to go potty?" "I 'bout to pee pee in my pants," Rusty whimpered.  "Can't hold it."  Sharon picked him up and looked around frantically for a bathroom. Thankfully, no one else was around, and she started running when she spotted a bathroom. "We're almost there, sweetheart.  Try to hold it for just a minute." "Have to pee pee bad!"  Rusty sobbed, grabbing his crotch as hard as he could.  He felt his bladder release and a torrent of pee pee rush through his big boy pants and into his pull up.  "Nooooo, it coming out!"  His whimpers were getting louder and he started wailing when they had almost reached the bathroom.  Sharon sighed when she felt his pull up growing warm against her hip. "Uh-oh, honey, did you wet your pants?" Rusty nodded and cried into her shoulder. "It came out, Mommy!  I try stop it, but it wouldn't stay in!"  He sobbed. "Shh, honey, it's all right.  Mommy will change you in the bathroom."  Sharon carried Rusty into the ladies room and laid him on a couch.  His shorts were still dry, thank goodness.  She pulled his shorts off and peeled his soaked underpants and pull up off of him, then wiped him down with a wet wipe and put a fresh pull up on him.  After putting his wet underpants in a small bag and stashing it in her purse, Sharon held a still-wailing Rusty in her lap and and stroked his hair, waiting for his cries to die down. "It's all right, honey.  It was just an accident," Sharon soothed, once Rusty was sniffling quietly.  "You need to really pay attention to your body when you're not at home, because you get distracted and we're not always going to be near a potty.  That's why you're going to wear pull ups when we're not at home for a while.  See? Your shorts are still dry." After throwing the wet pull up away, Sharon led Rusty into a stall. "Try to go pee pee, just to make sure you're all done."  Sniffling, Rusty pulled his pants down and got on the toilet.  After a few moments, he let a small trickle into the toilet.  "Good boy."  He pulled his pants back up, Sharon finished shopping, and they made it home without incident. When they got home, Sharon took Rusty's pull up off and put some dry underpants and his shorts back on.  "Good boy!  Your pull up is dry."  She settled him in the living room with some toys and a sippy cup of juice while she made lunch.  He made it the rest of the day without any accidents. That night, Sharon woke to sobs coming through the baby monitor.  She got up and drowsily walked to Rusty's room, sat on his bed, and turned the lamp on. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"  She felt his forehead, wondering if he didn't feel well. She didn't feel any fever, though.  Once he was in her lap, she realized the problem immediately.  His pajamas and sheets were soaked.  Had she forgotten to put a diaper on him before bed?  She lightly patted his bottom and could tell he was wearing a diaper, it was just soaked through.  That had never happened before. "Shh, honey, it's all right.  I've been giving you too much juice during the day to help you practice going potty.  This is my fault, not yours."  She brushed his bangs back and kissed his forehead. "I dreamed I had to go potty but couldn't find the bathroom.  I couldn't hold it and pee peed in my pants!"  Rusty sobbed, burying his head into Sharon's shoulder. "Oh, honey, that's an awful dream.  I am so sorry.  Let's get you cleaned up and into some dry jams, and then you can sleep in Mommy's bed."  Sharon carried Rusty into the bathroom and peeled his soaked pajamas off of him while the bathwater ran, then removed his sodden diaper and tossed it in the garbage.  She sat Rusty in the tub and gently bathed him. After drying him off, she sat him on the toilet.  "Try to pee pee while I get you some dry pajamas.  It's okay if nothing comes out.  Just try." Sharon returned a minute later with a fresh diaper and pajamas.  Once Rusty was dressed again, she carried him into the living room and sat in the rocking chair, covering him with a blanket.  "We'll rock for a little bit, and then you can sleep with me for the rest of the night."  He was upset, and Sharon wasn't in the mood to change his sheets, anyway.  Rusty lay against her shoulder with his thumb in his mouth.  Sharon usually pulled it out when she saw him sucking his thumb, but not when he was upset about something. They had only been rocking for a few minutes before he was sleeping comfortably on her shoulder.  She carried him back to her room and tucked him in bed, then climbed in beside him and held him close to her as she fell asleep.
The following Monday morning, Sharon dressed Rusty in underpants and a pull up under his clothes. She had to go back to work, meaning that Rusty would be going back to daycare at the station. Sharon was nervous about how he would do with potty training at daycare. He'd only had one accident on Saturday, and didn't have one at all on Sunday, but daycare had a lot more distractions than her condo. While driving to work, Sharon talked to Rusty about using the potty at daycare. "All right, honey, you're wearing a pull up over your big boy pants, but it's only to keep you dry in case you don't make it to the potty in time and wet your pants. When you have to pee pee, go to the potty. If you go potty in your pants, make sure you tell Mrs. Kathy so she can change you. If you pee pee in your pull-up more than once, your shorts will get wet.  You won't get in trouble, so don't be afraid to tell Mrs. Kathy if you have an accident, but you need to try your best to stay clean and dry. Okay?" Rusty nodded. When Sharon arrived at work, she led Rusty to the daycare center. She knelt in front of him, hugged him, and kissed his forehead. "I love you. Be good. Remember to go to the potty when you need to. Try not to have any accidents." Rusty nodded and ran off to play. Sharon looked around for Kathy, the daycare worker Rusty was the most comfortable with. "Good Morning, Captain." "Hi, Kathy. I just wanted to let you know that I started potty-training Rusty last week. He's been doing pretty well, but I was wondering if you would mind sticking close to him for a couple of days while he gets used to going potty here. He's the most comfortable with you." "Of course. He's adorable. I don't mind at all, and I just recently got my last child out of diapers. I'll be happy to work with him." "Thank you so much." Sharon suggested that Kathy take Rusty to the bathroom when it was obvious that he needed to go  and then stop reminding him, like she had done the week before. She gave Kathy Rusty's diaper bag. "Rusty's wearing underpants and a pull up right now, and I told him to tell you if he has an accident. He gets really upset about them. There are extra pairs of underpants, bags for wet underpants, pull ups, and clothes in here. If he has an accident, you can decide whether to deal with putting underpants on him under his pull up. It's fine with me if you just want to do pull ups, though. I was afraid he would use them like a diaper. I've only put him in pull-ups once so I could run some errands. He still told me when he needed to go, and freaked out when he wet his pants, even though his shorts didn't get wet. He's been in just underpants the rest of the time, but I believe he'll treat the pull-ups like big boy pants. If it goes really badly and you want to put a diaper on him, that's fine, too. I don't want you to spend your entire day changing him." "Don't worry. We'll be fine. I'll show him where the bathrooms are, and we'll stay close by as much as we can."  They chatted a little more before Sharon reluctantly went upstairs to go to work. At lunchtime, Sharon went down to the daycare center to check on Rusty. She was curious to know how he had done that morning. Kathy had shown him the bathroom so he could go on his own if he needed to, but watched him for signs that he needed to go. Around 10:00, she had noticed him fidgeting, so she had rushed him to the bathroom before he had an accident, then encouraged him to go himself or to tell her the next time he needed to go.  Sharon talked to Cathy for a few minutes, occasionally glancing over at at Rusty. He hadn't yet realized she was there.  He needed to go potty again, but he wasn't used to the daycare potty and wanted his mommy.  It had gotten to the point to where he had to hold himself to keep from wetting his pants, and when he felt a few spurts slip past his clenched muscles, he jumped up and ran for the bathroom, still grabbing his crotch.  He was halfway there when he felt his little bladder give up all together, and warm pee pee flooded through his underpants and into his pull up.  He squeezed his legs together and held himself even more tightly, to no avail.  Tears filled his eyes as the hissing sound of his pee pee filled his ears and his soaked underpants stuck to his skin. "Uh-oh. Poor boy," Kathy said, noticing that Rusty looked like he was having an accident.  She started toward him. "I'll take care of this one," Sharon said. "I'm sure there will be plenty more." Rusty was sobbing and pulling uncomfortably at his shorts.  He looked relieved to see Sharon walking toward him. "Hi, sweetheart," Sharon said, kneeling and pulling him into a hug. Rusty squeezed her tight, sniffling into her hair. "Did you pee pee in your pants?" He nodded sadly. "I sorry, Mommy. I couldn't hold it." "I'm not angry, honey. Just pay attention and go to the potty before you wet your pants next time, okay? When you go a whole week without an accident, you won't have to wear pull ups anymore. Let's get you changed." She got a bag, wipes, dry pair of underpants, and a pull up from his diaper bag and carried him to a changing table. She wiped him down and got him dressed again. "Make sure you tell Mrs. Kathy when you need to poop.  Don't poop in your big boy pants. They'll get all messy, and Mrs. Kathy will have to throw them away. Go to the potty." Rusty nodded uncertainly. "And if you pee pee in your pants, make sure you tell Mrs. Kathy so she can change you. She won't be mad at you." Sharon hugged him again. "I've got to go back to work, but I'll see you this afternoon. I love you." She kissed his forehead and he went back to playing. When Sharon picked Rusty up that afternoon, she found him crouched near the bathroom with his hands between his legs. "Mommy, I have to go potty!" He whimpered. Sharon grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom. He took a few steps, then grabbed his crotch, stomped his feet, and started wailing. "It coming out! I pee peeing!" He sobbed, still holding himself and bouncing up and down.  "Uh-oh, did you wet your pants?" Rusty nodded mournfully. "Okay, honey, I'll change you. But you knew you needed to pee pee, so why didn't you go to the potty? You know how to go by yourself." Rusty shrugged and slipped his thumb into his mouth, still sniffling. Sharon leaned down to pick him up and noticed that a wet patch had formed on his shorts and urine was dripping down his legs. Was he not wearing a pull up? She patted his crotch and could feel the sodden pull up between his legs. "Rusty?  Did you pee pee in your pants before, and not get changed?" Rusty nodded, with tears still in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell Mrs. Kathy you went potty in your pants?" "She mad." "No, honey. I told you that you wouldn't get in trouble if you had an accident. Mrs. Kathy knows you're just learning to use the potty and that you will have accidents sometimes. But you need to tell her when you pee pee in your pants so your clothes won't get all wet." Sharon carried Rusty to a changing table to change his clothes. Kathy came over while she was wiping him down with a wet wipe. "I'm sorry, Captain. Things got a little crazy this afternoon." "That's all right. Rusty knows how to go potty by himself, and he could have found you and told you he wet his pants. I know it's not feasible for you to stay by his side all day." Kathy turned to Rusty. "Honey, it's okay to tell me if you've wet your pants. I promise I won't get mad. I just finished teaching Sarah to use the potty, and she pee peed in her pants all the time before she learned. It happens to everyone when they're learning to use the potty. Next time you potty in your pants, tell me, so I can change you, okay?" Rusty nodded uncertainly and slipped his thumb into his mouth. Kathy gave him a hug. "You still did good using the potty today. It's scary using a new potty when your Mommy's not with you."  Sharon finished cleaning him up and getting him dressed so they could go home.
A couple of weeks later, Rusty was doing much better with his potty training. He was having two or three accidents a week, but he was definitely improving. Sharon thought he would be out of pull ups soon. One Friday, on the way home, they got stuck in bad traffic.  Two hours later, they had barely moved.  Rusty had drifted off to sleep for a little bit, thank goodness, and Sharon had been reading on her phone for a while when traffic slowly started to move.  A few minutes later, she heard Rusty whimpering.  She looked at him in the rearview mirror, and he had woken up and was shifting uncomfortably in his car seat, holding himself. "Oh, honey, do you need to pee pee?" Of course he did. They had been in the car for almost three hours now. "It's trying to come out, Mommy," he said sadly. Sharon looked around for a cup or bottle or anything he could pee in, but saw nothing.  Now that they were moving, he wouldn't have been able to stay strapped in his car seat and pee in something, anyway.  She looked around and realized there was no way to pull over without wetting off half of L.A.  If there were a store or somewhere she could stop nearby, he didn't look like he would make it long enough for her to park and get him out of his seat without wetting his pants. "Sweetheart, we're still moving really slowly.  It's going to take a while to get home, and I can tell you can't hold it that long. Just this once, don't try to hold it and go potty in your pull up. It won't count as an accident." Rusty shook his head, kicking his legs. "Don't wanna pee pee in my pants!" "Honey, you're going to before we get home, anyway, and there's nowhere to stop before we get home. I know you can't hold it. You've already been a big boy and held it for a long time. We just can't get to the potty any time soon. It's not your fault. Just pee pee in your pull up now so it won't hurt anymore, and I'll change you when we get home." "Noooo," Rusty sobbed, feeling a couple of spurts escape.  He kicked his legs more furiously and pulled at his crotch so hard that Sharon was afraid he was going to hurt himself. "Mommy!  It gonna come out!" He cried desperately.  He crossed his legs and squeezed as hard as he could, but a few more trickles escaped, which he knew meant that he was about to completely lose it and pee pee until it was all gone, whether or not he had made it to the potty. "Rusty. We've been in the car for a long time, and you've been a big boy and held it. It's okay. I don't want to see you hurting anymore." A couple of minutes later, Rusty cried out loudly and crouched over, still holding himself, in a last-ditch effort not to wet his pants. He went still as hot pee pee cascaded out of him, despite trying to hold it in, and he started wailing. "I pee peeing! It won't stay in!" He sobbed, kicking his legs as he tried to stop it from coming out. Sharon was heartbroken for him.  She reached back and patted his knee. She wished she could get him out of his car seat and hold him tight. "I wet, Mommy!" "It's all right, sweetheart. We've been in the car without a potty for a long time. If this doesn't clear up soon, Mommy might have to go potty in her pants, too. Even I can't hold my pee pee for longer than a few hours. Mommy might have to borrow one of your pull ups!" She said, trying to lighten the mood. She was only half-kidding. She was starting to have to pee pretty badly, herself, and giving birth to two children hadn't been kind to her bladder. They finally got home thirty minutes later, and Sharon couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Rusty had finally stopped crying, but he was still sniffling and very upset. It had been several days since his last accident. Sharon pulled him out of his car seat and held him close to her. "Come on, honey, let's get you out of this wet pull up." She carried him up to her condo and winced in sympathy when she peeled the soaked underpants and pull up off of him. There was a painful looking rash on his penis. She cleaned him up and put some ointment on it and decided to let him stay bare-bottomed until he went to bed.  Sharon settled Rusty in the living room with some toys while she cooked supper. "Okay, honey, if you go potty on the floor, make sure you tell Mommy. I can usually tell when you've pee peed in your pants because your clothes are wet, but you're not wearing any pants, so I won't know unless you tell me. You won't be in trouble, but I need to know so I can clean your pee pee off of the floor, okay?" Rusty nodded.  After dinner, Sharon gave Rusty a bath, made sure he went potty, put more ointment on his penis, and put him in a pull up and pajamas. He woke up dry most mornings, but he was so devastated when he woke up with a wet pull up, that she didn't want to deal with how upset he would get waking up to soaked pajamas and sheets. She read him a few books, kissed his forehead, and tucked him into her bed. She was letting him sleep with her that night since he was so upset about wetting his pants in the car. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams. I love you."  Rusty slipped his thumb into his mouth and snuggled against Sharon, falling asleep almost instantly. Rusty woke up dry on Saturday morning. After he went potty, Sharon dressed him in only a t-shirt, put more ointment on his penis, and freed him to go play. "You have a boo boo on your penis, so we need to let it air out today. You're not going to wear underpants, but remember to pee pee in the potty and to tell Mommy if you have an accident, okay, honey?" Rusty nodded. Sharon worked at her desk while Rusty played and went back and forth to his room for various things. Two hours later, he walked over to Sharon's desk and pulled at her sweater, sniffling. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" "I pee peed," he said mournfully. The tone in his voice told Sharon that said act had not occurred in the potty. "Where?" "In my room. I sorry, Mommy." "Okay, honey. Mommy just needs to clean it up, so your room won't smell like pee pee." Sharon got some cleaning supplies and cleaned the puddle from Rusty's bedroom floor. "Remember to go to the potty next time you need to pee pee, okay?  Pay attention, and don't pee pee on the floor.  Pee pee in the potty."
Rusty continued to have accidents every few days, but he was almost fully potty-trained. One Saturday, Sharon was cooking lunch. When it was ready, she looked up and realized that Rusty was no longer playing in the living room. Alarmed, she ran back to his room. She found him on the floor against his bed, crying softly. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?" Sharon asked. Rusty slipped his thumb into his mouth and didn't say anything. Sharon gently removed his thumb and picked him up, then realized the problem once she set him on her hip. His shorts were soaked. "When did you wet your pants?" Rusty lay against her shoulder and didn't say anything. Sharon sat in the chair in his room and held him close to her, stroking his hair. She was already wet, so she didn't hold him away from her. "Honey, you need to come tell Mommy if you potty in your pants. I need to get you out of your wet clothes and clean up your pee pee so the condo doesn't smell like it. What happened? Did you not want to stop playing, and wait until it was too late to make it to the potty?" Rusty nodded.  "I tried to hold it, but it still came out!" He sobbed, remembering the feeling he hated when his bladder gave up and his pee pee rushed out, soaking his shorts and streaming down his legs. "Mommy's not mad, honey. Just remember that once you need to pee pee, the feeling doesn't go away. It gets worse and worse until you either go to the potty or you can't hold it in anymore and you wet your pants.  Let's get you into some dry clothes." Sharon peeled his soaked underwear and shorts off, rinsed them out and tossed them in the hamper, wiped him down, and put some dry clothes on him.  "Come show me where you pee peed," she said, taking his hand.  He led her to the living room and pointed to a puddle near the chair.  She carried him into the kitchen and put his lunch in front of him. While he was eating, she gathered some cleaning supplies, cleaned up his accident, and got her own lunch and sat at the table with Rusty. A month later, Rusty was officially out of pull ups for daycare, only wearing them at night and in public. Sharon didn't have the  courage or energy for the latter settings just yet.  Two weeks after Rusty started going to daycare with no pull up, he still hadn't had any accidents. He had been staying dry most nights, too, but Sharon still wanted to wait a little while before letting him sleep without a pull-up.   One morning, Sharon woke Rusty up to get him ready for daycare.  He usually jumped out of bed to come find her before she had to wake him up, but he had slept a little longer than usual.  Rusty slowly sat up and crawled into Sharon's lap, rubbing his eyes.  She instinctively felt his pull-up through his pajamas, surprised that it felt a little soggy.  "Is your pull-up wet?" She asked in surprise.  He had woken up dry for the past week. Rusty nodded miserably against her shoulder.  "I sorry," he mumbled. "It was an accident, sweetheart.  I was just a little surprised.  Do you need to pee pee before breakfast?"  Rusty shook his head.  Sharon removed his soaked pull-up, cleaned him up, helped him step into some clean underpants, and carried him into the kitchen for breakfast.   "Honey? Are you feeling okay?" Sharon asked a few minutes later.  Rusty was listlessly picking at his oatmeal.   "Yeah...Not hungry," he muttered. "Try to eat a few more bites while I finish getting dressed," Sharon said, thinking he was just upset about wetting his pull-up. When Sharon got to work, Rusty stayed in his car seat and waited for her to come get him out.  He usually unbuckled himself and jumped out of his seat while waiting for Sharon to open the door for him.  He reached for her to hold him when she opened his door. "My goodness, you're clingy this morning," Sharon commented as she lifted him out.  He lay on her shoulder as she walked toward her office building.  When they reached the daycare, she felt his forehead, wondering if he was coming down with something, but he wasn't feverish.  "Tell Mrs. Kathy if you start feeling yucky, okay?  She'll call me to come get you.  I love you.  Be good."  Sharon kissed his forehead and left for her office. Later that morning, Sharon's phone rang, and she wasn't surprised that it was Kathy. "Hi, Captain. There's been a nasty stomach bug going around with the kids, and I'm afraid Rusty is the most recent victim." "Oh, no.  Did he throw up?" "Yes, and, well...He had a pretty big accident while he was throwing up. He's inconsolable, and he won't let anyone near him to change him. I'm trying to explain to him that he's sick and he couldn't help it, but he's not having it." "I'll be right there." Sharon grabbed her purse and computer and ran to the elevator, yelling "Gotta go, won't be back until Thursday, at the earliest," as she sprinted past her team. She arrived at the daycare center in record time. She could hear Rusty's wails before she went inside. She found him crouched in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably. He looked up and spotted her. "Mommy!" Rusty sobbed, reaching for Sharon. She hurried over to him and wrapped him in a hug and kissed his hot forehead. "Hi, sweetheart. Are you not feeling good?" Rusty shook his head miserably. "I went potty in my big boy pants, Mommy," Rusty gasped through his sobs. "He wouldn't let me close enough to change him," Kathy said, apologetically. "Oh, that's all right." Sharon sat beside Rustyand wrapped her arm around him for a few moments, careful not to get herself wet or messy. She held her hand to his forehead, and he was burning up. "Oh, honey, you have a fever. You're sick, sweetheart, this isn't your fault. Your tummy has nasty germs in it, and you can't control your poop right now. You'll feel better soon, though." "But I pee peed in my pants, too," Rusty said morosely. "That's still not your fault, honey. Let's change your clothes, and then we'll go home." Kathy came over with Rusty's diaper bag. Sharon still brought it every morning with extra clothes and an emergency pull-up, just in case. "He still has some diapers here, so I got one of them. Even parents of some of the older kids said they put them in diapers when they had this virus, so I thought you would want one. This virus is no joke." "Thank you." Sharon gently pulled Rusty's soaked and soiled shorts and underpants off of him, stashed them in a bag, and cleaned him up with some wet wipes. "I'll give you a bath when we get home." She put the diaper and some clean shorts on him. "No diaper," Rusty whimpered. "I big boy." "You are a big boy, but you're sick, and it's hard for you to make it to the potty right now. As soon as you're not sick anymore, you can go back to wearing big boy pants again." Sharon stood up and gathered Rusty in her arms. "Do you need to go pee pee before we leave?" Rusty shook his head. His soiled clothes were a lost cause, so Sharon threw them away and carried her son to her car. Once they got home, Sharon gave Rusty a bath. "Try to pee pee before I put a diaper on," she suggested. She put him back in a diaper and put some fresh pajamas on him once he had peed in the toilet. She checked his temperature and gave him some pedialyte before rocking him in the chair in the living room, with a basin nearby on the floor in case he had to throw up. "Tell me when you need to go potty, and I'll help you get your diaper off. You're probably going to have some accidents since you're sick, but try to make it to the potty when you realize you need to go, okay?" Rusty nodded. Sharon stroked Rusty's hair and hummed softly as she rocked him, and he was soon sleeping on her shoulder. Thirty minutes after Rusty fell asleep, Sharon could feel his diaper filling with poop. Rusty was whimpering and squirming from pain. Sharon's heart ached for him.  A couple of minutes later, he finally stopped. His sleep didn't seem to be bothered, though. Sharon wanted to change him, but didn't want to risk waking him up. Her dilemma was solved a few moments later when Rusty woke up whimpering. "I poopied in my diaper, Mommy," he said sadly, before he had even opened his eyes. "I know, sweetheart. It's all right. You're sick and you couldn't help it." She rubbed his back as he whimpered against her shoulder. Being sick was bad enough, but it broke her heart how upset he got when he had an accident. A few moments later, he was gagging. Sharon grabbed the basin and held it in front of his face, patting his back as he threw up. She could tell he was pooping more, too. Kathy wasn't kidding when she said this virus was vicious. By the time he finished throwing up, poop was dripping out of his diaper, staining the seat and legs of Rusty's pajamas. "Mommy! I didn't even know I was pooping again!" Rusty sobbed when he realized he had soiled himself even further. "Honey, it's okay. I'll just put you back in the bath and get you some clean jams. It's nothing to worry about." Once he was cleaned up, they settled back in the chair. Sharon felt Rusty's forehead and stroked his cheek. She had held off on giving him some Tylenol, afraid he would throw it up, but his fever was too high now. She gave him some medicine and rocked him back to sleep. When Rusty woke up two hours later, Sharon discreetly checked his diaper and found it to be dry. "Do you need to go potty?" Rusty shook his head. He needed to go a little bit, but he didn't want to get up yet. Sharon looked at him dubiously. "Are you sure? You didn't pee pee while you were sleeping, and it's been a while since you pee peed in the potty." Rusty nodded, slipping his thumb into his mouth. Sharon didn't bother to remove it since he didn't feel good. "All right...But make sure you tell me when you do. It's going to take a minute to get your jams and diaper off." Rusty nodded. A little while later, Rusty was still sitting in Sharon's lap as she read to him. He was engrossed in the story and had forgotten about his growing need to go potty. He suddenly crossed his legs and started whining. "Pee pee," he whimpered, jamming his hands into his crotch.  A few spurts escaped into his diaper, and he knew he was about to wet himself completely.   Sharon jumped up and ran down the hall with him still in her arms.  "Hurry, Mommy," Rusty begged, clenching his bladder muscles as hard as he could and holding himself.  He gasped as another jet of pee pee escaped. Halfway down the hall, he felt his bladder give out completely and wailed as pee pee gushed into his diaper.  He squeezed his legs around Sharon and pressed himself into her hip, but his pee pee kept coming out.  The increased pitch of his wails told her that he hadn't been able to hold it long enough to make it to the bathroom. "Uh-oh, honey, did you already go potty?" Rusty nodded sadly, lying on Sharon's shoulder as he continued to wet his diaper, unable to stop it.  Sharon sighed. "All right, I'll change you. Do you still need to pee pee a little bit first?" Rusty shook his head. "Well, I want you to try." Sharon removed his pajamas and wet diaper and sat him on the toilet while she got a fresh diaper. When she came back in the bathroom, he was pooping. When he was finished, she cleaned him up and put the diaper and his pajamas back on.   They settled back in the chair with a cup of pedialyte. Rusty was still sniffling. "Mommy's not upset with you, sweetheart. I know you don't feel good and it's going to be hard to make it to the potty sometimes. But pay attention and tell me when you first feel the need to go, okay? I won't be mad if you have an accident, but I want you to try your best to make it to the potty in time." Rusty nodded sheepishly. "I sorry, Mommy." "It's all right, darling. Don't worry about it." Sharon kissed his burning forehead and continued reading to him.
By 7:00 that night, Sharon was exhausted. Rusty had wet himself two more times, once while he was sleeping, and again while he was throwing up. He had been very upset both times, though. He had thrown up three more times, all of which involved a poop accident and required a bath and a fresh diaper. She normally put Rusty to bed between 8:00 and 8:30, but they were both worn out. "All right, honey. Bed time." "Nooo," Rusty whimpered, burying his head into Sharon's shoulder. "Yes, honey. You can sleep in Mommy's bed tonight, though, since you don't feel good." Sharon carried Rusty into the bathroom, removed his pajamas and diaper, and sat him on the toilet, urging him to try to go potty. He was probably going to have an accident, if not several, overnight, but she wanted to do what she could to prevent it since they made him so upset.  He managed to pee and poop a little bit before whining and reaching for Sharon.  She quickly cleaned him up and put him in a fresh diaper before putting his pajamas back on.   Sharon tucked Rusty into her bed and rested her hand against his forehead. His fever still felt pretty high. After giving him some Tylenol, she held him close to her and read to him until he was sleeping on her shoulder. She laid him down, got herself ready for bed, and crawled in bed beside him.  She read and sipped a glass of wine for a while, then lay down and pulled him closer to her as she fell asleep. Sharon woke up shortly after midnight when she felt Rusty squirming against her. He was whimpering and holding himself, so she checked his diaper, which was dry. She gently lifted him out of bed and walked swiftly to the bathroom, undressed him, and sat him on the toilet, holding his shoulders so he wouldn't fall over. She checked his diaper, and he had only dribbled a tiny bit. He didn't need to be changed, and she didn't think he would notice. He fidgeted on the toilet and whimpered for a few moments before he started peeing. Rusty woke up, startled, mid-pee. "Hi, honey. I could tell you needed to pee pee while you were asleep, so I brought you in here before you couldn't hold it anymore and went potty in your diaper." Rusty nodded. "I dreamed that we were in the car, and I had to potty. You couldn't stop, and I couldn't hold it. It started coming out and I was pee peeing in my pants, but it was weird that my pants weren't getting wet. That's when I woke up." "I'm sorry, honey. That's an awful dream to have." Sharon kissed his hot forehead. "Sit for a few minutes and see if you can poop. I'll read to you while we wait." Two books later, Rusty had pooped a little bit, so Sharon read one more book to make sure he was finished. After cleaning him up and tucking him back into bed, she held him and stroked his hair as he lay on her chest. "If you wake up and need to go potty, wake me up, okay? I won't be mad if you have an accident, but I don't want you to get upset." Rusty nodded. Sharon pressed her hand against his forehead, relieved that his fever seemed to be a little lower.  "I love you, honey. Sweet dreams." "Love you, Mommy," Rusty mumbled as he fell asleep against her. Sharon woke again near dawn when a putrid smell assaulted her nose. She sighed, realizing Rusty'd had an accident. She got a clean diaper and wipes, carefully removed his diaper, and wiped him down as gently as she could, hoping not to wake him. After disposing of the dirty diaper, she got back in bed and quickly fell asleep. Rusty woke up at 8:00, desperately needing the toilet. He tapped Sharon's face, and she woke up immediately. "Potty," he whimpered. "Poop gonna come out."' Sharon picked him up and rushed him to the toilet, frantically pulling his pajamas and diaper off. His diaper was a little damp, so she held his penis down for him, figuring he would probably pee pee, just as his stools released. He finished a few minutes later, and Sharon cleaned him up. She got a diaper and a fresh pair of pajamas from his room. Once he was dressed, she settled in the rocking chair with him cuddled under a blanket in her lap. She gave him a cup of pedialyte, trying to keep him hydrated. "How's your tummy feeling?" "Better, but still a little yucky." "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You'll feel better soon. Remember to tell Mommy when you need to go potty, okay?" Rusty nodded against her shoulder. She read on her phone while he watched cartoons on Nick Jr. He started getting drowsy about an hour later and snuggled more closely against Sharon, ready to take a nap. Sharon considered getting him to try to pee pee before he fell asleep, but he hadn't been awake for very long, so she figured he would be all right. Two hours later, however, he woke with a start, jumped out of her lap, and ran down the hallway. He stopped halfway to the bathroom and doubled over, desperately grabbing his crotch with both hands and stomping his feet, wailing loudly. "I pee peeing, Mommy! Can't hold it," he sobbed. His legs were squeezed together, and his hands were buried into his crotch. Sharon knelt beside Rusty, gently uncrossed his legs, and removed his hands from the front of his diaper, which was quickly growing warm and wet.  She hugged him tightly as he sobbed into her shoulder, unable to stop his pee pee from flowing into his diaper.   "It's okay, sweetheart," Sharon soothed. "You were sleeping and didn't know you needed to pee pee. I'm so proud of you, you have been such a big boy." She changed his diaper and carried him back to the chair. He was still drowsy, so she rocked him back to sleep. She patted his diapered bottom as he fell asleep on her shoulder, finding that she missed him being a baby. He was growing up so fast. Edited November 1, 2016 by Omomc87 (see edit history)
A/N: Jesus Christ, what is my obsession with making this poor boy piss himself? Also I'm sorry that the almost-incestuous nature of this relationship appeals to me so much, but I never claimed to be pure. Tension was finally nearly resolved between Takumi and Corrin- at least, where trusting her was concerned- and so he was doing what he could to make sure that there were no hard feelings. It wasn't that he felt particularly guilty, he just didn't want her thinking he was a complete jerk forever. If he had it his way, he would just forget about everything, he was sure of it. At least, that was what he told himself, and he told himself that he invited Corrin to go hunting with him just because he wanted her to know that he was done treating her like an inconvenience. The two had spent nearly the entire morning and afternoon in the woods, but it seemed that luck was not on their side. They had been quiet and Takumi had even managed to be patient for once in his life, but they hadn't so much as happened upon an animal. This wasn't the absolute worst thing that could happen, and the army had plenty of provisions to get them through quite a few days of fruitless hunting, but Takumi was frustrated nonetheless. He would have stayed out all day until he found something had Corrin not been there, but she was, and though he was sure she would have stayed out as well, had he asked, he did not plan on it. Being out there with her all day meant that he didn't have much chance for privacy, and though he could have made his excuses and gone to relieve himself at any point, his pride wouldn't allow it, and he had forced himself to wait for a bit longer than he was comfortable with. Now that it had reached a point that he knew he couldn't withstand for long, he had told her that it was time to make their way back, and with the way each step made his bladder throb, he knew that it was not a moment too soon. He only hoped that it would not end up being too late, but he was sure that he could endure for just a little bit longer if it meant never letting Corrin know how desperate he had become. She didn't notice anything amiss with him just yet, because they had had to be quiet all morning and there had been no conversation to become lacking. If he walked just a few steps behind her, she wouldn't even notice how hard it became to walk without jostling his bladder too much. Takumi winced, hoping that this wouldn't get any worse before he got back, but, just like with the rest of the day, luck did not appear to be on his side in the slightest. It wasn't long before he felt as though he could burst at any moment, and he couldn't remember having to piss this badly in his life. He had been holding it for so long; the slightest urge had hit him not long after they'd begun, and he'd ignored it until he couldn't anymore, and ever since then he'd been doing what he could to keep it under control. It had been hours, and even though he had to be strong enough to make it back, he wasn't sure if he was, and he was really starting to feel nervous. The walk back seemed to take an eternity, and he wondered how they had made it out so far without him even realizing it. Corrin was still wonderfully oblivious to his predicament, but Takumi's bladder ached so badly that he almost felt sick from it, and his hands were shaking at his sides. Against his will, he felt his control slipping ever so slightly, and he let out a dry, broken whimper when he felt a small dribble leak out of him. That got Corrin's attention and she jolted, looking back at him. “Is something wrong, Takumi?” Blushing brightly, he didn't meet eye as he clenched his fists and muttered, “I'm fine.” But he was not fine, he was far from fine, and if he wasn't careful, he would lose control right then and there. “Just keep going, alright?” Instead, infuriatingly enough, Corrin turned completely and walked back to him, a concerned look on his face. “Takumi, are you feeling sick? Your face...you look like something's wrong.” “I said I'm fine,” he snapped, squeezing his thighs together and hoping that she did not notice. “Just...just...go on back, I need to...check something.” It was a pathetic lie, but he could hardly think clearly and he was running out of time, but he was still too damn proud to admit his problem to his older sister. She had taken to treating him like a younger brother lately, despite not being that much older than him, and he didn't know why, but that treatment bothered him more than he could say. “If something's wrong, you can tell me, you know,” she replied, her face softening, and he held back a groan. She was wasting too much time and he was going to lose it, he was going to wet himself if he didn't get away from her right now. “I know we're still getting to know each other, but you're my little brother, no matter what, and I want to be able to help you when you need it.” It was no use; Corrin was not giving up on this, no matter how much he wanted her to. She wouldn't leave him alone until he gave her some sort of answer, and he was so dangerously close to his limit that he could not think of any excuse that she would actually buy. When he felt himself leak again, he knew that his fate had been decided for him. “I-I just really need to piss,” he blurted out before he could talk himself out of it, and Corrin blushed immediately. “Really badly,” he muttered. “O-oh,” she said softly, and she didn't seem to know where to look. He wished that she would just go, but she kept talking to him anyway. “I'm sorry, I didn't know. You could have said something if-” “I am saying something,” he interrupted, his voice so strained that he could hardly speak at all. “Please, if you could...?” “Right, I'm sorry,” she said, giving him a nervous laugh as she stepped back from him, but before she could even turn around, it was too late for him. He had simply pushed himself too far, and no matter how hard he fought with himself, even going so far as to grab himself through his clothes, his bladder was past its limits and there was nothing he could do about it. “N-no!” Takumi gasped, and then groaned in humiliation. A strong, steady jet of piss gushed out of him, and his hand grew damp as it quickly soaked through his clothing, leaving a noticeable wet spot that spread out and then down, running down one of his legs until a puddle began to form on the ground at his feet. He was actually pissing himself, and Corrin was just standing there watching him, her mouth slightly agape in surprise. He could only imagine just how pathetic and helpless he looked to her, and he felt tears stinging his eyes. He gave a small shudder, the final stream slowing to a stop, and his bladder was finally emptied. The relief was enormous, but he could not even take a moment to enjoy it, because Corrin had seen everything, and he was not sure what he was supposed to say to her now. “Go away!” was all that came out, and a few tears actually spilled. “Takumi,” she said softly, stepping closer to him. “Takumi, it's okay.” “No it's not!” he snapped, glaring at the ground because he could not bear to face her in this state. “H-how could this possibly be okay? I just- I just...” He trailed off, wishing he could be anywhere but here, wishing that he could do something to make this go away, make it like it never happened. Corrin closed the remaining distance between them and, before he realized what was happening, with no regard for how wet his clothes were, pulled him in for a tight embrace. “It's okay, Takumi,” she repeated, rubbing a hand on his back. He wanted to pull away from her so that he could hide and never have to face her again, but there was another part of him that never wanted to leave this embrace again. “Please don't tell anyone,” he said quietly, his voice breaking. “I'll do anything you want, just please.” “Shh...” She tightened her hold on him, and he couldn't help but nuzzle into her shoulder a bit, as if he could hide there. “I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise. It's okay, really. You just pushed yourself a little too far, but I'm here and it's all going to be okay.” “I didn't...I didn't...” He sighed, his humiliation far from gone, and he doubted he would ever feel completely better about this. But her words and her hug were helping, and he enjoyed being close to her like this, even if she was just comforting him because he was her little brother. She held him like that for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and when she pulled back, he quickly apologized, remembering that she had hugged him a little close considering how soaked his clothes were. Corrin just waved a hand and said that it didn't bother her at all, before pausing a moment to think. “There's a stream not too far from here,” she said. “How about we get in for a little bit so that when we go back, we'll both be so wet that no one will notice? Then we can say we tracked something through the water or whatever, and I don't think anyone will question it.” Takumi nodded, and then mumbled, “Thank you...for, you know, not...not telling anyone or laughing at me or anything.” “Oh, Takumi, I would never laugh at you, and I would never tell anyone about something like this,” she said with a warm smile. “I'm your big sister, remember?” He was really going to have to do something about the slight irritation and guilt he felt whenever she said that.
Author's Note: Yes, Tsuyu is in the tags. Next chapter. ----------------------- U.A. High School was the world's premiere school for heroes in training, a huge collection of teenagers with Quirks and a handful of pro heroes. With so many potential powerhouses under one roof, this place should be under constant threat of villain attacks taking the preemptive of snuffing out possible future threats. But U.A. had the best security in Japan, and heroes like All Might that could defeat any trespassers. The school grounds were the safest place for budding champions of justice to learn. However, it wasn't an impenetrable fortress, every once in a while something would sneak in that had to be dealt with. That's what had happened just as class began in the morning, a Threat Level Wolf report of a villain with the Quirk to turn itself into water. It appeared that it snuck in through the plumbing system, and while it hadn't assaulted a student yet, it did make its presence known in the women's restroom while an upperclassman was in there. It still hadn't been determined whether it was a genuine threat or just a pervert putting their abilities to the test, so classes hadn't been cancelled. It wasn't like the invasion had no effect, though. As a precaution, the school's bathrooms were closed to not give the creep the opportunity. So, for as long as it took for the pros to flush them out, the students had to hold it. “It's good training, you won't always have a chance to use the bathroom in the field,” the teachers said. Those were the unfortunate events that led to Ochako Uraraka being quietly desperate in Mr. Aizawa's general studies class. She was doing her absolute best to not make it known, because then she'd have the bad kind of attention on her. Instead, she tried to focus on Mr. Aizawa's droning, monotone voice lecturing about world history, her notes looking more like a kindergartner's handwriting now. What's taking the staff so long to catch the villain? No one in Class 1-A had seen it, granted, but they were under the assumption it shouldn't be a hard-won victory, not after over 4 hours. It's not like it was a dangerous attack like the League of Villains, it shouldn't be taking this long. Hurry please, I need to pee. All the musing was at least happening in her head, she wasn't muttering it all out loud like Deku. Her attention already split, Ochako halved her focus even further by looking at her classmates. All of them were studiously watching the teacher and taking the same amount of notes they would any other day. How are all of them okay? She didn't expect all of them to be obvious, she couldn't even imagine someone like Bakugo acting like that, but at least someone else would make her feel better about her predicament. “Is my bladder really that small?” “Did you say something, Uraraka?” Deku sat next to Ochako, so when she accidentally said her thoughts, it was caught. Deku was her friend, but admitting this was probably too much. Or maybe she could ask him something subtly and not out herself. “Doesn't look like anyone's having trouble with that whole off-limits bathroom thing.” “I don't know about everyone else, but I stopped using school bathrooms years ago. Kacchan always beat me up there, where the teachers couldn't see. Why?” In a split-second, Ochako's face blushed a brighter red than Kirishima's hair. “N-n-n-n-no,” she whisper-yelled. “I was just remarking on it, it has nothing to do with me!” Right as she was in the middle of (badly) defending herself, a white ribbon flew by both of their faces, stopping both of them dead and bringing everyone's attention to them. It came from Mr. Aizawa's combat scarf, guaranteed to shut a student up. “Is your conversation interesting, Mr. Midoriya and Ms. Uraraka?” His dull yet menacing voice was enough to get them both to clam up, sit straight and face forward. Which meant Ochako was back to holding alone. Her ability to pay attention to the class was still lacking, so she instead contemplated what Deku said. I guess it's not unusual that some of them didn't use the bathroom here anyway. Why can't I be one of them? She hadn't compared before, but she had always known her capacity was pretty lackluster. Just not that it was this much lower than average. How am I supposed to do this? Even with her bladder throbbing, she found reason to remain optimistic. It's not like a hero to give up. They keep fighting even when it seems hopeless, sometimes that's the only way to win! She didn't have as huge a hero obsession as Deku, but she still greatly admired their feats and wished to be like them. The pro heroes will do their jobs and save everyone else, it's my duty to trust in them. It was nice to have that kind of confidence, but it didn't change the fact that she really needed to pee now, with no relief in sight. She couldn't move much, so she settled for putting her right thigh over her left, slight rubs to lower pressure. She could only hope it would do enough, for...how much longer is this class? She checked the clock above the board at the front of the room to see the time until lunch break. Half an hour?! Oh... That didn't look good. For now, she looked okay from an outside perspective, aside from those shaking legs that could be attributed to cold. She was in a short skirt, after all, leggings would only do so much to mitigate that. Inside, it was a whole different story. Her bladder was pressing hard against everything around it, trying with all its might to break the dams down and release its contents. Time passed, and Ochako was starting to feel hot. It couldn't just be because the already warm urine was forced to stay inside a hot human body and increase its temperature, it just took so much energy to push her bladder muscles that far. Her face was turning pink and sweat was forming on her forehead, but she still had that weird chill under her skin, like she had a fever. What felt like her kidneys were hurting with an outward pressure. This can't be healthy, she worried. If I keep this up, I could be in serious danger. But heroes were supposed to confront that with a smile, right? They were gifted with abilities and drive above most, the skill to face pain. But that was the worst thing to Ochako, the helplessness. She could take the gravity from anything she touched, it could be a really cool Quirk. But even ignoring the concentration she couldn't spare it took to use, it was entirely useless now. True, she wasn't thinking at a hundred percent, but she couldn't think of any possible application it could have to help her. What was a hero who couldn't use their Quirk supposed to do in the face of peril? What did Deku do? He had been improving, but his Quirk still broke his bones when he used it, and he still managed to stand proud and be a hero. He's the purest example of the attitude a hero should have. So I can't give up now! I just can't! An intense wave of striking desperation from her probably overfilled bladder struck her like a Texas Smash, forcing her to press her thighs together harder, limiting blood flow to her legs. She had to close her eyes for that extra push against her own organ, but she could feel herself overcoming that spike, the urge would pass soon. “Uraraka? Are you alright?” It seemed so far away, like a voice piercing between worlds, but that whisper was actually Deku, less than a meter to her right. Ochako couldn't see herself, but she was really a pitiful sight. Everyone in the class could see how violently she was pushing her thighs against each other, rocking in her hard chair, eyes shut as tight as possible, and she even let out a little squeak every once in a while. It was so painfully obvious how bad she needed to pee, it was a miracle her hands weren't grabbing her crotch with all her strength. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she could feel the judging gazes of every other student, she had to be the only one in this bad a state. Suddenly, the odds stacked against her overtook her ability, keeping hold was no longer possible. The silent classroom was now echoing with splashing as a puddle grew in Ochako's seat, soaking the rear of the school standard gray skirt, turning in near-black as the excess fell off the sides of the chair into a second collection on the floor. Small rivulets found their way down her legs too, tracing lines in her leggings down to her socks. She wasn't making a sound, but one word was repeating endlessly: failure. While everyone else had been doing just fine in spite of the circumstances, she was the lone hero that wet herself. She had proven, in the most embarrassing way possible, her lower than average capacity and strength. That made her less of an asset in the field, if she had to pee, she wouldn't be able to fight or stay in the battle for long without having an accident. How bad would it show on her skintight superhero costume? While urine was still pouring out of her, Ochako was paralyzed, her only motions being shaking and shivering. She sat there as everyone stared for a minute, until she finished and the room went dead silent, like Thirteen's black hole absorbed all the sound. At any other school, she'd be laughed at and mocked before she'd have the time to fully let go. Maybe at a school for heroes, those that want to protect those in need, the kids would be more understanding? Ochako wasn't staying to find out. She bolted upright, palms slamming on the desk like she was pissed instead of just her clothes. “I'll be in the nurse's office,” she choked out before anyone else could have the first word. She walked out stiffly, eyes all still on her, out the door and into the empty hallway, dripping the whole way. Finally alone, she allowed herself to start crying, but started the uncomfortable (emotionally and physically) walk of shame to the nurse's office
Author's Note: Sorry, Tsuyu fans. Longer wait now. ----------------------- Lunchtime had come, and Ochako rejoined her classmates in the cafeteria. “Don't worry about it,” Recovery Girl told her, “you aren't the first one who's come in needing a new uniform.” The replacement was a little small, but it was clean and dry, though she wasn't comfortable wearing panties that weren't hers. But she'd have to live with it until the day ended, so she grabbed food and looked for an empty seat. Normally, she'd sit with Deku, but he'd become quite the popular student recently, so all the spots at his table were taken by the time she arrived. She was also still embarrassed about peeing herself next to him, so she instead seated herself with some of the other girls of her class. Usually, lunch was a perfect opportunity for the students to have their personal conversations, but this table was quiet as a vacuum, each of the girls silently eating their food. She didn't have to be told, Ochako could tell all of them were suffering from the lingering awkwardness of her earlier accident. But they weren't even talking to each other, it was pure emptiness, which made the zero gravity girl curious. Maybe they're too distracted needing to use the bathroom. She intended to leave them to it if that was the case, but she couldn't contain herself (clearly) for long. “So...how are you girls dealing with...you know.” “Don't use the bathroom at school,” Kyoka Jiro answered. “I avoid public bathrooms.” Ochako rolled her eyes, like that recommendation had been an option. “You're a lucky one,” Momo Yaoyorozu replied. “Not really a choice for some of us.” That was surprising, Momo was the largest girl in the class, was her bladder capacity less than ideal too? “So what did you do,” Ochako asked. Momo was not a very shy girl, they knew that when she wore the most revealing costume in the class (except for Toru's, on technicality), but it was still a surprise when she answered the inquiry with no sense of shame. “Make an empty bottle, a longer skirt, and a note asking Kyoka for some noise to cover it up.” Her power was inanimate creation, Kyoka could amplify her heartbeat, it was a solid plan. But all Ochako could think about was Momo sitting in her chair, filling a bottle while the surrounding students were none the wiser. Her face started turning a red brighter than before, until she shook her head to clear it away, attempting to force that thought away with a confusing bit of Momo's process. “I don't remember hearing Kyoka's heartbeat during class.” “You were pretty distracted at the time,” Tsuyu Asui straightforwardly answered, not like she had to say any more. “I don't know what's taking the pro heroes so long to catch the villain,” Momo complained. “We've got enough pro heroes to take on the League of Villains, some bathroom pervert who knocks his rocks off to girls pissing shouldn't be a problem.” “I imagine they're not utilizing all the heroes on a small criminal like this,” Tsuyu hypothesized. “Then isn't it our job,” Ochako asked, that heroic bravery in her voice. “We can at least help while we're still on lunch break, do what we can and get back to class on time!” She twiddled her fingers in silence, before continuing, more reserved than before. “I don't want anyone else to have to go through what I did.” A classic hero motivation, even if the subject was less inspiring. Momo, Kyoka, and Tsuyu looked between each other, considering the offer, Kyoka answering first. “I wasn't really hungry anyway.” She picked up her half-eaten tray of food, stood and walked halfway to the trash before turning back to her table. “We only have so much time, you know.” Each of the other girls stood with her. “I'll see if Toru and Mina want to join us,” Ochako stated, wandering off to find the remaining two girls of Class 1-A. ----------------------- Toru Hagakure, still a little hungry, was walking through the empty halls of U.A. High School with the ensemble of first year female heroes. The students were at lunch, the heroes were looking for the intruder, leaving them the security to quietly carry out their operation, vice class rep Momo naturally taking the lead. “Here's how it's going to go, we're not supposed to interfere, so we need to be stealthy. There's a lot of bathrooms in this school, we split up and search the ones not being investigated. Keep track of time, get back to class before it starts.” Despite this being a equal group effort, Tsuyu still raised her hand to ask a question. “If we can get into the bathroom, how do we flush the villain out,” she inquired, oblivious to her own pun. “I can make something to send through the plumbing, and Kyoka can vibrate the water. The rest of you...point taken. Alright, we split into two teams, take a wing each, and come to us if you've got a lead. Choose your teams.” Momo seemed to be the popular choice, so Toru was going to join Kyoka, until Momo stopped her. “Toru, you go solo. Use your invisibility to sneak into the more guarded bathrooms. You find something, I'll be in the west wing of the school.” “What do I do with my uniform?” Toru's Quirk made her body invisible at all times, but the power didn't extend to her clothing. If she wanted to be fully undetected... “There's a supply closet over there, hope your clothes won't be discovered. Alright teams, let's go!” Every other girl ran off deeper into the building, so Toru was alone. Still, she checked for anyone that could see her before stripping out of her uniform. It was a learned response, even if she was invisible, she didn't want anyone to see her undress. Plus, it didn't matter if they could see her in them, she didn't want anyone to see her underwear. After dropping all her clothes onto the floor, she picked them up and carefully folded them into a neat pile like a clothing store, placing her panties in the center of the stack, out of sight. Slowly to muffle her sound, she opened the closet door and slid her uniform onto one of the shelves, next to some cleaning bottles. Now, she was completely invisible, without even boots or gloves like she wore for her costume. “Well...at least I don't have anything to wet now,” she whispered. Truthfully, she had ulterior motives for helping with this plan. At the moment, Toru had to pee really bad, she wasn't sure how she would manage much longer, and Ochako's in-class accident did not help matters. With the excuse that she was helping the hunt, she could sneak into a bathroom and relieve herself. And if she couldn't...well, the mess would only be on the floor. All her fellow students went towards the west side, so she trod eastward, just to spread out the search. And to ensure she didn't run into her teammates. The closest girl's room in this direction was on the same floor, down a few hallways, so she hurried through the corridors, her right hand secretly holding her crotch. As she was approaching the bathrooms, she could hear conversation around the corner, so she pressed her back against the wall right next to the bend, not that she needed to, just what she learned from stealth training. “Do you think the trespasser is still on the grounds,” one of the voices asked, which Toru identified as Present Mic. “We haven't given them anything to see for hours, he probably gave up and left.” “Or perhaps he's just waiting for us to lower our guard,” Principal Nezu suggested. “Better safe than sorry. We should continue the search, at least until the day's end.” Toru heard them start walking, away but that didn't matter to her, leaving this particular restroom open. She wasted absolutely no time rushing in, still holding herself. If she was visible (and clothed), she'd be a sorry sight and probably too much for anyone else as full as her. Carefully holding the door behind her to shut quietly because slamming would echo far in the silence, Toru looked over the completely empty bathroom and blessed her luck. Amidst the chaos, she had made it to a bathroom just fine, though it was pretty close. She had moved up to desperation dancing, both hands between her legs as she stepped repeatedly, barefoot on the cold tile floor. She needed to hurry into one of the stalls, and that's what she did, closing the door with the same finesse as before. Normally, this would be the worst part to any girl about to pee themselves. Standing right in front of the toilet, the temptation to go so pressing with clothes still needing to be removed. But for the nude Toru, this couldn't be easier. In one motion, she pivoted to face away from the bowl and dropped onto the seat, now with little regard for sound. It wasn't difficult to get Toru to loosen her bladder. She had barely sat down, in the midst of wincing with her butt on the ring, as the loud splashing began. To an onlooker, a steady stream of light golden urine just started in the center of the toilet seat, only falling a slight distance before hitting the still water, tainting the clear water yellow. And it was loud, this was sure to echo, but she couldn't do much to stop this one. She didn't want to, letting loose with a long-held pee was so satisfying. She didn't have to go anywhere near as bad as Ochako, but the fact that she snuck into an off-limits bathroom spoke volumes for the volume she was done containing. She sighed in that broken, breathy way, and shivered as a chill of satisfaction slid down her spine. The sound of water seemed to be the trigger, because the splashing sound beneath her changed pitch. Her heart skipped a beat as fear gripped her, though it couldn't do anything to stop her peeing. Shaking and slowly, she looked down, getting a clear look through her legs to examine the bowl. The water looked to be the right consistency and color, but the liquid was curving upwards, arcing out from the rest, up to the invisible girl. Somewhere, Toru realized this was the villain the school had been on alert for, that she had found them. The correct response would be to calmly stop peeing and alert someone more capable. She screamed, jumped off the toilet into standing and ran out of the stall, entirely unable to stop her bladder draining, leaving a path of golden drops to her location. Toru watched the stall as the door's momentum from charging out closed it shut, the short time frame it was open not allowing her to get another look at the pervert. She had escaped to safety, but it wasn't enough to stop her. She had held her bladder for too long, letting it go felt too good, she just couldn't stop now. Rivulets of relief spiraled down her invisible legs, making a puddle that spread through the gaps between the tiles. She tried to stop it with force, hands clenching the source of the flow, but it wasn't helping, merely pooling in her palms before falling through her fingers. It was truly a sight like no other. Her cry of terror had evidently not gone unnoticed, because some burst into the room while she was still frozen in fear and shame, but still she looked at the new addition. Honestly, Toru didn't recognize her at first, not in costume and normal sized, but the rest of her features gave away she was the pro hero Mt. Lady. She first seemed surprised at the pee coming from empty air, but it dawned on her a second later. “You're that invisible girl from 1-A, right?” “Y-yes...” Mt. Lady correctly checked the nearest stall and looked into the toilet. She studied it carefully for a couple seconds, when her head fell and she flushed. Toru could tell what happened, and she felt the need to apologize. “Sorry...I guess he escaped.” Her bladder finally emptied, a few more drops running down her legs. “Damn, then we just missed him.” She didn't even reprimand Toru, like she already understood what led her to this. “I guess you're supposed to go to the nurse's office. And shouldn't you have a uniform?” “Uh...I put it in a closet near the cafeteria. If you don't have a lead...could you please bring it to the nurse's office?” She probably would have placed a hand on Toru's shoulder, if she knew where it was. “Sure. Just, please leave this to professionals when we ask you to. I understand you kids got lucky at the USJ, but it's important to understand your limits. I imagine you don't want a repeat of this.” She grabbed a handful of paper towels and held them in the vague vicinity in front of Toru, for her to grab and wipe herself down with. There was nothing more to say, Toru slowly walked out, plenty embarrassed but staying quiet about it. At least she was mostly dry. She opened the door out, ready to leave when Mt. Lady called out to her, “Hold on. I just want to say, joining this fight was wrong, but you had the right attitude. Even if I suspect you may not have joined for solely altruistic motivations.” She gave an understanding smirk, giving Toru a tiny bit of happiness on her trudge to the nurse's office.
At least Toru's return to the classroom was calm. She had gotten cleaned off, her uniform returned to her, and she sat at her desk before lunch break was over. And no one (besides Mt. Lady who had no reason to tell) saw her accident, so she had basically gotten away with it. The invisible girl looked at the other girls who made it back before her, and the ones that met her eye all returned a gaze of disappointment. Perfectly clear that none of them found anything, and Toru was not about to reveal what she encountered. She didn't have to, because the PA system engaged, and Principal Nezu's voice crackled through the speaker. “Hello, students! As a warning, we've run into the nefarious intruder again, and he's escaped our clutches once more. However, we'll capture him soon enough, he won't evade us for long, not so long as he...” His announcement was cut off, before he started on a long diatribe that would run into class time. Good thing the principal finished then, because mere seconds after the silence set in, the door into the room burst open, the only way All Might knew how to enter, even when he was just a teacher. “Hello, students! You don't need to fear the villain that's found their way onto the grounds, because we're doing a field exercise today! Get into your costumes and come to the training grounds!” And just as quickly as he entered, he left with the same flair for the dramatic. There was a certain excitement among the students, hands-on instruction was always more fun and to their interests, but there were no bathrooms out there. It meant they couldn't be attacked, but worst comes to worst, it's just as bad a struggle. --------------- Class 1-A was gathered before the gates to the school's training grounds, a fake city meant to simulate urban villain battles to the students, listening to All Might's instructions. “Your objective this time, heroes, is to locate a set of villain dummies placed somewhere on the grounds. There are subtle clues to their location, you will need to work together and confer with each other. This is a full class exercise, the logistics will be up to your discretion. You have an hour, you'll be graded based on time and teamwork, so go now!” The doors opened, and each of the students rushed in, some more energetic and stable than others. On the lower end of that scale was Tsuyu Asui. No one noticed, she was part frog and therefore moved somewhat uncannily all the time, but it wasn't due to her Quirk this time. Like many before her, Tsuyu was really feeling the painful effects of a full bladder. It hadn't been so bad earlier, only a mild discomfort during Ochako's “performance”, it was the hunt to free the bathrooms during lunch that awakened her need to worrying levels. The only comfort Tsuyu had was the population density of her location. The training grounds were the size of a business district with only a handful above a dozen people in it, she certainly had space for privacy. What she would do with it, she didn't know yet, but it was the security she could do something if worst came to worst. As expected, class reps Tenya Iida and Momo Yaoyorozu led the pack, delegating tasks to the other students. Essentially, the plan was to pair off and each take a certain region. In approximately 15 minutes, they'd all return to a rendezvous point and collaborate with anything they've found. Some of the pairs were standard, Izuku and Ochako, Bakugo and Kirishima, ir's the team of Tsuyu and Todoroki. They both respected each other as peers, but there wasn't anything friendly between them. Without Tsuyu even noticing (to be fair, she was distracted), everyone else ran off and she didn't even know where to. “Todoroki, where did everyone go?” “Were you paying attention, Asui,” he coldly questioned, basically agiven considering his Fire and Ice Quirk, and he only used the ice half. “Call me Tsu,” she interrupted. “...okay, Tsu.” Todoroki was clearly uncomfortable with the informal nickname, but he kept going. “They all split up in different directions, but it doesn't look like anyone went this way.” He pointed down a street, indistinguishable from any other road. Tsuyu looked down the path she was being directed towards, looking it over with her trademark blank stare, before quietly walking that way. “Then we should do that.” “Are you okay,” Todoroki asked. “You seem to have less energy than usual.” He noticed. It's not that easy to hide this, is it? “I'm not that energetic, actually.” That was all she had to say, and Todoroki dropped the subject while following her lead. Things were quiet, so Tsuyu had the focus to worry about her basically full bladder. Wasn't the first time she had to hold urine, never is for teenagers, but it was most certainly the first time it was a concern in her costume. It was one piece of full-body attire, which meant she couldn't simply remove necessary items if it became an emergency. “Hold it,” her partner ordered. Already am. “You see that over there?” He pointed at an alleyway between two nearby buildings, partially hidden in shadow. While her mental processes weren't firing at full cylinder, Tsuyu couldn't tell what he was referring to, not even a clue. All she could think about was how much she'd like to duck into that alley and come back relieved a few minutes later. “I don't know what you're talking about.” He held his left arm, rapidly being encased in ice, out to the alcove. The temperature of the air began decreasing rapidly, a little disconcerting to a partial amphibian, and the area they were focused on started to frost over. That's when it became more clear, footprints shown in the thin ice shards. Ah, the residual heat from the person who stepped here melted the ice around it. “Did any of the other students come this way?” “Doubtful. Which means these tracks come from whoever set up the clues for us to find. We follow them, and we'll find their trail.” Tsuyu was suitably impressed. “So why aren't you studying to become a detective instead of a superhero?” “Well, Fire & Ice is pretty situational for investigative purposes. Besides, it's important to be a good detective while being a hero. Understand?” “Ribbit,” she responded in her usual verbal tic, but context clues revealed she got the picture. Also, at that moment, she was hit with a terrible wave of piercing desperation. Without even a squeak of a sound, she closed her legs together tightly, with the hopes of her need not going any further than that. Bad. Very bad. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold, if this keeps up. Now the question was how she was going to take care of it. It couldn't be possible to wait much longer, what could she do in the confines of the training grounds? And with a partner she needed to separate from, no less. There were alleyways, trees, bushes, options for proper modesty, if she could just get away for a minute or two. “Hm? Something bothering you, Tsu?” Well...I couldn't hide it from him forever, I suppose. She didn't say anything, but she did find herself placing her white-gloved hands between her legs, grabbing tightly, pulling on the little looseness in her costume. Her knees buckled and she bounced on her heels, unintentionally croaking as a grunt of distress. Todoroki caught on, which made his face turn red and blended color perfectly with the burn scar over his eye. “Very well, what are you planning?” “Not really sure. I don't know where the most private place around here is.” Tsuyu did not have much of a mental filter, almost as if she was an actual frog turned human. The elemental boy looked around, observing each of the...potential spots for Tsuyu, but deduced that each was very open to another student that could happen upon them, and the faint sounds of not so distant footsteps meant they very well could. So he had to find something he could do for her, as a hero would. Not to mention, he had to consider her condition, that was the important part. She was doing her best to not show any discomfort, but he could tell she probably didn't have much time, or the ability to cover much distance. Something covering, but close. That's when he noticed, the second floor of the building they found the clue on had a window ajar. That had to mean something in this hunt, and if he could get Tsuyu inside, she'd have all the privacy she'd need. They wouldn't have a proper toilet or plumbing, but at least there'd be four walls. “Tsu, look at that window up there. Do you think you can make it up there?” Tsuyu tilted her head upwards, and noticed the window as well. But it was far up, and frogs can't climb walls. “I can jump that high, but I wouldn't be able to open the window in the air.” And I might not be able to handle a jump like that. Wordlessly, Todoroki extended his left arm, and an ice ramp formed up to the window. “There you are. You should be okay indoors.” He held his hands out, gesturing for ladies first. Tsuyu stood straight, placing her hands to her side, attempting to look more like a dignified hero. “That's considerate, but...I think it might be too late.” Just as she said it, Todoroki noticed something happening on the crotch of her costume, not that he was looking prior to that. Most of the fabric on her legs was black, taking on the appearance of very tall boots, but the color turned green halfway up her thighs, which carried onto the rest of the attire. And that spot of green was starting to turn darker, a large circle at the apex dividing into small rivulets going down her thighs until blending into the dark colors. Surprisingly, Tsuyu didn't look all that concerned. Todoroki honestly had never seen her with any facial expression other than the wide-eyed, blank stare she had now, he didn't know if she could make another face, but he expected her to look a little more worried while starting to wet herself. Well, he didn't have an answer to that question, but something else was entirely clear; she wouldn't last much longer, and she wasn't doing anything (if she even could), so it was his duty to assist. With a cool and level head, a solution came quickly, before Tsuyu could completely lose control. Not a moment wasted, Todoroki grabbed both of Tsuyu's shoulders, gently as he could, dropping her directly beneath the open window and the ice plank up to it. “I'll be back for you in a couple minutes,” he instructed, simultaneously forming two more ice walls to connect to the edges of the sleet above, effectively trapping Tsuyu inside. She heard her partner run overhead, and the click of him entering the window. In near total isolation, she could appreciate Todoroki's work. The ice he created, while usually imperfect, was entirely cloudy and jagged, it wasn't even slightly transparent. Perfect for her current needs, so she reached behind her neck, the only zipper to remove her costume, hiding behind her long hair. Her gloves were large, much bigger than her hands, so the mandatory precise grip to catch the zipper was a struggle in a fight she was already at a disadvantage in. Even while trying her best to undress, she couldn't keep her bladder at bay any longer, more pee leaking out by the second. Though she remained heavily aquatic, she liked the feeling of water on her skin, so her costume wasn't waterproof, and she could feel the warmth of her urine, almost hot in the chilly air surrounding her. “I don't think I can make this,” the frog girl decided, having made no progress on her costume and starting to feel the reduction of pressure in her abdomen, those successive spurts could stay little leaks for so long. The low temperature was not at all helping her control, so with a lack of time to spare... “Ribbit, it's not worth it anymore.” She squatted down like she was preparing for a hop, not slipping on the thin layer of ice thanks to her full-toed boots and flexible heels, and not only let go of the hold she still had, but actively started to force pee out. That was all it took, power behind her stream let it shoot straight through the costume, not spread across the fabric, pouring into a large and growing puddle beneath her body. The sharp difference in temperature caused the pee to steam upon hitting the ground, quickly melting the frost and making a smell apparent in the closed environment. She could almost taste it with her tongue hanging out, a common habit of hers but now caused by the relief. Despite the unexceptional conditions, Tsuyu couldn't help but feel satisfied. Was she peeing in the training ground, sure. Could she not make it, not really. Did she have to wet her costume, yeah. But looking at it all in perspective, she didn't do that bad. She had been given a hidden spot, her costume was kind of okay, and most importantly, she got the chance to pee at all without making a scene like Ochako had to suffer through. She had been waiting for this for too long, even if she didn't let it show. The amphibian certainly had to wait before she could feel fully refreshed, she had more than enough to give, which gave her the opportunity to listen for anything outside the enclosure. And it didn't take long for something to happen, footsteps increasing in volume, sliding to a close next to the ramp. “Looks like Todoroki beat us here,” a voice Tsuyu identified as Bakugo complained. “Well, let's see if he found anything,” Kirishima responded, and two sets of running emanated crossing the ramp above. The whole structure was thick and solid enough there was no threat of anything crashing down on her. Thank Todoroki for that. Things went quiet again, she couldn't even hear anyone inside the building. Not much time to reflect on that, because the loud crashing of urine finally started to die down, fading down to a tinkle before halting completely. Tsuyu let out a little breath of refreshment, and looked at her “work.” The puddle, while very golden in color, did not have a very impressive diameter, as expected from the smallest girl in class. Ochako probably beat her in capacity, though perhaps her accident just looked worse in the classroom. At least her clothing was spared more than her friend's, just the crotch, thighs, and bottom of her butt were visibly off-color. She didn't even mind the feeling of wet costume against her sensitive spots (no underwear was standard for skin-tight female costumes), she liked warm water. Before she could reflect too hard, the ice began dissipating, not melting, from the top, and standing directly in front of her as the barrier disappeared was Todoroki. “Are you alright now,” he asked. “Ribbit,” Tsuyu nodded. “Thanks for the help.” “We're heroes. It's our job to help not only civilians, but fellow guardians of justice.” He waved his ice hand, and the puddle froze over, with excess distance. “There, no one will notice now.” “If you could also cover me a little. Someone would put the pieces together if they saw my costume a little wet.” “Alright, sure.” He was in this deep as an accomplice, a little more assistance would be the appropriate thing to do. The pair started to walk away from the scene of the “crime”, until the PA System also installed in the training grounds sparked into life. “Attention, all UA students,” Principal Nezu announced. “I'm happy to share that we've caught the intruding villain at last. As such, all restrooms are open again. Thank you for bearing with us as we sorted this out.” The message ended, probably cut off before the principal could ramble. Todoroki and Tsuyu looked each other in the eye, not that the elemental boy could ever out-stare frog girl, neither wanting to be the first to say something about the bad timing. Once the silence had become awkward, Tsuyu spoke up. “They took a little too long. Ribbit.”
Author's note: If you see anything in her that contradicts Momo's appearance in Chapter 2, consider it a retcon. I've had 24 more episodes to get to know her now. Thanks to MasterXploder for proofreading. --------------- Most high-school students were worried about tests, and the heroes in training at UA Hero Academy were no different. Most of Class 1-A had panicked about both the written and practical halves of the final, and while they had survived three days of the former, they still needed to prove themselves in a physical environment. Though, most were no longer worried, with the advance knowledge they'd be fighting robots similar to the entrance exam. However, there was one student much less confident than the rest, the student no one would have guessed: class representative Momo Yaoyorozu. After all, her Quirk was the ability to create anything she knew the chemical composition of, an ability that paired well with her intelligence. All in all, a large percentage of the class viewed her as an inspiration. The problem was those few like Bakugo and especially Todoroki, those that easily outclassed her skill and made her look weak in comparison. Ever since the Sports Festival, when Momo had lost her match without even scratching Tokoyami, while Todoroki wowed the audience with insane ice power, and got a fight with Midoriya that enamored everyone watching. Suddenly, the girl in the upper echelon of her class, who had gotten into this school through high recommendations, was now forgotten by all but Mineta, and that was the kind of attention she didn't want. She had the time to think about her insecurities, besides the bus ride all the way out to the facility, the class was currently waiting outside the Practical Examination field for too long. There were snippets of assorted small talk floating around, with a lot of comments about their performance on the written exam that Momo had given up her valuable time to study for, just to be a tutor. Yes, her pupils thanked her after it happened and that felt good, but she had been relegated to obscurity once more. Though right now, maybe having eyes off her was a good thing. “What's keeping the teachers,” she whispered to herself, gazing down at her lower body, with her legs fully exposed in her hero costume. With all the time being wasted, it gave a part down below time to fill up past the threshold where she'd notice. She wouldn't say it so boldly, but to put it simply, Momo needed to pee no insignificant amount. Groaning ever so slightly in pained response, she pressed her thighs closer to ease her discomfort. Unfortunately, despite being aware of the problem, there was little she could do. The city simulation was placed far away from the school grounds, so it wasn't possible to walk back and return without being gone a worryingly long time. Without any commodes way out here, and no place to hide until they got into the dangerous and active arena, that left her in a predicament without much chance for escape. No, you're not allowed to think like that, she reprimanded. Being from a well-to-do family, the personal standards she held herself to had always been strict, but nothing compared to her resolve now. As of late, her combat prowess had failed to impress, suddenly giving the impression she was slacking when that couldn't be further from the truth. Acting weak or incapable was no longer an option, absolutely everything she had worked for in her life would be for naught if she couldn't stand tall like a hero now. Finally, as she took a deep breath and steeled herself, Mr. Aizawa walked over in his usual lethargic fashion. “It's time for your practical exam. I assume you all know what it's going to be?” “Yeah,” Kaminari exclaimed, “fighting robots! Like the entrance exam!” Mina pumped her fist in matching excitement. “Not quite!” That definitely wasn't Aizawa's voice, as they soon confirmed when the tiny Principal Nezu popped out of the teacher's scarf. “We've decided, in light of recent events, it would be a more productive test of your skills to pit you in combat closer to the experience of facing a villain.” Kyoka rotated her hand to push the principal along. “Meaning?” “You'll be in teams of two, attempting to incapacitate or escape the teachers!” Immediately, the murmur of the class devolved into loud, enthusiastic shouting with peers mere feet away, just to be heard. Momo had to admit, that was an interesting development. That might be a good idea, it's a lot more practical training...if it wasn't so much harder. And in teams, against a teacher, that's a lot of witnesses should I...but I won't! Still, it's less than ideal... Busy considering all the implications this new test cast on her inadequate condition, Momo neglected the continuing instruction, the rest of the school's teachers arriving, she was only brought back to reality by her name. “Yaoyorozu!” Immediately, as if to compensate for all the time her focus was elsewhere, she stood at full, stiff attention, arms at her side and legs pressed together, something she would have done anyway. “Y-yes?” “You're with Todoroki, against me,” Aizawa explained. “You're up fourth.” In other words, not enough time to wander around and find a bathroom. Not unless I know exactly where it is. She had only visited this place a handful of times, never needing to relieve herself. But if she were to ask, that'd be akin to admitting defeat. I'll face it. Like an adult. Like a hero. Once again distracted, she only then noticed one person looking at her funny, it was bound to happen with Momo jiggling around like an impatient child. Her first action was to halt the bouncing she didn't even realize she was doing, with a yelp and a shift to full rigid stature. That's when she realized who it was, doubtlessly judging her: her partner, Shoto Todoroki. I don't know if I'll survive this test. --------------- Just as Momo had feared, her bladder's pain had not eased by the time her test had begun. She spent the entire preparation time just waiting around awkwardly and alone. She wasn't able to build up the courage to ask someone for directions to the girl's room, putting her in the painful situation where she now had no choice. She was trapped in the empty replica city that served as her testing grounds, and considering escape was one of the conditions for victory, it was guaranteed to be difficult. And she had no idea whether it was better or worse that she wasn't fighting alone. Yes, having anyone by her side would theoretically make it easier to either capture or escape Mr. Aizawa, especially someone as, frankly, overpowered as Todoroki, but it also came with the downside of another witness to a hypothetical accident, a negative looking more and more like inevitable reality. The only saving grace she had was distraction. It was more important now that she locate her teacher, for whatever plan the duo would execute. The real problem was, she had no idea what that plan would be. It doesn't matter. He'll come up with a better plan anyway. I only need to focus on...not wetting myself. I can't believe that's still a priority for me. She didn't need to think tactics, her partner was taking that lead as the two ducked into a back alley of the mock residential neighborhood, keeping a watch of the road ahead. “The deciding factor of this fight is going to be first strike. Keep creating small things, to confirm our Quirks haven't been erased, that way we'll know when Mr. Aizawa's near. If we find him, I'll distract him, you run. Until then, we both run for the exit.” The plan seemed sound, they'd be mostly helpless without their Quirks, and two mere students wouldn't stand a chance in a straight fight against their pro hero teacher. Still, there was something about it that seemed off, Momo had some concern about it. “H-hold on, I thiNGH-” She was interrupted by a ridiculously painful jolt of concentrated suffering, straight from her already-filled internal water balloon. Too bad she had already started a thought out loud, and piqued her partner's curiosity. “What were you saying?” The tortuous urge washed away after a second of agony, leaving a burning sensation in its wake, but it had come and gone without any leakage. “N-never mind, it's nothing.” Right, no point in telling him I'm being weak. He's the son of Endeavor, he's strong and ruthless, he wouldn't have any sympathy for my stupid problems. Todoroki looked over Momo head-to-feet, who attempted to look casual under the inspection, mentally pleading with him to get his eyes off her. Finally, he did so, and went back to looking in the direction they'd be dashing. “...alright, then. Just stay alert.” He ran off ahead, leaving his partner behind. Not that she minded at the moment, it gave her a quick second to reach her hand under her utility belt and pressed two fingers against the crotch of her red one-piece costume for that tiny bit of relief it provided. Once it wore off, she shuddered at losing the feeling, but still ran to Todoroki. Not only did she need to keep up with someone in perfectly fine physical condition, straining her weakened constitution enough already, but she needed to keep creating. Just small nesting dolls, but these were the most complicated she could manage given the circumstances, it was ebbing away at her concentration. There was a time limit on the test by default, but this was adding another, stricter restriction for her to keep track of. Mr. Aizawa needed to show himself soon so they could use their plan and get out, or else she'd be dripping and disgraced. Then again, would having an opponent to fight help at all? It would mean that either victory or loss was within grasp, but she'd be suddenly expected to pull her weight in a physical environment, something very strenuous and leak-inducing. With her attention already split between running, listening, and creating, the novice hero had to allocate just a tiny bit to introspection. There's no chance, I'm going to pee if I have to fight. But how would I get out of one? Of course, with all the buildings, walls, and other kinds of cover, the thought occurred to Momo to answer nature's call whilst hiding behind any of them. It'd be a lot easier getting away from Todoroki than it would with Aizawa, she'd only need a minute and the pain would be over. Just one minute behind cover and she could drain all these excruciating bodily fluids in a comfortable stream. A drop of wetness on her exposed cleavage alerted her to the fact that picturing that scenario was making her drool, snapping her back to reality, a place with consequences. She would run the risk of being caught, and that would be a gigantic, irreversible spot on her record, and it'd be mortifying regardless of punishment. Plus, while it was far back in her considerations, even if she wasn't seen, relieving herself out in public was not a hero thing to do. She needed it, no doubt about that, but it was hardly the acceptable solution. No...I refuse, she decided, after plenty of deliberation. It's just inappropriate and immoral! I won't lower myself to that level! Conveniently, she was forgetting the times she had previously done just that, the only reason she felt confident enough to consider it an option, but that didn't really matter. Point was, she was denying it now, there would be no bathroom visit for the junior hero. That would prove to be a challenge, because Momo absolutely would pee, incredibly soon. She could feel it, the way her innards were pulsing, stretching, she was guaranteed to lose it within the next few minutes. She wasn't stupid, she recognized and fully understood that. But what am I supposed to do? I need it! I need it so bad! Frantically, she looked around for some kind of hint to what she could do, and besides all the buildings further tempting her to do something indecent, all she had was Todoroki. Distraction! “You know...we both got into UA through recommendations, but you're so much more capable than me,” she admitted, slowly and hesitantly. “Why do you have to be so good?” After all, he was strong, perceptive, quick and not currently at the business end of a bathroom emergency. It felt like things had gone silent for her to make this step on her personal journey. Or maybe it wasn't just her. “What happened to the dolls you were making?” Momo hadn't noticed, but with the lack of wooden crashing against the pavement, she agreed something was wrong. Her creation, her one special talent, had halted. Instead of adding to her growing inferiority complex, however, she had a bad idea to what that meant. “He's h-” Even just the warning couldn't come fast enough, as a white ribbon shot down and ensnared his arms to his torso, a kind of attack that could come from their teacher, Eraserhead. While he would have liked to give more detailed commands, being pulled into the air, Todoroki could only reasonably order one word. “Run!” Momo only caught the briefest glimpse of Aizawa hanging from the pole before she turned tail and bolted. Just following orders? Not exactly, and she realized it, in a moment of lucidity. I'm scared. Why am I scared? This isn't some real-life villain fight where I could get hurt, I wasn't this afraid at USJ! It's just a test! She understood the stupidity of her actions, but still she ran. Though, perhaps something besides fear was fueling the mad dash. And I need to pee so freaking bad! I can't stand it anymore! Her true motivation behind gaining distance may very well have been purely to empty her bladder, now that the only two people to catch her were occupied elsewhere. The men's conversation grew fainter as Momo disappeared behind a faraway alley wall. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee,” she repeated, not bothering to keep quiet anymore with no one to hear. She couldn't even keep still, running in place and gripping the compartments on the front of her belt. She wasn't willing to grab between her legs, regardless of the desperation, there was hardly a point; without the capacity to create anything useful at the moment, she'd be spraying this concrete divider down soon enough. She faced the gray stone from six inches away and spread her feet apart, extending her right index and middle fingers as her hand reached down to pull the crotch of her costume aside. Still, even as she was preparing to relax her lower muscles, the fate of her partner stayed a firm second worry in her mind. Obviously, he wasn't dead or in mortal peril, but it was still bothering her enough to be noticeable amidst her searing need to urinate. I abandoned him. If this were a real fight, I'd have left him to die for my own needs! How can I call myself a hero with that kind of priority? I need to run back and help him, but... It was notable that, despite her constant reprimands, Momo had yet to reverse any action she had taken. It could not be overstated how badly she not only needed, but wanted to pee. She'd been denied that human need too long and had to answer it, yet she had deep-rooted integrity this would be breaking. There would only be one victor, her mind or her bladder. She looked between the direction she arrived from and the wall she was planning to drench multiple times, seriously needing to weigh her options, both had horrible downsides. She didn't even come to a clean verdict before her subconscious made the choice for her, she stopped her shameful potty dancing and stood firm. “No! If I falter now, I'll have proven I'm not cut out to be a hero! All the time I've spent, learning and training, all the support I've been given will have been for nothing! I won't give up! I will be a hero!” She had a new fire in her heart to rival Endeavor's flames, but the spirit wasn't strong enough to override all her pain. There was a hero's resolve on the inside, but from what was visible, she still looked terrified, which would at least serve as a cover should she piss her pants. But she wouldn't run away this time, she was heading back into the eye of the storm. She wasn't able to make it far in the first place, however, so the sprint took almost no time. I only made it that far? I would have been heard if I decided to go! “Todoroki!” Upon hearing Momo's voice, Todoroki looked up, or down in his incapacitated hanging position. “Yaoyorozu! I'm sorry for being so controlling! You had something you were trying to say earlier, didn't you? I'm listening now! I trust your judgment!” That was the last thing Momo was expecting to hear. Todoroki, possibly the class's most promising student, was delegating responsibility to weak little her. It would be a swift resolution to her self-doubt, if she wasn't more preoccupied with a different matter entirely. Hurrying for her own sake, she swept away the caltrops laid beneath her partner's dangling body and untied the scarf binding him. He dropped, landing perfectly on his feet, ready to roll. Unfortunately, the last of Momo's strength gave out, and she could feel her bladder crack. “I'm sorry, but I can't right now,” she admitted, going all-in on grabbing her privates. That was the last thing Todoroki was expecting to see. He looked over Momo, looking totally ready to burst, grimacing and bouncing. However, his only response was an exasperated sigh. “Out of time?” Her muscles stiffened to prevent an unintentional accident, it took real effort for her to even nod in agreement, but she managed. “Fine, I think we've got a minute before Mr. Aizawa catches wise. You better hurry.” He gestured to the wall surrounding the closest house, making a point to turn around and not look in that direction. Momo did not need to be told twice. It no longer mattered that Todoroki was so close, or that their teacher could come across them at any moment, she'd be peeing in a minute whether she wanted to or not, better to not sully her costume. With no sense of shame or modesty, she bolted to the partition, and quickly entered the same position she assumed while getting ready to relieve herself before. Except this time, she waited for nothing, she quickly pulled her costume crotch aside and exposed her girlhood, spreading it between her fingers and pulling it upwards for aiming. Much like its master, Momo's bladder was not going to wait. It had stayed strong all this time without even the slightest leak, and now that it was given permission to let loose, it did so with gusto. With force that could impress anyone, her off-yellow stream gushed out and crashed into the wall less than an inch below her hips, emanating a slamming, echoing roar and a pungent odor. In seconds, a triangle with her impact point as the top point spread down to the sidewalk, flooding in all directions once it hit flat ground, encircling her boots in no time. Ordinarily, this would be the worst thing that could happen to Momo. She was in the middle of a very violent, private activity, exposing her most private parts, in an incredibly not-private location with someone else feet away just to ensure she could never keep it secret. However, all the negative implications were the farthest things from her mind, all she could do now was bask in the release. There was no more accurate word to describe it than “amazing”, she shivered, her chest heaved under heavy breaths, and she let out a staggered, high-pitched moan, all interrupted by the most coherent words she could form. “Hngh...nngh...mmpf...ahhhhhhhh...” Eventually, the feeling of relief dampened, it was no longer enough to overtake the rest of her thoughts closing in on a minute after starting. She was once again in the real world, able to recognize everything wrong with what she was doing, far beyond public urination being illegal. Yet, somehow, she still didn't mind. Sometimes, a girl just needed to pee. It also helped that she trusted Todoroki to not say anything, everything she'd seen of him convinced her that he'd help if need be. Finally, after possibly longer than ever before, Momo couldn't keep up the torrent at its current force. It didn't end yet, she was still able to continue at a rate more common for an average bathroom visit, but eventually even that had to stop. “Ugh...I did it...too close.” The puddle continued to spread outwards from origin, but its creator let her costume snap back to proper coverage, and let out one final sigh. Fear of discovery, and some amount of shame, kept her from looking at her mess, and she instead pivoted and quickly walked away. “T-thanks for the s-support,” she stuttered, not wanting to look Todoroki in the eye. He got the message anyway, and joined her in leaving the scene of the crime. “No problem. Anything else bothering you now?” “I think I'm good. And I've got a plan to win, too.” It was a miracle she didn't forget their actual goal in everything else she had to suffer through. She was confident, prepared, and ready to fight. --------------- Momo was in a good mood. She didn't have to overtly embarrass herself, grown as a person, and had passed her final to boot. She was walking proudly to the room where her classmates, whether they had taken their test or not, were waiting. The door slid open, and she saw half the class watching a large screen on the wall, along with Recovery Girl running the system. With the sound of her entrance, it was only a second before everyone noticed her appearance, but there were no congratulations. Instead, she saw their faces either drain of color or turn red, and none of them could look at her. “What's with the cold welcome,” she asked. None of them replied, besides looking between each other for prodding and guidance, until Midoriya finally broke the silence. “U-uh, w-well...” It didn't answer anything, but he raised a shaking hand, pointing at the screen, prompting Momo to look. It was displaying various video feeds of Ochako and Aoyama, in their fight against Thirteen. Nothing about it offered any insight to her peers' attitude. Wait...video feeds?! She wasn't in here prior to her test, she had no idea they were being so closely monitored. Clearly, there were a lot of cameras, most definitely in every examination ground. Her jaw hung agape at the horrifying implication, and she bolted to Izuku, grabbing him by the collar and clearly making him uncomfortable with the proximity. “How much did you see?!” “I-I mean, not everything, but...enough?” Trembling, Momo dropped him, pupils shrinking and various unformed chokes emanating from her hanging mouth. They saw me pee. All of them did. And...that wasn't the only time I exposed myself! Did they see that too?! They saw me pee and they saw my breasts. She couldn't defend herself, only jump to the verge of crying and run out with her face buried in her palms, crashing into Iida on the way out, not even that was enough to make her stop. She might have been brave, but having to come to terms with this...that was too much for anyone.
Author's note: As usual (though less usual as of late), MasterXploder did proofreading. --------------- "Watch out, Ashido!" Hearing the call to attention from class representative Tenya Iida, Mina Ashido's head jolted around various directions, soon enough finding a giant dirt fist barreling towards her. While she attempted to sidestep to avoid the blow as soon as she registered the threat, the speed was just too much to safely dodge. That is, until it was slowed by a spray of ice, freezing over the earthen joints, weighing the arm down enough for Mina to jump out of harm's way. "Woah, thanks for the heads up!" Jumping onto the outstretched arm, Midoriya leapt over with his own fist primed for a punch, connecting it with the dirt monster's face, shattering the head into a hundred tiny pieces. Now decapitated, the creature fell over, thoroughly defeated. Unfortunately, it was for naught, as another shortly rose up and took its place. "There's just no end to these things," Kaminari complained. "Then we keep busting through," Kirishima, all fired up, taunted to the opponents that didn't have the biology to hear it. He charged forward, delivering a body blow to the next enemy with his jagged, rock-hard fist. He wasn't the only one on the offensive, as Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki joined in with their own hard-hitting attacks. "This was supposed to be a fun summer training camp," Mina cried as she dove behind a nearby tree, seeking cover from the ensuing debris of another earth creature destroyed by the might of the student heroes. She wasn't wrong, to prepare the class for the ever-growing violent world outside the school campus, one that contained evils like the League of Villains and the recently-defeated Hero Killer Stain, UA had promised its first-years a training camp in a secluded forest, a chance to radically improve their skills as a team. Even students like Mina, who had failed their final, were allowed to join in the festivities. As their bus arrived on a clearing overlooking the woods they'd be spending the next few weeks, the class even discovered they'd have new pro hero instructors, the Wild Wild Pussycats. Or rather, half the Pussycats, Mandalay and Pixie Bob. That's where the downhill plummet began. In short order, they were so kindly informed that the bus would go no further, they needed to reach the cabins miles away on foot, and they wouldn't have anything to eat until then. And, just to add insult to injury, the forest was crawling with the monsters of living earth, courtesy of Pixie Bob. It was only rare moments like now where the kids were given a moment to stop. Midoriya and Iida nearly collapsed, while the other MVP, Todoroki, simply activated his fire half of his Quirk and defrosted himself. Most others were bent over and panting, chests heaving as their breaths continued to escape them. It was clear, even from a cursory glance, that they wouldn't last much longer before succumbing to exhaustion. "What...what time is it now," Ochako gasped. Iida lifted his left arm, as if it carried the weight of the world, to check his watch. "Ten to four." Everyone groaned in unison. That meant they had been out here for nearly five hours, and with nothing but memory guiding them to their destination, it could be a hundred feet or a hundred miles until they got to the training grounds. Until then, they'd be going hungry, as Mina's growling stomach reminded her. "Here, Ashido." Looking up, Mina saw Momo handing her a bottle of water, no doubt created from nothing by her Quirk. "Can't have you getting dehydrated." "Thanks." Mina took the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and began chugging the cold, refreshing liquid down. True, while it would be bad for any of them to be dehydrated, it was especially dangerous for Mina. Her Quirk required expelling fluids to carry her acid, so if she had none to give, she'd be useless in a fight. However, all silver linings had a dark cloud attached. She was suffering under a lack of food, yet simultaneously suffering from an abundance of water. Nature had been taking its course inside her pink body over the span of these long hours, and everything she drank to keep herself moving in that intervening time was really taking effect. Mina had to pee. It was certainly an awkward situation to be caught in. She'd be holding for who knew how much longer if she wanted any chance of making it to the bathroom, maybe she was capable of it, but it would likely involve some real visible desperation. It seemed such was the fate that eventually befell all female members of Class 1-A, the only variable was how publicly they embarrassed themselves. It wasn't even limited to the girls anymore, not after Mineta wet himself shortly after arrival. Mina did not want to be next in that line. So, what options did she have, aside from simply holding it? Well, no doubt, the tall, broad trees that surrounded them to the edge of visibility in every direction were giving Mina a few ideas. It wasn't exactly a feminine notion, but if worst came to worst, she'd be open to really watering a tree. A tree out of sight, of course. But that was the problem. If she wandered off by herself, she was just asking to be attacked, because fate always targeted the girl alone in the woods, slasher movie style. On the other hand, if she did it close to everyone else, she was just asking to be spied on by one of the boys, not to name specific names. "Something on your mind, Ashido?" Lost in thought, Mina didn't realize that Momo hadn't left. Or how her legs were jiggling, stamping into the dirt. Frankly, there was no reason to hide her predicament from Momo, not after how...open she had been about her own experience in this matter. "Just how badly I need to whiz." As soon as the words reached Momo's ears, her face blushed a red as bright as her hero costume. "W-why are you telling me?!" "Well, you asked. Come on, you can't tell me it isn't bothering you too." "T-that's...besides the point! A hero shouldn't even have the idea that public urination is acceptable!" "So what was your excuse during the finals?" "E-er...I have no excuse for my actions. But it was an emergency, and I wasn't thinking clearly." Mina jumped to her feet, continuing to bounce on her heels, adding wiggling her hips to the dance. "It'll probably be an emergency for me too, soon enough!" True, it was an exaggeration, but it wouldn't be one for long. "You're just going to have to deal with it. It's not safe enough around here to undress...oh, and the indecency thing too! Right." Momo gently and subtly put on hand on the inner edge of her right thigh. She had a point, Mina had to concede. They were between waves of onslaught, but there was no guarantee when it would end. Tradition seemed to dictate that it wouldn't be long now. Stopping to take a leak was paramount to putting a target on her forehead, a risk she wasn't exactly willing to take. "Yeah, it might be better to wet myself." She didn't want to believe it, but she was part of a world much more dangerous than a simple high-schooler's worries. However, from that dejection, opportunity was birthed. A smug smile spread across Mina's face as an idea came to light in her mind. "Hey, Momo. What if we gathered all the girls together and banded together to protect each other while we took our leaks? Like, one or two of us do it at a time, and the rest stand guard, and then we swap out..." "Weren't you listening to what I said? It's an incredibly inappropriate thing for heroes to do!" "Come on, we're in the woods! No one's going to get up in arms about a few kids doing their business in the woods! I'm sure the teachers are expecting us to do it too! There's no way they really think we can all just hold it the whole time!" "They wouldn't wish something so degrading upon us. Not when it sets a poor precedence for our future behavior." "It's being resourceful with the options available to us in the field!" Despite her eagerness, it was clear her arguments were getting nowhere with Momo, and Mina had to take a different approach. "Listen, I know you know as well as I do, but when we get desperate, it's not going to matter. We have an easy out, let's just take it and drain the water before anything gets worse!" With Mina leaning in with excitement, Momo relented with a sigh. "We'll settle this diplomatically. I'll ask the other girls what they want to do. If they agree with you, I'll go along. I'm not exactly opposed to the idea..." Satisfied in her victory, Mina cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice, taking a deep breath to shout for her female classmates. Unfortunately, just as she leaned forward to yell, she was interrupted by a violent shaking of the ground beneath her feet, nearly causing her to lose her footing. "Ugh, now of all times?" "Sounds like more of those creatures," Momo concluded, pulling a harpoon from the palm of her left hand. "You're just going to have to hold it." "Y-yeah." Momo ran off, prepped for battle as everyone else was, leaving Mina alone. "Damn, I really needed that now," she groaned, bubbling up acid on her hands. "These dirt monsters better know enough to get out of my way." She rushed from her hiding place, ready to face the danger, while somehow simultaneously not straining herself too hard. If such a balance was even possible, she'd soon find out. --------------- Punches, engine-charged kicks, explosions, elemental blasts, weapons, tapes and grapes, all manner of attacks were being thrown at the newest onslaught of monsters. Yet, somehow, the reserves never seemed to end, more just kept sprouting from the earth. Somewhere, off in the distance, Pixie Bob must have known how strained the students were, and cranked up the difficulty for kicks. Mina could only hope that didn't extend to her special strain. She had to pee before, but now? Worst she ever needed to go, no doubt. Her lifestyle didn't often result in desperation, scheduled and in locations where bathrooms were easily accessible, but she still had her share of incidents to give her appropriate context. And constantly expelling moisture by throwing acid to soften the monster's rock-hard defenses was doing her no good. She had heard sweat helped stave off a filling bladder, but the same principle wasn't applying. It must have been too late, she figured. The image of flowing personal liquid was also doing her constitution no good; in fact, it was destroying her on the inside. There was only one orifice her fluids would be escaping her body through, an unspeakable one. And it would do so soon, whether she wanted it or, more likely, not. For now, she just needed to survive. Not just the fights, she wasn't too concerned about being killed in a training exercise; though, on further retrospection, maybe she should be. No, the real threat was the agonizing sensation of her bladder burning a hole in her abdomen, more effectively than her own acid ever could (maybe because she was immune to her acid). There was a very clear timer over her head now, though the count was unknown, before her body simply ran out of strength to resist the temptation of emptying her bladder straight into her black uniform skirt. And all the jumping and flinging acid was testing her limits. With every movement, the volume of liquid contents sloshed around her insides, hitting each edge of her bladder with the full force of its weight, stretching the poor thing out and repeatedly staggering Mina to a standstill, leveraging all her energy into holding instead of fighting, leaving everyone else to pick up her slack. However, even that time was coming to a close. As she continued to fill, the amount of room her urine had to move around was shrinking, instead becoming a solid mass of a bloated bladder, which was no easier to maintain or control. No, all that accomplished was pushing her further past the edge, where she was afraid of how this ordeal would end for her. She wasn't the only one, either. Any time she caught a glance at a classmate's face, they looked worried, concerned, stressed. Truthfully, everything about the moment lent itself to the emotion splayed across everyone's visage, but to the desperate Mina, whose thoughts were utterly swamped with images of peeing, she could only think of one possibility for the dourness. "I knew it. They all need to whiz bad." After every hour that had passed them by since their departure from UA's grounds, the last place they had access to a functional bathroom, no one could blame them. Bubbling below the surface, it was about to overflow. Not Mina's pee, the tension. A closely related tension. Midoriya delivered a powerful punch, breaking the final earth monster into large, inanimate chunks, yet his arm remained extended. It was almost like he was frozen by Shinso's Quirk again, with the same strain needed to break free. The only difference was the actions he took upon being able to move again: his right arm, hand still clenched in a fist, slammed tightly into the crotch of his pants, his face keeping the same expression of determined fear it tended to carry in any stressful situation. An awkward sight that did wonders in reminding everyone else suffering through the same predicament how worrisome their own states were, the only one with the drive to move was Iida, rushing to Midoriya's aid, while also shouting orders to the rest of the class. "Everyone, break! Men over this way, women over there!" He guided Midoriya past a thicket of trees in the direction he had indicated, and the rest of the male class members followed, at their own varied paces, some struggling more than others. "Poor Deku," Ochako lamented, squeezing her own legs together. "At least he gave us a break of our own," Mina offered, one-upping Ochako by really grabbing beneath her skirt. "Any objections this time, Momo?" "I still don't like it, but..." Momo looked over her friends, all in various throes of need (though she needed to use some imagination for Toru). It was clear that denying them now would be cruel. "We don't have a choice, do we? Oh, I'd really rather avoid doing this out in the open again." "And I'd rather avoid another accident!" Ochako tugged on the front of her skirt, bouncing on her toes. "Can we please hurry?" "Ribbit," Tsuyu concurred, hopping in the exact opposite direction the boys wandered off in. The other girls followed the frog's lead, their movements all stiff and rigid, but satisfied in the knowledge their suffering would be over as soon as they found a thick grove of satisfactory cover. Cover that they weren't finding. "Is it just me, or did the boys take the good side with all the hiding places," Kyoka complained. "I'm starting to think a hiding place isn't mandatory," Toru added. It was difficult to tell what she was doing, but the way her skirt lifted and exposed her floating panties definitely seemed to indicate she was at the stage where she needed to hold herself. "Well, that's because you've got nothing to lose." Mina shifted her center of balance, pressing her legs closer together. "Though, to tell the truth, I can empathize with that idea." "Please," Momo pleaded, "Please don't tempt me. If I have to disgrace myself, I at least want to be out of sight this time." Suddenly, a look of horror washed over her face, and she froze in place. "You don't think there are cameras to monitor how we handle this test, do you?!" "If there are, at least we're not the only ones taking a leak now," Kyoka comforted with all the grace of her heavy metal music. "Listen, if you're going to be too ashamed to do this, then leave. But I'm not stopping until I'm empty." "I'm just as scared as you, Momo, but...I need this. It was bad enough that a hero pees herself once, but twice? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened again." A second hand snaked its way up Ochako's skirt, tensing tightly to provide physical impediment, for the sweet few extra seconds of dryness, or maybe relative dryness, it would provide. With all the girls eagerly jumping on the chance to distract themselves through conversation, they very nearly missed the giant obstacle in their path, Mina almost crashing into it, stopping only inches away when she caught its presence out of the corner of her eye. "Aagh!" And her recoil away almost knocked over Toru. Only once she had taken a step back did she realize what the giant, stationary object she almost walked into was: a gray boulder, twice as tall and three times as wide as any of the girls standing before it. "That...that one's not going to come alive, is it," Momo worried. "Wrong color, ribbit." "Hardly matters, it's a giant wall practically gift-wrapped for us!" Excited, but muscles still tensed, Mina almost skipped around the edge of the boulder, ready to whip her underwear down and let that healthy stream flow. Unfortunately, it was not meant to be, as she soon discovered as the opposite end of the rock entered view. Instead of being a flat edge, or even a slightly curved one, it ended on a sheer point top to bottom, like a perfectly even teardrop shape, the walls making up the angle steep enough to still be easily visible from the opposite end. It didn't take a genius to figure out the undesirable implications of that. "Hey, you cool with it not actually being good cover?" "That's...not exactly ideal," Momo lamented, looking back the way they came and, by extension, the direction the boys were located in. "I don't exactly trust them to not peek if we give them the opportunity." "Come on, Deku wouldn't do something like that. Yet..." No one doubted Ochako's defense of Midoriya's moral character, each of them feeling the same about someone else. Iida, Todoroki, Tokoyami, a lot of the boys would probably respect their privacy, something that would normally be a reassuring thought. If only it wasn't for the one name that sank their hearts and sent the chill of fear up their spines: Mineta. He was the type that would absolutely spy on them, and just their luck, he had "used the bathroom" most recently, and would therefore not need the same break for himself. He wouldn't be able to sneak behind them, but from the direction they came, anything went. Attempting to find a solution, Mina looked back at the opposite end of the boulder, inspecting its shape and what could be done with it. "I think we could manage one at a time. And I call dibs!" The other girls groaned and shifted, causing Mina to sigh and relent. "Fine, one of you can go first, but I call second!" "I...I don't think we can handle one at a time," Ochako sheepishly admitted. Momo was also having doubts. "Nor is searching for another location much of an option, if only to avoid being separated from the group." Mina shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. It's either one at a time or do it out in the open." Kyoka leaned in close to Momo. "So, how bad is it knowing someone's seen you piss? Need to weigh my options." "Worst experience of my life," Momo honestly answered. "It's better to wet yourself." "Damn. That's really not the reassurance I needed." Kyoka crossed her legs and bounced in place. "Should I just do it?" "Why did the boulder have to be shaped like that," Toru almost cried. "Yeah, if only it was flatter on that end..." Mina's voice trailed off into a whisper towards the end of the sentence, as an idea sparked in her head. Maybe she wasn't the smartest kid in class, but she had moments of cleverness. "And I think some acid is the answer." "Oh, dissolving the point to make a flat surface! That's good," Ochako praised. "But, is it going to dissolve the ground when it drips down?" "Nope! I won't make it super-strong, so it'll be neutralized by the time it reaches the ground. Just watch your shoes." "Can you control the acidity in your desperation," Tsuyu questioned. "Sure, that's second nature to me! I'd be splashing acid against my butt every time I used the bathroom if I couldn't turn it down. I know I'm immune, but the bottom of the toilet seat isn't." "But can you wait long enough to even melt the boulder?" Without another word, Momo just pointed towards Mina's lower body, confusing Mina and causing her to look down at her own legs. She didn't even notice in excitement, but they were shivering, crossed, legs pressed tightly together, a clear sign she had minutes at best. And just to rub it in, like she had only just realized she needed to pee really badly, a bead of yellow snaked down her inner thigh, contrasting against her pink skin. It was a harbinger of a flood soon to come, one she could only delay for so long with her right hand shoved into her crotch. However, she wouldn't be a hero if she couldn't turn a disadvantage into opportunity. "N-no problem!" She had a plan, just one that required a little more setup than she would have liked. First, while keeping her legs crossed, she used her feet to slip her shoes off, needing a second and third pass to remove her socks, requiring delicate precision and grip with her toes through the opposite sock. Her bare feet against the forest dirt wasn't exactly the most comfortable sensation, but so long as there weren't any thorny branches, it was a necessary step for what she had in mind. And her feet weren't the only part of her body that needed to be stripped. Reaching over to her left side with a free hand, she pulled down the zipper of her skirt, loosening it enough to become a victim of gravity, though she needed to quickly let go of her crotch to allow it to fall past her arm. She shoved it right back in as soon as the path as free. While the girls observing were confused why Mina needed to expose her feet, taking off her skirt was the last straw, for Momo at least. "What are you doing?!" "Sorry, but this is kind of necessary." Because she didn't think things through a second ago, she needed to immediately let go of her crotch again, this time to pull down her white, only mildly stained panties, and again clamped her privates like a vice as soon as it was in the open air. One leg, then the other was raised to withdraw her feet through the holes, and she bent down into a close squat, a very uncomfortable proposition at the moment, to pick her underwear up, dropping them on the skirt lazily laid on the ground. "Make sure nothing happens to my clothes." With that instruction, she retreated behind the boulder, situating herself less than a foot away from the apex of the point. Positioning became Mina's next, but final, challenge. After all, simply squatting would lead to only the bottom of the boulder dissolving, which would at best accomplish nothing and at worst destroy the stable balance of the rock. No, she needed extra height, in a way usually inaccessible to women. She jutted her hips forward while being careful to not disturb her own footing, using the right hand that had been previously occupied holding her crotch to instead spread her little Pinky. It wasn't a position she was as comfortable with as sitting or squatting, but Mina needed to go bad. Without her palm pressed against her peehole, her body just took the initiative and let go of its own will, like a faucet suddenly being turned as far as the knob would rotate. While a small offshoot simply fell between her legs, the majority manifested as a thick white stream jetting from her genitals, colliding with the corner of the stone two feet above ground, resulting in backspray of multiple natures. Most expected was the spray of urine launching in every direction as a result of both the impact force and the sharp point of collision. Good thing she was totally nude below the waist, or there'd be soaking going on. The second kind of spray manifested a second later, as steam emanated from the strike zone, far heavier than a simple indicator of difference in temperature between hot urine and cool air. There was something else occurring, as evident by the thick sludge dripping down from the collision point. While the primary usage of her Quirk was producing acid from her body, she could also use it to convert the bodily fluids she secreted into acid. Ordinarily, this was not helpful, as it would turn her sweat into acid during a heated fight and subsequently dissolve her clothes, but in very specific instances such as this, it was killing two birds with one stone. A stone she was melting to smooth out the sharp edge while simultaneously relieving her poor, full bladder. It was a release she desperately needed, and it felt damn good to piss it all away. "Ooohhhh...hhaaaaahhhhhh....mmmphhhhh!" She began panting as she sighed and moaned in ecstasy, basking in the relief as her water-balloon bladder shrunk as its contents escaped her in a raging, corrosive torrent. While a hissing was already a sign of a good pee, involving acid only made the noise more assaulting. And, while she was mostly immune to her own acidic properties, the sensitive nature of her genitals allowed her to feel an extra tingling sensation at the orifice of exit, further accentuating the bliss. As the puddle by her feet grew with more of the viscous liquid reaching the ground, expanding the pool's reach, Mina was happy to see that her assumptions were correct. While the acid did slightly dissolve the dirt, deepening the puddle, the chemical composition of the soil, added with the bits of boulder now mixed in, neutralized the acidic properties, turning it into nothing more than a thick fluid. One she wouldn't recommend stepping in, but it wouldn't cause any harm to the ecosystem, nor cause any unstable ground for the five girls that would be squatting here in a few minute's time. Though, that estimate may have been too long a wait, as Mina heard the light impact of one of her friends punching their side of the boulder, the stone too thick to create an echo. "How much longer are you going to be," Ochako called. "I...I'm starting to leak!" "Well, I'd say..." Mina did some quick math, not really her forte, only able to come up with a very rough estimate. "I'll be another minute, and then it'll probably take another minute to melt down the rest that I'm not hitting! Is that fast enough?" "It'll have to be." Momo didn't sound so sure, but there wasn't much she could do as nothing more than an about-to-explode observer. Still, Mina tried to be considerate by speeding herself up. She was already being loud, both from her pee and her moans, a little more wouldn't cause much damage. Clenching her abdomen muscles, she squeezed her pee out as hard as she could manage, doubling the spray in all directions, and the sizzle of the boulder dissolution turned deafening. If the rest of the girls had any objections, she wouldn't be hearing them anymore. While the piss turned harsh, it didn't take long for the increase in volume output to squeeze her dry. The waterfall declined into more of a water gun, losing power until it had nowhere to go but straight down, soon stopping completely, save for a few drops she did her best to shake off. "Phew...that was probably the worst I've ever needed to go," she was all-too-happy to exclaim, proud of her handiwork. She reached down to pick up a nearby leaf to wipe herself dry, watching the piece of foliage burn up once it had completed its duty. Cleaned up after her little excursion, all that was left to focus on was how well she had accomplished her task. While she had indeed softened the corner, the dent she had made wasn't exactly deep. It could safely obscure maybe two girls, three if they weren't picky about personal space, it would need a little more "artistic touch" to get it where it needed to be for this specific purpose. Extending her arms, fingers spread out to expose her palms, two sprays of acid shot from her hands onto the boulder, the same color and consistency of her previous urine but ten times larger. Because of this, dissolution occurred much faster, melting the stone higher up in a matter of second, removing nearly a yard of rock mass in only that minute estimate. Stopping her acid hoses, she waited for the steam to dissipate, and the grime to slide down before calling it satisfactory. "There, that should do it." Covering her crotch, she left her makeshift ladies room behind for the other girls to have a turn. "You're all set, go for it and let nature run wild!" No sooner did she declare the availability did all five girls rush past her, nearly knocking her over in their haste. Only Kyoka had anything to say, "Five more seconds and I would have just gone for it where I was standing!" After that, once they had all disappeared out of sight, and Mina's ears were suddenly filled with all the rustling of clothes being practically ripped off, and soon enough, all replaced and drowned out by splashing water and sighing girls. Who the sighs belonged to was difficult to tell, with all the changes in pitch making it impossible to identify by voice alone. Still, while they stripped down, Mina needed to put her clothes back on, finding them right where she left them. Without any need to hold herself, slipping her panties back on was a lot quicker and easier, same with the skirt. Her feet needed some wiping off, but some lingering dirt wasn't going to ruin her black socks. And with her shoes back on, it was almost like she didn't just whiz on a rock. Aside from how immensely better she felt. Now she had nothing to do but wait, and sort of keep an eye out for any peeping Minetas. It was kind of difficult not to feel some of the second-hand embarrassment from the moans of her friends only a few feet away. She'd feel the second-hand relief too, if she wasn't still taken by her own first-hand relief. "Yeah, this was worth it." She had just done some serious good for her fellow heroes, in a time they'd never outwardly ask for help, and only had mildly soaked underwear to offset it. Whizzing seemed to take a lot less time when she wasn't the one doing it. The splashing of water lowered in intensity as everyone's bladder emptied, and they began struggling with a different problem. "Hey, anyone have any leaves near them," Kyoka asked. "None here," Tsuyu informed. "I don't have any either. Oh, are we not going to be able to wipe?" Toru sounded pretty scared about such a simple concern. "Relax, I'll make some toilet paper. And a bag to store them in, of course! We can't be littering!" Of course Momo was the one worried about that. Still, Mina thought it was a funny application of a Quirk. "That's the way, Momo! Use our Quirks for the toilet!" "Better than my bathroom Quirk incidents," Ochako lamented. "I used to accidentally make the roll of toilet paper float away when I tried to grab it when I was little. Oh, hand me the bag, I'll put my paper away." Things were pretty quiet for a little while following that, as the girls presumably dried themselves off and suitably cleaned themselves up. There was another round of clothing rustling, and the five exited their hiding place in close to single file. "Are you all good now," Mina asked. "No worries about an accident anymore?" "Last I checked, you were the one begging me to help you not wet yourself," Momo informed. "Well, it's all behind us now. We should probably get back to the group, before the boys come looking for us." "Yeah. Oh, I hope Deku didn't wet himself." Of course that's what Ochako was worried about. "He's probably fine," Kyoka comforted. "He's damn good at surprising us with his ability." Tsuyu put an arm around Ochako's shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. Ribbit." Before they could even take a step, there was the sound of an explosion, followed shortly by a tree toppling over. The girls looked between each other in stunned silence, knowing what that meant. "Damn, the guys ran into trouble without us!" Kyoka ran off first, in the direction of the carnage. It didn't take long for the other five to hurry after her. True, none of them exactly wanted to get into a fight, but they didn't exactly want to leave their class alone in the danger. And, refreshed with empty bladders, there was no doubt they'd be a much greater asset to the cause. Mina in particular was looking forward to how much liquid she'd be spraying from her body this time, the much less private kind of liquid.
From something that's mostly sex stuff but one desperation scene ********* "I... Can't!" "Yes you can. just breath" "You're so hard! Oh my god I want to... So bad!" "Breathe." He watched her scrunch her eyes clothes and take two medium breaths, continuing to stroke him, smooth and measured, but the third stroke was deep and languorous and her breath caught in her throat.  "Breathe" She breathed out slow and heavy and her strokes continued in the same fashion. I felt her soft but firm grip readjust ever so slightly and i throbbed involuntarily in response. At the crest of her stroke she spread her delicate fingers over the engorged head, swirling them in the copious precum. A whimper of desire escaped her. "Baby-" her whole torso seized like I had touched her. "If you call me baby again I'm not gonna be able to make it" "Tasha" "When you call me baby... Look" her voice was breathy and lusty. She unclenched her legs, which had been tightly crossed, her left hand balled into a white knuckles fist and thrust between them, and pulled the waistband up of the already skin tight briefs worn when traveling Deep and I saw the wet spot darken and spread. It was extremely tempting to say it again, to see my words have a tangible, visceral effect. She looked up at me with heavy, plaintive eyes. "...Tasha" "Yes" she was still tugging the fabric, thinking I wouldn't notice, or or perhaps not noticing herself, the tiniest rocking motion her hips began making. Her grip on me was as firm and urgent as the erection felt. "I need you... To stroke my cock" I knew the word cock would affect her, but the nebula was touching me also, and it did immediately, her eyelids dropped and she pulled at her panties harder and began grinding into them openly. She speed up, went from stroking to jerking me. I watched a bead of sweat fall in between her two breasts.  Natashas bustiness had tortured me long before we entered the nebula. The standard Deep uniform was as feeble at containing her bosom as it was the wetness of her sexual arousal, and she was often unintentionally spilling out of the skin tight cotton tank top. In this scenario I was able to stately freely at her creamy, perfect complexion. She noticed, and squeezed arms together slightly providing an unnecessary boost to an already stunning cleavage. One of her fingers had crept down from her waistband and was pressing slightly above the center of her wet spot. "Tasha move your hand" "Please, please! You're so fucking... hard and smooth, I can't have your cock right here in my hand and have NOTHING touch me between my-" "You can. You have to" what Natasha did next surprised me.  She stood up, letting go of my penis which I only barely restrained myself from grasping in her absence, and took off her briefs completely. She was immaculately shaved, which surprised me as often the difficulty of controlling oneself in the nebula leads to female officers rushing through grooming their sensitive areas as not to succumb to temptation (and we would have all been dead if she had), but extremely swollen and sticky. Natasha's thighs were a perfect milky white but her pussy was a hungry pink and her clit stared a deep ruby from within, like the Eye from within the nebula. She then kneeled down and placed my own hungrily engorged member in her mouth and began essentially performing oral sex. I began to explain this against protocol but before I could begin getting the words out I felt my balls clench and I began spurting rope after rope of cum into her throat.  "Tash... Fuck" using both hands with twisting motions she milked the cum out of me, which she swallowed as it came. It took her three full gulps and when she finally disengaged it was dripping out of the corners of her lips. One last strand dripped from her pouty lips, pink and full, to my still hard penis and fell into her cleavage. She wiped her mouth but not her breasts. That strand of semen glistened on the flush of arousal on her heaving bust, both lasting the entire evening as we ate across from each other in the mess deck in a charged silence. The first to break was Elle. It never fails to surprise me, whoever it is. Elle was blond and petite, although her modest b-cup breasts were flattered the tight, thin uniform. I found her topless, clutching one of her breasts and rubbing a pink, puffy nipple in her bed, while her other hand working franticly under her bottoms which had bunched up just slightly under her round butt. Just as I found her something dropped out of her hand at her breast as her head tilted back and she fell deeper into her own pleasure. From the look of it she had been perhaps a minute and a half to three minutes away from orgasming. I hit the alarm and quickly came up behind her putting my arms under hers and pinning them behind her back. She didn't whimper or cry out or struggle, she only turned her had back and began nuzzling my chest and neck. With her ass she pushed back into me and the feeling of my by now throbbing penis sinking into the softness of her ass cheeks took ninety minutes of meditation to dislodge from my mind after she had been safely locked up.  "Just slide it in real quick" she whispered quickly, desperately "I know they're coming, just real quick push it up into my-" I could tell the talk was pushing her closer to the edge even without any direct stimulation, as is sometimes the case. Crews have been lost to avalanches started by not appreciating it may only take a slight breeze to finish toping a boulder that has already received much nudging.  "Shhh Shhh" With one hand I covered her her mouth and with the other guided my erection gently up in between her legs to silence her. She pressed back down onto it, but did not bounce, just pushed into it. We are trained to view static motion as an improvement on stochastic motion which is an improvement on rhythmic motion. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It just smelled so good,  I couldn't stop, I couldn't" After they had taken her away and I was left alone to decompress, I picked up the bundle of cloth which had fallen out of fingers. It was the shirt I had used for physical training earlier that day. Elle had been laundry duty. Natasha wouldn't look into my eyes, but whenever we were forced into close proximity I noticed her glancing, eyes down, in my direction, breathing deeply, towards my chest, stomach, even openly at my groin. By this point the every Charite had a perpetual wet spot between her legs but Natasha's was if not the largest the darkest, matching the sultry dark of her eyes. I stared back at her openly, moving my gaze up and down the voluptuousness and nubility of her body as if running a hand on her. Often she would stand, seemingly paralyzed, as I looked at her, her breath quicker, shallower, her nipples hardening. For the first time since I had been a cadet I questioned whether I would be able to make it through nebula. I knew whatever desire I was struggling with was but a fraction of her own, and her outward calm, which we both knew was a delicate veneer over seething lust, inspired me, but also made me want her even more. It is not uncommon that the girls find alternative outlets for the pent up sexual energy, which occasionally becomes problematic. The most common by far is vigorous PT, but the range of escapes and sublimations I've seen is as vast as it is strange. Some are intentional, like cooking or cleaning or knitting. One Charite spent every free moment polishing every inch of exposed chrome in a suggestive, sensual diligence. Some are semi intentional, like eating or nyasa massage. But often the strangest are the unintentional,  where she doesn't realize her newfound habit or hobby is infused with a carnality. On the voyage which I am recounting the trierarch began a trend which became fashionable on the boat for a while of holding her pee unto the point of desperation. Ashley was technically the highest ranking officer, outranking even me, but it was she had just graduated and it her first trip, and even with an experienced crew the hierarchy of a boat somewhat realigns in the Deep, where the necessity or centrality of certain positions imbue them with an added, unofficial prestige (or vice versa). Ashley was a brunette of medium build, probably a c cup bust, who always kept her hair in a ponytail and always wore optional formal vest and thigh boots, the former a small mostly decorative garment that terminated above the stomach. I watched her standing in the center of the bridge, squirming.  "Ok so uh. 65.7 you said?" "Yes, and we haven't reached the field yet"  "Ok. Ok um. Standard pace 93.3?" She was bouncing at the knees, clutching her tablet with both hands. "Yes but that was set 25 years ago, before the Eye bloomed" "Madame?" Valentina, Ashley's first mate, said formerly even though they were both the same age. She had both of her hands between her legs and was alternately bending them up behind her, sort of twisting in place as if she was trying to screw herself into the floor.       "Hold on, so we have to add.. Uh um.." Ashley stuck a hand between her own legs and crossed them idly " uh" she began bouncing again. "Ashley" Valentina said with urgency. She had stopped moving and and was staring down. "74 hours before we reach the field at the current rate." The navigator finished for her. Her voice was gentle but steady; I had found Saanvi to be one of the most competent Charites on the boat.  "I think we can cut it down to 63 if we speed up and travel around these clusters" the navigator was hidden by the back of her chair and I couldn't see where she was pointing "anything more and we run a real risk of collision"  "Collision" Ashley repeated distractedly while lifting a leg in the air.  Suddenly Valentina gasped and Ashley appeared to notice her for the first time. "Does the first mate request evacuation?" She inquired in unmalicious but unsympathetic formality of a valedictorian. "Mhm mhm" was all Valentina could get out. Valentina was more petite then Ashley, and so although she probably had the same c cup bust her curves were more striking on her small frame, and despite myself I couldn't help but notice what was happening to her cleavage squeezed between her two arms. Like many Latinas Valentina was extremely callipygian, and as she bounced the firm, caramel cheeks of her ass began sliding out of her briefs as they rode up. Witnessing Valentina's urgency seemed to increase Ashley's own as she began to bounce even more. "Granted.. and-" perhaps sensing that Ashley was about to formally announce her own intent to do the same the navigator, Saanvi, quickly interjected "Madame, requesting evacuation?" Saanvi turned and I saw her legs crossed and that she was wiggling back and forth in her seat like a belly dancer. At the thought of further delay Ashley bent leg. "Ok, granted." Ashley caught my eye for a second and I watched the girlish distress be quickly replaced with the professionalism she used as her pillar. "apprêter!" I watched a flicker of panic come across Valentina, who was already squatting over the bridge cabinet (it may seem strange to shoremen, but for the long stretches of active duty required in the Deep they're a standard and quite unremarkable institution). The procedure Ashley had begun was mostly archaic practice reserved for an active battle where it maintaining chain of command was paramount. A hand quickly rushed up to her pussy and even then I saw something trickle between her fingers. Saanvi jogged over to the second cabinet, squatted and looked up at Ashley expectantly. Ashley was marching in place and looked back and forth the two girls but did not given the second command. Valentina moaned and bounced in her squat. Saanvi maintained decor despite the plea in her eyes. Ashley suddenly curtsied at the waist and and stuck a hand between her legs and began marching quicker "...amorcer" she was clearly about to burst. There was only one reasonable explanation why she was dragging this out. Saanvi lowered her briefs revealing her pleasantly plump, creamy brown thighs and Valentina just pulled them aside with the hand she was holding herself with, still bouncing. "Amorcer plus" Ashley said staring at Valentina. Valentina had a similar blind trust in procedure and formality which was perhaps why they were so close, and she certainly wasn't thinking critically in that moment where all she could think about was relieving herself so instead of arguing she just whimpered and struggled to take off her briefs without straightening up and while still clutching herself. Saanvi however stared openly at Ashley in confusion. Somehow without me noticing until then, Natasha had come up beside me, although I did not look at her. Valentina was made clumsy by her desperation, and so despite Saanvis best efforts the wait, and the proximity to relief, begun to take their toll on her and she held herself, first putting her hand there and taking it away quickly, then putting it back and pressing before trying to take it away and again failing. I noticed stubble of pubic hair around her lips and above her clit and made a mental note to watch for a faltering. "Ash I really gotta pee!"  "...yeah?" Ashley had a strange far away tinge in her eyes and the small circular motion she was making with her hands as she held herself did not escape me. Saanvi just stared back, confused and desperate. "...yes! I really gotta go!" "Prêt" Valentina had her eyes shut and a determined look but still bounced and cupped her entire vagina. She was beyond wondering why, she was merely attempting to follow orders as best as possible. Saanvi still looked plaintively at Ashley, who marched in place and stared at her two subordinates with drooping eyelids. "Sublimated eroticism, pathologous" it was the first time Natasha had spoken to me since the venting where I had cum in her mouth and even just the sound of her voice sparked a tingle in me. "I agree" "Aren't you going to shut it down?" "After. She's a superior, it would not do well to undermine her in front of crew" "Is that the only reason you're waiting?" "What?" I finally looked over at her and for the first time in a week and half her eyes were staring back into mine. Then she looked down. I hadn't realized it but I was fully hard. "Ok are you ready?" Ashley was stalling beyond anything that be considered standard practice, even what been before had been archaic and ceremonial. Valentina was breathing like she was in labor and out of Saanvi came only an abbreviated moan she had clearly tried to hold back. Ashley squatted down like the two girls, as if she was above a cabinet, both of them looked at her, and still she remained tensely silent. Suddenly Valentina started whimpering ("ah! Ah! Ah!") and the plaintive look in Saanvis eyes became more urgent and she said in firm sobering voice "oh shit ash now, now" "Lâcher!"  To my surprise Valentina did not remove the hand cupping her vagina, and merely splayed her fingers, and she poured over and through them like a waterfall. Saanvi stared at her explosive stream without changing her look plaintive desperation, her mouth opening as if in shock or awe. Valentina had closed her eyes again and the look of relief on her face was undeniably erotic. Both were moaning as if they were being fucked. Ashley had watched for maybe eight seconds, becoming more and mor animated before finally shooting up and turning away and dancing in total desperation, clutching herself with both hands, one reaching from behind up under her butt, like a child. "Oh, oh, oh, oh.. Ah!! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her eyes were wide and almost curious. "Are you ok commander" I asked tonelessly "I'm... Oh! Oh! I'm !m.. Requesting evacuation sir!"   "Jesus, she wants to do it all again herself." Natasha whispered to me. Valentina, whose small frame did not hold that much, was finishing, her hand moving up and down over the entire surface of her pussy, and she staggered away from the cabinet.  "apprêter" Ashley positioned herself over the hole and tried to squat but was bouncing so much she was almost standing. Saanvis stream was still going strong, and the sound was clearly killing her. "amorcer" Ashley wriggled her briefs completely off, down and her over boots and put then beside her. It was impossible not to notice how slick and wet she was. "Ok, ok" she looked right at me and I toyed with the idea of making her wait, and felt my dick pulse. It is strange to see what the girls take to in their sexual frustration but always stranger still to see what I do. "Lâcher" Ashley let loose but immediately moaned in a high pitched, almost curious voice, like she was being penetrated for the first time, and at that exact moment I felt Natasha's two fingers lightly run up my cock. Any other Cahrite I would have immediately instituted stiff discipline as a precaution as we are supposed to, but somehow I knew there was no danger of anything further from her. Natasha was the only crew member I trusted to torture me the way I had tortured her, and would continue to.  The lottery is ostensibly random but in actuality the Stud has almost complete control over it. This is to help with temptation. I stood staring at the screen in my room and stroked my glaring erection twice to try and ease its insistence. The knowledge that I could pick any of the Charites with the press of a button had aroused me uncomfortably. Of course, it is not too uncommon for the girls to choose auto-stimulative release even though it is less effective at venting, sometimes due to shyness, sometimes due to lack of imagination, sometimes due to a residual trace of the morals of their particular upbringing. Some choose manual stimulation or massaged release, no penetrative action, craving the touch of a man but feeling perhaps that was more acceptable (a common choice for the rare betrothed Charite). Of course some craved the touch of a woman; he drew a strange and powerful pleasure from watching a lesbian Charite undergo venting at the hands of one who was not, or at least was never before, aroused by other girls as the combination of the nebula and passionate response of the patient never failed to spark some sort of tingling, often a strong one which required isolation and meditation to cool the new saphic yearnings. But most of Charites simply chose to be fucked, quickly. So most likely he could have had Tasha, at least in some fashion. He definitely could have eased the constant state of lust she struggled against. He watched her at night sometimes through the closed circuit above her bed, lying on her back, unable to sleep, the closest she ever came to touching an erogenous zone was the one arm in between her breasts resting a hand on her flushed chest just under neck and he other at her side, slowly kneading the sheet on her mattress. He would stare into her black eyes, made all the more dark in contrast to her ivory skin, watching the turmoil within them, wondering what she thought, what she felt, before he finally shut off the screen worried he might lose control himself. By the book she was probably the best candidate for venting. But he knew he wouldn't pick her, he somehow knew she wouldn't break secretly, in a cabinet stall, or her bedroom, that if she finally succumbed to the the sexual urges the nebula poured into she would come to him directly (the question was what then he would do). He considered Saanvi, as the stubble around her sensitive area was perhaps an indicator she was feeling something strong from between her legs, and it was always important for the navigator to be clear headed. He pressed her icon to switch the screen to her and saw her showering post PT, her chocolate skin covered in white suds. She had huge boobs, at least a dd cup slightly bigger then Tasha's, but they fit her thicker frame, she had an appealing voluptuousness, with large aureoles, not something that he usually found attractive but like her slight plumpness it fit her. He watched her wash herself thoroughly and diligently, except for her breasts, which she only lightly washed, and between her legs which she touched not at all. Some girls find light stimulation eases the pressure but others, like Saanvi, he guessed, dealt with desire best by complete abstinence. Her lust was behind a door tightly locked, and might burst out of the door cracked even slightly. So who then? There were Eun and Mitsuki, envoys from United Korea and the Exulted Japanese Federation respectively. He always found it hard to appraise the eastern Charites, they mostly stuck to the their Diplomatic Wing, and the treaty prevented close circuits in their rooms. Misaki was possessed of the rigid discipline of the EJF, like Ashley always dressed in full formals, and was not likely to break but she was stunningly beautiful and especially well endowed for a Japanese girl, as was Eun for a Korean, with her pink streaked hair; she was more spunky, quick to giggle, an embodiment of the strange reflection of western culture that was korean culture. Although Euns good humor never faltered, her work in the engineering bay had; there had been a steadily increasing string of minor errors. Although both were natives to their countries Mitsuki always spoke in flawless, accent less English, but Eun often muttered to herself in korean, and although it was incomprehensible to him, it seemed lately her personal narration in the Bay, the only place he could watch her, had taken a decidedly sultry, breathy turn. There was Ashley, who had become sterner since she had been chastised for her habit of not going to the bathroom to the point of desperation. There was the intern Sophie, extremely young, perhaps actually virgin. She had been eying him as brazenly as Natasha, and the few times they were alone when he showed her how to operate the surveillance screen or rig the organic matter condenser in the kitchen to approximate brownies or chicken she would ask him about past ventings, often trying to draw out an unseemly level of detail which he occasionally indulged her in despite his better judgement. She often watched him shower and pt with an openness which caused even other girls to comment on, despite the unwritten tradition of not drawing attention to or shaming another Charites personal struggle.  It was between those four then. He brought their icons up on the screen: Ashley, pretty, well built, a leader we needed to be sharp and recently denied her outlet due to its pathologousness. Sophie, uncommonly beautiful, a nubile body whose womanly curves were still fresh but striking , a young girl clearly struggling with urges still so new she would've been struggling with them without the added boost of the nebula. Eun, a cute girl made hot by her fun attitude and unexpected voluptuousness, a somewhat unknown whose work was being comprised ostensibly by her distracted arousal. Mitsuki, strikingly gorgeous with big boobs and a round ass on a slim frame, her soft features were contrasted compellingly with her disciplined, firm gaze, no visible threat of breaking, I just wanted her.   I pressed the button to privately and randomly select. It was a mutual venting, so in fourteen hours even if the selection chose to get herself off, I could watch and cum with her. I went to the meditation chamber three times as I waited but I was almost constantly erect. Each girl hopes its her. They are somewhat aware that it tends to usually be one of the girls in greatest need but still believe to some degree the randomness encompasses all of them. Many watch the announcement screen with open eagerness but I've always found the suppressed glimmer of hope, piercing its way through despite the girls best attempts to be "rational", the most erotic. Sophie and Eun made no attempt to hide their eagerness and wishful thinking but I felt my dick stirring as I noticed the familiar failed attempt at nonchalance in Ashley and the despite-her-better-judgement expectancy in Saanvi. In all my trips every girl, without fail, hopes its her, but it still surprised me on some level to see the emotionless mask of Mitsuki falter and plaintive hope flicker across her soft, elegant features. As is often, if not always the case, I could not help but feel regret as I looked around at the girls I had not chosen. Saanvis breasts bounced as she moved. Next to me the biologist rubbed her legs together almost like she needed to pee. Kameka was a shy nice black girl with light skin and light, almost blonde, burst of natural hair, and body that seemed sculpted. She looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "I haaate this waiting." She said shifting her legs, almost as if she had to pee. I had flown with her before, even vented with her, and knew that she was unlikely to break, but despite her discipline, and quiet personality, few of the girls actively engaged in venting as Kameka. The screen automaticaly turned on and voice said through speakers on every room on the boat (though everyone was of course In the screen room itself) "ATTENTION: participants for mutual venting event scheduled for 0900 hours voyage day 63, Union day Maia 17 732,  have been randomly selected. They are as follows. Male: William Strop. William Strop please report to the vent AFTER the completion of this announcement. Female: Mitsuki Koizumi. Mitsuki Koizumi, please report to the vent now." I could tell they were surprised. Most probably expected Natasha, maybe Eun or Sophie. In the haze of their own desires Mitsuki probably seemed as stoic as mountain upon receiving the news but I noticed her breath quicken, that she tried to cover her nipples hardening push through the thin fabric of top with the tiny jaquetta vest, that the tiny wet spot between her legs, which had aways been the smallest of all the girls, was darkening. She caught me staring at her, looked back for a brief moment and walked purposefully out of the room. Some Charites had like Saanvi and Ashley began busy work to distract themselves, a few were staring off despondently like Eun, and Sophie and Kameka looked directly at me hungrily knowing what i would soon be doing.